In a world where the title boldly declares "Voldemort's bride," fear not, dear readers, for the spotlight is soon stolen by none other than Draco x OC!
But wait, there's a twist - brace yourselves for the enticing allure of Snape x OC, complete wit...
In the dead of night, I was rudely awakened in my room by Professor Moody and a motley crew of others. "No hello, just an abrupt entrance. Classic Moody," I grumbled to myself, sitting up.
"Rise quickly, time is of the essence. I aim to extract you before your brother catches wind of the security breach," Moody insisted, forcefully pulling me from the bed.
"Wait let me put on my outer robe at least." Being whisked away in my nightdress, I couldn't help but mutter, "I feel like I'm always in nightdress."
'Good thing I chose a decent one this time.'
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We stealthily moved through the castle, and I couldn't shake the feeling of being part of some covert mission. "Do they have a 'Rescue Wizards in Pajamas' manual?"
Our clandestine operation didn't stop there. Next stop: Harry's room.
"This is officially the most unconventional midnight outing," I whispered to no one in particular, trying not to trip over my own nightdress.
In the dimly lit corridors, Moody ushered us towards an unknown destination.
"Why do I always end up in these situations?" I pondered, half-expecting Dumbledore to pop out with a membership card.
Breaking into the Dursleys' place was surprisingly easier than expected—turns out, they were out, probably practicing their world-class avoidance skills.
I swung the door open with dramatic flair, revealing Harry poised with a wand like a wizarding superhero.
As we gathered Harry, who seemed just as bewildered as I was, I shot him a look. "Ever been on a top-secret mission in your PJs, Harry?" I asked, a hint of amusement in my tired voice.
"Aria! Professor Moody!" Harry exclaimed, and before you knew it, we were in a hugging contest that would make even the most seasoned Quidditch players jealous.
"What are you doing here?" He questioned.
"Rescuing you, of course," Moody declared with a theatrical flourish. "But where are we going? The letter said I've been expelled." Harry chimed in.
"Oh, you haven't been. Not yet. I won't let them," I reassured Harry, with unwavering optimism.
"But the letter said..." Harry began before Mr. Kingsley cut him off. "Dumbledore persuaded the minister to suspend your expulsion pending a formal hearing."
"A hearing?" He looked perplexed. "Don't worry. We'll explain everything when we get back to headquarters." Cue Ms. Tonks, the shape-shifting wizard extraordinaire.
Moody, being the taskmaster, interjected with a stern "Not here, Nymphadora." Aaaand, cue Tonks getting all fiery.
"Don't call me Nymphadora," she shot back, her hair turning red in protest. I couldn't help but wish my hair could change colors on demand.
