Chapter Five

A week and a half later

Aurora sat in the Room of Requirement, going over the information Bloodshield had sent her regarding the case against Dumbledore and sat back in her chair. It would take a while to find enough evidence and enough witnesses to destroy Dumbledore enough that he would pay for what he'd done. "You'd think that knowing he's neglected the 'boy-who-lived' and left him in an abusive home would get an immediate trial," she breathes popping her neck before looking back down at the folder in her lap. "Oh well, more time to destroy his reputation."

As she thought, she ran a hand through her hair and let her mind wander to Harry, Gemini and Luna. The three of them had all put themselves under Glamour before they'd come back to school so that Dumbledore didn't get suspicious, anymore than he already was, and had started hanging out with Neville and Cedric, Luna's mates, as well as the Weasley twins. As her thoughts passed over Luna, her mind came to a screeching halt and she sat up, glancing around the room. Taking a quill and piece of scratch parchment out of her bag she began writing down her thoughts.

'Why did Dumbleboobs find it prudent to block the Inheritance of Luna Lovegood and could there be more students at Hogwarts that he's done the same to?'

'If there are, why is Dumbleboobs blocking the Inheritances of his students?'

'Maybe the Goblins wouldn't mind doing a Magic Trace on any children reported missing or dead from sixty years ago to now?'

'Just what is the old bastard playing at?'

Hearing the door open, she put the piece of parchment she was writing on in the folder before closing it and sending it back to Bloodshield with a silent spell. She glanced over her shoulder to see who had come into the room and rolled her eyes, picking up the spellbook on Dangerous Illusion, Memory and Compulsion Spells and Curses, pretending to have been reading it the entire time. "What did you need, Weasley?" she asks snapping the book closed and setting it on the table in front of her before standing.

Ron Weasley glared at her for a few seconds, looking like he wanted to whip out his wand and curse her. "Headmaster Dumbledore would like to see you in his office," he says in a sullen voice and Aurora sighs, moving past him to the door.

'I request that you hide our sectets,' she hisses to the room in Parseltongue as she opens the door, looking back to see the room become empty and the look of anger on Weasley's face. "Enjoy your search, Weasel," she chuckles in English as she closes the door behind her and made her way down to the Dungeons.

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Severus was in the middle of a rather complicated potion when there was a knock on his private door and he set a stasis charm before moving to open the door, surprised to see Aurora standing there. "Dumbledore wants to speak with me," she says and he pulls her into the room, pushing the door closed behind her. Sirius' dog form was immediately at her side, rubbing his head against her stomach reassuringly.

"As your Head of House," Severus breathes running a hand through his hair, "I can be present during this talk."

Aurora nodded, patting Sirius' head as she thought and smirked at her dad. "I guess it's a good thing I'm a natural Occlumens," she snickers and Severus rolled his eyes as Sirius let out a laugh-like bark.

Severus shook his head and opened the door back up. "We should get up to the old coot's office then," he snickers leading his daughter out as he closed the door before his mate could escape.

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Albus sat at his desk, impatient for the Snape girl to arrive so he could get rid of her again and sat back in his chair. Several of the Headmaster portraits were glaring at him, especially the ones he'd had to silence and fix permanently into place so they couldn't leave their frames. His eyes went to Fawkes as he waited and he fought the angry snarl that wanted to take over his lips. The stupid bird wasn't listening to him anymore and had broken the Familiar connection with him, no longer wanting to serve a master he deemed evil and unstable. Albus was angry that some of his plans were starting to unravel and he believed it had everything to do with Aurora Snape, one of the reasons he'd gotten rid of her in the first place. Fawkes trilled sadly, pulling at the enchanted chain around his leg and glaring at Albus. "You will never be free until you drop dead and stay that way," Albus growls and the bird shrieks, flames crawling up his wings.

The rotating staircase up to his office started to rotate, stone rubbing together to create a rumbling noise. Albus could feel the sparkle in his eyes dim a bit when Severus stepped off the rotating staircase with Aurora. 'Damn it, this got a whole lot harder,' he thinks watching the two of them sit down at his desk. Looking into Aurora's eyes, he tried to get a peek into her mind and came up against a thick, diamond wall, reinforced with marble on the inside. 'Damn it.'

