She, the Muggle witch, the perfect Miss Gryffindor.
He is a pure-blood noble and the proud young master of Slytherin.
The two people who should have disliked each other became deeply bonded because of a war.
White snow, purple leaves stretch, holding up the six-pointed star-shaped lily of the valley.
When dreaming back at midnight, will he and her hold hands and be with each other?