"What do you mean I can't leave yet?" Aria's voice came out weaker than she intended, but the frustration was clear.
She glared at Dumbledore, who stood at the foot of her bed, his expression unreadable as ever. Flanking him were the two other headmasters: Madame Maxime of Beauxbatons and Igor Karkaroff of Durmstrang. Unlike the previous night, the air was more tense than outright hostile, as if the three of them had reached some sort of uneasy agreement.
"You're still too weak, my dear" Dumbledore began, in that same condescending tone she hated so much. "Your body and magic need time to recover from the strain of your unexpected journey. Apparating across continents is a severe strain on your magic, especially when it's involuntary."
Aria narrowed her eyes, her jaw tightening in anger. "So I'm just supposed to stay here? Doing nothing?"
Before Dumbledore could respond, James spoke up, his voice edged with worry. "Is there no way to speed up the healing process?" He looked from Dumbledore to Madam Pomfrey, desperation coloring his words.
Madam Pomfrey shook her head, her lips pressed into a thin line. "I'm afraid not, Mr. Potter. It's her own magic that's been depleted. This is something internal, something from within her. It needs time to replenish itself naturally. Forcing it could cause even more damage."
Madame Maxime, towering over everyone else in the room, crossed her arms and frowned. "But how iz ze leettle girl going to compete wiz no strength or magic?"
James quickly interjected, his voice firm. "She won't compete before she's fully healed. That's not up for debate."
Dumbledore, his expression still calm, shook his head slightly. "I'm afraid it's not up to us, James. If Aria does not compete, the consequences could be far worse than mere exhaustion. The magic will continue to drain from her until there's nothing left."
Aria could feel the anger bubbling up inside her, but her body was too weak to do anything about it. She watched as the adults around her began to argue, the tension rising again. It wasn't long before Dumbledore raised a hand, his voice authoritative. "This is not the place for this discussion. I suggest we take it outside."
With that, Dumbledore ushered the headmasters and James out of the room, leaving Aria alone in the Hospital Wing once more.
As the door closed behind them, she let out a long breath, staring up at the ceiling once again.
She was going to have to compete either way. With or without her parents and the avengers being present— but at least she'd have her suit.
She definitely had a higher chance of surviving the tournament using it.
For now though, her focus was on finding a way to leave the hospital wing and see what's going on outside. This environment was making her sick.
She needed to find her friends.
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NIGHTSHADE | marvel x hp
FanfictionOn that fateful Halloween night, Lily and James survived while Voldemort apparently 'marked' Harry Potter as his equal. Aria Potter, twin sister of the boy-who-lived was proclaimed a squib, abandoned by her family and given to the care of the Dursl...