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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A few days later, after much anticipation, the members of the DA finally gathered in the Room of Requirement. Dobby had excitedly told Harry about the hidden room, explaining that it would provide whatever they needed. At eight o'clock, the room began to fill with students from all four houses—well, almost all houses.
The moment Aria entered, followed closely by Onyx and Blaise, a low murmur rippled through the group. A few Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs exchanged uneasy glances, while the Gryffindors' faces darkened.
"What are they doing here?" one of the Ravenclaws, Anthony Goldstein, muttered under his breath.
"I didn't know this was open to Slytherins," said a Hufflepuff girl, crossing her arms.
The atmosphere shifted instantly. A handful of students stood up, clearly angered by the sight of two more Slytherins joining their secret organization.
"They shouldn't be here," Seamus Finnigan said loudly, shooting a glare at Blaise and Onyx. "We can't trust Slytherins, not with something like this."
Onyx flinched, her hand clenching at her side, but Blaise stood tall, his expression indifferent. Aria could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, the tension in the room palpable.
Aria stepped forward before anyone else could speak. "I'm a Slytherin too," she said, her voice cutting through the whispers. "And if you don't trust them, then you don't trust me either."
A hush fell over the group. The students looked between Aria and her friends, unsure of how to respond.
"But you're... different, Aria," someone muttered, but it wasn't enough to quell the unease.
Before the argument could escalate, Harry pulled Aria aside, his face tense with concern. "Are you sure about this?" he asked quietly. "I mean, I know you trust them, but... this is important. We can't afford any risks."
Aria met his gaze, her expression unwavering. "I'm sure. I trust them with my life, Harry. Onyx and Blaise aren't like the others. They don't want to be on Voldemort's side. We all want the same thing."
Harry studied her for a moment, then sighed. "Alright," he said finally, glancing over at Ron and Hermione. "But if anything seems off, anything at all..."
"I'll handle it," Aria promised.
Reluctantly, Harry, Ron, and Hermione agreed, though Ron still looked like he wasn't entirely on board with the idea. With the tension hanging in the air, Harry stepped forward, addressing the group. "Alright, everyone," he called out, and the room quieted down again. "We're all here for the same reason—to learn how to defend ourselves. We're not going to divide ourselves based on houses."
