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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*** also this is the longest chapter I've ever written omfg
The next morning, Rory had willed herself to wake up at the crack of dawn. Five A.M never seemed so heartless.
After her best friend put off the much needed conversation again, claiming that Aurora needed her rest, she put up no fight on the matter. She wanted to get back into his good graces.
Since Tom-two had expected her to meet him so early, and Rory was bursting at the seams to talk to diary-Tom, she figured that this was the only way to go. At approximately 5:12, Aurora whispered "Gaunt," the password to her trusted black purse, and carefully opened the indestructible diary. With nervous hands, the girl wrote in what she hoped to be somewhat neat handwriting, Good morning.
It was like she had written to him for the first time all over again.
Her heart sped up when he immediately replied, Good morning, Aurora.
Do you fancy a walk in the forest?
I look forward to it. Call me when you're there.
Aurora nearly squealed in excitement. She merely brushed through her hair, brushed her teeth, and changed clothes before she was out of the door. Since it was the weekend, and students weren't required to wear their school uniform, Aurora was dressed in another one of Frankie's jumpers. It was honey-colored, and reached to her mid-thigh, underneath was a comfortable pair of loose trousers, seeing as she was about to frolic in the woods.
She twirled her pearl ring that Harry had gifted to her nervously for the entire walk. It unfortunately had gotten too small as she grew older, and had to be moved to her ring finger instead of its original home on her pointer. It seemed that not a single soul was awake in the castle, which gave Aurora a sense of calmness. Once she made it outside, the sun had yet to come up and the birds were chirping loudly. Rory carefully maneuvered around Ogg's hut and entered into the dense thickness of trees and roots.
