As always I do not own Harry Potter.

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A letter from Maggie stopped her from leaving England right away. Maggie wanted to know what she was going to be doing for clothes. Arcane had seven different uniforms for summer ware and three variations of those for winter ware. Twenty one different outfits and she would need multiples of those, and that wasn't all. While Aurora had become something of a clothes snob her wardrobe wasn't anywhere near what the pampered princesses attending Arcane would have. She wouldn't normally be too upset about that but, as Maggie had pointed out, others would care and notice; she didn't want to ostracized from her peers right from the get go. That meant cloaks, robes, dresses, blouses, skirts, hose, stockings, gloves, hats, shawls, and shoes, all in the quantity, and quality Arcane girls would expect. Wizarding high fashion was less about who made your clothes, and more about type of material, thread count, and stitching. The material had to hold enchantments, or be really rare to count for high quality. As for thread count the higher the better. The stitching had to be expertly done in visible patterns, usually involving runes. Color, and design depended on what ever was popular, the time of day and what your were doing for that time, and personal preferences. Hence why Dumbledore got away with his more eccentric taste in clothing.

Maggie had written a list of suggestions for fabrics and counts and then ways to do it themselves with out having to pay an arm and liver to have a seamstress do it for her. Aurora thought she could take it a step further. She had sewing machines and could purchase and fix up an old weaver, if she had to she could get a muggle one and enchant it herself. The potions to dye and treat fabrics was simple to make, and doing the dye the muggle way meant it would stick better to the more magical fabrics. She had been toying already with the idea of going into the forbidden forest for potions ingredients and to collect a few plants she didn't already have, now she had a new reason to go through the forest. Acremantula silk was incredibly rare and best of all held potion infused enchantments forever. It was hard to dye but the simpler muggle dyes might just hold better on it.

Sneaking into the forest was both easier and harder than she'd thought it would be the centaurs who finally caught her didn't have a problem with her hunting the spiders, so long as she stayed off their land, she was warned that 'we will be watching little human'. She set traps to lure the large spiders away from the nests were she could catch, hold, collect and kill, in relative peace. She hunted down those plants needed for potions and few flowering and pretty ones as well. Sneaking out of the forbidden forest was actually harder than getting in. So naturally she was caught. The Man didn't search her but was awfully curious about why she wasn't in school and her parents and what she was doing skulking around a dangerous place. She managed to placate him somewhat, telling him she was homeschooled and had been looking for a bowtruckle as part of an essay her tutor had assigned her. He escorted to Hogsmead and she lost him by slipping into the Three Broomsticks and flooing to Diagon Ally.

She left England quickly after that only stopping at a few estate sells till she found what she was looking for. She quickly and carefully went about selling the things she couldn't afford to be caught with like the cursed bits from Grimmauld place and the spider venom/parts she'd collected while getting the silk. She got a tidy sum from the sells and then went about getting rid of everything else she didn't want. Maggie was glad to have her back in France and complained that the feathered devil hadn't liked her any and that she would never ever watch the pegas's for her again. The kits on the other hand had been adorable and sweet if mischievous. Maggie loved the weaver she'd picked up and squealed over the sewing machines. They wasted no time in getting to work preparing the potions first so they could be promptly added at the appropriate times. The effort was worth the results in the end, and with a few purchases of rolls of uncut high end fabrics, she had an entire wardrobe fit for princess, Included several riding habits for when she took out Nightmare, her lovely pegases whose exact species was still unknown. Potter vault had contain deeds to several properties including a chateau in France, Aurora and Maggie moved in right away no more rent!

Having her uniforms made however meant using school approved fabrics, designs, and stitching. Still buying the Fabric rolls and threads for the stitching wasn't as bad as having someone else do it. They made several each so she'd only have to do laundry once a week and wouldn't have to worry about running out before then. With all of the equipment needed, and either already 'liberated' from Grimmauld or purchased at the bazaar's; she could turn her attentions to furnishing her school room.

