Visionary | h. potter x oc

4.3

Harry had won yet again, placing his final king onto the pile as Aurora stared hopelessly at her half-done game,

"Well this just isn't fair, you actually know how to play." She pouted, looking from her game up to him,

He smiled, "Living in a cupboard gave me plenty of practice."

The tips of her ears turned red as she remembered his years in the muggle world. Just as she opened her mouth Hermione wandered into the living area of the tent with a pile of what looked like magazines in her hands. "Aurora! I have something for you." The Ollivander let out a breath, grateful that her friend interrupted them. "My father was going through our attic and found these–" She handed Aurora one of the magazines. It was bright yellow, two men in capes swinging from wires.

"Batman?"

Hermione nodded eagerly, "They're comics." She could see the confusion on Aurora's face, "Picture books for adults."

Harry's eyes widened, "I used to love reading those!"

Aurora flipped through the pages with a small smile on her face, "Well thank you, but what are these for?"

"Well..." Hermione handed her the rest of the stack, "I felt bad for missing your birthday last year and because we never had time to go back to Hogsmeade before that mess with Lupin and Sirius I wanted to give you something." She quickly became worried that Aurora didn't like the gift, "It's only the first ten issues, but we have tons more at my house. If you don't like those, we have Superman and the Human Torch and..."

"I love it." Aurora cut her off before the brunette started rambling even more.

Mr. Weasley came back into the tent with Ron and the twins close behind. "It's time!" A grin was plastered on his face, "Get ready kids, let's go!"

~oOo~

The stadium was bigger than anyone could've imagined. Seating a hundred thousand wizards, it was hard to believe that it was put together in just under a year. They climbed up countless flights of stairs, watching as other parties of wizards broke off to head towards their own seats on the lower levels.

"Blimey, dad. How far up are we?" Ron said, gripping the railing of the stairs with white knuckles as he looked down for a moment.

An unfamiliar voice responded for Bill, "Put it this way, if it rains you'll be the first to know." Aurora looked over, seeing a smug Draco approach who she guessed was his father. The older Malfoy's eyes locked with hers for a single moment before Harry grabbed her shoulder and started to turn away from them. Before they could walk away he reached out his cane, slamming it down on Harry's other hand, "Enjoy yourself, won't you? While you can." Something evil glimmered in his eyes and Aurora realized where she had seen him before,

"How's Tom doing?" She asked calmly. Lucius' eyes turned cold as his mouth twisted into a frown. Just before either of them had spoken another word, Bill quickly led them towards the stairs to continue their climb.

"You know Mr. Malfoy?" Hermione questioned quietly to not attract Mr. Weasley's attention.

She shook her head, keeping her eyes forward, "Only from a vision. I wasn't even sure it was really him I saw."

Ron followed close behind, "What'd you mean by that?"

"Well, he looked... different. Kind of haggard. When I saw him he looked afraid. It wasn't until I asked him about Tom that I knew for a fact it was him."

Aurora could hear Ron's voice shake slightly, "Tom... as in–?"

"The one you're all thinking about."