Aurora Black, the daughter of the infamous Sirius Black, has always lived in the shadow of her family's dark legacy. Raised by her strict grandmother, Walburga Black, Aurora struggles to carve out her own identity at Hogwarts. With her sharp wit, fi...
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The air in the Divination classroom was thick with the pungent aroma of incense, curling lazily around the students like the smoke from a dying fire. Aurora Black sat next to Theo Nott, half-heartedly scribbling notes as Professor Trelawney droned on about the importance of reading omens in tea leaves. It was one of those classes that most students barely paid attention to, save for a select few who genuinely believed in Trelawney's prophecies.
Aurora was not one of them.
But something was different today. The atmosphere in the room seemed heavier, more oppressive, as if some unseen force was pressing down on them. Aurora felt it in the pit of her stomach, a growing unease that she couldn't quite explain. She glanced at Theo, who seemed just as disinterested as usual, his quill scratching lazily across the parchment.
Then, suddenly, Harry Potter gasped.
The sound was so abrupt, so filled with pain, that it snapped everyone's attention to him. Harry's hand flew to his forehead, clutching at his lightning-shaped scar as though it was burning him from the inside out. His face was pale, his eyes wide with horror, and for a moment, it looked as though he might pass out.
Aurora's heart skipped a beat. She could feel Theo tense beside her, his hand instinctively reaching for his wand, though there was no immediate threat. Something was very, very wrong.
Harry's eyes rolled back in his head, and he slumped forward, barely catching himself on the edge of the table. The room was deathly silent, every student watching in stunned disbelief as Harry struggled to regain his composure. When he finally lifted his head, his voice was shaky, filled with an urgency that sent chills down Aurora's spine.
"I... I have to go to the hospital wing."
Without another word, he pushed himself to his feet and staggered out of the room, leaving a trail of confused whispers in his wake. Aurora exchanged a worried glance with Theo, but neither of them spoke. There was nothing they could say nothing that could make sense of the dark premonition that hung in the air like a storm cloud.
Weeks passed in a blur of tension and anticipation. The third task of the Triwizard Tournament was fast approaching, and the entire school was abuzz with excitement and nerves. But that day in Divination had left Aurora with a lingering sense of dread that she couldn't shake.
When the day of the task finally arrived, the sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the grounds. Aurora and Theo sat in the stands with the rest of the Slytherins, watching as the champions entered the maze one by one. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the cheers of students and the occasional blast of magic from within the labyrinth.
But as the minutes turned into hours, the cheers began to fade, replaced by an uneasy silence. Something was wrong Aurora could feel it in her bones. She clutched Theo's hand tightly, her eyes fixed on the entrance to the maze, willing Harry to emerge unscathed.
