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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As Harry's world faded into darkness, an intense, searing pain suddenly tore through Aria's chest. She staggered, clutching her heart as though it had been physically struck. The agony was all-consuming, radiating through her body like wildfire. It was as if some invisible thread connecting her to Harry had just been severed, leaving an emptiness so profound it felt like a piece of her soul had been ripped away.
Her breath caught, her vision blurring as she fell to her knees in the Great Hall, the sounds of the wounded and weary around her fading into a distant hum. Onyx and Blaise, who had been beside her, looked on in alarm as Aria's face drained of color, her eyes wide with horror.
"Aria!" Onyx cried, reaching out to steady her, but Aria barely felt her touch. She could feel her heartbeat slow, growing faint and hollow, each beat aching with a sorrow too deep to bear. The hollow emptiness within her seemed to whisper one name—Harry. She didn't understand how or why, but she knew, with an unshakeable certainty, that he was gone.
"No," she whispered, the single word filled with anguish. Tears pricked at her eyes, the reality crashing down on her like a tidal wave. Harry—the love of her life, her heart, her everything—was gone. It felt impossible, surreal, as if she were trapped in a nightmare she couldn't wake from. Her mind reeled, replaying his smile, his laughter, the warmth in his eyes whenever he looked at her. The memories felt like daggers now, sharp and unbearable.
Blaise knelt beside her, his hand on her shoulder, worry etched across his face. "Aria, what's happening?" he asked, his voice tight with concern. But Aria couldn't answer. She could barely find the strength to breathe, let alone explain the all-consuming grief tearing her apart.
She managed to look up, meeting Onyx's wide, tear-filled eyes. "Harry..." she choked out, her voice breaking. "He's gone."
The words hung in the air, heavy and final. She watched the shock settle on her friends' faces, but nothing could match the devastation she felt. The person she loved most in the world, the one she'd fought so hard for, was gone. And with him, it felt like every shred of hope she had left had died too.
He lay facedown, feeling a sharp emptiness in his chest that he couldn't place. The silence wrapped around him, thick and endless, filling his ears with a stillness that made him question if he was even there. He felt an absence, yet there was an undeniable feeling that something else remained—a presence, faint but warm. It wasn't just silence; it was solitude. Nobody was there, and for a moment, he wondered if Aria's familiar comfort was lost to him forever.
After what seemed like an eternity, he became aware of the surface beneath him, solid and unyielding. He felt... physical. That realization jolted through him, grounding him back into awareness. Almost hesitantly, he opened his eyes, unsure if he'd be able to see anything, but in doing so, he discovered a soft brightness.
