𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝: 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎

Thorfinn Rowle sat in the dim, wretched confines of Azkaban Prison, surrounded by the hushed whispers and bitter grumblings of fellow Death Eaters. The air was thick with despair and regret, and the Dementors' presence seemed to sap away every last ounce of hope. It was a place where time stood still, and the horrors of the past lingered like a never-ending nightmare.

For years, the inmates of this forsaken place had only heard fragmented rumors, spoken in hushed tones by passing Aurors. Those Aurors made their checks twice a day, ensuring that the Dementors did not feed as voraciously as they wished. Among the fragments of conversation that reached their ears was the story of Halloween night, the night that changed everything. The legend of Adhara Potter, known as "The Girl Who Lived," had become a haunting specter within the prison walls. It was said that as a mere baby, she had somehow defied the Dark Lord himself, surviving the unforgivable killing curse. For some Death Eaters, it was a source of burning rage and a vow of vengeance against the one who had thwarted their Dark Lord. Others, however, couldn't help but exhale a small breath of relief, knowing that Voldemort was no more.

Over the years, tidbits of information about Adhara had seeped into the prison's grim atmosphere. Many of the Aurors couldn't resist sharing whispers about her appearance. They spoke of her beauty, unlike any they had ever seen, with long, wavy raven hair and vivid mismatched eyes—one blue, the other green. A few freckles, they said, were sprinkled lightly across her nose and upper cheeks. And then there was the infamous scar, shaped like a lightning bolt, etched onto her forehead, a visible mark of her fateful encounter. But for all that they knew, much more remained shrouded in mystery.

The Death Eaters inside those prison cells were curious creatures, their thirst for knowledge insatiable. What had truly transpired on that Halloween night? Was their Dark Lord truly gone? How does one survive the unsurvivable? Then came the day when a new prisoner was brought in, and the whispers spread like wildfire. She was younger than any of the others there, unconscious and fragile, but there was no mistaking her identity. Right there, on her forehead, was the legendary lightning bolt scar, the mark that had come to symbolize her. Adhara Potter, "The Girl Who Lived," was among them.

The Aurors tossed her unconscious form into a cell across from Thorfinn Rowle, and the once-quiet prisoner couldn't help but feel a surge of mixed emotions. Here, in the depths of Azkaban, a living legend had arrived, bringing with her a cloud of unanswered questions and an air of destiny that clung to her like a second skin. Thorfinn Rowle, like the others, couldn't help but wonder what secrets she held and what role she might play in their dismal future.

Thorfinn's gaze remained fixed on Adhara's still form, a mixture of curiosity and concern swirling within him. The rumors, it seemed, had indeed underestimated her beauty. Yet, her presence in Azkaban, unconscious and vulnerable, left him with a gnawing sense of unease. As he continued to watch, his keen eyes noticed the subtle, involuntary twitches in Adhara's hands. It was a telltale sign, one he knew all too well—the aftermath of the Cruciatus curse. But what troubled him even more was the fact that she remained unconscious despite the recent torment inflicted upon her.

The other prisoners, the die-hard Death Eaters who had remained loyal to their dark cause, wasted no time in reacting. Their initial shock at her arrival quickly gave way to anger, and they began shouting threats and curses at the unconscious girl in the neighboring cells.

Thorfinn clenched his jaw, torn between conflicting emotions. He had no love for Adhara Potter, but what he had just witnessed raised questions that demanded answers. Why was the savior of the Wizarding World brought to Azkaban? Who had subjected her to the Cruciatus curse, and why had it left her in this state? He knew he had to find out more, not just for the sake of his own curiosity, but because the dynamics of Azkaban had just shifted in a way no one could have anticipated. The arrival of Adhara Potter had brought an unsettling uncertainty to the prison's dark and desolate halls, and Thorfinn Rowle was determined to uncover the truth lurking behind the legendary scar on her forehead.