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, the article in The Quibbler about Harry had finally hit the school. Everywhere Harry and Aria turned, students were huddled together, whispering and pointing excitedly as they read copies of the magazine. The article was making waves throughout the castle, and it seemed like everyone, from first-years to seventh-years, had their noses buried in The Quibbler, soaking in every word.
Aria walked down the corridors with Harry, her hand intertwined with his, watching as students stared at them with a newfound sense of admiration. It was strange—just a few months ago, people were skeptical of Harry's claims that Voldemort had returned. Now, after The Quibbler article, they seemed to finally believe him.
"Never thought I'd see the day when the entire school believed what I've been saying all along," Harry muttered under his breath, looking slightly overwhelmed by all the attention.
Aria squeezed his hand reassuringly. "They finally see the truth. You did the right thing."
By lunchtime, even Umbridge had caught wind of what was happening. She marched into the Great Hall, her eyes narrowed into furious slits as she saw students passing around copies of the magazine. Her voice rang out shrilly as she approached a group of Hufflepuffs. "What is that? What are you all reading?"
A hush fell over the hall as everyone turned to look at her. The students quickly tucked their copies away, but it was too late—Umbridge had already seen.
"The Quibbler? Harry Potter has given an - an interview?" she snarled. "You are forbidden from reading that garbage! As of now, it is banned!" She waved her wand, and copies of the magazine started vanishing from tables and hands. But despite her efforts, students exchanged smug glances, some even smirking at her as they continued to read behind their books or under their robes. Clearly, Umbridge's ban wasn't going to stop anyone from reading it.
By that evening, it seemed the entire school had read the article. Even teachers, although forbidden by Decree 26 to speak about anything non-academic, found ways to let Harry know they were proud of him. Aria caught Professor Flitwick giving Harry a small but encouraging nod and a box of squeaking sugar mice as they left Charms class, while Professor Sprout patted him on the shoulder when no one was looking, offering a brief but proud smile.
In Divination class, something even more unexpected happened. Professor Trelawney, whose usual gloomy predictions of death and despair were well known to Harry, suddenly burst into tears during a particularly dramatic reading of Harry's tea leaves.
"Oh, my dear boy," Trelawney sobbed, her eyes brimming with emotion. "You shall not die young after all! Oh no, I see it so clearly now—you shall live to a ripe old age, Harry Potter, and you shall become Minister for Magic! Oh yes, and I see... twelve children! Twelve happy, healthy children in your future!"
