ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ/[ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ]

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Adhara

In the gentle embrace of the morning sun filtering through my curtains, I awoke, feeling the comforting touch of Hogwarts' soft sheets. As my eyes fluttered open and I took in the familiar sights of my dormitory, memories of the previous night's patrol with James Potter danced through my mind, and a subtle smile graced my lips. Our unexpected camaraderie lingered in my thoughts.

I dressed in my customary Slytherin colors and made my way to the Heads' common room. The welcoming glow of the fireplace cast dancing shadows as I entered, revealing a lone letter on the table. Addressed to both James and me, its seal bore the emblem of the Secret Thaumaturges, sparking curiosity in my eyes.

I carefully broke the seal and unfolded the letter, revealing an elegant script:

"Dear Miss Black and Mr. Potter,

Within the shroud of secrecy, we extend an invitation to participate in the revival of The Secret Thaumaturges – an ancient tradition dormant for a century. The time has come to harness the mystical energies coursing through the halls of Hogwarts once more.

A secret gathering awaits you tonight;
As the moon's glow imparts secrets anew,
A mysterious meeting beckons; a puzzle for you.
When astronomy's knowledge is shared in class,
Within thirty minutes, secrets will amass.
Where the heavens paint their canvas so high,
An encounter unfolds 'neath the vast sky.
The answer lies in the enigma I convey,
Where shall you be, guided by stars' array?

Collaborate with the one whose surname adorns this letter alongside yours to unravel this riddle and convene at the designated place.

May the stars light your path and awaken the magic within you.

Yours in arcane endeavors,

The Secret Thaumaturges"

Intrigued, I widened my eyes and looked around the common room, spotting James Potter entering. It was clear that our collaboration was not only encouraged but essential to solve the puzzle presented by The Secret Thaumaturges.

I approached James and showed him the letter. "Potter, it looks like we're in this together. We need to decipher this riddle."

James raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Looks like our dynamic duo is destined for more adventures. Ready to crack this code?"

My mind raced with possibilities. "The astronomy tower tonight, within thirty minutes after class. Maybe we'll find something there."

James nodded, his eyes reflecting excitement. "That sounds like the plan. We'll tackle this right after school."

In the dimly lit potions classroom, cauldrons bubbled with mysterious concoctions, and the air was thick with the scent of magical ingredients. I found myself paired with Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black, my cousin, for the day's brewing. As we gathered around our workspace, Remus greeted me with a warm smile.

"It's good to be paired with someone who actually knows what they're doing," Remus said, adjusting his uniform.

Lily and I returned the smile, appreciating Remus's amiable presence. Sirius, however, rolled his eyes. I couldn't tell if his disapproval stemmed from personal dislike or from seeing Remus pay attention to someone other than him.

As we began organizing our ingredients, the trio exchanged light banter and reminisced about previous potions classes. Remus's affable nature added a sense of camaraderie, but Sirius's mischievous glint soon disrupted the harmony.

"Adhara, my dear cousin, you never mentioned you enjoy the company of non-pure-bloods. Quite the revelation," Sirius quipped, leaning casually against the worktable.

I rolled my eyes, unfazed. "Just focus on not turning our potion into a disaster. We wouldn't want Professor Slughorn regretting his decision to pair us."

Lily chimed in, attempting to diffuse the tension. "Come on, let's make this class productive. We're here to learn, not blow up the cauldron."

Despite Lily's efforts, Sirius continued with comments about our family history. "Adhara, you're probably the first Black to willingly touch a cauldron without brewing something dark."

I sighed, growing weary of Sirius's jabs. "Can you ever pass up an opportunity to bring up family drama? Focus on the task at hand."

Remus, sensing the tension, attempted to mediate. "Alright, let's keep it civil. We're all in this together."

Sirius persisted, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Oh, dear cousin, you always were the serious one. It's a wonder you ended up in Slytherin."

I reached my breaking point. How could Sirius see me bruised and still link me to our heartless family? Did he forget everything that happened on the train? I clenched my jaw, trying to stay composed.

"At least I ended up somewhere. Unlike you, who abandoned everything and everyone," I said, frustration evident in my voice. "You abandoned us, Sirius. It's ironic that you, who once said 'family doesn't mean blood,' now mock me over outdated family ties. Don't look at me— at my fucking face— and claim I'm like our family, because at this point, do I even have one?"

A hush fell over the room as Remus and Lily fell into contemplative silence. The atmosphere seemed to hold its breath, and I felt the weight of my peers' unspoken acknowledgment.

In the quiet, I caught James Potter's sympathetic glance. Our brief exchange held a silent understanding that transcended the tension in the room.

Sirius, for once, was left without a retort. The weight of my words lingered in the air, and a subtle tension settled among us. In that classroom, a different kind of alchemy had taken place—one of confrontation, resilience, and personal integrity.