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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE:
THE FOUR SISTERS
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"If all of these Horcruxes are destroyed then Voldemort can be destroyed?"
It was early in the day and a few days since Harry came off his liquid luck. She was called into Dumbledore's office after dinner and when she arrived was not alone. Dumbledore, Sirius, James Harry and Remus were all sitting around the office. Her eyes met Harry's briefly before she sat down and was told about the memory Harry retrieved from Slughorn.
Tom Riddle, former of Voldemort had asked about Slughorn about Horcruxes. Dumbledore had an idea that this was how Voldemort had been alive and the memory confirmed it. Slughorn, as she suspected was no longer under suspicion. That's where the Horcruxes played into the scenario, a dark object that a persons immortal soul was stored into.
Dumbledore nods. "Yes, I think so. Without his Horcruxes, Voldemort will be a mortal man with a maimed and diminished soul. Never forget, though, that while his soul may be damaged beyond repair, his brain and his magical powers remain intact. It will take uncommon skill and power to kill a wizard like Voldemort even without his Horcruxes."
"So he's been hiding fragments of his soul into magical items to stay alive?" James breathed, shaking his head. He looked closed to tears. "That's how he's still alive after all this time."
"But I haven't got uncommon skill and power." Harry says referring to Dumbledore's previous comment.
"Yes, you have," Dumbledore told him firmly. "You have a power that Voldemort has never had. You can—"
"I know, I can love! Big deal!" Harry cut him off impatiently, and after a moment (incredibly sarcastically) he added, "At the moment, I'm starting to think that's a bad thing."
His words hung low in the air and naturally all the people in the room sent her the smallest of glances. Harry didn't mean anything by it, and meant it in a humourless way.
The two of them were friends, again. Like how they'd been back in first year. There wasn't any awkwardness between them thankfully and no of their friends noticed the empty feeling the two of them acquired, or the lack of smiling from the green eyed boy. Harry was respectful of what she wanted.
"Yes, Harry, you can love," Dumbledore agrees silently, who looked as though he knew perfectly well what Harry had just refrained from saying. "Which, given everything that has happened to you, is a great and remarkable thing. You are still too young to understand how unusual you are, Harry."
"So, when the prophecy says that I'll have 'power the Dark Lord knows not,' it just means—love?"
"Yes just love," Dumbledore mentioned. "But Harry, never forget that what the prophecy says is only significant because Voldemort made it so. I told you this at the end of last year. Voldemort singled you out as the person who would be most dangerous to him and in doing so, he made you the person who would be most dangerous to him!"
Harry shook his head. "But it comes to the same—"
"No, it doesn't!" Dumbledore interrupted, sounding impatient now. Pointing at Harry, he said, "You are setting too much store by the prophecy!"
"But, but you said the prophecy means—"
"If Voldemort had never heard of the prophecy, would it have been fulfilled? Would it have meant anything? Of course not! Do you think every prophecy in the Hall of Prophecy has been fulfilled?"
"But," said Harry, bewildered, "but last year, you said one of us would have to kill the other—"
Dumbledore was keen in trying to explain it to him. "Harry, only because Voldemort made a grave error, and acted on Professor Trelawney's words! If Voldemort had never murdered your father, would he have imparted in you a furious desire for revenge?"
"Well I'm alive now so. . ." James added in light tone from across the room.
"Nonetheless, if so? Of course not! If he had not forced your mother to die for you, would he have given you a magical protection he could not penetrate? Of course not, Harry! Don't you see? Voldemort himself created his worst enemy, just as tyrants everywhere do. Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress? All of them realize that, one day, amongst their many victims, there is sure to be one who rises against them and strikes back! Voldemort is no different! Always he was on the lookout for the one who would challenge him."
For a split second, just a second Aurora had noticed how his eyes went to hers.
"He heard the prophecy and he leapt into action, with the result that he not only handpicked the man most likely to finish him, he handed him uniquely deadly weapons!"
