For as long as she could remember, Esmeralda Grisky and Lorenzo Berkshire had been inseparable best friends. But in their sixth year at Hogwarts, something shifted between them, drawing them closer than ever. Esmeralda begins to realize that her fee...
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ESMIE TOOK A DEEP, STEADYING BREATH AS SHE JOINED THE THRONG OF STUDENTS MAKING THEIR WAY TOWARDS THE GREAT HALL.
The air in the corridors felt heavier than usual, laden with an unspoken tension that seemed to ripple through the mass of students. Harry walked beside her, his hand wrapped around hers in a reassuring grip. His presence was comforting, even though Esmie could feel his worry in the quick glances he cast toward her. Neither of them knew what was about to happen, but the silence in the halls was ominous, almost suffocating.
After all the students had been ordered to the Great Hall, Hermione, Ron, and Enzo had stayed behind for reasons Esmie wasn't entirely clear on, but there was no time to question it now. As they approached the towering double doors of the Great Hall, Esmie's heart thudded painfully in her chest. She glanced at Harry, whose face was set in determination, before following him and Ginny through the doors and into the vast, candlelit room.
The Hall was eerily quiet, the long tables pushed back to make room for the entire student body now gathered, standing in uneasy clusters. Esmie's eyes were immediately drawn to the front of the room, where Snape stood, his dark robes billowing around him as he strode forward to address the room. His eyes, cold and piercing, scanned the students as though searching for any sign of rebellion. Esmie found herself stepping closer to Harry, feeling the tension in the air thicken.
"Many of you are wondering why I have summoned you at this late hour," Snape began, his voice a low, commanding presence that filled the hall. "It has come to my attention that earlier this evening, Harry Potter was sighted in Hogsmeade." His words were met with a low murmur from the students, their voices tinged with fear and curiosity. Esmie felt her pulse quicken, but she kept her expression neutral, watching Snape with a wary eye.
He continued, his voice cutting through the murmurs, "Any staff or student found aiding Mr. Potter will be punished severely. Furthermore, anyone with knowledge of his whereabouts who fails to come forward will be treated as equally guilty."
Esmie swallowed hard. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she could feel Harry tense beside her. She glanced up at him, her voice barely above a whisper. "Harry..."