She had all the furniture from the vaults and Grimmauld that just needed restored and updated, Aurora just needed a place to put them, and not just carry cases for transport, but for when she got to school. The future boarder had enrolled and paid all the fee's by now and gotten the dimensions of her room at Arcane a smallish cell with a tiny balcony, that had cost extra. While already being able to preform several types of the space expansion charm; that wouldn't be enough space to truly use the room first their was only one public bath/toilet room per floor and about forty girls. Umm NO. So a personal bathroom was a must. In addition to a bedroom. Their were no commons rooms at Arcane Students were expected to entertain friends and guests in their own room. So if the cell was expanded to its furthest with the school had helpfully provided the dimensions of then it would be big enough to turn into a living/entertainment room. Trunks could be used as apartments, but that would look odd and having to go in and out of them would get tiring fast. So maybe a trunk that didn't' look like a trunk? What if it just looked like a door. A big clunky old fashioned door. It took some experimenting and consulting a trunk maker for help but in the end she had four 'doors' to add to her living space the first plain one was a toilet for the guests to use the second would lead to her personal library and office/study space. The third was shaped as double sliding doors made of glass the doors once slid open led to a large kitchen with pantry and bedrooms for the elves. The fourth and most ornate door was two floors the first a large Den with a fireplace and ornate shelves. The fire place and shelving was carefully arranges to disguise a spiral staircase that led to her bedroom off her bedroom was a smallish room to be her walk in wardrobe, that housed her clothes, various accessories and mirrored vanity set so she could sit down and apply make up and do her hair. Also connected to her bedroom was her personal bathing room and toilet. So she wouldn't have to share ever again.

While looking through Melania's Jewelry box she found several hidden compartments containing books. Cook books hand written by Grandma Melania, apparently she'd been somewhat famous for two things her food and her home made perfumes. Instructions for the perfumes were in there own little book. She and Maggie had a wonderful time making the perfumes and putting them in little crystal vials. Between the potter vaults and what she had taken from the Black home there were close to two hundred crystal perfume bottles some had diamonds on them some were in odd shapes but all were beautiful. Aurora and Maggie picked out there favorites filled them the perfumes they liked the most and Aurora packed hers away to take to school with her.

Aurora spent May 27th hidden away mourning. She had originally nicked the time turner on this day. Meaning to go back and save Sirius. No matter what she thought of or what she looked up she couldn't see a way to save him without being seen. Or creating a paradox by interacting with her passed self. But what could she do? She had hidden in wait for the poachers, but what would she do when they came how could she smuggle Sirius out? She had spent so much time preparing for school and trying to live her own life, but how would that help her now? It wasn't like she could smuggle a vanishing cabinet into the department of Mysteries. Could she? How to stop Sirius from going through the vale but still look like he'd gone through. Unless she moved the vale and disguised the cabinet to look like vale? If she could make a trunk look like a door why not? With a new determination she got to work. The time turner couldn't be used for another year after this so everything had to go right.

The Morning of the 27th of May Aurora went into the ministry to register her paperwork for starting to learn the Animagus transformation, and all her school papers to show were she would be attending. It gave her a reason to be here today. Paperwork took forever after all. Once done, she 'got lost' and wondered into the corridor outside the department of mystery's she's called out saying she was lost asking if anyone was around, when no one answered she pulled out her wand cast the spells to make sure no one was just hiding and that she was truly alone, than began to disguise herself. Once inside the death chamber she called for Winky to help they set up the cabinet disguised as the archway set the archway just inside the cabinet so anybody nearby would still hear and feel the archways effects.

Once the Order arrived and fighting started in earnest Winky moved the archway to be sure Sirius would miss it once he was in aurora stunned him for good measure activated the cabinet her Sirius, Winky, and the archway were in the chateau. Maggie and Shell (Melania's ancient elf) took Sirius and began to heal him. Aurora and Winky went back to the ministry and when everyone was out and distracted (might have umm "liberated" a few more items) switched the cabinet and archway. Winky took the vanishing cabinet home once aurora hade walked through it again. They had actually pulled it off. Now they just had to diagnose and treat Sirius, and hope he didn't hate them when he finally awoke.

Diagnosing and treating Sirius was a nightmare. For one they had to keep him asleep, that meant daily nutritional potions, water, spelling out the waste, and applying several charms to ensure his muscles didn't atrophy. The second problem was the shear amount of problems they found then had to diagnose properly. Third was finding solutions his numerous injuries, physical, magical, and mental. They found spells on his mind that been in place since shortly after he'd started Hogwarts. Those had to be unraveled carefully so as not to do more damage.

In the end after all foreign magic had been wiped from his mind, both that from Dumbledore and the Dementers, they used a nifty little toy they'd found in the potter vaults. The 'thing' (they didn't know what it was properly called) looked like a cross between a helmet and a crown and once worn helped you recall and sort your memories very useful for learning occlumancy as both girls had already used it to that purpose. They then began the process of flushing potions from his body, this meant they now had to spell a balanced nutritional soup into his stomach three times a day, and use carefully applied sleep spells on him twice daily. This lasted for a full week. Then potions to fix his malnutrition were spelled into him, along with ones to fix damage to his bones, muscles, and organs. All that work, and they still weren't done. They'd fixed his body, done what they could for his mind, but his magic was still out off. Fixing his magic was trickier. Much trickier, unlike Aurora Sirius' magic was grown and therefore 'fixed' and unmovable. That made moving it, correcting and healing it, almost impossible. The only way to get the core to 'move' would be to agitate it either by forcefully 'adding' some or removing some Sirius would not survive having magic removed from him.

