❝ 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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Approaching late january, news of ten Death eaters including dangerous mass murderer and loyal follower of Lord Voldemort — Bellatrix Lestrange — had spread like wildfire in the papers. Azkaban was exploded like it was nothing, letting specific Death eaters escape and the Ministry still chose to keep their blind eyes to use. Absolutely useless.
But it was the fact that Cornelius Fudge directed the cause to none other than Sirius Black, claiming that the notorious follower of Lord Voldemort had done it again by unleashing various more for their unusual uprising. Aurora and Harry were mad, wanted justice on Sirius's name but could not do a thing to do so.
Because of a distant relative escaping, Aurora stayed on guard. Especially seeing as Bellatrix Lestrange was the one who tortured poor Neville's parents to the brink of insanity. Aurora wondered how Neville managed through the day without the care of Frank and Alice Longbottom. He's a resilient young man yet she finds multiple people bullying him when she was still in Hogwarts.
In some dark and twisted way, Aurora is actually related to that woman. Because of this fact, it made her skin crawl.
"Hey." Daphne greets, knocking on wide opened door and peeking inside to see Fleur baking pastries in the kitchen. It's been two weeks since Daphne inherited the apartment after Fleur and Aurora officially moved into their new home in the Northern part of England.
"Oh — Come in, come in. I wasn't expecting you today." Fleur brushes her hands to a clap, letting flour dust in the air messily like fog creeping in the cottage home.
"Um, yeah, I told Aurora through a patronus." Daphne informs and looks around, "Where is she?"
Fleur simply smiles. "With her father. I was about to head there after I bake the first section of patries. Care to help?"
In the Twelve Grimmaulds place, Aurora was sleeping with a Green blanket covered her rigid body on the uncomfortable couch. Still, Remus didn't move even as his goddaughter is sleeping soundly on his shoulder. Like a statue, he remained frozen and did not want to be the one responsible of waking Aurora up from a restless dream.
"Incredible, isn't she?" Sirius sighs, his fatherly affection radiating onto Remus as well. They both held the same love for Aurora, cares for her deeply that they were willing to fight for her. "She sounds so much like Aspen that it's terrifying." He whispers sullenly.
Sirius couldn't admit it out loud once Aurora was awake. How could he? He was comparing her to someone she resented her whole life. As much as everyone didn't say it, deep down, Aurora feared she's like Aspen Briar. Between her witty remarks and purified rage when annoyed, Aurora acted so much like her mother. It was probably why she didn't want to reflect on anger and been understanding to situations her whole life.