Aurora smirked when she felt him try to weasel his way into her mind and slid in through the cracks in his own, crumbling mental wall. She got a quick look at what was in his mind before pulling out so he didn't realize she was in there and cocked her head at him. "I'm rather offended that you would immediately try to read my thoughts," she murmurs and Albus pulled back, the grandfatherly look on his face cracking. "What did you need to speak with me about?" Fawkes trilled from his perch, catching Aurora's attention for a split second and Dumbledore decided to take advantage, putting Severus in a silent body bind he threw an Obliviate at Aurora. An Obliviate that rebounded off a shield that swirled silver and blue as it popped into place around her. "I thought you would've remembered that that wouldn't work, or is your madness affecting your memory?"

Albus stood, a snarl on his face before he threw an Obliviate at Severus so he wouldn't remember this conversation, only for a shield to pop into place around him, one that he'd conjured. "What I've done is for the Greater Good, you never should've come back, Aurora, though I see that sending you away from your Dark parentage did absolutely nothing to stop you from becoming just like them," he snarls causing Severus and Aurora to glance at each other. Fawkes trilled again, pecking at the restraint holding him to the perch and Albus snarls, sending a hex in his direction. "Shut up, you blasted bird."

Aurora frowned, standing as she turned her frown on Dumbledore and felt like snarling at him but kept it from happening. Walking over to the Phoenix's perch, Aurora looked over the chain keeping the bird restrained to the perch and clicked her tongue as she grasped the manacle around it's leg. The metal began to burn her fingers, she ignored the hiss of her burning fingertips and cut her fingertip, rubbing her blood onto it. "Unlock," she breathes pushing magic into her blood which pushed magic into the chain, melting it off the Phoenix's leg. "There you go."

Fawkes cooed happily, rubbing his head against Aurora's hand and checking the burns that had already healed. 'Good Demon... Pretty Dragon,' he trills at her mentally, nipping her finger enough to draw blood and Aurora was happy the old Bumblebee couldn't see her hand as the Familiar Bond snapped into place. 'I leave before crazy man tries to chain me again.'

'That would be a good idea,' Aurora answers back, mentally soothing him before turning back to the Headmaster and sitting in the chair beside her father, releasing him from Dumbledore's spell. "Did you really have something to tell me or did you just want to retry what you tried to do thirteen years ago?" she asks staring blankly at him and crossed her arms over her stomach. "Because, if so, I'm going to go back to what I was doing and try to help Harry prepare for the first task."

Dumbledore's eyes began to sparkle once again and Aurora fought the urge to roll her eyes. "Any idea what the first task is?" he asks hopefully and Aurora reigned in the growl that wanted to slip through her lips.

"No one has figured it out," she breathes staring across the desk at Dumbledore. "It would be against the rules."

His gaze became twinkle-less and Aurora wanted to smirk. "Then how are you helping him prepare?" Dumbles asks as he tries to push through Aurora's shields again and she sent a bolt of electricity through her mental shields.

Aurora stood from her seat, bowing her head in the Headmaster's direction before walking toward the door. "Anyway I can," she murmurs as she opened the door. "This conversation is over now." Severus stood before following his daughter, shielding when a spell was cast in their direction and smirking at the curses the Headmaster was muttering under his breath.

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Harry was leaning against the wall across from where the Room of Requirement manifests and waited patiently for Ron Weasley to step out as he put the Marauder's Map in his back pocket. "What's going on, Harry?" Hermione asks as she turned the corner, almost running into him. "Why haven't you gone in yet?"

Harry jerked his head towards the wall as the door began to materialize and Hermione's eyes narrowed. Ron walked out of the room, an angry snarl on his face as he slammed the door closed behind him. "That was a bloody waste of time," he growls as he stepped away from the wall and turned to walk away.

"What was?" Harry asks and Ron whipped back around, a grimace gracing his features when he saw the two of them.

"None of your business, traitors," he snarls and a tinkling laugh breezed through the hall as Luna rounded the corner with the twins and Neville.

Ron moved to take a threatening step towards her when Aurora and Marcus appeared a few seconds later. "You seem to be outnumbered," Hermione sneers bringing his attention back to her and Harry.

Aurora watched the Weasley boy carefully as his hand inched towards the wand tucked into the pocket of his robes. "That would be a very bad idea, baby brother," the twins growl staring at him with angry blue eyes, wands, not pointed, gripped tight in their hands and their arms crossed over their chests.

