Hello!
Here is Chapter no. 2 (obviously), thanks for all the reviews for the first chapter, it was really sweet! :D

Here is a look into the strange mind of Aurora, hopefully you like her and her not-so-sane-or-calm-mind. This chapter is fairly serious, but please keep in mind that she is surrounded by random people... A little un-easiness might be a little understandable right now, right? yes.

But do enjoy! :D

Chapter 2

Auroras POV

There was darkness everywhere I looked. Left, right, up, down. Everywhere, but for once I was okay with it. It didn't feel like I in the dungeons, maybe I was dead. Yup, defiantly dead. However, I was okay with it; the part that I wasn't okay with was when the darkness got lighter. Almost like watching, the suns come up. That part terrified me.

Slowly my body stopped being numb, I felt pain in my neck, which was, I supposed, for my neck injury. Then one by one, I became clear of all the parts of me that was hurt. Did I like that? Nope, not at all, I was bloody terrified.

Maybe I was dead, and the pain was just a memory. That would be all right with me if it wasn't for those voices. Wordswas stuck to soft to understand, but still enough to make you feel that you weren't totally alone. They would come and go, but I would be waiting to see if they come back, they always did. Maybe I grew crazy over time, but I found myself thinking of the weirdest things…

Motorbikes in a scrap yard, squirrels chasing dogs, I even thought of how a pig and a dog would look together, would it be called a 'pog' or a 'dig' or what about a whale and a pig I could call it a 'wig'. And I actually enjoyed it. Strange? Yes. Might be going crazy? Most definitely.

Again the quietness took over, not even my own thoughts could entertain me. So, I found myself straining to feel my body, conquer the numbness. I don't know how long I wandered around in the darkness trying to feel where I thought my hands or ears were. At some parts I couldn't help but think how foolish all this felt. Here I was trying to find my eyes, that was obviously something that most people do in their free time. After who knows how long I gave up, I just had to trust that my body knows what it was doing. So I was, waiting, for heaven only knows what. But I fell in the familiar pattern again of just waiting around calmly, allow whatever light to come through.

"We fetched the potion." A manly voice said out in the unknown.

A potion, I wonder what kind of potion he fetched…

WHAT!

That voice it was so close, almost as though it was next to me. I had to find him, he was my way out, he was the way to the light. I searched my body for where there was light, where it wasn't heavy. I found a spot and tried to move it. I begged it, pleaded.

I felt a strange tingle and took it as a good sign, anything tingling was a good sign, right?

"Is it just me or did anyone else see her finger move?" The voice asked a little hysterical.

I laughed. It was working; I travelled upwards to the voice and found the heaviest part. It felt as though it was trampled by… Wig's.

I fought so hard against the numbness that I didn't hear the reply. Trying to find all the light spots and move them, while trying to open my- what I think is eyes.

I hardly heard the enthusiastic voices cheering me on in the background…

I pushed and pulled my way out of the dark… until I saw the light. I urged myself towards it, almost there.

My eyes shot open. The light burnt my eyes; I blinked again allowing my eyes to adjust to the lighting. A ceiling, a white one. I was confused. Wait confused doesn't even begin to explain how I felt. Was this a dream, was I alive or was I dead. I felt a soft thing under my head; my back wasn't hurting anymore as it usually did when I woke up from a sleep. But something didn't feel right. Wasn't I supposed to be in a dark cell, lying on the floor? Wasn't it supposed to be so dark that I couldn't even see the outline of my own hand or anything, for that matter? The cell was cold and the floors was hard ad rough, not bright, warm and comfortable…

There could only be one explanation for this situation and my head seemed unable to comprehend it: I escaped. But it was impossible, however I managed. I did the impossible. I tried to remember how I got here, but everything seemed way to blurry to understand. I remembered escaping, but from there it went foggy. However, I felt as though I was forgetting something, some very important. I blinked slowly, testing if this was real, maybe I didn't make it. I escaped and they killed me, about time if you ask me. If this was how it felt to be dead, I would have popped in here awhile ago. I decided: I was dead and yet it was the most content time of my life. The light was so bright it hurt my eyes, that was so used to the darkness and yet I could not bring myself to close them. I felt an odd sensation at my bottom half, but couldn't find it in myself to try to figure it out. Some would call it being scared, others paranoid but me, fine I was scared. Scared that this might be a dream, that I was still stuck I the dungeons back those filthy little… I trailed off; no I wasn't going to think about that now. I was at peace, I was alone.

That's what I thought.

