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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She looked up, steeling herself against the rush of emotions. "I know."
Draco's brow furrowed as he stepped closer, his eyes searching hers. "You don't have to do this. We can leave—run away—before it's too late. You can still walk away from this."
The desperation in his tone tugged at her heart, but she shook her head, determination flooding her veins. "I can't, Draco. This is the only way to gather information for the Order. If I don't do this, we could lose everything."
He stepped closer, urgency radiating from him. "You don't understand what you're getting into! The Dark Lord isn't merciful. He will expect loyalty, and if you falter—"
"I won't falter," Aurora insisted, her voice firm. "I know the risks. But I have to do this for Harry, for all of us. I can't just stand by and let this happen."
Draco's expression turned pained, and he ran a hand through his hair, frustration boiling beneath the surface. "What if it's a trap? What if they find out you're spying? You're putting yourself in danger—"
"I'm already in danger," she interjected, her heart pounding. "Being here is a risk. But I have to play my part. If I run now, it would raise too many questions. I need to earn their trust."
He stepped back, his face a mask of conflict. "You're my sister, and I can't lose you to this madness."
Aurora's heart ached at his words. "You won't lose me. I promise I'll be careful. I'll keep my head down and stay strong."
Draco's eyes searched hers for a moment, and she could see the storm of emotions churning within him—fear, love, anger. Finally, he nodded slowly, though his expression remained troubled. "If you truly believe this is what you have to do..."
"It is," she said, her voice unwavering. "I need you to trust me. I'll find a way to send information back to you and the Order. I promise I won't forget where my loyalties lie."
He stepped forward, grasping her shoulders with a firm grip, his gaze intense. "Just... be careful. If you need me, don't hesitate to reach out. I'll do whatever I can to help you."
"I will," she assured him, her heart racing. "But right now, I need to go. It's time."
Draco took a deep breath, reluctantly stepping aside as he led her from the room. The weight of what lay ahead settled heavily on her shoulders, but she squared her jaw, determined to see it through.
As they walked through the dimly lit halls of Malfoy Manor, her mind raced with the possibilities and dangers that awaited her. This was it—her moment to step into the darkness, to confront the very thing she had spent her life fighting against. She couldn't waver now. She had to be strong, not just for herself, but for everyone who believed in her.