Dumbledore's words didn't affect Harry's keen mind, full of questions about it all. She couldn't blame him. "But—"
"It is essential that you understand this!" Dumbledore told them, standing up and striding about the room, his glittering robes swooshing in his wake. She never seen him so agitated. "By attempting to kill you, Voldemort himself singled out the remarkable person who sits here in front of me, and gave him the tools for the job! It is Voldemort's fault that you were able to see into his thoughts, his ambitions, that you even understand the snakelike language in which he gives orders."
She listened to Dumbledore's words carefully, and calculated them.
"Yet, Harry, despite your privileged insight into Voldemort's world, you have never been seduced by the Dark Arts, never, even for a second, shown the slightest desire to become one of Voldemort's followers!"
"Of course I haven't!" Harry argued right away. "He killed my mum and dad! He tried to kill my friends and personally sent a death eater to kill Aurora!"
"You are protected, in short, by your ability to love!" Dumbledore told him slowly. "The only protection that can possibly work against the lure of power like Voldemort's! In spite of all the temptation you have endured, all the suffering, you remain pure of heart, just as pure as you were at the age of eleven, when you stared into a mirror that reflected your heart's desire and it showed you only the way to thwart Lord Voldemort, and not immortality or riches. Harry, have you any idea how few wizards could have seen what you saw in that mirror? Voldemort should have known then what he was dealing with, but he did not."
What Dumbledore said caused her to only look at Harry with empathy. It had been true, he hadn't changed from when she met with at age eleven. He'd always been the most purest, less likely person to turn to turn to the dark side that she known.
"But he knows it now. You have flitted into Lord Voldemort's mind without damage to yourself, but he cannot possess you without enduring mortal agony, as he discovered in the Ministry. I do not think he understands why, Harry, but then, he was in such a hurry to mutilate his own soul, he never paused to understand the incomparable power of a soul that is untarnished and whole."
"But, sir," Harry trailed, making valiant efforts not to sound argumentative, "it all comes to the same thing, doesn't it? I've got to try and kill him, or—"
"Got to?" Dumbledore interrupted. "Of course you've got to! But not because of the prophecy! Because you, yourself, will never rest until you've tried! We both know it! Imagine, please, just for a moment, that you had never heard that prophecy! How would you feel about Voldemort now? Think!"
Harry thought about it for a moment. He thought of his mother, his father who sat across the room, and Sirius who was almost killed. He thought of Cedric Diggory. He thought of all the terrible deeds he knew Lord Voldemort had done. A flame seemed to leap inside his chest, searing his throat.
He thought of the time when he saw Aurora bleeding out on the floor at the Ministry, a moment that replayed in his head often. He remembered Remus holding a hand to her neck trying to stop the blood. He remembered that playing a part in her death.
"I'd want him finished," Harry spoke up quietly. "And I'd want to do it."
Aurora instantly found herself feeling uncomfortable with the mere idea. She knew Harry had never been the one to shy away from a fight and she had long prepared herself for knowing there would be one, but still.
"Of course you would!" Dumbledore finishes. "You see, the prophecy does not mean you have to do anything! But the prophecy caused Lord Voldemort to free to turn your back on the prophecy! But Voldemort continues to set store by the prophecy. He will continue to hunt you which makes it certain, really, that—"
"That one of us is going to end up killing the other," Harry finalised.
"Yes."
The words hung in the air and she seen the looks on his two godfathers and fathers faces. They all looked as though they were to get sick any minute. She couldn't imagine what James felt right now knowing his son was going up against the most powerful wizard of all time.
"Not to make everything about myself," Aurora spoke up and the room turned to her. "But why exactly am I here? I doubt it's for moral support as Hermione and Ron aren't here."
Dumbledore walked over towards her and the expression he held told her all she needed to know. Fantastic, she was about to be asked to do something. "You know Voldemort fears you?"
"So I've been told."
"You know you could easily be the one to kill him."
"As expected." What was the point of this?
"However until you control your magic, who knows what you can do? Maybe you can't kill Voldemort right now, maybe you can. No one knows the length your magic goes to. Nobody knows what you're capable of or where your magic stops. I do know however where your magic binds in with Horcruxes."
Aurora noticed how Sirius shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"It was believed that Herpo the Foul created the first Horcrux. However, after some extensive research I don't believe that to be true. I have reason to believe that the first Horcrux, the mere idea of horcruxes was created by one of your kind."
