Hey guys. Sydney here! No flamers, anything that is the same (story, plot, characters, etc) is pure coincidence. JK Rowling owns everything Harry Potter. All hail the Queen! Rated M for some language occasionally and some mature content towards the end of this chapter. There isn't much of the mature content, but I would rather be safe than sorry. Leave me some love though! If you need a mental picture of Aurora, picture Adelaide Kane.

Prologue

Smile. Pose. Flash. The cycle repeats itself over and over. Smile. Pose. Flash. The white pumps are beginning to ache my feet. I've only been here for 20 minutes. My eyes wander as the light bulbs continue to flash and blink, capturing any and all political figures (and their families) that they could. Everyone was dressed in various forms of red, white, and blue… myself included. The annual 4th of July bash was being held at our large estate this year. Our backyard was overflowing with decorations, flags, food, and games. Perhaps it would be more enjoyable, if the various newspapers, both local and national, hadn't been invited. Reporters and their photographers were everywhere it seemed.

"Your smile is slipping." My father's publicist, Kate, hissed in my ear. I gave the short redhead a side glare before fixing my smile, not wanting to embarrass my dad. As much as I hated his publicist, I knew this party was important to him.

My father, Theo Deveraux, had just been sworn in as a member of the United States Congress, and this was his big post-sworn-in debut. If this party had not been taking place in my own home, I may have been able to skip, pretending to be working like the good homeschooled child I was. Alas, I couldn't. Kate would hunt me down in my bedroom, and I couldn't risk her seeing something she shouldn't. I was falling behind in Transfiguration. I was having a hard time bonding two objects together. It was my worst subject by far. Defense Against the Dark Arts was my best subject, followed closely by Charms. But, once I perfected that, Mom promised to help me work on becoming an Animagus. My patronus was a fox, and I was hoping to be able to transform into one soon.

My mother was a witch, my father- a simple no-maj. The rules regarding interactions between magical beings and no-majs were getting better, but there was still a clear divide. The magical beings preferred to have no interaction at all with no-majs. Perhaps it was better in other places, but we had to be much more careful here. The Magical Congress of the United States of America were constantly watching, especially those that lived in the Washington D.C. area, such as myself and my mother.

"Aurora!" Kate snapped. I must have been daydreaming, letting my smile fall and my eyes become vacant as I dreamed. It was a bad habit of mine. She grabbed my arm and led me away from the photographers. I nearly dropped my 'American blue' clutch as she was dragging me away. My dark brown curls were large and bouncing, thanks to the large amount of product that was put into my hair.

"Go make yourself useful somewhere else, as you can't even just stand and smile. Dumb models can even do it." Kate pushed me angrily towards the house. My hands began to shake and I could feel the magic pulsating a bit in my hands. I took a deep, ragged breath in and smoothed my vintage red dress, patting invisible creases.

I walked inside, muttering angrily to myself about dumb publicists. I went to the kitchen, hungry for a snack I would be judged for eating if anyone else was around. Luckily the entire kitchen staff was outside. I grabbed a Sprite can from the refrigerator, before digging out some gummy bears (my weakness). I sat at the island on a bar stool, munching on the fruity, chewy goodness and pouted.

Our kitchen was gorgeous, to say the least. I wish I had some talent for that, as I would put the kitchen to good use. We had large, white cabinets both above and below the marble counter tops. A large fridge that was almost as wide as I was tall (I'm five foot four too).

I didn't hear him come in. He evaded the security cameras, as I would later find out. The only reason I noticed him, was the sharp sting of a needle hitting my neck. Gasping, I hopped out of my chair and turned to see him. Everything began to move in slow motion. I immediately went for my wand, but it was hidden away upstairs, away from where a drunk no-maj couldn't find it.

My vision blurred, going in and out of focus. I couldn't make out any details. I couldn't scream. My body was numb, as if I was petrified. There was a ringing in my ears. A small noise came out of someone. It could have been me. I wasn't sure. He laughed, a low, grumbling laugh.

"Nice try, little witch. This will teach your mother for fraternizing with no-majs." He added something, but the ringing in my ears got louder, overtaking everything. My body went limp, my head smashing to the floor. There was a buzz in the back of my head that may have been pain. I tried to focus on his face. He had a wild smile on his scarred face. He leaned down, his mouth moving but I couldn't hear him. I saw his hands touching my arms, running down them, caressing them. His hands moved around my body, places I wish I could smack his hand away from. I could see him grasping my breast, the veins on his hand pulsating. His hands moved further south. I couldn't keep looking. I knew where I would see him touch. I also knew what would come next. Tears leaked out of my eyes. A pressure began developing on my chest. It was making it increasingly hard to breathe. The lights above me began to flicker at a fast pace. My magic was going haywire. I closed my eyes.

I'm sorry Mom. Dad- I hope you kick some American law ass. Mom, don't be sad. You were an amazing witch, someone I could only have hoped to have been one day. I love you guys. Don't be sad.

Then… nothing. Nothing at all.

Sorry guys for the slow start! This chapter and the next will be fairly slow, but hopefully things will get interesting once we hit Hogwarts! :)