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Two different students sorted into two different houses at the start of Voldemort's first rise before the boy who lived existed and before the prophecy was even uttered. One student is a pure blood Slytherin the other is a half blood Gryffindor. Both never really encountered each other except in classes until their fourth year. Then something happens and they seem to beginning to come in contact more often.

Something seems to be connecting them but they don't know what it is. Finally they are unable to deny the attraction they feel, and they find themselves in an unused classroom. Their they confess their feelings for one another and begin a relationship. Their classmates are surprised but no one protests.

Everything seems to be going great until Voldemort begins to reach out for supporters in the houses, Slytherin primarily. The one house feel the need to break the pair apart. They manage to succeed, in a crafty way that has one of the pair avoiding the other.

Profiles

Name: Liam McGregor
Age: 17
Year: ? Is this still set in their fourth year our was that when they met? I imagined it was our last year as our feelings are relatively deep but if it is still their fourth year my age is back down to 14.
Personality: Liam is strict with his education. He keeps focused in class and rarely does anything before studying. But, after meeting his Gryffindor, he is captivated and charming. He is loyal and protective of what he desires and loves and will do anything to win in the end.
Bio: Liam McGregor's family tree is filled with family members in Azkaban. He focuses in school so hard to avoid going down that same path. He is an only child and watched his mother dragged into Azkaban screaming and laughing insanely. His father died shortly after, killing himself. Liam now lives with a family that was once friends with his parents. He does all he can to not be a bother and to be successful so that one day he can return the favor of their hospitality.


Name: Arina Riely
Age:
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Personality: Arina is a shy, quiet kind of girl. She doesn't have many friends but those she does she holds close and dear. She is always willing to help someone and always willing to give a chance even when others warn her against it. She likes to think that everyone has good in them even when most people can't see it.
Bio: Arina is the youngest child of three and one of only two to be magical. Her older brother is a squib and resents Arina for having magic where he doesn't. Because of that when they were in school together before Hogwarts, Arina's older brother had her bullied causing him to be quiet and shy. Her parents turned a blind eye and Arina felt the only one she could truly and completely trust was her sister who has long since graduated from Hogwarts now, it was her sister that showed her she could still trust people.

Detention. Liam was disgusted with himself and his classmates for indulging in such primitive behavior. He'd tried to stop the fight but the two were simply ready to kill each other. When the Professor had shown up, it must've looked like he was involved as well and he was given a detention. Now he was forced downstairs with another student to clean cauldrons instead of in the library studying. There were countless papers to be written and he was not going to let this be the first time he turned in an assignment late.

He came to the dungeons door and sighed. A Gryffindor. An annoying lot all of them. High and mighty. He hoped the time would go by quickly so that he could get back. He swung open the thick wooden door and walked down the stairs and eyed the classmate he was sentenced with. A girl. He rolled his eyes and knew this was going to be a long night. Heaven forbid she break a nail and he'd be forced to do the work himself. He came to stand next to her, working himself into a fowl mood. "I hope you don't think that I'm going to be doing all the work around here. I've got better things to do than make sure you don't break a nail."

Liam watched her walk away and began working and sighed. If it was one thing he disliked was acting like so many of his fellow house-mates. He was in Slytherin for glory within the ministry, not someone destined for cruelty like so many Slytherins before him. He walked over to the table, grabbed the other half of the supplies and sat in front of the cauldron next to her. "My apologies." He said sincerely and began working.

He scrubbed hard, wanting to get the job done and began thinking of his latest paper and studies. He had crammed his schedule to fill his hours with schoolwork. Anything to fill the hours instead of letting his mind wander. That was dangerous as it always led to pain. The simple chore of scrubbing was almost inviting for his mind to begin that journey and his eyes focused hard at task, his hand scrubbing almost desperately to finish this one and begin on the next one.

Liam could feel the terror within, the memories beginning to shore up and scrubbed harder, if only for the sake of doing something when he felt a hand on his arm. He stopped and looked at the Gryffindor girl who had stopped him. He had to replay the last few seconds in order to process what she had said. He nodded and dropped the pad, sitting back and flexed his fingers. The joints were red and almost ready to blister he'd been holding on so tightly.

"Thanks. I guess I got lost there for a second. I'm used to focusing on papers... not mindless chores." He said, giving her a small smile. The gratitude he felt was almost overwhelming towards her. Another moment and... well, he was glad it hadn't. He stuck his hand out. "Liam MacGregor. Seeing as we're stuck together, might as well be civil." And have conversation. Anything to distract him from simple scrubbing.

Liam smiled, shaking her hand. "Arina. A pleasure." He sat back and sighed. "No, I was not involved however I did try to stop it. Some people were just born fighters I suppose." He looked back down at his hand and shook it a bit before setting it back down. He picked up his cleaning supplies and moved to the next cauldron and began cleaning again, keeping control over the amount of strength he was putting into it. "I have a bit more control over my emotions than to let them explode like that. I've seen it and you can loose yourself in it. I would rather keep my head than simply rush into something like that."

He looked over at her. "I'm assuming you just caught up in it as well? You don't look the type to jump into fight." He said with a small smirk.

Liam looked back down at his hand and smiled. "No thanks. I think I'll be alright. I guess I should have been paying more attention to what I was doing. Serves me right, I suppose. If it affects my ability to write I'll make sure to find you." He said with a small laugh. When she told her tale of how she had ended up down here his brows lowered in concern. "You were hit with a stun spell? I hope you're alright. That sort of magic shouldn't be used lightly." He studied her seriously, making sure she was truley alright. "If you feel faint or anything,say something. I can handle anything but that."