" You are mine and I am yours, that is without a doubt."
This is the love story of Athena Minerva Ashryver and Fleur Isabelle Delacour. How a student of Hogwarts and a student of Beauxbatons were properly introduced after not knowing they crossed p...
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Friday, 3rd February 1995
Athena jolts awake from her sleep and immediately tries to find Fleur beside her but remembers that Fleur had spent the last few nights at the carriage because Gabrielle had gotten sick. She sat up groggily, wrapping her arms around herself and trying to make sense of whatever was trying to invade her mind.
She let out a shuddering breath as she decided that she needed someone. She had given trouble to her roommates and twin even though they didn't mind it. But she had felt bad for interrupting their sleep in the past year. So she decided on her brother, the only one she hasn't trouble with, her stupid mess of a mind.
Athena snuck out of the apartment, making sure not to wake her roommates up; it wasn't a problem. She's a master at sneaking around. Roaming through the hallways, heading for the dungeons, realising that she was the only person about and this was the last few times she could go before graduation. The realisation was a knife to the heart, sure, she hated times in school, but it was her home. A home she shared with many others. Memories were created at every corner of the school. Something she will always be grateful for.
She stood in front of the stone wall, where the Slytherin Common Romm should and whispered,
"Pure-blood."
The entrance of the common room appeared as a stone serpent slithered from the ground into an arch, revealing the giant double doors of the common room. The door opened and let her inside despite her wearing a Gryffindor Quidditch sweater.
Athena entered the Common Room and looked through the room's windows, seeing the murky depths of the Black Lake. The Merpeople were swimming and looking at the trinkets placed by generations of Slytherins. She even recognised something of the late Dorcas Meadow, a close friend of Christine and Marlene, a Marauder, and her father. The Merpeople waved at the Head Girl and then returned to examine every little piece.
Some Slytherins greeted her; she was sure they were staying up late to finish their work. Of course, they need sleep, but there isn't much time for seventh years to sleep since their N.E.W.Ts are slowly coming for them. Athena returned the greeting with a smile and a nod. Athena headed toward Damon's apartment after placing a small pendant of the Ashryvers beside her father's. It was an expensive pendant, but the Ashryvers had money to spare. Her father was generous with his trinket as well.
Athena entered her brother's apartment and headed for his room, knocking a few times and waiting patiently at the door. Damon answered, still very dazed, with his hand under his shirt, rubbing his abs. Then, as he was slightly more awake, he found his very distraught sister.
"Nightmare or vision?" Damon asked with worry, noticing his sister's tense state before yawning.
"I don't know anymore."
Damon clenched his jaw and wrapped his sister into a warm and comforting hug. Athena let out a shuddering breath against his neck as she gripped his nightshirt tightly, knuckles turning white.
