❝ 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠. ❝
- 𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫-𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤
━━━━━ Sorted in the cunning house of Hogwarts, it's been difficult to keep up with...
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Being summoned to the headmaster's office was rare. Due to latest event, Aurora could not decline especially by how exhausted she is. Surrounded by her friends and Fleur was overwhelming, especially when some were fake crying, it made her blood boil and almost hexed a lot but would rather not in front of mourning parents like Mr. and Mrs. Diggory was.
Engulfed in Daphne's jacket, Aurora fixes her posture before entering the office and getting a grip of herself before she seems like an utter fool to the headmaster. "Professor. . ." Words died down on her tongue when she looks up, not only seeing professor Dumbledore but Sirius Black as well. Her father. "Dad." All it took and broke suddenly.
"Oh, Rory." Sirius had once held an angered expression, discussing with professor Dumbledore and Harry who was right there but that was before he's seen Aurora with such timid posture and expression. The convicted man runs down the steps and engulfed her daughter into a hug, letting her slowly falter into a crying state. "Thank Godric you're okay. You're okay." He whispers like talking to a newborn child weeping.
It made Harry slighly envious because he could never have that. A father to hug him when he's at his low. But he's grateful for Sirius as a godfather and Aurora as a cousin. But sometimes, Harry's yearn for a loving parents is always stronger than what he has now. Everyone else has them, it's unfair that he does not.
"I missed you." Aurora gapes out after Sirius tooks in to look at her face much clearly. Then he wipes it all away with his thumb.
"Me too, Aurora." Sirius hugs her again, could tell that latest events did a number on her like it did Harry. But Aurora was friends with the boy who died. She knows him and he knew her. Now he's gone and she's still here.
"Sirius, Aurora." Dumbledore calls after rounding the table, standing near Harry who was a step away from the stairs of the main office floor. Wiping her tears away, Aurora faces her professor and then to Harry. She gives him a warm smile, forced and Harry himself knows it. "Harry, would you like to tell Aurora what you've told us?"
"What — All of it?"
"Not all at the moment. Just. . ." Sirius interrupts, having a hand on Aurora's shoulder to let her somehow know that he is still here. "Of who you saw in the cemetery just after you know what." He says softly.
"Why? What's it got to do with me?" She asks, afraid of what she might hear the next. Harry opens his mouth, hesitant to say this aloud again. Seeing his cousin fold her arms in front of her chest to warm herself was already difficult to see. "Harry, what is it?" Aurora questions softly, almost too gentle as if she hadn't been crying or tired.
