Sorano Newgate love story

love story

Sorano Newgate was a peculiar girl, even by the enigmatic standards of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. With hair the color of a freshly minted gold galleon and eyes that mirrored the soft blue turquoise that seemed to be very clouded, she often found herself lost in the pages of ancient tomes, her nose buried in the scent of dusty parchment and ink. Her skin was as pale as the moon at dawn, and her smile was rare and captivating just like the moon. She seems to forget almost anything.

One fateful evening, as the castle's grand clock chimed the end of the day's lessons, Sorano found herself in the library, surrounded by towering shelves of books that whispered secrets to anyone who cared to listen. She had come seeking knowledge of an obscure charm she'd heard mentioned in a half-forgotten lecture. Her eyes scanned the spines of the books, searching for the elusive tome that would hold the answers she craved.

Then she heard the soft click of the library door closing, and the footsteps that followed were unmistakable. Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin prince, sauntered in with his usual air of arrogance, his eyes locking on her from across the room. Despite their different houses, she had always felt an inexplicable draw to him, his sharp wit and cunning intellect a stark contrast to her dreamy disposition. He approached, his curiosity piqued by the sight of a Gryffindor in such a secluded corner of the library.

"Newgate," he said, his voice a cool breeze that seemed to cut through the hushed whispers of the books. "What brings you to this part of the library?"

Sorano looked up, her cheeks flushing slightly. She'd heard the rumors of his interest in the darker arts, but she was not one to judge. "Research," she replied, her voice a bit shakier than she would have liked. "I'm looking for something...specific."

Draco leaned against the desk, his silver-gray eyes scrutinizing her. "And what, pray tell, could be so specific that you'd venture into the depths of the Restricted Section?"

She paused, debating whether to share her quest with him. Finally, she decided that there was no harm in it. "A charm to help me remember my dreams," she admitted. "They've been...vivid lately. And I can't seem to hold onto them when I wake."

He raised an eyebrow. "Dreams, huh? That's not exactly dark magic, but it is peculiar. Tell me more." His tone was intrigued, and she felt a strange sense of comfort in his curiosity.

Sorano recounted her recent nights, filled with images so real they seemed to bleed into her waking moments. Dreams of flying on the back of a dragon, of walking through a forest that was both terrifying and eerily beautiful, and of speaking with a voice that was not her own. As she talked, she noticed Draco's expression shift, his eyes widening slightly.

"I might know something about that," he said, his voice low and contemplative. "But it's not the sort of thing you find in the Restricted Section. It's more...personal. Meet me here tomorrow night, and I'll show you what I mean."

With that, he turned and left, leaving Sorano to wonder what he could know about her enigmatic nocturnal adventures. The anticipation was almost unbearable, her mind racing with possibilities. But she had a feeling that whatever awaited her, it was going to be a revelation that would change everything.

The following night, she waited in the same spot, her heart fluttering like a trapped butterfly in her chest. When Draco appeared, he had a small, leather-bound book with him, its pages yellowed with age. He sat down opposite her and slid the book across the desk.

"This is a journal," he began. "It belonged to a Slytherin from long ago, who had a gift much like yours. The charm you seek is within these pages."

Her eyes grew wide as she opened the book, revealing a series of spells and incantations that seemed to dance before her eyes. She felt the weight of his gaze on her, and for a moment, the library faded away, leaving only the two of them in the dimly lit sanctuary of knowledge.