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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The morning sun rose hesitantly over Hogwarts, casting a pale light across the grounds that felt too bright for the heaviness in the air. It was a bittersweet morning, a juxtaposition of beauty and sorrow as the students and staff prepared to say their final goodbyes to Albus Dumbledore. The great castle, usually vibrant with life and laughter, was enveloped in a somber silence, as if the very walls mourned the loss of their beloved headmaster.
Harry, Aria, Hermione, and Toby stood together just outside the castle, their hearts heavy with grief as they watched the other students gather in small, muted groups. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken words, the reality of Dumbledore's death settling heavily in their chests. It was hard to believe that this kind, wise man who had guided them all was gone, leaving behind only memories and an unfathomable void.
"Are you alright?" Aria asked quietly, glancing up at Harry, who stood with his arms crossed, staring at the ground as if trying to make sense of it all. The intensity of his sorrow was palpable, and she reached out, brushing her fingers against his arm in a gesture of comfort.
Harry turned to her, his green eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I just keep thinking about everything he did for us," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "He believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. And now... now he's gone." The words tumbled from his lips, laced with a mixture of anger and despair.
Aria nodded, understanding the weight of his grief. "He wouldn't want us to give up," she replied gently. "He believed we could fight this. We have to honor him by continuing the fight, Harry."
Hermione, standing close, nodded in agreement, her own eyes glistening. "He taught us so much," she said, her voice trembling. "He believed in the power of love, and that's what we have to hold onto. We can't let his death be in vain."
As they spoke, the crowd began to move toward the lake, where a platform had been erected in Dumbledore's honor. Students and teachers alike gathered together, creating a sea of black robes against the backdrop of the sparkling water. The somber atmosphere was palpable, and Harry could see the shadows of grief etched on every face.
As they approached the platform, they found Onyx and Blaise standing with a small group of Slytherins, their expressions somber and withdrawn. Onyx's eyes were red and puffy from crying, and Blaise's expression was a mixture of anger and sorrow. The weight of their earlier revelations hung heavily in the air between them.
"Did you sleep at all?" Aria asked Onyx, her voice soft as she stepped closer, concern etched on her features.
Onyx shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't... I kept thinking about everything. About Draco and Theo. How could they do this?" Her voice broke, and she clutched Blaise's arm tightly, seeking solace in his presence.