Aurora's gaze went to the twins before she looked back at Ron and saw him lift his hands up to either side of his face. "Wouldn't dream of it," he growls walking past everyone to come to a stop in front of his brothers. "You're just as bad as them." That said, he walked away and the twins looked like they wanted to follow to kick his ass.

Hermione rolled her eyes as she pulled the door open and Aurora snapped her fingers, a blood-curdling scream echoing back to them from the direction Ron had gone. "What did you do, AJ?" Harry asks and Aurora snickers, skipping into the room.

'Reveal our room, please?' she breathes quietly and the room shifted back to how it had been before Ronald Weasley had come to get her, also revealing some badly placed eavesdropping and spying spells. "Just know that he's gonna become very used to the colors green and silver," she snickers disabling the spells left from the Weasel and flopping down on the big green couch. "The enchantments won't wear off for a month so you'll get plenty of chances to see."

Marcus rolled his eyes, pulling his robes off, throwing them over the back of the couch, undid his tie, pulled it over his head and put it with his robes. Unbuttoning the buttons at his wrists, he rolled his sleeves up and undid a couple of buttons at his throat before lying down with his head cushioned in her lap. "You hexed him so that his hair is green and any clothes he puts on will turn green and silver, didn't you?" he asks staring up at her and she giggles running her hand through his hair.

"Sirius is definitely your dad," Harry snickers pulling the homework for thke weekend out of his bag. "I wonder if it's hereditary to know just what it takes to annoy someone?"

Aurora giggled again, shaking her head, "Practice annoying people and the fact that he's not exactly hard to annoy," she snickers.

Hermione snorted from her corner where she had several stacks of books all around her and the twins had seemed to make themselves at home on the floor a little away from her, talking in hushed tones but Aurora definitely heard, 'ultimate prank' and 'Ickle Ronniekins,' giving her the distinct impression they were planning to get their brother with their own prank.

Luna was sitting in her big, fluffy chair rocking to her own inner music before whispering to herself. "The Wolf approaches."

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Just outside the gates of Hogwarts

A small, cloaked figure appeared just outside the Anti-Apparition Wards and honey-brown eyes gazed up at the school as a strand of silver-grey hair was caught by the wind and pulled free of the hood of the cloak. "May I enter, Oh Great Hogwarts?" a small, female voice asks from inside the shadows of the cloak and the gate swings open before the words were even finished leaving her lips. "Thank you," the girl breathes as a stern lady with glasses steps down from the stairs and begins walking in her direction.

"May I help you, child?" she asks and the small, cloaked girl was surprised to see that the lady was nice, even if she looked stern on the outside.

"I'm Isadora Daniels, a Second year and I'm transferring from Russia's Magic Academy for Girls," she says pulling the hood of her cloak back to reveal a small, pixie-like face surrounded by a cloud of silver-grey curls. "I have all of the papers and everything, as well as a letter from the Deputy Headmistress here saying that my application here was accepted."

The woman looked quite shocked for a second before a warm smile graced her features. "Yes, Miss Daniels, you seem to be a little later than you said you'd be," she says and Isadora gave her a big, beautiful smile.

"It is nice to meet vith you in person, Professor McGonagall," Isadora says bowing her head to the woman, her accent making an appearance with her nerves. "I am quite a bit later than I intended but the preparations for my parent's funerals took longer due to the ground freezing sooner than expected."

McGonagall's stern expression melted a little more as the small twelve-year old seemed about ready to cry. "Yes, well, we'll have you Sorted into your House at dinner and then you'll be able to get settled," she breathes motioning for the young girl to follow behind her. "The school is divided into four Houses, they are Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Slytherin."

Isadora was barely listening as she glanced around in wonder at the castle walls that seemed to glow with so much magic and she quickened her pace so she was walking along beside Professor McGonagall. "I wonder what House I will be Sorted into?" she asks as she skipped along beside the Professor. "How am I to be Sorted?"

McGonagall looked down at the small girl with a soft smile and was about to answer when she caught sight of a ruckus up ahead of them, her trademark stern scowl reappeared on her face. "One hundred twenty-five points from Gryffindor for bullying and hexing the younger students, Miss Weasley," she says loud enough to be heard over the cries of a small First year girl with brown hair and blue eyes who had a set of deer antlers sprouting from the sides of her head, probably from an Anteoculatia hex.