Someone cleared his or her throat in the room, I paused I mid thought. Was I imagining it or was that real? I turned my head in the direction of the noise, slightly curious. Five people stood there and were watching three men, two women and me.

The eldest, green eyes, long messy black hair and bespectacled with round glasses and rather scrawny. He seemed to be the leader in all this; I could tell by the way he carried himself. The second eldest probably his son, had hair long, curly jet-black hair, eyes brown, with a mischievous gleam it them. The youngest of the boys had long black hair, which was just as messy as what I am going to suppose is his father, his eyes were brilliant bright green, he too was bespectacled and was lean, not scrawny, but not so tough either.

The other two in the room were girls. The one, who I am going to guess, is the mother, had long red hair that reminded me of the flames I would see all the time. However, it wasn't the destructive kind, more of the kind that would keep you warm in the winter. She had kind, warm brown eyes and I immediately didn't trust them. The other girl looked just like her but younger, obviously. Her hair was a little shorter than her moms. She too looked kind and harmless, but they were staring at me. Great! They probably want me as a little snack too. I forgot about asking questions like the usual 'who are you?' or 'what do you want?', I lied, I never ask those questions, my natural defensive instincts kicked in. I sat up quickly, wanting to get up, but I couldn't, I was too weak. I was already paying for my sitting up. My ribs hurt, along with my head, I honestly doubted if I was going to be able to get to the door without fainting. I grabbed my head in hope that it would stop the world from spinning, but it didn't want to work. The strangers moved forward at the sight of me clutching my head and I immediately raised my fist, ready to hit one of them if they even so much as come a step near me.

"Whoa. Easy there. See no wands." The oldest man pulled out his wand; one like mama had, and threw it to the side onto a couch. Idiot, what if I attack? "See I am not going to hurt you."

I glared at him, forget being kind. Who was he trying to kid? I have been tackled before, yeah let me tell you one thing, magic isn't the only thing that can hurt like hell, I swear I still had the bruise.

He ignored my glare, "We just going to give you a potion for the pain, okay? That's it."

The woman walked forward, but with the spinning there seemed to be three of them. I narrowed my eyes to see which one is real. I will kick them, I promise and I am not afraid to follow through with it.

She was in front of me now, holding a spoon of what looked like a thick purple paste. I wrinkled my nose. Hey no, was I going to drink to my own death. Hasn't anyone ever told you that you do not accept strange and colorful concoctions from random people? Because they are right, it is highly dangerous.

"Not poison, eh?" I asked eyeing it suspiciously. Did they honestly think that I was going to drink that.

"I promise you. You can trust me." She said gently. I looked at her; it was kind of hard with everything spinning. People have said those two sentences many times and look how well that turned out for me. Talking about which, I must come up with an escape plan. They were block the door, so that was out of the question. Fighting them off could be an option, but I didn't exactly feel like fighting, head hurting and all and besides, five against one, not a good match, really.

She probably took my silence as a no and added, "It will also help with the spinning."

I looked at her and raised my eyebrow, " The spinning I can deal with, drinking to my own death is not something I show much excitement for."

I knew I was being really dry about all this, but I was in a room with strangers. I didn't care if they were good or bad, I wanted out. I was sick of being kept in one damn room. OH, the windows! It was closer , but they were closed and I was sure how high it was. Drink to my death or fall to my death? I will go as long as it is on my terms.

" It isn't poison." She stated calmly acting as though this was an everyday occurrence and maybe it was, they probably tricked people into killing themselves… Yes! That makes sense, less bloody and far more sufficient.

I eyed her and said sarcastically, " Right and you vampire spies do everything in your nature to help the prisoners recover and heal. Hmm, I have now heard everything."

They all looked at me funny. See! I caught onto them and here they thought that I was an utter idiot who lived in a cage. PUH-LEASE! I have more knowledge in my pinkie than all the vampires had together and no it wasn't being vain, it was telling the damn truth.

" Vampire spies?" He eldest man asked confused.

Was this person for real?

"Okay, I know what you're doing and you expect me to be stupid?" I asked them, giving them all my sass. They can go report this back to their Head and maybe then they could get me out of this life.

" What?" They all said utterly shocked.

I rolled my eyes ,"I won't fall for it. So you can go tell which ever bloodsucker that is in charge of you to go step in the sunlight for all I care."

The old man, yes that is his name until something better comes along, stepped forward, " We honestly don't know what you are talking about," I opened my mouth to say something but he beat me to it, " We don't work for any vampires or are we any and we could show you right now."

I raised my eyebrow, calculating them. Seeing if this was a diabolical plan or death trap, I couldn't exactly see a way that this could be a trap and besides, I might not be able to walk, but I can still manage a good kick.

