In third-year halls, their paths first crossed,
A Raven boy, a Blonde girl lost.
"Stay out of my way," she warned with a glare,
But something lingered in the frosty air.
Crimson with his scar and fame,
Emerald with her secrets untamed.
Two worlds ap...
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Aria awoke feeling groggy, her senses gradually coming back to her. She blinked a few times, trying to get her bearings. The warmth surrounding her and the soft rustling sounds indicated that she wasn't alone. She turned her head slightly and saw Harry, who was also stirring.
She rubbed her eyes and realized the murmuring voices around her were getting louder. She tried to focus on them, hearing snippets of anger and confusion. The hospital wing was dimly lit, and the room seemed unusually tense.
"Where's Dumbledore?" Fudge's voice cut through the murmurs, sharp and demanding.
Aria shifted slightly to see Mrs. Weasley standing with Bill, both looking worried. Mrs. Weasley's face was flushed with frustration, and Bill looked tense as he glanced toward the door.
The door to the hospital wing burst open, and Dumbledore entered with an air of authority, followed closely by Fudge, Professor McGonagall, and Snape. Aria's heart began to race. She recognized the urgency in their voices and the tension in their stances.
Dumbledore's entrance seemed to escalate the situation. McGonagall, usually so composed, was trembling with anger as she confronted Fudge.
"The moment that—that thing entered the room," she exclaimed, pointing at Fudge, "it swooped down on Crouch and—and—"
Aria felt a chill. She didn't need McGonagall to finish her sentence; she understood what the dementor must have done. The weight of the situation was sinking in.
Fudge, looking red-faced and defensive, tried to justify his actions. "Certainly, Crouch may have believed himself to be acting upon You-Know-Who's orders, but to take the word of a lunatic like that—"
As Dumbledore explained that Voldemort had returned and that Crouch had been helping him, Fudge's disbelief was palpable. The Minister's stubbornness and dismissive attitude toward the evidence only heightened the tension.
Aria noticed Sirius, who was visibly agitated, his hackles raised and teeth bared. Her concern for her - whatever harry was, was growing. She saw Harry, propped up in bed and clearly trying to contribute to the discussion. His face was determined despite the fatigue.
Fudge's scepticism was infuriating. When Harry mentioned the names of known Death Eaters, Fudge brushed them off with excuses. The conversation reached a boiling point when Fudge questioned Harry's credibility because of his ability to speak Parseltongue. Aria could see Harry's frustration building, and she felt a surge of empathy for him.
As the argument intensified, Aria caught Harry's eye. She gave him a reassuring nod, silently conveying her support. Despite the chaos and danger swirling around them, she was determined to stand by him.