"Research?" She asked, brows raising. From her knowledge, there was nothing left of her family's legacy. The way he said 'kind' also made her feel as though she was some sort of animal.
Dumbledore eyes lingered between her and Harry. "Yes, I have many reason to believe the power that lingers in you connects you to Horcruxes. I believe you might be one of the few people who can destroy them."
Her face lifted, a mixture of both confusion and surprise at his words. Her eyes immediately went to Harry who had been giving her a look like he knew. He must have found out days ago. She knew just by his expression he hadn't wanted her to do it. But how, she asked herself, how was she to destroy a Horcrux?
Sirius was quiet, as was the other two. It was as if they weren't remotely surprised by this.
"How am I to do it?"
Dumbledore did not answer her, instead extended his hand to the items on the table. Presumably gesturing for her to find her own way with it. She rose from her spot and walked over towards the items on the desk, wrapped in silk so they weren't spreading to anything. Harry was standing by them, eyes flickering to meet hers when she stood beside him.
"Careful," Sirius says when she leaned forward and unwrapped the silk. Her hand lingered over it. "Be careful."
She barely acknowledged his words, and instead looked towards the items she unraveled. She looked at Tom Riddles diary in particular and found herself thinking back to that time.
Oddly enough, it was a much simpler time.
Second year Aurora stood warily behind Lockhart with her wand extended. They stood in the girls bathroom by the Chamber of secrets, or what they had believed it to be. Ron and Harry stood by the entrance, both peering down into behind the sink.
She stepped forward to examine it herself, and looked down. She saw nothing but darkness. She shivered. She'd never been the best with heights, especially once's that led down.
"I'm going down there." Harry told them bravely.
"Me too," Ron replied almost immediately. Considering it was his sister who was presumably down there, he should go, she thought.
"Well, you hardly seem to need me," Lockhart told the three of them, with a shadow of his old smile. "I'll just —"
He put his hand on the door knob, but Aurora had moved out of her spot and kept her wand risen. Lockhart stepped back warily.
"You can go first." Ron snarled, before gesturing back to Aurora. "She might look innocent but I think she'll murder you if you annoy her enough."
"It's true," Aurora says gently, wand moving lightly.
"Boys," he said turning back to them, his voice feeble. "Boys, what good will it do?"
Harry leaned forward and jabbed him in the back with his wand. Lockhart slid his legs into the pipe before completely disappearing into the darkness. Aurora walked over and looked down at the darkness. Ron did the same and shivered. Harry leaned over.
"I don't like the dark." she murmured, "Nothing good ever comes of going down into a dark room." She thought back down to the basement.
Ron leaned forward and slid down the pipe without a fear in the world. However, something told her he was scared but his care for his sister clouded his fear. It was a nice thing, she thought, she couldn't see herself caring for someone that much. Except Luke perhaps.
Harry noticed her hesitance. "You don't have to go. You can stay and make sure no one notices."
"Hardly. Don't want to miss the fun." She muttered, putting her hand on the pipe. "For some reason, I find myself in constant danger because of you."
"That's not my fault!"
"Everything's your fault," She told him with a grin. "Mr Boy Who Lives has to try and kill everyone around him."
Harry rolled his eyes and followed her down. It was like rushing down an endless, slimy, dark slide. He could see more pipes branching off in all directions, but none as large as theirs, which twisted and turned, sloping steeply downward, and he knew that he was falling deeper below the school than even the dungeons.
"Stop calling me that." Harry told her. "It's a stupid nickname-"
Aurora shot him a look. "Don't tell me what to do and I'll call you whatever I find suitable, thanks."
Ron let out a snicker from below them but he hit the floor as did she and Harry.
She quickly pulled herself away from her thoughts,
and looked at the next Horcrux, which was a ring.
Harry leaned forward and touched the ring, which spiralled around on the desk.
She'd often noticed, more recently than ever, that he'd crack his neck to the side as if trying to release tension. It was still and tense and out of not where he'd do it. She'd also come to realise it happened the most when he was in the presence of Voldemort or thinning of him. He did it there, for a moment and his eyes closed shut for a fraction of a second.
