The Angel of Small Heath

1917

A/n

Writing about WW1 is made up to suit my timeline. 

Mature Content up ahead...

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The war didn't end at Christmas like they were told it would, nor did it end by 1915 or 1916.

Now in the Winter of 1917, Aurora was living a nightmare. At eighteen years old Aurora was in her first year outside of school, she had completed her final year earning high distinctions in every subject.

 In her last year of school to take her mind off of her worries, Aurora designed and sketched outfits till she had books full of ideas. Then it was time to start creating them. Straight out of school, she opened up a small boutique in Paris, tailored for the rich and powerful as they seemed to be the only people unaffected by the war.

As months passed by, her popularity grew and people traveled far and wide to shop there. She was the start of new trends across Paris amongst the wealthy, earning her enough money to buy another shop this time located in London.

Traveling through the floo network, Aurora was able to keep track between shops, hiring ladies with great talent. Aurora's dreams were coming through, but she felt empty inside without Tommy by her side.

Their letters never stopped, Aurora filled him on every step of her life. Every letter brought a smile to his face, he loved how she included every little detail. It made him feel like he was there with her, instead of stuck in the trenches fighting for his life every second of the day.

He touched his amulet feeling it warm beneath his fingers, the charms pumping through it had saved his life on more than one occasion. He had never felt so grateful for his little angel.

*

Aurora squirmed in discomfort, she had been feeling a sense of unease for days. Her mind refused to sleep, causing Aurora to stay awake reading up on medical potions and remedies she could improve on.

Taking after her father, Aurora was an incredible potioneer. Already she had created a new groundbreaking dreamless draught, it had been a hit in her father's shops and hospitals around the country. Many witches and wizards tried to recreate her potion, all failing to find the correct ingredients. It was one of her greatest accomplishments. 

Pressing her necklace she waited for it to heat up, feeling nothing but coldness on her bare chest. She sat up straight to attention, frantically pressing on it again as she waited for Tommy to respond. Feeling nothing, fear settled into her heart. It was the first time in three years he didn't respond.

"Come on Tommy!" she begged, pressing her necklace again.

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"Unit 179th, move out!" the squadron commander called out.

 Tommy heaved out a deep breath, crouching down they shuffled quietly listening for any signs of the enemy. The night sky cast a gloomy atmosphere on the forest as the squad moved out, they were trying to get to the German's base. 

Holding his hand up the commander stalled the group, the snapping of a twig had gained his attention, and he quickly gestured them to drop low.  Laying down they tried to steady their breathing.