Isadora stared at the red-headed girl who huffed at McGonagall before trying to talk herself out of it by saying that the smaller girl had started it and Isadora tuned her out, moving to help the First year. "Here," she breathes, murmuring the counter under her breath and watching the horns disappear. "All better but you might want to go to the Hospital Wing and see if I did it right." The First year nodded before running off, Isadora assumed she was heading to the Infirmary. She turned to the still-arguing redhead with a glare fixed to her features. "That vas a very terrible thing to do to someone who has barely begun studying magic and you shouldn't be performing it eizer. You could have hurt her very badly."

The redhead stopped arguing to glare at the silver-haired girl and smirked. "Would've served the little twit right, bloody Snake was saying things she has no clue about," she says and McGonagall sighed, silently deducting another fifty points from her own House.

"That's enough, Miss Weasley," she says glaring down at the redhead, "if you persist in your behavior, I will have no choice but to give you detention and I will make sure they are with Filtch." That got the redhead's attention and she huffed, stomping away down the hall. "Now, Miss Daniels, the Sorting is nothing terribly hard, we just place the Sorting Hat on your head and it goes through your thoughts to Sort you into the House that fits you best."

Isadora follows along behind the Professor and thought about what she'd just said. "The Hat goes through my thoughts?" she asks and McGonagall nods, pulling open a portrait door after having whispered the password.

"Yes," she breathes motioning the child to take a seat, "though, it can't speak of anything it see inside your mind if that's troubling you."

"Not troubling," the little girl says taking a seat across from McGonagall. "I just think it must be quite hard to sort through a child's mind."

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Harry sat with Hermione, the twins and Neville at dinner, ignoring the nasty glares they were getting from Ron and was surprised to see the Sorting Hat up on the stool at the front of the room. Sighing when he saw Dumbledore stand up, he rolled his eyes and dropped his head onto his arms. "Hogwarts has gotten another transfer student," he begins and Harry lifts his head to look up at the head table to see that Dumbledore looked anything but pleased with his own announcement. "Miss Isadora Daniels will be Sorted tonight so that she may begin her new life here." McGonagall walked down the middle of the great hall, a small girl with silver-grey curls and honey-brown eyes skipping along next to her. Glancing across the great hall at Aurora, he was surprised to see both of his cousins paying close attention to Dumbledore's reaction to the small girl before glancing at her.

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Isadora sat on the stool, gaze flying around the room as she began to get nervous about the Hat being placed on her head and she smiled back when McGonagall gave her a comforting smile. The Sorting Hat was suddenly on her head, falling into her eyes to block out the rest of the geat hall and a jolly, male voice rang through her ears. 'This year is getting extremely interesting,' a voice says echoing through her mind, 'you're just one more fraying thread in his master plan, Little Wolf.'

'How...' she begins before what McGonagall said earlier flashes through her mind.

'Don't worry, young one, I'm bound to keep secret all I learn inside your head,'the Hat's voice breathes through her mind. 'Such anguish your short life has been filled with, force-fed Wolvesbane potions since you were small and then to find out they weren't your parents. Must've been quite a shock when the doctor said you couldn't save either of them because you weren't theirs but you were still loyal enough to give them a proper funeral.' The Hat went silent for a few moments after that, giving Isadora a little time to get her bearings back. "Hufflepuff," he announced to the great hall and McGonagall removed the hat from Isadora's head, watching as the girl's robes changed to match her House.

Isadora slowly made her way down to the Hufflepuff table and took a seat at the end amidst cheers from three Houses, including her own and clapping from the fourth. Looking over the table that was just clapping politely, she saw the small First year she'd helped earlier and gave her a smile before looking at the food that had just appeared along the table in front of her. Normally, she'd grab a few large steaks but everyone at her old school had known she was a Werewolf but she didn't want anyone here to know. 'I'll find the kitchen later,' she thinks as she picks out a piece of chicken and placing it on her plate. Looking over everything else on the table, she added a spoonful of broccoli and placed a finger on her cup, wondering what enchantment was on it. The cup warmed before filling with hot cocoa, little marshmallows floating on the top and she giggles, taking a sip before starting to eat.

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Ginny stared at the small girl as she walked to the Hufflepuff table, it was embarrassing that a Second year who got Sorted into Hufflepuff had stood up to her in the hall. "Isadora, huh?" she breathes under her breath as she began eating and glanced at Ron, who was glowering down at his still-empty plate. Sighing, she tried another counter to the hex keeping his hair and clothes those dreadful Slytherin colors, growling when it just seemed to get worse.