She started to narrow her eyes. What did he do that? What was the connection between him and Voldemort? The behaviour, the thoughts, everything. What was it?
"So......what an I suppose do?" She asked awkwardly.
Dumbledore stared at her, with the same disappointment look everyone gave her when they seen just how horrible she was with her magic.
"You knew what to do at the Ministry when Voldemort imparted himself to Harry. Perhaps, allow your instincts to take over?"
Awkwardly, she nodded and cleared her throat. She looked down at the ring, and hovered her hands over it. She thought back to all the times out in the Woods she had been practising spells from the Grimoire. She was getting better, slowly but surely.
She focused on destroying the small ring in front of her. She closed her eyes.
She pursed her lips when she realised nothing had happened and everyone was staring at her. She composted herself and tried again.
"It's not working. I'm sorry."
"You're not going to get it immediately." Harry says moving around so that he was standing beside her. His words still made no difference, she was useless. "It'll take time. You don't have anyone else to show you this, it's not going to happen overnight."
"He's right." Remus said after a couple of moments. "Don't let yourself be down over it."
At the sound of his voice, she was reminded about what happened during Christmas. The way he had believed it to be no big deal that he never came and looked for her when she was a child. That he didn't care about her enough too. Yet, here he sat trying to pretend he did indeed care for her. It was an act, a show of some sort; and it made her angry.
She looked back at the ring on the table, and extended her hand. Before she had even a chance to think or process her thoughts, it had exploded. A thousand pieces of floating ash melted formed from the ring and fell down. Everyone quickly rose from their seats.
Both Harry and Dumbledore stepped back quickly. She dropped her hand to her side.
"At least now we know exactly who we need to destroy those Horcruxes." James stated bluntly, no sign of fear in his voice. He smiles, "Well done, Aurora."
"That was...something." Harry mumbled, looking at the dissolved ring.
"When the time comes from Harry to find the Horcruxes, you will be the most capable person there is. Voldemort can make as many Horcruxes as he likes, however there is only one of you Miss Black." Dumbledore sounded distracted. "And whilst there is, I find it unlikely that this war will end in a casualty."
Sirius was biting his tongue until the last part, "You expect too much, she's a child." They all turned to look at him. "She's just a child. Not some powerful Aleksander who is going to be able to stop an entire war, she's a kid. How do you think it's going to make her feel knowing how much faith you have in her? You can't place that sort of pressure on her when she has little to none of a concept of her magic!"
She crossed her arms. "I'm not a child."
"Sirius," Remus says slowly, "You know as well as we all do that as long as she's alive and breathing, she's never just going to be a child. She might not have an idea of her magic but you know that when she does—"
"Right, and when the battle does come do you plan on throwing her to Voldemort and testing to see if her powers work then?" Sirius retaliated, shaking his head angrily. "We don't know how her powers work! Who knows what this could all be doing to her?"
This hung low in the room. James had been frowning, his mind on Magnolia.
"Of course she's not going to be the one to face Voldemort," Harry interjected. "I didn't even want her to be apart of this! I didn't want to put another person in danger."
"Until she can understand her powers and use them, I don't think it's a smart idea for her to be destroying Horcruxes and playing the saviour!" Sirius pressed to Dumbledore.
"That could take years." Aurora grew slightly frustrated with all the talking of what she could do with her own magic. "I'll have to search around for more about my magic, and try and find anything that was left about them. Majority of them were wiped out from existence so that's going to be hard!"
Sirius shakes his head. "It doesn't change the fact that it's dangerous. It's too risky-"
"Dad, life is dangerous!"
"That doesn't mean your life has to be dangerous." Remus says.
"I'm not weak!" Aurora shouted, coming between them and causing their eyes to go towards her. She was about to make a comment about how she had her magic under control but the bookshelf to their left almost came toppling down. She quickly was able to stop it with her hand. "I'm not some sort of child who needs sheltering. I know there's going to be a war if I can help Harry then I'm doing so."
"Aurora-"
"No one is going to tell me what I can and can't do with my magic." She told them and Sirius went to interject but her glare was enough to make them stop, "No one."
The room was as silent as the day when she found out Sirius was her father. Everyone reminder stood upright, all silently arguing with one another through their eyes.
