Hello and welcome to "Shooting Star" a Harry Potter AU OC-centered story. I had started this story on Tumblr, and I highly encourage everyone to check out the blog! A lot of information about this story and its universe will be in that, along with in-character interactions like asks and comments!
Shooting Star
Chapter 1
If there was one thing Aster hated, it was waiting. At the age of ten, the girl was sitting in some office, wearing what was a cute light pink dress and the type of shoes that were black and shiny and made clicking noises with each step. Though she would have loved to show off her dancing talents to the other people waiting in the lobby, she had been told to stay quiet and stay in her seat. So instead of dancing, Aster was tapping her nails along to the music that she had memorized in her head for years, a song she regularly danced to during practice.
"Aster," the girl looked up, her tapping stopping. The woman before was pale with bags under her eyes and without her usual makeup. She had what looked like slips of paper in her hand, her bag that was poorly sewed up patches of fabric tearing at the ends looking raggy. "Aster, come on now, our plane is boarding now," she said. Aster stood up and turned to grab her bunny and bookbag. Before she could even get the back on fully, the woman grabbed her by the hand and began pulling her along. Aster turned back for a moment, seeing if she forgot anything, and looked up to her mommy, "are we on vacation Mommy?"
"You can say that." The woman's caramel locks looked flat and greasy, making it look darker than normal. Aster had noticed the strange behavior of her mother lately, especially since the "ice rink" incident. This sudden trip was jarring, especially since the girl was forced awake by her mom and carried with just two bags of things. Aster could swear that they just suddenly appeared at the airport, but that was just because she was so tired. By the time they were boarding passengers, Aster had woken up fully.
"We're going to New York," she said to be optimistic. Aster's eyes flew open. "Really?! The for-real New York?! I wanna see the Statue of Liberty," Aster began jumping in excited me. The woman stopped and knelt, "Aster Brooke, what have I told you about your immature behavior?" She was firm and frustrated, and that was enough to make Aster deflated in excitement. "I'm ten years old now, I should know better," Aster repeated.
Lavender sighed, "you're almost eleven years old now," she said, looking at her daughter and cupping her cheek and smiled, "that's a special birthday."
"Why?" Aster asked, tilting her head and raised an eyebrow. Lavender smiled, laughing a bit, "you'll know soon enough," she said and got up, and retook Aster's hand and they soon boarded the plane.
From the Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport to the John F. Kennedy International airport, Aster deported with her mother. What would have been an ordinarily exciting moment turned sour when they met with some men in suits. The way they directly approach the two made Aster realized that there was no vacation.
"Lavender Campbell, we've been expecting you," one of the men said. Aster looked at her mom fearfully. Lavender only held a grim expression on her face but was soon taken away. One of the men came around and handcuffed her, pushing her forward. The other man looked down at the child, "don't worry, you'll see your mom soon, but you need to come with me," he said.
Aster quickly looked over at her mom, who only smiled, "it'll be okay Sissy, just do what they say, and they'll treat you good," she said as she was being taken away. The man grabbed the bags Lavender had left and soon took Aster's hand, pulling her in the opposite direction and exiting out of the airport.
A month, it had been a month since she had seen her mom and was in some fenced-in area with some other kids. The adults said to treat it like summer camp and to try to enjoy ourselves, but being away from our parents was not fun. Being in this situation was not fun at all. Some kids get filtered through the system, escorted by other adults, and some parents even came and picked their child up, but this was not camp. The older kids were mean, the young kids cried, and the ones in-between were doing both, but all of them were collectively scared.
It was May now, 2018, and more kids were placed in this room. They tried to keep the boys and girls separated, but that wasn't an option anymore. Aster was sitting on her cot when she looked over at the locked door. She wanted that door to be unlocked desperately. She wanted her mommy. Aster didn't know how long she had been staring at the door cage, but when it suddenly clicked on it's on, Aster blinked and got up, approaching it and the door soon pushed itself open. The guards at the gate looked in. "Who unlocked this door?" The guard stepped in. All of the kids seemed confused, and Aster looked scared. Aster would remember the darkness of the man's eyes, and the gun he held by his side along with the light brown camo pattern he wore, as though he was ready for battle.
Aster looked over and saw a group of other adults rounding the corners, but the woman who with them made her scream in sheer joy, "MOMMY!" Aster didn't think, she just began running, slipping by the guard and with open arms, Lavender held her child close to her. "Aster! My baby! Are you okay?!" The two women held each other in a tight hug. The guard looked flabbergasted, and as he stepped forward, another man blocked them, "Aster Brooke Campbell's release orders. She and her mother are going to England," the man said. Aster didn't care, as long as she was with her mother, she didn't care where she was going.
Within a day, she was on an airplane to the United Kingdom in Europe.
At Hogwarts, a quill began to float in the air, levitating to The Book of Admittance and started writing down the name Aster Brooke Campbell.
With that, a letter was soon written as well and sent out to the quiet countryside of Charles Town in England, where a young girl's life would receive the letter that would change her life.