Forevermore | H. Potter

•𝕾𝖎𝖝𝖙𝖍 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗•

"𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙 𝖚𝖘, 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗"

"𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖘, 𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖑𝖑, 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖊'𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗, 𝖎𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖎𝖙? 𝕬 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖏𝖔𝖞"

In the sixth year's haze, where shadows blend,

Crimson and Emerald, side by side they wend,

Through corridors haunted by fear and dread,

Where darkened whispers and secrets spread.

Yet as they walk, tempers sometimes fray,

Arguments bloom like storms in May,

Emerald's resolve, sharp as a knife,

Meets Crimson's passion, sparking strife.

Their love, a beacon through the storm,

But tempers clash, the nights turn warm—

Emerald's strength, Crimson's fierce light,

In heated quarrels, they spark and fight.

In dim-lit halls where dangers creep,

They lose their footing, passions steep,

Yet, just as darkness looms to divide,

They find each other, fears set aside.

For even as words strike with heated blow,

Through trials fierce, their love will grow,

In battles fierce and whispered doom,

They retreat to each other's room.

When Voldemort's shadow stretches wide,

And old hurts surface, hard to hide,

Emerald's hand clasps Crimson's tight—

In silence, they vow to make things right.

In the common room's quiet, their worries fade,

Where soft words heal what anger made,

A stolen kiss in the midnight's hush,

Their love blooms strong amid the rush.

Against the darkness, their hearts entwine,

Yet sometimes fray along faulted lines,

Crimson's courage and Emerald's fire—

Both fuel a love that never tires.

In the face of peril, they stand as one,

A beacon of hope when the dark is done,

For in the heart of sixth year's plight,

Their love, through storms, shines ever bright. 

So let their story through the terror be told, 

Of a love that's tested and still so bold,

Crimson and Emerald, in conflict and trance,

Find strength renewed in their enduring dance.