"Will you stop trying to fix it," he hisses glaring at her through the corner of his eye and she glared before going back to eating. "I'm going to kill those annoying Weasley twins one day." She smacked him in the arm, glaring at him until he realized what he'd just said. "What? I'm so glad to know that they aren't our brothers."

Ginny smacked him again, hissing at him, "Quiet, no one but us, Father and Mum can know that, if anyone else finds out... It could be disastrous for Father's plans."

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Wednesday Morning

Arthur Weasley was not a paranoid man by nature, or, until a few weeks ago, he didn't think he was but something had changed since meeting Harry and the young Lady Sinclair in Diagon Alley. He felt like there was something really wrong, he no longer felt at home in the Burrow, his job at the Ministry bothered him and he couldn't stand to be near his wife, nothing seemed right anymore. This feeling was what had him at Gringott's on his only day off this month, instead of in his garage fiddling with Muggle contraptions like he normally would be and listening to Molly whine about her children being away at school, which had only gotten worse now that Ron and Genevra had started Hogwarts. Though, he was very surprised when he was pulled from the line waiting to speak to a goblin and shown to a private room with a small, grizzled goblin sitting across from him. "I must say I'm surprised to see you, Mister Weasley," the goblin says leaning forward to shuffle through the papers on his desk. "I'm Brokenaxe, the account manager for you brother, Bilius', vaults, I contacted you after his death but you never answered or came in." Arthur looked confused as this was the first he'd heard of it and the goblin continued. "About two months after I'd stopped trying to contact you, your wife, a Molly Weasley, showed up with one of my letters, claiming that you were very sick and sent her to see what we wanted." Arthur was beginning to get that uncomfortable feeling again. "Obviously, you had no idea any of this was happening so we would like to run some tests to see what's been going on." Arthur was stunned and just nodded when the goblin said that, standing and following when the goblin stood before motioning him out of the room.

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Aurora was sitting in one of the alcoves positioned by the front doors, watching the little footsteps on the Marauder's Map and scanned for Harry or Hermione, who showed up as Gemini Lestrange now seeing them both on their way down to the great hall for lunch. The Gryffindor Bully, Genevra Weasley was coming from the opposite direction, following closely behind the new Hufflepuff girl, Isadora. Marcus was still in the Ancient Runes classroom with Professor Sinistra and probably wouldn't make it to lunch before everyone had to go back to class so Aurora stood up. "Mischief managed," she breathes watching as the map disappeared and she put it in her back pocket, leaving the alcove just in time to join Harry, Hermione, Luna and Neville on their way to the great hall. They were just inside the doors when a commotion behind them caused them to turn just in time to see Isadora collide with Hugh's back, knocking him into Adrian and Aurora's eyes narrowed when she saw Ginny smirking from the bottom of the staircase. "Oy," Isadora whimpers from where she'd fallen back onto her bum when she bounced off Hugh's back and stood up, patting the dirt off the back of her skirt before looking up at Hugh and Adrian. "Izvinite."

"Um, you're kind of speaking a different language," Hugh says and Isadora's eyes widen before she gives him a big smile.

"I apologized for hitting you," she says before glaring over her shoulder at Ginny. "Although, if someone hadn't tried to shove me down the stairs I wouldn't have hit you." Hugh and Adrian both looked like they'd been hit by a truck when she smiled at them and Luna giggled from her spot behind Aurora as she put a finger on Aurora's arm. Aurora's vision shifted and she suddenly saw a line of gold magic stretched between the three of them.

Aurora glanced over her shoulder at Luna and mouthed, 'Mates?' and Luna nodded. "Hugh, Adrian, the two of you coming to lunch?" Aurora asks and the two boys looked away from Isadora and nodded, looking at Isadora.

"Would you like to sit with us?" Adrian asks as Hugh continues to stare and Isadora looked over at Aurora with the rest of their group.

"Will they mind?" she asks quietly and everyone in the group shook their heads. "Okay." She grabbed their hands and led them over to where everyone else stood before they walked to the Slytherin table.

Hermione glanced at Aurora as they grabbed a couple sandwiches each, wrapping them in napkins. "We're going outside today, right AJ?" she asks and Aurora shrugs.

