Buh-buh-duh! Welcome to my Harry Potter fanfic, Never Alone!
Not too much to say really. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter- JK Rowling does.
I however- own Aurora and her... lovely... family.


Aurora stood in the middle of the deserted street. The shops around her—once so full of life—were now in shambles and voice of all life. Even the cheeriest one of all—Weasley Wizard Wheezes—was dark and gloomy.

Three months since the battle of Hogwarts, and things hard barely changed. Voldemort and his Death Eaters had made their mark- if not physically—then mentally.

Emotionally.

The Daily Prophet kept "reporting" sights of Death Eaters, which only led to more panic. Aurora was tired of this whirlwind of feelings she had felt over the months.

Helpless.

Scared.

Alone.

Just as many others had—she too, had lost loved ones in that war. Closing her eyes, she could feel them—just briefly.

'Just like they are still here…' She thought, a soft smile lifting the corner of her lips for a split second.

"My child… what are you doing in the middle of the street?" An elderly man asked her, his voice soft and crackly. Turning her head to the left, peering at him with her emerald eyes- he could see the determination welling up within her.

"It's a shame, that with all we have been through- we are still in such a state of emptiness. Our battle that day…. It joins us as a generation—as a community. But what about the next generation? What will they have—if we don't rebuild the world we once knew? They can't rebuild the future—if we don't rebuild the present," Aurora said, her soft voice gaining strength with each word; She was just barely aware of the presence of people appearing—as they stepped out of the darkness of the shops and alleys, listening as she continued," Even if we rebuild, we will never forget the losses we suffered that day. Those we lost will always be with us—in our hearts—but more importantly, in our memories. Memories that will last a lifetime. We owe it to them—we owe it to the future generations—to give them a full life, like we once had. We owe it to ourselves."

Ollivander stood there, listening to the powerful words. A gentle smile lifted his lips, as he thought of the young girl that once stood in his shop. No longer was Aurora Peddleton the shy, quite Hufflepuff he once knew. The war had morphed her into a strong, brave, wisdom-filled Ravenclaw, just like her sisters—

'Just like her mother,' Ollivander smiled with the thought, thinking of the friend he had lost; then he stepped towards her as he said," I am with you, my child. Who else?"

Aurora's eyes shined with respect for him, silently thanking him. It was the least he could do—for her.

For her whole family.

Murmurs rippled through the onlookers, as slowly—one by one—they walked to stand closer to her, nodding. It was like a new life had been given to the Wizarding community—as for the first time in months, people saw a future. A bright future.

"We can't do this alone though…" One of the shop owners frowned, looking at the small group. Aurora nodded in agreement; while they had magic on their side and each other to lend helping hands—they still could use more help.

"I'll go see if I can find anyone else that will help," Aurora stated, thinking back to all her fellow students at Hogwarts," Meanwhile—if there is anyone you can find to ask, feel free to see if they will aid our efforts."

0o0o0o

A week later, Aurora stood on the porch of a family she had grown surprisingly close to. The Weasley's had gone from just another Wizarding family (and the twins'- bullies) to a group of people she would do anything for. Over the course of the years- with their battles with the Death Eaters and Voldemort—she had surprised herself with how close she had become with the two that once bullied her with harsh jokes and gizmos. Her mind travelled to the last good memory she shared with the twins—which now only caused her a twinge of sadness.

'Fred….' Aurora could imagine what George was going through. She was one of the few that knew the pain of personal loss that day. Luckily though- George still had the rest of his family to help him through the pain.

Taking a deep breath, Aurora rose her hand and knocked briefly on the door. No sooner had she done so, did Mrs. Weasley appear on the other side.

"Aurora, dear, how are you? I haven't heard from you in a while- I was beginning to worry…." As she spoke, her hands twisted- subconsciously mirroring the nervous feeling she felt.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley… I just… I had to deal with… with a few things…. It took longer than I thought it would…." Aurora explained, as she thought of the past few months- but smiled in an effort to comfort the older woman," But everything will be fine now…. I'll be fine."

"That's good- and I've told you, it's Molly. You're like family to us," Mrs. Weasley said as she opened the partial door," Now, please—do come in, sweetheart."

Ducking into the house, Aurora's blue eyes darted around- landing on everyone that was in the room.

'Percy… Mr. Weasley…. Bill…. Fleur….'

"Where's George?"

Instantly, Aurora could tell that her question had an effect on the family—and it caused her own worry to surface.

"George…. He hasn't really been around much. He's taken to staying locked up in the loft… Ever since…" Mrs. Weasley trailed off. Aurora knew what she would have said, anyway.

Since the war. Since losing Fred.

George hadn't even attended Fred's funeral- so Aurora had heard. A ping a regret travelled through Aurora- as she had also not attended Fred's funeral. She had been too wrapped up in her own loss—her own stage of denial.

"I see… and I am assuming the others are at Hogwarts?"

"Yes," Mrs. Weasley nodded," The four of them are finishing their final year—together. I'm glad, too. Times like this… we need it."

"Yeah," Aurora agreed," That actually brings me to why I am here. We're rebuilding Diagon Alley—but I need more volunteers to help…."

"Say no more," Mr. Weasley nodded," We'll be there."

The admiration Aurora felt for the family grew with his statement. Even with the emotional turmoil they were going through- they would still help.

"Thank you," Aurora said sincerely," We can use all the help we can get. If you can find anyone else who is willing…."

"We will ask around dear," Mrs. Weasley smiled," Would you care to stay for dinner? It's almost done cooking."

"Thank you... but I must return. Perhaps next time though?"

"Of course," Mrs. Weasley nodded. Aurora could tell that Mrs. Weasley was hoping she would have stayed, but it would have only been awkward for Aurora. Not having been there for them when they had been suffering the loss of Fred—and instead wallowing in her own loss… If she had someone around, they might have been able to pull her through that dark time quicker, but she had done a decent job on her own.

'I have to believe that I done it the correct way… Otherwise I'll just regret it….' Aurora thought, pushing down those dark memories—all the way to the back of her mind, as she said her goodbyes and left the Burrow.

'If it was a mistake though… I won't let George make the same one. I owe that to Fred.'