A masked stranger promised they would meet again. A month later, just as that encounter was about to be completely forgotten, a new Black arrived at Hogwarts — and Y/N began to wonder if fate truly remembers faces. ───୨ৎ─── “𝘑'𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘭, 𝘭𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘑𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘤 𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘪𝘦 𝘜𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘶 𝘥'𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘌𝘵 𝘫𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘦” ᯓ‎𝄞 “ᴅᴇʀɴɪÈʀᴇ ᴅᴇɴꜱᴇ” ʙʏ ɪɴᴅɪʟᴀ ˎˊ˗