"That's totally up to you guys," she breathes grabbing a bowl of fruit along with her ham and cheese sandwiches. "I'm just gonna go over my Potions notes for the test my dad is giving next class."

Isadora looked at the burgundy-haired girl in surprise, "Professor Snape is your father?" she asks and Aurora nodded, enchanting several cups and a pitcher of pumpkin juice to follow them as they head outside.

They decided to make themselves comfortable under the willow tree by the lake and sat on a blanket Hugh had Accioed from the castle that just happened to be Gryffindor red and gold, probably from someone's bed. Aurora laughed as a giant black tentacle rose from the water a little away from them, causing everyone, but the Slytherins, to freak out. Aurora held up a whole apple and she giggles when the tentacle wraps around it before disappearing back beneath the water. Everyone stared at her, even the Slytherins, and she shrugs, leaning back against the tree. "He also likes cheese sandwiches," she chuckles as she pours herself a cup of pumpkin juice and takes a sip. "Harry and Hermione can't say anything about me being weird when they can sit up in the branches of the Whomping Willow without it trying to kill them."

"Whomping Willow?" Isadora asks looking up at the tree they were under.

Harry chuckles and points across the grounds at a solitary tree planted far away from any others. "She's just lonely, if a little violent," he says as the tree shakes itself out like it was stretching. "As long as she knows you're not going to chop her down, you don't hit her with a flying car and you talk to her, she's really nice."

Hugh raised an eyebrow before shaking his head and unwrapping one of his sandwiches. "That tree doesn't even like Professor Sprout and she takes care of it," he says taking a bite of his sandwich. "I'll believe you can when I see it."

Aurora looked at Hugh, "My word that he can doesn't count?" she asks and he shakes his head.

"Rule number one: Never believe the family," he snickers and she growls launching a grape at him, snickering when it hit him in the center of the forehead. "Hey!"

Rumbling laughter caught everyone's attention and everyone looked to see Marcus, a little singed, standing just inside the curtain of willow branches watching them. Aurora stood up, moving so he could sit against the tree and dropped into his lap, handing him a sandwich. "What'd you blow up this time?" Hermione asks wrinkling her nose at the slight char smell coming off him and Marcus snickers.

"Wasn't me this time," he chuckles rubbing his cheek against Aurora's hair as he unwrapped his sandwich. "Professor Sinistra was concentrating on multiple fire runes when one of the twins' pranks went off in the hall right outside the door and broke her concentration."

As if summoned by Marcus mentioning them, the twins appeared and sat on either side of Hermione and snickered to themselves. "Got you out of there, didn't it?" they snicker together and Marcus rolls his eyes, taking a bite out of his sandwich. "And we got to try out a new prank on our charming, little sister." They turned to look at Isadora who was sitting in betwen Hugh and Adrian. "We would also like to apologize for her trying to shove you down the stairs."

"You're not the ones who should be apologizing," she growls staring out over the lake. "She doesn't like me because I yelled at her yesterday for pranking a First year Slytherin girl with the Horn-growing Hex."

The twins snickered, leaning back on their arms and looked at each other behind Hermione before looking back to Isadora. "And that's why she doesn't like you," George says shrugging his shoulders.

"You scolded her when no one but the teachers have ever done so," Fred snickers stealing a couple of grapes out of Hermione's bowl of fruit.

Aurora shook her head, leaning back in Marcus' arms and looking at the twins who seemed to have decided to mess with Hermione again. "I find it very hard to believe that neither of your parents have ever scolded Genevra," she says running a hand through her hair.

"Dad did in the beginning," Fred says shrugging a shoulder, "him and mom got in a big row about it and he never did it again."

The plant Neville had been fiddling with made a squeaking noise before belting out a well-known song by the Wizarding band, The Rhythmic Runes, and Luna giggled, taking the plant away from him. "My Gran is taking me to Diagon Friday, she's coming to get me in the morning," he says as he tries to take the plant back as it giggled along with Luna at something she'd been whispering to it. "Can I have my Singing Rose back now, please Luna?"

Luna nods, handing the small potted rose to Neville and scooting closer to him so that she could talk to it while he watered it. "Why is she taking you to Diagon on a day when you have classes?" Harry asks and Neville shrugged, making it clear he had no idea. "Well, have fun, we'll take notes for you."

