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 had been standing quietly alongside Harry and Luna under the Cloak, watching the scene unfold. Her heart raced as she witnessed Luna's unexpected Stunning of Alecto Carrow, the crash echoing through the Ravenclaw common room. She held her breath as the Ravenclaws emerged from their dormitories, gasping and whispering at the sight of Alecto sprawled on the floor. Aria's eyes flickered with a mixture of amusement and tension as a bold first-year nudged the unconscious witch with his toe, declaring, "I think she might be dead!"
"Oh look," Luna whispered cheerfully, her wide eyes gleaming. "They're pleased!"
"Yeah... great..." Harry muttered, his voice tinged with exasperation as he clutched his wand tighter.
Next to him, Aria held her own wand firmly, staying poised and ready for anything. Harry's sudden distant look, his scar throbbing, sent a pang of worry through her. She knew what that expression meant: Voldemort. Aria placed a hand lightly on his shoulder, grounding him as he slipped briefly into Voldemort's mind, sensing the Dark Lord's movements.
A loud, urgent banging on the common room door broke the silence, causing every Ravenclaw present to freeze in their tracks. Aria's pulse quickened as she heard Amycus Carrow's muffled voice snarling from the other side, demanding entry. The Ravenclaws shrank back, fear rippling through the room as Amycus's shouts grew louder, filling the quiet with threats. Then, a second voice cut through the commotion, and Aria's heart leapt at the familiar, commanding tone of Professor McGonagall.
Amycus's relentless pounding finally ceased as Professor McGonagall questioned his presence outside Ravenclaw Tower, her voice dripping with the sharp disdain only she could wield. Aria could almost see McGonagall's expression, stern and unyielding, as she forced the Death Eater to provide an explanation. Amycus's anger turned to frustration as McGonagall suggested Alecto might be able to open the door herself—"Perhaps she could open the door for you? Then you needn't wake up half the castle."
Aria bit her lip, torn between laughter and fear as Amycus fumbled, eventually ordering McGonagall to open the door. She tightened her grip on Harry's arm as the door swung open, revealing a trembling Professor McGonagall standing on the other side, her presence an indomitable force against the slimy, hunchbacked figure of Amycus Carrow.
The few Ravenclaws remaining in the common room scrambled for cover as Amycus charged in, his tiny eyes zeroing in on his sister lying motionless on the floor. His pale, doughy face contorted with rage and fear as he took in her limp form, hissing and sputtering, "What've they done, the little whelps? I'll Cruciate the lot of 'em till they tell me who did it!"
Aria's gaze hardened, her fingers itching to cast a spell of her own as Amycus ranted and raved. She saw Professor McGonagall's eyes flash with anger as she informed him that Alecto was only Stunned, but Amycus, wild-eyed and panicked, ignored her. He raved about the Dark Lord, his voice rising to a screech, "She's gone and sent for him, I felt me Mark burn, and he thinks we've got Potter!"
