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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Aria lounged comfortably in Harry's bed, the soft quilt enveloping her like a protective cocoon. The room was bathed in the familiar scent of old parchment and the faint, lingering aroma of Harry's Quidditch gear. It was cozy, safe. Aria shifted slightly, feeling the warmth of Harry beside her, his arm resting lazily across her waist. A soft, sleepy smile played at his lips as he gazed at her, half-awake but content.
The low flicker of the fireplace cast a gentle glow across the room, the crackling embers the only sound besides the occasional rustle of turning pages. Aria's eyes sparkled mischievously as she glanced at Harry, momentarily distracted from the book she was reading.
"Okay, so when do we get to the part where the hero swoops in to save the day?" Harry teased, his voice slightly rough with sleep as he poked her side gently.
Aria wriggled, a grin tugging at the corners of her lips. "Shh! It's a mystery!" she protested playfully, but there was no hiding the amusement in her voice.
Harry chuckled softly, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on the quilt. "I'm just saying, it's always a mystery until the hero shows up." His green eyes, bright and inquisitive, lingered on her face, and Aria felt her heart warm at the sight.
February had transitioned into March, but the weather outside was still cold, gray, and dreary—mirroring the growing tension in the air at Hogwarts. The students' usual excitement over the approaching Hogsmeade trip had been abruptly crushed when word spread that it was canceled.
Ron burst into the common room like a whirlwind, his red hair an untamed mess. He stormed over to the bulletin board, glaring at the notice that confirmed the bad news.
"Ugh! It was on my birthday!" Ron exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration, as if somehow the force of his protest could undo the decision.
Aria, still nestled in Harry's bed, raised a bemused eyebrow. "You'd think they'd reschedule the whole thing just for you, wouldn't you?" she quipped, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
Ron shot her an exasperated look but couldn't help the small grin that appeared despite his bad mood. Harry sat up from the bed, running a hand through his messy hair as he joined Ron on the floor.
"Not a big surprise though, is it?" Harry said with a sigh, leaning back on his hands. "Not after what happened to Katie..."
The somberness of his words made Aria's teasing demeanor fade. Katie Bell still hadn't returned from St. Mungo's, and the Daily Prophet was full of reports of more disappearances—mysterious, ominous, and all too frequent. Aria's brow furrowed, her thoughts darkening as the weight of the world outside Hogwarts pressed in on their lives.
