Echoes of the Forgotten Woods

Portkey puke stained Ron's robes as they landed in a whispering forest. Luna, at ease, her robes blending with the dappled light. A radiant witch materialized. "Chosen Ones," she said, "to wake the fading magic." Ron scoffed, but Harry felt a forgotten tingle. Days blurred. Luna levitated pebbles, Ron cracked cryptic symbols. Grotesque Ashwinders attacked. Together, they fought, a bond forming. A monstrous Willow threatened. Harry disarmed its tendrils, Ron rallied, Luna's odd pronouncements proved strategic. Light erupted, banishing darkness. "Magic lives within," the witch whispered. Back in Hogwarts grounds, not friends, but protectors, bound by a secret wood.