Aurora Emrys' life changed when she was only a year old - her fate decided before she could even utter her first word. No one knew the great power hiding inside the youngest Emrys but they would all soon find out and Aurora's destiny was beginning t...
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PROLOGUE
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July 8th, 1981
The Emrys should've known this day would come. After all, they were in the midst of a nasty war and Oliver and Viola Emrys had managed to anger the very wizard who had started it all.
Oliver and Viola had been in the kitchen at the time, Viola humming softly as she rocked their youngest daughter Aurora in her arms and stirred the pot of noodles upon the stove. Oliver was at the kitchen table, a smile upon his face as he watched his eldest daughter Cordelia talk so vividly about her first year at Hogwarts. In his lap was their three year old son Julian who was busy staring at his sister with eyes full of wonder. The door behind them was open, the evening breeze gently blowing inside and swirling around them while their eldest son Caspian hung by his legs from the tree branch of the great old oak tree in their backyard, his nose shoved into a new book Oliver had brought home for him earlier that week.
"I wanna be a huffiepuffie," Julian announced, his blonde locks falling into his grey eyes as he grinned up at his father. The man let out a chuckle and raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Is that so?" Oliver questioned. "Just like your big sister, huh?" Julian nodded his head eagerly while Cordelia smiled and reached to pick up her yellow and black scarf that had been lying on the table.
She leaned forward and brushed a strand of her dark hair from her face before wrapping the scarf around her brother's neck, a loving smile being thrown the boy's direction and her gray eyes scanning his face as she whispered, "You'll be the best Hufflepuff anyone's ever seen." Julian's grin widened at that and he held his arms out to Cordelia who giggled and quickly reached out to pull her brother into her lap. The twelve year old hugged her brother tight before continuing to ramble on about magic and the friends she had already made.
Cordelia was talking to Julian more than her father at this point, so Oliver allowed his eyes to flicker over to his wife who, upon feeling his gaze, glanced his direction. The two had barely started to exchange smiles of content when a gust of wind rushed through the door causing the two adults to freeze.
Oliver was on his feet in no time, peeking his head out the door and noticing the way the sky had begun to turn an ugly mixture of green and black. The air seemed to have grown colder, as if the very life of the world had been sucked from it. Crows cawed in the distance and it was when he heard the first scream from down the street that Oliver turned to look at his wife. Viola was looking at him with tears in her eyes, a hand over her mouth as she held her one year old daughter closer to her chest.