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Friday; Weighing of the Wands Ceremony

Harry was sitting in the Potions classroom, listening to Professor Snape talk about the useless dunderheads in this class and tried not to start snickering when he remembered the conversation he'd had with AJ about her father's rather exaggerated rants in the middle of class. When Colin Creevey came through the door, interrupting a particularly long-winded rant from Snape, Snape cut off and glared at the third year standing in his doorway. "What do you want, Mister Creevey?" he asks softly and Harry felt bad for the kid, that was Snape's angry voice.

Creevey glanced at Harry for a second before turning his attention back to Snape. "The Headmasters and other Champions are waiting for Mister Potter," he says and Snape turned his glare on Harry.

"Pack up your things and follow Mister Creevey," Snape orders and Harry stood, packing up his stuff. As Snape walked passed him, he murmured, "You might want to go collect Aurora from the Library, first."

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Augusta and Neville Longbottom took the two seats opposite their Account Manager, Goldclaw, as the goblin continued with his work. Once finished with the document he was writing on, he placed it on the top of the pile sitting on the edge of his desk and turned his attention to the two people across from him. "Mrs. Longbottom, it is a pleasure to see you just two months after your last visit," he says and Augusta raised an eyebrow at him before giving him a smile.

"My early visit is to see if there are any spells, blocks or compulsions on me or my grandson," she says and the goblin stared at her for a second, "just to be sure after what I heard about Dumbledore."

Goldclaw nodded, pulling two golden quills out of the top drawer of his desk and two blank pieces of parchment off his desk, setting one of each in front of Augusta and Neville. "Prick your finger with the quill and place them on the parchment, they'll begin writing by themselves," he says watching as they both did so.

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Dumbledore wasn't at all surprised to see Aurora trailing along behind Harry when he arrived at the Weighing of the Wands Ceremony, furious that she would dare, but not surprised. "What are you doing here, Miss Snape?" he asks in as pleasant a voice as he could muster and Aurora gave him a very fake, pleasant smile.

"Just supporting Harry, sir," she replies staring at him with blank grey and green eyes. The annoying scratching noise of a quill caught her attention and she glanced towards a blonde-haired twig of a woman in a horrid green dress. "Don't let me keep you from your little Ceremony thing, I'll stay over here and keep quiet." Leaning back against the wall, she let her eyes move over everyone else in the room, nodding her head to the other Headmasters and Champions before her eyes moved back to the blonde woman as her quill begins scratching on her notepad again.

"You don't need to be here, Miss Snape," Dumbledore says and Aurora glances at him, crossing her arms over her stomach.

Harry glanced back at her, sensing the storm of emotions she was hiding under her blank, calm veneer and knowing that she was about to go off on Dumbledore if the man didn't shut up soon. "As my Magical Guardian, my cousin, Aurora, has every right to be here as Diggory, Krum and Delacour's parents do," Harry murmurs, the shocked look on Dumbledore's face made him want to laugh but he remained just as blank as Aurora was.

The scratch of the blonde woman's quill stopped and she glanced over at the two teens before looking back at Dumbledore. "That can't be true," she giggles and Aurora winced, barely suppressing a shiver at the sound. "Your cousin can't be more than fifteen, too young to be your Magical Guardian."

"I'll be sixteen soon, actually," Aurora murmurs pushing away from the wall and moving to stand beside Harry, "I'm emancipated and Lady of a Most Ancient and Revered House. So, I wouldn't go around calling people liars if I was you, Rita Skeeter."

There was a knock at the door and Ludo Bagman arrived with Mr. Ollivander, who bowed his head in Aurora's direction before continuing on to the table and chair set aside for him. "Everyone ready?" he breathes and all four Champions nod, forming a line in front of the table.

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Fred and George were down in the dungeons workimg on the finishing touches to their revenge prank on Ron, hoping that Miss Norris, the stupid cat, stayed away from them. Filtch may not be able to see through Concealment Spells but that evil cat could and she normally lead Filtch right to them at the worst possible times. "Almost done, Forge?" echoed from one end of the hallway.

"Done, Gred," from the other end and then an echoing meow floated down the hall towards the two. "Run Gred?"

"Run, Forge."

