Aurora. Pale, dark red hair, emerald eyes, soft voice, body to die for.

Aurora. Kind, gentle, understanding, submissive.

Aurora. Succubus.

A certain redhead stepped into the Leaky Cauldron. She was escorted by a man with star designed robes and half-moon glasses. They walked up the stairs. "...And there is a family of Hogwarts students staying here so you won't be the only student here. Actually there is a boy in the family who is in the same year as you. There is also a Muggleborn girl in your year who is staying in one of the rooms until taken to Hogwarts tomorrow as well." He opened a door, showing her the room she'd stay in that night.

Aurora stepped inside. It was rather bleak like the rest of the pub. It had grey walls, a four-poster bed, and a small fireplace. There was a mirror and a lamp on the wall. The lamp was beside the window and the mirror was beside the door.

"And, Ms. Amor."

The redhead turned around, looking at him over her rectangle glasses which had slid down.

"If you're ever feeling your age, just ask your head of house to bring you to my Gargoyle. The password - "Glass Beauty" - will always work for you. Once you know where it is, you can come on your own."

Aurora smiled kindly. "Thank you, Professor, but I prefer women." She held her arm further into the room. Her little brown owl jumped onto her hand, soaring to land on the fireplace frame.

Dumbledore nodded. "Well, if ever you like." And he left.

Aurora looked around. She pulled out a shrunk, striped pull string bucket bag. It would change to her House colours when she was sorted. She reached in - it had an undetectable extension charm - and pulled out a pair of pajamas and an outfit for the next day. She walked downstairs, her bag in her inside blazer pocket. Her heels clicked as they hit the wooden stairs.

A boy stood at a railing. He had dark hair and disheveled clothes.

There was a couple arguing at the bottom.

He just watched them.

"Do you know them?" Aurora asked softly.

He glanced at her before looking at the brunette and ginger again. "Yeah. They're my best friends. They're always arguing. The cat's new." Harry was shocked at himself. He normally didn't open up to strangers. She just had an easy-going, submissive, 'never hurt you aura'.

"You wanna introduce me?" she asked.

"Wanna introduce yourself?"

She laughed. Holding out her hand, Aurora murmured, "Aurora Amor." She had a tiny bit of Scottish in her voice when she said it.

"Harry Potter." When he didn't receive the usual squealing, just a blank face and a genuine smile, he relaxed. They turned back to the downward argument when the boy yelled.

"I'm warning you, Hermione. Keep that bloody beast away from Scabbers, or I'll turn it into a tea cozy," he threatened.

"It's a cat, Ronald. What do you expect? It's in his nature," the brunette defended.

"A cat? Is that what they told you? Looks like a pig with hair."

"That's rich... coming from the owner of that smelly old shoe brush. Crookshanks, just ignore the mean little boy."

The redhead finally noticed them and called, "Harry."

The brunette whirled around, "Harry," she greeted.

If these were the children Harry hung out with, it was impeccably ironic. They were all different blood purities, Aurora could smell it, and the only hair color they were missing was blonde. And she was sure there was one of those floating around.


Introductions were made and Ronald knew who she was. "You're that royal succubus who's transferring to Hogwarts!"

"Aye," the Scot confirmed.

Once oh-so many questions were asked and answered, not one pertaining to Hogwarts, Ronald pulled out a newspaper. Apparently his family had won a kind of lottery and, instead of investing it as they were poor, they took a trip to Egypt.

"Egypt. What's it like?" Harry asked.

"Brilliant. Loads of old stuff... like mummies, tombs, even Scabbers enjoyed himself." Ron lifted the furry beast and Aurora fought the urge to scrunch up her nose. She turned to Hermione who shifted the half-Kneazle in her arms.

"You know Egyptians used to worship cats," she mentioned boldly.

"Yeah. Along with the dung beetle," Ronald snarked.

A set of boy, red haired twins walked up behind Ron and Harry, the girls on the other side. "Not flashing that clipping again?" one of them asked.

"I haven't shown anyone," Ron replied sulkily.

"No, not a soul." One of them picked up the article. They took turns speaking.

"Not unless you count Tom."

"The day maid."

"Night maid."

"Cook."

"The bloke who fixed the toilet."

"And that wizard from Belgium."

A very fluffily dressed woman walked and immediately hugged the scarred boy. "Harry," she greeted.

"Mrs. Weasley," Harry greeted in turn.

"Good to see you, dear. Good to see you." She put her hand on his cheek. "Got everything?"

"Yes," Harry replied.

"Yes? All your books?"

"It's all upstairs."

"Your clothes?"

"Everything."

"Good boy." She pat his cheek. She turned to Aurora, and her smile faltered a tad. "I don't know you, she commented.

Aurora smiled and held out her hand. "Aurora Amor."

Mrs. Weasley winced. "You're the..." She turned and left.

Mr. Weasley called Harry away.

"I don't think my mum likes you," Ronald commented.

"I'm sorry to say. That's impossible. The only way for a Succubus to not be liked is if the person hating has been rejected, but we're usually good about that sort of thing. Another way is if someone is upset that they got married before meeting a Succubus. Not that that really matters. However, her way of thinking might be that I'm too young or her husband won't let her. Or she just doesn't want to share."

"Share as in...?" Ron trailed off.

Aurora smirked, tilting her head as she took a bite out of a biscuit.

Ron shuddered. "I don't want to think about that!"

"How do you think I survive?! I don't need this protein. I just like human food."

Ron gained a thoughtful look on his face and Hermione punched him.