𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐲 ; Fleur Delacour

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ Term of banishment. ❝

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Sound of a hurricane thunders in Wiltshire, striking resemblance as to when a body collides violently on a crooked wall. Upset and perturbed, Aurora Briar breathlessly and scarcely glances up at her assailant only for it to be her mother. Her own blood, the one person who was suppose to be there for her, not shove her in a wall that will make her beautiful skin bruise.

"An extortion?! Bribery?!" Aspen Briar yells through thickened accent, filled with complete rage and absolute anger whilst looking down at her daughter whose jaw shut tight, unable to speak words to lessen the blows. "In what Salazar's name are you going to do with silly tickets, Aurora?"

Aspen Briar is a beautiful woman approaching her thirty-five age next month, short hair that didn't go past her shoulder. Unlike her daughter, she holds a pretty color of eyes that matches the leaves of a forest but deadly to see in Aurora's perspective. It's what she feared most, for some reason that she cannot understand.

In a few weeks time, it would be the quidditch finals between the Irish and Bulgarians. Aurora had taken it to notice especially two days ago when she was informed by Fred Weasley that he and some of his family would be seeing it in the top box. It was expensive, surely. Money would never be a problem for Aurora but the thing was, seats were taken and she needed to buy it off someone.

It was the Slytherin in her to bribe a fellow who was selling it. Thing was, she almost got scammed when he tried to run with her money. Aurora was seen and wrongfully accused as bribing him of misdemeanour means but in the end, she was always going to be the one who was correct but wronged.

"It's the quidditch world cup, mother." Aurora was used to being beaten down, cursed and used by her family of evil, used their anger and channelled it all onto her as a punching bag. It was way worse when she was a child, no one to protect her but herself. It was better the very first moment she saw her father, claiming to be someone she didn't expect. A good man. "You would not believe me if I say I'm the victim. . ."

"No one would. Especially now that rumor claims you've been dealing with illegality tradings in Knockturn Alley. Of all the places you claim to buy tickets, did you have to choose such a place?" Aurora was confused as to why her mother cares so much of where she goes. Especially shen it was Knockturn Alley, a place where it specialized in selling Dark Arts, Aspen should've been proud especially when it was something she wants for her.

To succumb to the darkness.

"It's my business." Aurora grits through her perfect white teeth, walking past her mother and felt the heavy and burden wait under her cloak. It was her wand, aching to be used to protect herself against her mom. But she refused, not wanting to be someone she is not.

"As long as you live under my house, it's mine as so much as it is yours." A whirl, Aurora was put back in place when her mother grabs her wrist with such force, it made her whimper in pain but eyes held so much resilience that made Aspen recall Sirius Black. "If you as so much distain my decision of you not going to that ridiculous world cup, you go on right ahead and pack your things because you are not stepping a foot inside this house ever again."

There it was again.

A threat that made Aurora double back on her life choices.

When it was first offered to her, to leave and never come back because of her unacceptable choices, she was scared and it backed her into a dark corner of loneliness. It was the first time she felt true fear, especially when her crime was just being friends with Harry Potter in his first year and she was in her third. Thirteen year old Aurora was so confused why her mother was against of her being friends with Harry Potter.

In secret, Aurora never stopped to help Harry whenever he needed it.

Growing faith in her path and chosen loyal friends to comply with, Aurora was confident of her chances of leaving this wrecked house. Today was suppose to be good. Especially when her uncle and aunts aren't in the house and had run an errand to god knows what, Aurora wasn't suppose to get caught abiding in secret affairs just to buy an expensive ticket. Now she did and she wouldn't expect herself to say the next words.

"Fine." Aurora snapped her arm right back to her side, genuinely startling Aspen who looks at her grey eyes. "I wouldn't live here for another fucking second anyways." She turned her heels around and walked away, faster than what she anticipated and quicker than how she can think.

Distant yelling of her mother echoed behind, following her with thready steps and kept telling Aurora how she is a disgrace and a blood traitor to this family. It didn't bother Aurora who grabbed her spelled bag, grabbing every clothes she could as quick as she can and the space her bag held did not matter as it was spelled. Underneath her bed, she took her firebolt broomstick, a specific port of transport she hasn't used around her house because she was forbidden to fly according to her uncle.

Hurrying, Aurora pulled her drawer to open and grabbed her accessories, no matter if they were tangled viciously by how she threw it in her bag.

"Aurora Briar, you get the hell out of this room and house before I have to throw you out! You are a disgrace, a shameful daughter and don't you ever show up here ever again!"