A chaotic tale of a young girl surrounded by orphans, dark wizards, and irresponsibility!
A thrilling AU in which Tom Riddle simply cannot get rid of the pestering presence that is Aurora whatever-her-last-name-is.
In which Aurora makes it her life...
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Mornings at Malfoy Manor were similar to any other time of the day at the Pureblood household: quiet, and lonely. However, it seemed to be a September 1st miracle that morning— it was as if the Malfoys had entered an alternate universe. It was absolutely beautifully chaotic. Aurora reminded herself to write a sonnet about it in the future, as her entire family apparently thought that today was Opposite Day.
It was wonderful.
First, she was gently woken up by none other than Hogwarts' most insufferable prefect: Toot Raddle. And by gently awoken, Aurora really meant that Riddle shoved her off of her delightfully warm bed, before mustering his most monotonous tone of voice, stating, "Get up."
Not bothering to move off the floor, Aurora had merely mumbled out a barely intelligible reply. "I will suck out the souls of your entire bloodline for this, Tomothy."
The dark chuckle she received in response inclined Rory to believe that Tom respectfully did not care.
After Rory dressed herself in the lilac robes her mum picked out, she ventured downstairs for breakfast— only to see her father sitting at the table alone.
"Nope," she'd sang abruptly, immediately switching course toward her mother's bedchambers. "No time for morning chats with Lucifer, no no, thanks though," Aurora continued singing without care to the disturbed portraits lining the hallway to the Master chamber.
One portrait in particular glared at her with so much excessive hatred that Rory just had to stop to squint at him. He was bloody ancient. His greasy platinum hair was practically a tuft of cotton, as he was nearly bald. What really made him interesting, however, was the eye patch he sported, along with a rather noticeable scar slashed across his face.
The portrait-man's lip snarled the closer that Rory approached him, so she looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Tell me, Mister Malfoy, sir," she'd said sweetly, "how cool were the dinosaurs..?"
"Why, you insolent little Malfoy brats, thinking you can say what ever you please, I tell thee, tolerance shall be given no longer!" The man's face was twisted in fury, but it was the tiny illustrated spit flying out of his mouth that made the girl burst out laughing.
She heard door close, as well as nearing footsteps. Unfortunately this forced her to regain control of herself, a difficult feat.
"Scurvy," she'd commented back extremely slowly, giving the portrait a thumbs up, paired with a warm smile.
"Aurora, Mum's looking for you— kindly stop talking to yourself. Again, it's getting out of hand-"
