The grand hall reverberated once more with the harmonious cadence of laughter and camaraderie, as friends bantered and shared joyous moments. Yet, amidst the apparent revelry, a sizable contingent experienced a discordant note within the symphony of celebration.
In the midst of the gathering, divergent emotions wove a complex tapestry. Harry Potter, enveloped by the presence of those who should have been his kin, found himself exhilarated yet apprehensive in the proximity of Peter Pettigrew. Neville Longbottom, although sharing in the thrill, lacked the nervous undertones that characterized Potter's sentiment. Hermione Granger, feeling like a puzzle piece slightly misfit, gravitated towards the Weasleys, the beacon of acceptance in this temporal conundrum, along with the enigmatic Lovegoods.
Among the adults from the future, a tumultuous sea of emotions surged, leaving them adrift in uncertainty. Confronted with a reality where the future was presumed known, the weight of impending tragedy cast a shadow over their interactions. How does one navigate the complexities of a scenario where destinies are seemingly foretold?
Within the confines of Slytherin House, an oppressive tension hung in the air, a testament to their knack for breeding discomfort. Conversations meandered, but it was an asymmetrical discourse dominated by the elders and their entrenched pureblood beliefs. Complaints echoed about the burden of monitoring the lives of the Potter and Mudblood progeny, a cacophony of dissent against a narrative they found distasteful.
Contrastingly, the future Slytherins sat in contemplative silence, grappling with the challenge of adapting to their unfamiliar surroundings. The anomaly of hushed deliberation among this usually vocal group hinted at a profound internal struggle. A closer inspection of their lives revealed a kaleidoscope of perspectives, rendering their customary loquaciousness an illusion.
As the meal was consumed, an anticipatory hush fell over the assembly. The magical tome, the harbinger of revelations, unfurled its pages with a resonant flutter. A collective silence gripped the room as an emerald luminescence soared, casting an ethereal glow upon the expectant faces, and the mysterious screen materialized before them.
BOOM.
The resounding knock echoed through the room once again, jolting Dudley awake from his slumber. The sudden disturbance prompted Uncle Vernon to skid into the room, a rifle clutched tightly in his hands.
Lily, casting a disapproving glance, whispered furiously about the absurdity of bringing a weapon around children.
"What's that?" James inquired, eyeing the firearm with a raised eyebrow.
"It's a gun," Lily explained tersely. "In simple terms, it holds bullets that can kill people. By the time someone waves their wand, they could have already shot you."
This revelation left those unfamiliar with Muggle technology in a state of shock. The notion that some people still lived in caves seemed, at that moment, quite plausible.
"Who's there?" Uncle Vernon bellowed, brandishing the rifle. "I warn you—I'm armed."
A pause ensued, only to be shattered by a thunderous crash. The door was struck with such force that it swung off its hinges, crashing onto the floor. A colossal figure loomed in the doorway, his face obscured by a wild tangle of hair and beard. Despite the concealment, his eyes glinted like black beetles beneath the unruly mane.
"HAGRID!!!!!!!" James exclaimed with a mixture of excitement and disbelief.
The giant man squeezed his way into the room, his head nearly brushing the ceiling. Nonchalantly, he picked up the fallen door and effortlessly fitted it back into its frame, momentarily muffling the storm outside.
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قصص الهواةThere is a price to pay for speaking the truth and a bigger one for living a lie, this Lysandra Lestrange knows too well. _____________________ Or In which others find out she puts her life on the line practically every time she breaths. Classified;...
