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 weight of everything still hung heavily in the air. Aria had spent most of her time in the Slytherin common room, avoiding the outside world as much as she could. Onyx, Draco and Blaise had been her constant companions, watching over her, offering their quiet presence when she needed it most. Harry had come by often too, sitting with her in silence or taking long walks by the Black Lake to clear their minds. Grief was a strange thing, clinging to them like a shadow they couldn't shake.
Then the summons had come — a letter, delivered by Professor McGonagall, telling her to come to Dumbledore's office. The message was clear: Sirius's will had been found. Dumbledore wanted to read it to her and Harry. The reality of it hit her like a punch to the gut.
The walk to the Headmaster's office felt surreal, like she was floating just above the ground. Harry walked beside her, his expression solemn, his hand brushing hers for comfort. As they approached the stone gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office, Aria's stomach churned. She wasn't ready for this. She wasn't ready to hear her father's final words.
"Acid Pops," Harry murmured to the gargoyle, and the staircase slowly began to twist upwards.
They ascended in silence, the quiet between them thick with unspoken thoughts. Aria's mind raced, wondering what Sirius might have left her, what he could have possibly said in a will he wrote long before they even knew of each other.
As they stepped into Dumbledore's office, they found the Headmaster waiting for them. His usual twinkling eyes were softened with understanding and grief. Behind him, the portraits of former Headmasters and Headmistresses shifted in their frames, watching the young pair with silent sympathy.
"Miss Black, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore greeted them, his voice gentle. "Please, sit."
They took their seats, side by side. Aria could feel Harry's hand trembling slightly as he reached for hers. She squeezed it gently, taking a deep breath. She couldn't fall apart here. Not now.
Dumbledore sat behind his desk, a long parchment rolled up before him. He glanced at them both, his expression kind but grave. "I know these past few days have been difficult for you both. The loss of Sirius has affected us all deeply, but I imagine it weighs heaviest on your hearts."
Aria's chest tightened, but she forced herself to nod.
"Sirius left behind a will," Dumbledore continued, his eyes flicking briefly to the parchment. "It was written many years ago, but he revised it not long after he escaped from Azkaban, in anticipation of a reunion with those he held most dear. His instructions, while simple, are personal."
Aria's pulse quickened as Dumbledore unrolled the parchment, revealing Sirius's handwriting — bold, confident, and unmistakable. She bit her lip, steeling herself for whatever was to come.
