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 atmosphere at Shell Cottage was thick with tension, the morning sunlight struggling to penetrate the dense layers of clouds that hung over the turbulent sea like a shroud of foreboding. The waves crashed against the rocky shore, sending spray into the air and underscoring the moment's weight. In the living room, the group gathered, their faces etched with anxiety as they prepared for the daunting task ahead. The air was heavy with anticipation, and the reality of their impending mission loomed large—it was to be their most dangerous undertaking yet: breaking into Gringotts, the most secure bank in the wizarding world.
Aurora sat beside Harry, her body still grappling with the lingering effects of her recent injury. The throbbing pain in her abdomen was a constant reminder of the close call she had faced at the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange and her poisoned dagger, but she refused to let it deter her. Too much was at stake, and every member of their small band would be crucial to their success. As she looked around at the faces of her friends, she felt a surge of determination. They had come this far together, and she wouldn't let pain hold her back now.
Ron paced back and forth, his footsteps echoing in the stillroom's stillnessasionally glancing nervously toward the window where Griphook, the goblin who had agreed to help them, waited. Each pass seemed to amplify his agitation as if he could physically expel the anxiety that filled the air. Hermione was poring over their meticulously crafted plan yet again, her brows furrowed in concentration as she recited the details for what felt like the hundredth time. "We break into Gringotts, locate the Horcrux hidden in Bellatrix Lestrange's vault, and then we get out before anyone even realizes we've been there," she stated, though her voice trembled slightly, betraying the anxiety that gnawed at her.
"Easy enough," Ron muttered sarcastically, running a hand through his disheveled hair as if trying to pull his thoughts into some semblance of order. "You know, just a casual heist at the most secure bank in the wizarding world to steal one of You-Know-Who's Horcruxes." His tone was tinged with disbelief, underscoring the sheer impossibility of their task.
Aurora leaned back against the wall, trying to regulate her breathing as she fought through the pain that flared with every shift of her body. Harry stood close beside her, his hand hovering protectively near her arm, ready to catch her at a moment's notice should she falter. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked, his green eyes clouded with concern. "You're still not fully healed..."
She met his gaze, and despite the pain that flared within her, her resolve remained unshakeable. "I'm going, Harry. I need to be there. For you. For us." Her voice wavered only slightly, but the determination in her eyes was unmistakable, a beacon of strength amidst the uncertainty. "I can't just sit here and wait. Not again." The very thought of being sidelined while her friends faced danger made her heart ache more than any physical pain ever could.
