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(A/N) A great big THANK YOU to my reviewers!
Alexi Serenitia: Thanks! I will continue it! The first review for this fic!
Cami: Thank you! This was a small idea that popped into my head one day and I had to write it.
Queen of the Clarinets: Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww shucks, I'm blushing! I love the name Aurora too!
Jen: Well, I'll be honest with you; Hermione and Harry are in no way Aurora's parents. Think much older.
Mirirakin: You confused me with your review! I'm seriously lost!
Silvermoon: I'm going to keep this going! Don't worry about that!
Dreamer22: You know, I didn't even notice that particular part about her until you pointed it out! I'm still going to continue DSG, but I'm suffering major writer's block on it! Damn writer's block all the way to Hades and back as my friend Dragonsbane always says!
Starry: Thank you so much for your review! I'm updating, see? :-D
Sam: Thanks! I hope you like it!
Dragonsbane: Wow, I get the holy water gun! But aren't you going to miss it?
Animegirl-mika: You know I can't reveal that information! Anyway, glad you liked the last chapter.
Lisette Jester (I KNOW it was you!): Thanks! This chapter is dedicated to you (since you knew me when I was 15 and depressed).
Any others I've missed? *looks around* No? Okay then! On with the story!
Something I should mention if you haven't read the summary, this story takes place in Harry's fifth year, Aurora's sixth. Please stop guessing that her parents are Harry/Hermione, Cho or Ginny. Thank you.
Chapter 2: Discoveries
"Aurora, it's time to wake up," my mother said, gently shaking me.
"Ugh," I mumbled, pulling the covers over me.
"Aurora Leigh Sullivan! Wake up! You have an owl from the adoption agency."
"Okay," I yawned, slowly pulling myself out of bed.
"That's my girl," she said as she kissed me on my cheek. I groaned inwardly. I can't take it much more in here. I love my adoptive parents and everything, but something tells me that it's not how I should have been raised. I'm more of a loner.
"Where's the letter?"
"Here," she said, handing me a small, yet thick, envelope.
Dear Miss Sullivan,
Here are the records you requested. We hope to hear from you in the weeks to come.
Sincerely,
Melanie Dunlap
Head of the British Hope Adoption Agency
I placed the letter on my nightstand, anxious to read the other information I was sent. My mother finally left me alone.
The next thing I saw was my birth certificate, but most of the information wasn't there. It was blocked out by a powerful spell.
Name: Adriana (Blank)
Date of Birth: 24 June 1979
Time: 6:27 A.M.
Parents: (Blank)
(Blank)
Address: (Blank) England
Hospital: St. Mungo's Hospital
I found out two things. First, I had a different name. Second, I was born at St. Mungo's Hospital. But it still hurts. Was I just another unwanted baby? Why did they give me up? Why did my adoptive parents change my name?
Dumbstruck, I placed my birth certificate on top of the letter from the agency. Luckily, I had a name book with me. My parents gave it to me after I found out I was adopted. I just needed to find it among all this stuff. We had just moved to London a few days ago and I still haven't unpacked. I'm about as lazy as they come. The perfect example of a Rykiel. I found the book in the first box I found, which was labeled "Junk".
Adriana? Why was I originally named that? I scanned through all the girls names before finally finding it. "Adriana, Italian- Dark One"
"Dark one?" I asked aloud. But it all made sense. I wasn't just dark in looks alone. I was dark by nature. It was the perfect name for me.
Setting the book aside, I glanced at the last few things that remained on my bed. Another roll of parchment and another envelope. I quickly scanned the parchment, which held nothing but my blood type and possible health problems I might endure. "Not exactly interesting," I said as I threw it onto the floor. The last thing to be opened was the envelope. With trembling hands, I opened it. A picture fell out along with a letter. Glancing at the photo, I saw two people, both blonde. The woman was holding a black haired baby; the man was scowling. I had a feeling that the man was not my father, since he was walking away from the woman. Finally, I diverted my attention to the letter.
Dear Adriana,
I want you to know that I wanted to keep you, but I wasn't allowed to. Not because you're a girl, but the truth is that my husband is not your father.
Your real father doesn't know you exist. I should've told him after you were born, but I was sworn to secrecy, forced to give you up by my husband.
I hope we meet again someday.
Love,
Mother
Well that's just comforting. Not only is the man in the photo not my father, but because of him, I was sent away. God, I'm really starting to hate him. I hate him more than the stupid Rykiels, Sciaras, Evonas, and Likalas at the Academy.
BOOM! CRACK!
I gazed outside my window. I didn't realize I was crying. See, when I'm sad or really depressed, it rains. When I was thirteen, it rained for an entire month! This was a different kind of storm. Normally, it's just rain. This time, lightening and thunder accompanied the otherwise silent tears from the sky.
"Rori, are you alright? It's a full blown storm out there!" Dad said as he tapped on my door.
"I'm fine."
"Can I come in?"
"Sure."
He came in, a worried look on his tanned face. "What did the agency send you?"
I pointed to the pile in front of me. "Why didn't you tell me my name was Adriana?"
"For fear you would flood the world," he answered lightly.
"I'm being serious, Dad," I screeched, jumping off the bed.
His faced darkened. "So am I! You think it's easy raising a little girl? A girl with magical abilities no less! Think again, Aurora!"
I never thought my father would say those words to me. "So basically, now that you know the truth about me, that I'm a witch, you don't want me?"
He didn't say anything. I knew that look. He thinks I'm a freak. "You don't want me here? Fine, I'll leave tonight. I'll find my parents without you or Mom telling me it's a mistake!"
"It is a mistake, Aurora! You actually think your birth parents are going to accept you?"
"They'll probably accept me more than you have in the past five years!" I stormed to my door and opened it. "Get out. I have to pack," I hissed.
"You can't be serious."
"Oh, but I am. I'm leaving. I'm going to look for my parents. I don't care what you say."
"Fine, go ahead, you little freak. If you leave, I promise you this. You will never set foot in this house again."
The thunder grew louder. "I don't care, you fucking asshole. I'll find my own damn place to stay."
He glared at me before finally storming out the door. "You ungrateful little bitch," he hissed.
"Good-bye, Father," I said sweetly as I shut the door in his face.
With the tanned, blue-eyed, brown haired bastard out of the way, I settled on packing what little magical belongings I owned, like my 7 inch ebony and dragon heartstring wand. A few Muggle objects also went into my jet black backpack, like my CD player, a bunch of CD's, a pair of jeans, a few shirts, and my favorite black Nike sweatshirt. After looking around the room, I remembered that I didn't pack any of the things from the agency or any money. The parchments and the picture were safely stored in the front pocket of my backpack. Luckily, I had two hundred American dollars, given to me by my Muggle grandparents, plus about ten Galleons and a few Sickles left over from my last school year at the Academy. I stuffed them into my jeans pocket. Grabbing a jacket, I looked around the room that I've spent three days in. Laughing, I finally left the damn prison I was forced to live in for sixteen years.
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Up next: Aurora (Adriana) finds some new friends.