Aurora pulled the dark purple curtains aside from the window of her bedroom open and stared below at the manor garden. She rubbed her eyes awake, though it felt futile to fight her urge to crawl back into bed. She was usually not awake at this ungodly hour of 6 AM, but today she would be getting ready for the most important day of her young adult life. She would be attending Hogwarts.

She had known she would be attending the School for Witchcraft and Wizardry her entire life, and it was no surprise to her when she received her letter at 44598 N Greengrass Manor on April 14th, 1991. The day she turned eleven. She was a pureblood and it was her birthright and destiny to be a fine wizard like the ones who have come before her. Or so her father says.

Aurora was rather unsure of her father's ideologies of who deserved to practice magic at Hogwarts, but knew better than to question him. He was a cold, distant man with an eruptive temper that she walked on eggshells to avoid setting off. Not that her attempts mattered much since he largely ignored her. Nevertheless, she continued to be as perfect of a daughter as she could despite her growing disdain for him. Aurora was more fond of her mother anyways. Though she found her to be overbearing at times to compensate for her father's absence, she was very loving towards Aurora.

Quickly pulling on her clothes and brushing out her messy black hair, she walked out her of room and down the lavishly decorated staircase. The manor had belonged to generations of Greengrass wizards with most of the original architecture and decor remaining. Though many would consider her manor to be outlandish and obnoxiously full of outdated furniture, Aurora felt a sense of comfort in it.

"Aurora come here!" Aurora cringed as she heard her father yell from his study. Only six in the morning and her day was already going to be ruined. If she was cool and collected this would be over with shortly. She tried to remind herself this as she walked closer to the office.

Once at the door, she immediately straightened up and ran her hands through her hair a few more times in an attempt to look more presentable. He criticized everything. Upon entering her father's study, she pushed the door open gingerly and walked in. The atmosphere of the room felt cold to her. Turning to face the door, she closed it behind her.

"Sit," her father said to her while gesturing to the plush purple chairs in front of his black desk. As she sat, she played with her fingers, a rather annoying habit that pissed her father off. She could not help it though. She always felt anxious in his presence.

"Look at me."

She immediately stopped and make eye contact with the formidable man. Janus Greengrass sat before her with his back straight against his large desk chair and his chin raised at her gaze. His posture implied superiority. He loved the power. His dark hair that she inherited from him was graying, yet he still maintained a youthful, sharp face. His dark eyes pierced into her and she resisted the urge to shiver as chills ran up her spine. She was not afraid of her father, but she was fairly uncomfortable being around him. No that was a lie, she was afraid of him, but Aurora tried to encourage herself to not let her father see it. He was not so much as parent to her rather than a cruel man she lived with. He was a financial provider and nothing more. And that left her with no choice but to be under his control.

"You are going to Hogwarts today as you know. Harry Potter will be there too." He spat. The Boy Who Lived. Aurora always found herself curious by his mysterious circumstances. How could anyone have survived the killing curse or the Dark Lord for that matter? Perhaps Voldemort was not as powerful as the legends stated.

"Yes father." She replied. She knew of his disgust for the child. He had killed her father's dark leader, Voldemort. Aurora still knew very little about her father's involvement with the dark wizard and she thought better of it to ask. The only clue she had was the dark skull mark on his left arm, that he always covered in public. She knew he was a deatheater, but refused to believe that her own flesh and blood could murder anyone, no matter how despicable he acted towards her.

"Lucius already has Draco keeping tags on the boy. You will help him." Her stomach immediately churned at the mention of the Malfoys. The Greengrass and Malfoy clans were long time family friends dating back centuries, and Aurora couldn't stand any of them. Narcissa Malfoy wasn't too bad, but she still believed herself to be superior to others, including Aurora and her mother. Though she would never say it, she could see it in Narcissa's expressions the rare times she came over to the manor. She preferred the Malfoy Manor for sure. Lucius Malfoy was her father's best friend and was over quite frequently for as long as Aurora could remember, always bringing along that retched cockroach he called his son. Draco Malfoy was her least favorite person in the Malfoy clan. His pompous attitude and childish antics always annoyed her. The thought of spending her first year at Hogwarts in close tandem to him irritated her. She had thought Hogwarts would be an opportunity to get away from her home life.

"Father I-" Aurora started but was cut off.

"You will be placed in Slytherin, and you will follow my orders. That's all. You can leave. Your mother will be escorting you and Draco to the train. And fix your hair you look like a slob," her father snapped at her. Aurora resisted the urge to snap back. She had already groomed herself this morning, it was hardly her fault that her hair resisted her efforts to tame it.

Her father proceeded to rise from his chair and make his away across his office to a large bookshelf next to him, his fingers skimmed the spines, looking for a specific book.

Aurora lifted herself from the seat disgruntled, which her father either didn't notice or ignored. She guessed the first knowing how angry he'd be to see her seething. Disobedience of any kind would not be tolerated by Janus. Upon exiting the study and closing the door behind her, Aurora brushed her fingers through her hair until she was satisfied. Once deciding her hair was acceptable, she started along the manor corridors.

Making her way to her room while admiring the ornate designs of the rugs, she abruptly crashed into something hard. She knew the manor well, it couldn't have been furniture.

"Ugh," she exclaimed falling to the ground. She felt irritated by her clumsiness, but was satisfied she was alone and saved from the embarrassment. No, not alone. There were shoes and legs in front of her.

"Walk much Greengrass?" Draco sneered at her. Aurora scowled at his voice. Of course he was here. Father even told her, she was just hoping she wouldn't have to see him. A naive dream.

Refusing to engage with him, she rolled her eyes and simply got up. She continued to make her way to her room in hopes that Malfoy would simply disappear. Alas her prayers were not answered.

"Ignoring me now aren't we?"

He seemed to get even more enjoyment out of her clear annoyance of him. He was just here yesterday, why can't his own mother take him to the train? Following her down the halls and up the staircase, Draco and Aurora found themselves outside the door to her room. Aurora placed her hand on the handle, about to open the door, when she heard Draco fake cough next to her. He leaned his back on the wall, a foot up against the high baseboards. She scowled again. Why did Malfoy feel the need to act like this was his house? He could at least pretend to have some decency.

"You're not coming in here Malfoy."