𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

-ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕟 ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕪-

Colin Creevey was in love. Head over heels, utterly and completely smitten. Adhara Potter had captured his heart from the moment he first laid eyes on her. She was, in his eyes, the most extraordinary girl he had ever met. With her long wavy raven hair cascading down her back, it was as if the night sky had taken residence in her locks. But what truly made her stand out were her mismatched eyes. Her right eye was a striking shade of blue, while her left was a brilliant green. Colin found himself lost in those eyes, as if they held the secrets of the universe within them. Adhara's face was adorned with lightly dusted freckles, sprinkled like stardust across her nose and upper cheeks. They only added to her unique charm. But it was her iconic lightning bolt scar on her forehead that made her instantly recognizable to the world. Colin couldn't help but see it as a symbol of her strength and resilience. He watched her from afar, always with his camera in hand. Every chance he got, he aimed his lens in her direction, wanting to capture her in all her radiant glory. Her smile, oh, her smile—it was like the sun breaking through the clouds after a storm. It had the power to brighten even the darkest of days. Her laugh was an enchanting melody of pure joy, and Colin often found himself lingering just to hear it. It was a sound that could chase away any shadows that dared to cross their path.

But despite her outward beauty and infectious happiness, Colin couldn't help but notice a hidden sorrow in her eyes. They were vivid and striking, yes, but they also held a depth, a complexity that intrigued him. He yearned to understand the secrets they held, to be the one who could bring comfort to the depths of her soul. Colin knew that he was just a fellow student at Hogwarts, a boy with a camera and a heart full of admiration. But that didn't stop him from dreaming, from hoping that someday he might be able to capture not only her image but also her heart. For Colin Creevey was in love, and there was no one else in the world he'd rather be in love with than Adhara Potter. Colin's heart ached as he watched the events unfold around Adhara. The day her name had been called out of the Goblet of Fire, forcing her into the deadly Triwizard Tournament, had been a turning point. The moment her name had left the Goblet's enchanted flames, the accusations began, and the whispers grew louder. 'They think she's a cheat,' Colin muttered to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. 'They think she wants the attention. How foolish can they be?'

He vividly remembered the fear in her eyes when her name was called, the way her shoulders tensed as if a heavy weight had been placed upon them. Adhara had always despised her fame, that much was clear to anyone who cared to truly see her. Yet, it seemed like some of their fellow students never missed a chance to turn on her, to question her integrity. In the days that followed, Colin noticed how Adhara had started avoiding the common room and the Great Hall as much as possible. He understood why she chose to distance herself from the judgmental gazes and the accusatory whispers, but he couldn't help but feel a deep sadness for her. One evening, as he sat at his usual spot at the Gryffindor table, staring longingly at the empty space where Adhara used to sit, Colin felt a wave of determination rise within him. He couldn't fix everything that was happening to her, but he could at least let her know that she wasn't completely alone. With newfound resolve, Colin stood up. Ignoring the curious glances from his fellow Gryffindors, he made his way through the castle, determined to find Adhara. He knew he might not have all the answers or solutions, but he could offer her his unwavering support and belief in her innocence.

Colin made his way through the labyrinthine corridors of Hogwarts, his heart pounding with each step. He was determined to find Adhara and let her know that he stood by her side, no matter what the rest of the world thought. As he walked, he recalled all the places he had seen her most, hoping that one of them might lead him to her. Turning a corner, lost in thought, Colin suddenly collided with someone, and they both tumbled to the floor with a chorus of 'Oof!' He opened his eyes, ready to apologize profusely, but his words froze on his lips. It was Adhara—underneath him. 'C-Colin?' she whispered, her voice filled with concern. 'Are you okay?' Colin blinked, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. He couldn't believe she was worried about him when he was the one who had crashed into her. But as he gazed down at her, his heart skipped a beat, and he found himself lost in her eyes. But as he looked down into her captivating eyes, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming rush of emotions. In that moment, he couldn't resist the magnetic pull any longer. Before he even realized what he was doing, Colin leaned down and kissed Adhara gently. Her eyes widened in shock for a moment, but then they closed, and she returned his kiss with equal intensity. The world seemed to fade away as their lips met, and for that brief moment, nothing else mattered.

Breaking the kiss, Colin whispered, 'I believe you.' His words were a reassurance, a promise of his unwavering support. Adhara's smile bloomed, and she pulled him into another kiss, their worries and the world outside fading into insignificance. In that stolen moment, amidst the chaos of the Triwizard Tournament and the doubts of their peers, Colin and Adhara found solace in each other's arms, their unspoken bond growing stronger with every heartbeat.