"Professor Dumbledore, how do you know this?" She had to ask.
Dumbledore didn't answer her question at first, he strolled back up to the top of the room, eyes on a Slytherin scarf hanging on his cupboard. When she took a closer look, she saw that it had red, yellow and blue painted across it. Dumbledore turned back to her.
"A very cold winter of New York 1926, Scamander and Aleksander."
She looked at him unfamiliar of the second name Scamander. "Who?"
He frowned sympathetically. "I lack knowledge about your family's history-"
"You know something, Aleksander and Scamander, who were they?"
Dumbledore looked to Sirius for confirmation who nodded instantly. Often at times, Aurora found Sirius to almost seem frightened of her mother's side (which made sense).
However, considering she was the strongest, who else could he have feared? What exactly did he fear?
"Did you know your grandmother had three sisters?" Dumbledore asked. Instantly, her face became full of two emotions at the words. The first was when her grandmother was mentioned and the second at the knowledge there was more of them. "I didn't think so."
"Three sisters? No, my mum always told me she was an only child."
Dumbledore strolled up to the window. "From the bit of knowledge I have upon the history of your family, long before I was even born, specifically during the time of....rule of the Magic world, the Aleksanders would have many children. I believe the highest was eleven. Why? Because they wanted their power. Each Aleksander, as you know had a different unique one power. The more there were, the more power they had against those who tried to lower them."
Her brows furrowed. "So they didn't have children for love but instead for......power?"
"Yes, Miss Black. They were power oriented many of them, not all but many." Dumbledore confirmed. "Back to the Horcruxes, I found this information from Newt Scamander, who was a trusted friend of one of your great aunts."
She nods, "What were their names?"
"The eldest Remila, Elizabeth, Elenor and lastly your grandmother Rotandia." Dumbledore stated slowly.
"What were they like?"
"I didn't know them personally." Dumbledore told her, his voice in truth. However, he must have saw the glimpse of hope in her eyes when he spoke about them, because she wanted to know about more, he spoke again. "During that time, many people were still on the lookout for your family, believing them to still be a threat. There was posters up everywhere and witches and wizards were told to be careful.
Your great-grandparents figured the place they would least be expected was in London, in the centre of the magic, so they moved there."
"That was clever. No one would have expected they'd be living right under their noses." Aurora says quietly.
"Exactly. The eldest Remila took a job working for the Ministry of Magic. She was one of the most trusted associates. She was rather cunning, clever, she suggested the idea of her working there as a rouse to know any new information about those looking for them." Dumbledore told her. "Elenor was much like yourself, quite opinionated and loyal, and I'm sure you know your grandmother well. All of them appeared very alike."
She felt Harry's eyes lift at the mention of her grandmother.
Despite Dumbledore saying he didn't know them well, something told her otherwise.
"You left out one," Aurora told him. "Elizabeth?"
"Elizabeth," Dumbledore says quietly, with a nod. "A kind spirited soul. I do not know the means of how her relationship with Newt came but I do know, he always spoke the highest of her. I never seen two people as devoted to another as them. Elizabeth was the most sane of them—"
There was an instant look of confusion on her face. "Sane? What do you mean by sane?"
Dumbledore seemed to notice his own mistake, because he correct his words. "Had the most control over her magic I should say."
"Ah, right. What happened to them?"
"Unfortunately, they were found and fled again. I believe the only one who survived is your grandmother." what a fucking pity she thought. "I know a lot of Aleksanders weren't the kindest, Miss Black, but I do believe those sisters didn't deserve what happened to them. They paid the debts for their previous' sins."
Aurora frowned. She wasn't oblivious to what her family had done to the Wizarding World. She heard there used to be over two thousand pure-blooded wizards and now there was less than thirty. Anyone, even pure-blooded wizards were tortured if they went against them.
However, even despite the fact they inflicted a lot of pain on the world, she found herself feeling almost disappointment at the fact she never met them. That she would never know of their powers.
"Unfortunately, I do not know any more about your family's history as you do, Aurora. I wish I could stand here and fill your mind with the answers but I lack knowledge about it all. After your family bloodline fell to their feet, all existence of them faded into ashes and were swept away. Believe me, I have been searching since you stepped foot into Hogwarts. I believe there is history on your family, I just don't know the whereabouts."
