A girl named Rhea had made it to hogwarts, she was doing her first year in 5th year. She will have struggles with her magic and work, until she meets the one and only Draco Malfoy.
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The air in Malfoy Manor was still thick with the remnants of dark magic, but the immediate danger had passed. The shattered remains of the cursed box lay scattered across the floor, and with it, the shadows had receded. But the room still felt heavy, as if the house itself hadn't yet released its hold on the curse that had plagued Draco for so long.
Rhea sat on the floor, her body weak from the exertion of breaking the box's power, her breathing shallow but steady. Draco hovered near her, his face pale and etched with concern, his eyes scanning the room for any lingering threat. But the darkness had gone, leaving behind only an eerie silence.
"You did it," Draco finally said, his voice soft but filled with awe. "You broke the curse."
Rhea nodded, though she wasn't entirely sure she believed it herself. The weight of the darkness had lifted, but the unease hadn't fully disappeared. There was still something lingering in the air, something that made her feel like their fight wasn't quite over.
She struggled to her feet, Draco quickly moving to help her, his hand steadying her as she regained her balance. "We broke part of it," she corrected, her voice hoarse. "But there's more. This house... your family's history... it's all tied to the curse. We haven't unraveled everything yet."
Draco's jaw tightened, and he gave a curt nod. "I know," he said quietly. "There's always more when it comes to the Malfoys."
His words hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, neither of them moved, their eyes flickering to the dark corners of the room, half-expecting the shadows to stir again. But the silence held, and the manor seemed to be waiting, watching them.
"We should leave," Rhea suggested, her voice barely above a whisper. "We need time to think, to figure out our next step."
Draco hesitated, his gaze drifting to the remnants of the cursed box. "There might be something else in my father's records," he said. "Something we've missed."
Rhea shook her head, her heart pounding. "We need distance from this place. It's too dangerous. If we stay too long, we risk the darkness pulling us back in."
Draco met her gaze, his expression conflicted. He knew she was right. The house was a trap, its very foundation built on centuries of dark magic. They couldn't stay here, not when they were so close to being free.
"All right," he agreed, his voice strained. "We'll go."
As they left Malfoy Manor, the cold October air hit them like a shock to the system. The sky above was overcast, the sun hidden behind thick clouds, casting the world in a muted gray. Rhea breathed deeply, trying to shake off the lingering sense of dread that clung to her like a second skin.
Draco walked beside her in silence, his eyes distant as they made their way back toward the safety of Hogwarts. The journey felt longer than usual, the weight of their experience at the manor pressing down on them. Every step seemed to take them further from the familiar safety of the school and deeper into the unknown.
