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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After leaving Dumbledore's office, Aria couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing, not just from the memory, but from the larger picture. She and Harry walked hand in hand down the dimly lit corridor in silence, each lost in thought, until Aria finally spoke up.
"There's more to this, isn't there?" she said, her voice low but sharp with determination. "Dumbledore knows something, something he's not telling us."
Harry glanced at her, his brow furrowed. "Yeah... but what could it be?"
Aria stopped in her tracks, her eyes narrowing as the weight of everything Dumbledore hadn't said pressed down on her. She had been caught up in the whirlwind of tasks, prophecies, and uncovering pieces of the past, but she hadn't paused to reflect on her own place in all of this. Not really. Not like she should have.
"Harry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "what if my part...in the prophecy is something...we're not actually certain of? Dumbledore told us one thing but...some stuff just doesn't add up"
Harry blinked, caught off guard. "What do you mean?"
Aria's heart raced as they continued walking. "I mean... there's something Dumbledore isn't telling us. About me. About why I suddenly showed signs of magic when I turned 13. I've been thinking about it. It doesn't make sense that it just... appeared out of nowhere."
"Your magic?" Harry asked, glancing sideways at her. "You were a late bloomer, that's all, right?"
"No, that's not how magic works. And by the way a late bloomer is someone who experiences hornomal changes late and for your information, I started my period when I was nine- which is besides the point, anyways-" she shook her head. "It's more than that. My powers—they're tied to something else. Something deeper, maybe even darker. It's like..." Aria trailed off, struggling to find the words. "Like they were locked away until then."
They stopped outside the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, but Aria didn't seem ready to go in just yet. She stood there, lost in thought.
Harry looked at her seriously. "Do you think Dumbledore knows why?"
"I think he does." She sighed, running a hand through her platinum-blonde hair. "And I'm going to ask him."
Determined, Aria turned on her heel and began marching back toward the headmaster's office, leaving Harry staring after her.
Back in Dumbledore's office, the elderly wizard sat behind his desk, seemingly engrossed in some ancient parchment, when Aria burst back through the door.