Aurora nodded. "Right. I should head back to class then, if that's all?"
"It is. We shall speak more Miss Black."
She sent them a quick nod before gathering her bag and leaving the office.
Dumbledore had left out many things about those sisters which he thought the girl didn't need to know: he left out the fact Elizabeth was never meant to leave the house, her parents deemed it as too dangerous and when she did she met Newt Scamander who saw her using her powers. Newt had almost told someone but as his spent hours with her he realised she was no danger. He'd come to realise Elizabeth had the kindest heart he'd ever come to meet.
He didn't tell her off the way Remila had been forced to marry a pure-blooded wizard and gave birth to two kids to uphold the idea of being a commoner. He didn't tell her how Remila had initially disliked her husband but came to love him slowly. Their kids were killed with her at a mere ten years old.
Most of all, he left out that Elenor had the gift of seeing the future. From a young age, Elenor was able to tell what would happen and when. It started off as being moments before it happened to being able to see something weeks ahead.
Elenor had been able to see the deleterious arrival and circumstances of Aurora Black coming to the world, long before her own mother had even been born. Elenor had known, as did they all about Aurora's arrival and how she'd been the most powerful of them all.
The one thing Dumbledore most certainly had not imagined she'd wanted to know was how Elenor tried to murder Rotandia in her sleep after seeing her future. Elenor claimed by the killing of her sister she would be saving many people and stopping many things.
She claimed Rotandia would bring nothing but harm into the world and ultimately Aurora would be born, which was something they'd feared.
This all ultimately led to the deterioration of Elenor who, in short, had lost it. No one would stop her from peering into the mind of her everyone and seeing the future. She claimed the future was as much as gone and that's when she choose to kill everyone in site. She scorched half of England and it's citizens and caused enough chaos.
That's how they ended up being discovered again which ultimately led to all of their deaths.
Dumbledore didn't think the girl needed to know that, but her father did.
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"So, you're family basically made dark objects that killers could be immortal in? Not to mention it's the only thing that's keeping Voldemort alive?"
She went down to the forest alongside Luke for Magical Creatures. He, even more so than her had an odd talent for being able to identify and control the creatures they were discovering every single day. He was so good, most of the class took notes off him.
"In short, yes."
"Merlin, your bloodline is a crazy one."
She stopped walking, and Luke turns back to her. Her expression was hesitant, but she spoke from her heart. "I'm not like them."
"Oh, I know that of course—"
"Not you but everyone else, Dumbledore, Marcos, and everyone who doesn't know who I am, I'm not like them. I know how they were and I know they didn't use their powers for good. Same as my grandmother. I'm not like her. When I found out about my powers, the idea intrigued me but as I'm getting older I'm starting to see how everyone seems to act like.....I'm going to...become different."
"Become different?"
She stared at him. "Fear. I think they look at me in fear. Sometimes they seem to fear me and other times they look at me like I'm a child. Nonetheless, I'm not like the rest of them. When I do control my magic, I want to use it to help. There's so much suffering in the world, and pain, if I'm as powerful as everyone is telling me I am, I want to stop it."
Luke smiles at her gently. He didn't smile to her or at her words, but simply at her and because of how much he'd utterly loved her.
"You really aren't like the rest of your family, Aurora. I know when you control your magic you're going to truly do a lot of good."
Her grey eyes beamed at him. No more words could be exchanged as Hagrid called them down to the forest.
"How is your Dragon getting on by the way?" He asked.
"Aggressive."
Speaking of Hyperion, when she came down to the enlarged tent the dragon was out of its cage. The first of the many that were flying around attached to silver ropes that bind them to their owner. Hyperion was now a lot larger compared to when she first laid eyes on him. He was now bigger than the average adult. His red eyes were still rather small for his body. His scales spread from red into black and his tail was as long as the tent.
"We're letting them out today, are we?" Aurora questioned to Hagrid as she walked over towards Theo, who was struggling to hold the rope.
"Yes yer can bring them outside! Just keep them on the rope. There's a binding spell so they can't break free but hold it anyway!"