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Aurora was spending the rest of her free period in the Library, watching Dumbledore pace back and forth in his office and reading the folder she'd placed inside her book so she could act like she was studying while reading how Bloodshield's investigation was going. 'So far, everyone that has been sent for by the bank has been checked and had nothing on them, it's the ones that have come in themselves that have been the biggest leaps in our case, most notable being, Arthur Weasley.' Aurora paused in her reading to see where the twins were and saw them running through the halls with Filtch close behind. "Expecto Patronum," she breathes watching her Hummingbird patronus take shape and laughing when it did a flip. "Tell the twins to lose Filtch and come to the Library." The patronus bobbed in the air before flitting off in the direction of the twins and Aurora sat back in her chair, casting a Concealment charm on the folder sitting inside the book in front of her when Madame Pince walked out from an aisle close to her. Glancing at the map, she saw that Filtch was running down a tunnel in the dungeon and the twins were coming down the hall towards the Library. "Mischief managed," she hisses watching it return to being a normal piece of parchment in time for Madame Pince to walk past her table. As soon as she had disappeared into another row of shelves, Aurora unconcealed the folder and looked over the rest of the contents of the folder.

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The twins slid into the seats across from Aurora, barely even breathing hard from getting away from Filtch and cocked their heads at her. "What did you need us for?" they ask together and Aurora turned the folder she was holding around, placing it in front of them. "What..." Fred begins when George poked his arm and pointed at the page right below their father's name.

'Arthur Weasley arrived early Wednesday morning with the feeling that something wasn't right and when we informed him of several things that we thought he'd already been aware of, he just looked confused, by the time we were done telling him, he was rather angry. After we got permission from Mr., not Lord, Weasley to run the necessary checks and examinations on him, e found that several potions, hexes, enchantments and mind-altering spells had been used on him and evidence that they were still being used.

All of the potions, hexes, enchantments and spells used are in the list below.

-Amortentia (keyed to Mrs. Molly Weasley nee Prewett) (First administered October 1, 1981) (Weakened by prolonged use)

-Subtilis Imperium (aka Liquid Imperius) (keyed to Albus Dumbledore and Mrs. Molly Weasley nee Prewett) (First administered October 1, 1981)

-Draught of Infertility (Administered every month by Mrs. Molly Weasley nee Prewett) (First administered October 1, 1981)

-Mate Block (Set by Albus Dumbledore) (Block set on October 3, 1981)

-Creature Block (Set by Albus Dumbledore) (Block set on October 3, 1981)

-60% Magic Block (Set byAlbus Dumbledore) (Block set on October 3, 1981)

-Several Memory Blocks (Some Unknown in Origin) (Set by Albus Dumbledore) (Reapplied as needed) (All Blocks set on October 3, 1981)

As we've mentioned, we have removed everything and Lord Weasley is in good health as he recovers from what has been done to him. He will be able to receive visitors in a couple of weeks.'

The twins looked about ready to kill something, or someone, before handing Aurora back the folder and she sent it back to Bloodshield with a snap of her fingers. "Mum started using Amortentia on dad a month before Harry's parents were killed," Fred says to George and Aurora leant back to watch them talk each other through the situation.

"All of those dates are after Uncle Fabian and Gideon died," George answers back, "the Amortentia, especially, was started the next day, as well as the Subtilis Imperium."

They looked at each other for a moment before turning narrowed eyes on Aurora. "Can you get us to Diagon when our dad can recieve visitors?" they ask at the same time and she raises an eyebrow at them.

"Why can't you do it yourselves?" Aurora asks twiddling her fingers as little lightnings danced around her fingertips.

They looked at each other for a second before looking back at Aurora. "We're still underage, they can Trace us if we use our powers to teleport," Fred says as he and George cock their heads at her.

"And," George chimes in, "a little birdie told us that you didn't get your dress robes for whatever they're planning later in the year." Aurora raised an eyebrow at the two of them, tappimg her fingers on the desk. "Something about Twilfit and Tattings not having what you were looking for."

Aurora leant back in her chair and thought about it, while the twins were in Gringott's, and she knew that was where they were going, she could go to Valeria's Formal Wear over by Ollivander's with Hermione and Luna's dresses. Hopefully, she'd find something she thought agreeable to wear anywhere, then she'd be able to coordinate Marcus' robes to match. "Whenever you want to go, as long as it's after class and we'll go," she says standing up from the table and gathering her stuff. "I have Professor McGonagall in five minutes so I'll see the two of you later."

"See you, Aurora," they say as she walks out of the Library.