𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝

Dementors In Little Whinging

Rewritten

One would not believe how much a single name is repeated in the Grimmauld house. It was mentioned, it was muttered, it was read in the papers, it was whispered by the adults.

Harry Potter.

As a person who'd travelled quite a lot for her age, Aurora thought that she knew a fair amount about the boy they called Harry Potter, his name and fame were on everyone's lips.

In the three weeks that she'd been staying at Grimmauld place, it turns out her brain had the capacity to learn so much more about the so-called Boy Who Lived.

When she'd accepted to be part of the Order and fight with Wizards, she did not expect it all to be relying on a simple boy. They spoke of him as if he was their only hope, and it frustrated Aurora, because he was just a boy. He didn't have immense powers or hidden knowledge, he was a boy and they were putting him on a pedestal and shoving a sword in his hand.

She never voiced these thoughts, however. Three weeks she'd been staying with the hectic Weasleys, three weeks of loudness and chaos, three weeks of being forced to converse and tolerate other people's presence, three weeks of staying in this blasted house, as much a prisoner as Sirius, and three weeks of no flying.

No. Flying.

You can guess exactly how she'd reacted to that. The docile Aurora she put on for show was gone in a flash, and the Aurora they first encountered in the cave reared its head. Things were broken, furniture was burned, plates were smashed, shouts and curses and threats were hurtled around.

No part of the agreement mentioned any ban on flying. Aurora was livid, and the Harpy blood in her refused to take orders from a Wizard, ultimately she agreed, but the part of her agreeing is hazy since after that she thought it only appropriate to help herself to a generous amount of wine from Dumbledore's collection.

The only other person who shared her sense of imprisonment and helped himself to a glass, was Sirius. It was the strangest thing, Aurora and Sirius came from completely different backgrounds, and yet, there was a sense of comradeship between them. At first, Aurora was distant towards him and everyone else, but Sirius proved to be a stubborn man. He pestered Aurora to no end, forced her into conversations, started silly arguments with her, and convinced her into giving him a knife-throwing lesson.

She'd only been there for three weeks, but almost all of that time was spent with Sirius. It was when he first glanced at her with grey eyes open and knowing that she finally accepted that he wouldn't leave her alone. When the look he gave her said 'we're more alike than you think.'

The kids were also very persistent. Hermione was one Aurora didn't mind speaking to, as she shied away from asking unwanted questions and instead opened conversations about books and travels and what being a Harpy was like. The others, however, simply wanted to know what went on during the meetings. They were outraged when they found out that Aurora was a member, despite how young she was. They questioned her and annoyed her when she came out of the meetings, but they knew she would never utter a word.

There became a designated spot for Aurora in the room she shared with Hermione and Ginny, an armchair by the window surrounded by knickknacks and books that belonged to Aurora, the window ledge being decorated by cigarette butts and ashes. It's where she found herself one afternoon, eyes lazily trained on the people outside as she puffed away at a Lucky Strike. Her probation did not deter her from threatening the other Order members into buying her cigarettes, it was the one compromise she wasn't willing to agree on.