Aurora sat down far away from the other with Hyperion who paid her no attention. Since there was less care of magical creatures class this term, he seemed to be angry at the fact she and Theo weren't around as much.
"I'm going to go do the write up," Theo mentioned, "Will you put him back in?"
"Yeah, we'll meet later to finish it?"
"Yeah, the common room is usually empty after dinner, so seven?" He asked and she nods. He gives her a small smile before leaving.
"Hyperion, stop trying to pull the rope, no." She told him as he almost lifted her off her feet and into the air. She struggled to hold the rope and pull him back. He let out a furious screech and yanked her sleeve forward. She fell forward and grunted before rising up again. Thankfully she didn't let go of the rope. "Stop it."
Suddenly Hyperion had shot out a ball of flaming fire at her hand, hot and red and she felt the heat souring through her fingertips. Instantly she let out a scream rising to her feet, and her hand went to her scorch hand expectantly. However, no pain came and when she looked at her hand, it was as plain as it always been.
Hyperion blinked.
"He didn't get me, I'm fine." Aurora shouted to Hagrid, and everyone else. The lie was enough to make them stop staring but it had frightened many of them. She kept her eyes on Hyperion who seemed confused, similar to her.
Luke strolled over, his white dragon sitting on his shoulder. Which she almost did a double take at. One foot covered more than one shoulder. Luke, nonetheless showed no fear. "He burned your hand. I saw. Why isn't there a mark?"
Aurora examined her hand. "I have absolutely no idea. Something to do with my magic I presume."
Hyperion was looking at her still curiously.
Luke told her hand and examined it, his fingertips were gently across her skin as he rubbed it with this thumb. His brows furrowed lightly. "Odd."
"Your dragons seems more calm than this brat." Aurora commented and Hyperion screeched at her.
His dragon was named Archion.
Aurora examined Archion. It was a beautiful site to see. It was completely white, not a single freckle darkness lined its skin, and it's eyes were as blue as the ice on Black Lake during Winter time. They were large but narrowed, opposite of Hyperion.
Both of the dragons flew around one another greeting and Archion seemed to calm Hyperion down.
"Maybe they'll become like us." She told Luke that afternoon as they walked up to the castle.
"They'd be very lucky."
"Indeed they would."
Luke came to an abrupt pause, and pulled her aside so they weren't around the ears of their classmates. "I didn't tell you how proud I am for talking about your grandparents. I know we spoke about it briefly but what you did was incredibly brave, Aurora, braver than what you did to Marcos, braver than anything you'll never do."
For the first time, when she thought of her grandparents she didn't feel the sudden urge of overwhelming fear.
She leaned forward, her hands going around his torso pulling him so close. His hands almost instantly wrapped around her shoulders even more tightly. Her posture melted and she relaxed in his arms. She rested her head on his chest, as he put his chin on her head. She felt as though a thousand emotions were going through her mind but she only felt safe.
"I'm proud of you too, y'know? You've come along way from being the boy who wouldn't acknowledge the fact we were friends to being who you are now." Aurora told him after pulling away, she took his hands. "I really do love you the most Luke."
"And I you."
"To be honest, I don't know what I'd do without you." She told him as they started walking back to the castle. It was the truth, she'd always envisioned her future with him in it. Somewhere, always close. She'd always wanted to live in an apartment with him permanently after Hogwarts.
Luke turned to her, brown hair glistening in the sun with a wide grin. "Without me? You wouldn't survive, Hogwarts would burn to the grounds without me here to keep you grounded."
Aurora smiles at him. She was coming to remind herself just how much she needed him. "You and me are forever."
"We are?"
She didn't have to think. "Yeah, we are."
Aurora went to sleep that night, eyes flickering through her mother's spell book in the hopes of one day being able to control her magic like the Aleksanders before her.
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I hope the story is making sense in terms of her bloodline!!! It's very important for book two and overall in the general story of the book!!! I had the Newt plotline planned from beginning and there will be more of it!
I'm thinking of adding some chapters with Flashbacks, what do you think?
Let me know what you thought if this chapter!!!! It took very long and I'm actually happy with how it came out! I enjoyed writing more of Luke and Aurora in this chapter!