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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Harry and Aria walked through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, heading toward Snape's office for their Occlumency lesson. The cold draft that swept through the castle made the atmosphere feel heavier than usual, and Aria could sense that something was weighing on Harry's mind.
"I had that dream again," Harry said suddenly, breaking the silence. His voice was low, cautious, as if he didn't want anyone else to overhear.
Aria glanced at him curiously. "The one with the door?"
Harry nodded, his face pale and tense. "Yeah. But this time, the door... it finally opened. I was right there, Aria, just about to see what was inside. But then I woke up."
She frowned, her thoughts racing. The dreams had been plaguing Harry for weeks, and each time, the sense of urgency seemed to grow.
They reached Snape's office and stopped in front of the heavy wooden door. Harry raised his hand to knock, but Aria noticed how tense he was, the muscles in his jaw clenched.
"You alright?" she asked quietly, her hand brushing against his arm.
Harry nodded quickly. "Yeah. Just... I hate this."
She didn't need to ask what he meant. Occlumency lessons with Snape had been brutal. Snape's constant sneering and harsh criticisms only made it worse. Harry's frustration had been building, and Aria could feel his irritation radiating off him like a physical thing.
The door creaked open, and Snape stood there, his black eyes as cold and unforgiving as ever.
"Potter, Black," he said curtly, stepping aside to let them enter.
They moved into the office, which was as bleak and oppressive as usual. Rows of jars containing all manner of sinister-looking ingredients lined the shelves, and a faint smell of something acrid filled the air. Aria took a deep breath, trying to shake off the growing sense of dread.
"Let's get started," Snape said without preamble, moving to the center of the room. His eyes narrowed at Harry, who was glaring at him in return. "Potter, I hope you've been practicing."
Harry didn't answer. He simply stared back, jaw tight.
Aria stood nearby, ready to watch and assist if necessary, but something about Snape's mood felt off tonight. He seemed more distracted, his usual sharpness dulled slightly.
Just as Snape raised his wand, preparing to dive into Harry's mind, the door to the office opened, and Draco Malfoy stepped in, looking more smug than usual.