Getting magic to add to Sirius would mean likely killing someone else. Maggie pointed out that there were plenty of bad people out there they could find one bad enough and then who would really care? In the end they found stalked and caught a pedophilic serial killer. They tide him up drained is magic into a crystal decanter which they then purified. Their victim died as soon they were done draining him Maggie transfigured him into some wood and Aurora set him on fire. Nothing would be left. They added the purified magic to Sirius a little bit at a time, one big dump then a steady enough trickle to keep his core agitated while they moved, repaired, and rotated his magic through his body until he was fully healed they then cut off the flow of new magic preformed a small modified ritual originally meant to force a child into magical maturation early. All they could do then was wait and see; if it took his magic would once again became fixed and do so healed and whole once more. They removed the occlumancy helm, and waited for him to awaken.

Sirius awoke slowly, feeling groggy. The world spun and he didn't know where he was or how he got there. His own memories came to him slowly, with horrifying clarity he saw himself sorted into the wrong house, friendless after some upper years told the other students how dark his family was. He had hated it, he hadn't fit in, and his letters home begging to be withdrawn were ignored. Finally when he'd just wanted to run away Dumbledore had called him to his office, Sirius had thought his family had come for him at last, but that wasn't the case Dumbledore had stunned him and when he'd awoken he hadn't remembered being stunned or how badly he'd wanted to go home he'd been introduced to James Potter and Dumbledore had told him that now he'd made a real friend things wouldn't be so bad. They hadn't been either people in his new house had been nicer and gradually friendlier. His family hadn't written except to convey how they were disappointed in his choice of friends. He'd become angry with his family and the anger hadn't faded. When he got home he'd fought with his family. They'd yelled at each other and his father who'd once doted on him ignored his existence his mother had been unreasonable and distant only now he remembered pushing her away and yelling and calling her names. His situation with his family had gotten worse and worse, exasperated after every school and every meeting with the headmaster, until finally he'd run away from home not spoken to any of his close blood relations again. What had he done. Oh merlin, his goddaughter, the night James and Lily had died Sirius had shown up and found little harry dead too only the little tiny baby Lily and James had recently adopted had survived and Dumbledore had been placing odd spells on her. Dumbledore had turned his wand to Sirius and when he'd regained conscious thought all that'd matter had been finding Peter. Now that he could think about it, it was so strange that people who'd barely wanted children to begin with had a adopted at all let alone in the middle of a war. Since he'd met 'Harry' since escaping Azkaban, he could guess what had happened that darling little girl.

His feelings for James were confusing on one hand Sirius had spent most of his life loving the man on the other hand James had been a bullying bigoted ass. James' natural charm and casual bigotry toward everything dark had helped delve a big wedge between Sirius and his Hogwarts age cousins and later Sirius' baby brother. James had made him godfather to Harry, and the daughter they'd dubbed Hope. James had discouraged him from making long term commitments that might have led to Sirius having a family of his own. While some things lingered uncertainly in his mind others were clear, He would never trust Dumbledore again and he needed to find some of his cousins and see if he could make things right. Had he let blood traitor, thieves, and worse Dumbledore into his family home? He had.. "Kreature!"

"Nasty Master is alive, such a shame Kreacher be most disappointed."

" Kreacher stop. Kreacher I want you throw any order members still in Grimmauld out. And close the house up"

"Gladly" Kreacher squealed in delight and was gone before the traitorous son could change his mind.

Sirius snorted even as he started to take a good look around decided to explore a bit, clearly if he wasn't dead yet his hosts didn't want to kill him. He was in a small room, a twin bed pale green walls white trim and white covers on the bed the side table was loaded down with potions and charts. The charts outlined his treatments his potions and cleaning schedule mildly embarrassing that. While he wasn't in St. Mungo's or any of the other major hospitals, this might be a private practice which would explain the homey feel. Only one way to find out. The door outside opened with a turn of the knob, and Sirius Black stepped into a short hallway one end had stairs leading down and padfoot followed them. The animagus's hearing took him to the kitchen. Two girls were cooking lunch, dragon soup by its smell. He stopped to listen to their gossip when his name came up.

"Do you think Sirius will wake up today?"

"He should, Why you nervous?"

"Of course I am. He could hate me"

"He wont"

"He could, I'm not the child he wanted, am I?" Sirius frowned, "I have to tell him that Harry died, and the child he's been spoiling is really me. And if that's not enough we have to tell him what we did to keep him alive"

"Or you could leave the files you've been keeping by his table to be read when he awakes," Sirius tried not to laugh as both girls whirled around. "As it happens, I really like being alive and hope whoever you killed to keep me that way deserved it." Really he needed a camera the look of horror on their faces was priceless.