YOU MAKE MY HEART SHAKE, BEND, AND BREAK BUT I CAN'T TURN AWAY!
aurora "rory" archer was a powerhouse. well, sort of. she was a fierce friend with a heart of gold and a love of music. she was also awkward, bad at potions, and... fatherless. her frie...
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RORY SAT IN HER FATHER'S living room, pacing feverously. Andrew was standing by the door, his wand out, checking his watch every few minutes. Seconds, actually. Remus and George were due to arrive to catch their portkey soon, but each moment that passed caused Rory to worry more about them. It was awful not knowing. Not knowing where or how Fred was, just hoping he was alright and had made it to the Burrow safely. It was the waiting that was killing her the most. The silence in the room, the creak of the floor, the whistle of the summer wind, the tick of the clock... agony.
"Rory, get your wand ready, I think that's them..." said Andrew, calmly.
Rory gripped her wand and stopped pacing, she crept closer to Andrew as he began slowly exiting the house. Her breathing stopped as she heard them fly in and the screen door behind the front door shut. The girl felt a gust of bravery overtake her and she followed Andrew outside, looking through a screen door was not good enough for her.
"Oh my goodness, Rory. Stay here, I've got to..." Andrew began running down the front lawn as the figures of Remus and George (who's Polyjuice Potion was wearing off given his hair was bright red and his figure was taller). However, the bright red was not all due to his ginger locks, but blood. Nausea filled her gut at the sight, but she had to stay calm.
Andrew pointed his wand at Remus, who was now holding George up, trudging across the lawn. She cut her gaze downward as to not keep seeing the sight of his limp, bloody body.
"What drink did I offer you in the Gryffindor common room when we won the house cup your fifth year?" Andrew asked harshly.
"Daisyroot draught," Remus answered. "It's his ear... Snape... hit him with a curse. No time for details, we can't miss the Portkey."
Andrew lowered his wand and began helping him carry George towards the portkey which was sitting on the front porch.
"I've got to go to the Burrow with you, to help George. Rory, you better come too. It isn't safe here alone. C'mon, before we miss it," Andrew said quickly.
The whole thing had happened so fast. She wasn't sure she processed it until she grabbed the Portkey and landed outside the Burrow in a haze. She heard Ginny's voice cry out first as they hit the ground with a soft thud, holding on to an old... science textbook Andrew probably hadn't touched since primary school.
Harry, who was safe and alive, ran up to help bring George inside the house. Rory followed them in, immediately running towards Ginny for comfort.
She tightly hugged the girl who was looking at her brother with worry.
"Cory and Aaron? Where are they?" Rory asked Ginny softly.
"Upstairs," Ginny answered, "Cory started to get sick, probably from the stress or something. She's alright. But we figured Aaron should try and keep her away from the commotion."