" Alright." I nodded, but thought I should throw in a warning, " But, attack me and I will kick you."

The second eldest grinned, " You can hardly move."
" Forget being almost disabled, I can still throw a good punch." I informed him truthfully.

The eldest man was still deep in thought, probably thinking of how to trick me, but that wouldn't work, I still had the window, sure it was closed, but there was also a lot of solid stuff to throw in this room and I will get to the height problem when I get to it.

He clapped his hands and smirked, apparently proud of his plan, " Vampires can't do magic."

"Bravo." I said sarcastically, "I am now utterly convinced that you are not an evil blood bank stalker now."

He ignored me and carried on, though I could see both the other boys try to hide a smile. Told cha, I was funny.

"What if I perform magic for you?" He asked.

How considerate, it isn't everyday that I am asked if I will allow my enemy to have a deadly weapon in his hands, I thought about it and finally said, " Sure, but not on me ,I am sure you can tell the difference."

He walked over to his wand and I immediately tensed, waiting for some impact.

"He isn't to hurt you." The little girl said quietly, I looked at her to see who she was speaking to and to my surprise it was me. I looked at her and swallowed, nodding.

"Not every time that I have been in the presence of a wand had it been very beneficial for me." I muttered, eyeing the wooden stick.

Stupid stick.

The old man eyed me suspiciously, " Are you sure that I must can use a wand ?"

How sweet, he asked…

But I was tired, hungry and sore, I wanted this over and done with be that pulling out my window escape or not.

"Let's just get things cleared up now. " I swallowed, silently happy that my stomach was empty otherwise this would have turned into a very messy situation.

He nodded and murmured something that I couldn't hear and all of a sudden beautiful colors started erupting from the wand. So magnificent that I think it was the first time that I was ever lost for words. Now that doesn't happen a lot, so don't expect me to do it often. I stared at the whole room as it started morphing from one color to the next, it was as though this was a dream, but I knew it wasn't…

"OH-MOTHER-FATHER-SISTER-COUSIN- BROTHER!" I bellowed, the colors stopped abruptly. The whole family stared at me in shock at me 'strange' outburst. It my dear friends was not a 'strange' outburst, it was an understandable outburst. They were telling me the truth, everything they said…

OH CRAP!

I put my head in my hands , mainly because of the dizziness and the embarrassment. I was the biggest idiot ever. I deserved to be killed, honestly here I was accusing a random family , who were being nice of being a bunch of vampire spies.

"I. Am. Such. An. Idiot." I said slowly to myself, unable to comprehend it.

"No you're not." One of the boys comforted me.

How strange? You see, they are being nice, genuinely and I was acting like such a – well, yes. Whatever word came to your mind first.

"Thanks and all, but I really am." I mumbled and in my stupidity I realized something and panic filled. Stay calm in bad situations they say and they are right, there absolutely no reason my you should over-react in tough situations, but this is not one of them.

"If you guys aren't vampires or working with them, then who are you?" Cue massive over-reaction, "WHERE AM I? WHERE ARE THEY? WHAT DAY IS IT? WHAT TIME IS IT? AM I A PRISONER AGAIN OR AM I FREE? WHY DOES MY THROAT HURT SO MUCH? WHO ARE YOU?"

I know that I was probably freaking them out, but I was hysterical with good reason though, I think I had it in my right to do so, just saying. I was in a random house with random people and random injuries, I will scream as loud as I need to until I have made myself exhausted.

"Okay, just calm down, alright. We will explain everything." The older woman comforted me.

Did it look like I needed comfort? I needed bloody answers or that dodgy headache potion… Nah, I wasn't that desperate yet. I was fine with answers and sleep, I need that too.

"Just breathe, okay." She whispered reassuringly to me. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes or glare, both equally effective. I mean what did she think I have been doing? And don't you dare say that this is the hysteria talking, because IT IS NOT… Okay, maybe a little/ a lot.

"Are you okay?" The youngest of the boys asked me, his brilliant green eyes shining with worry. I looked at him for a moment wondering why he looked so familiar… Probably nothing.

"I am amazing, can't you tell?" I asked him, a little sarcastically I must admit.

All right, I was over reacting. Do what the woman said and deep breaths.

In…

Out…

In…

Out…

Immediately I could feel the difference, I carried on doing my breathing exercises. I wouldn't get answers by screaming and besides, this might not be such a bad thing, it might even be very good, I hope?

I looked at the ceiling and calmed down, arranging my questions in order ,which was hard I have to admit, each one seemed a lot more important than the other and some more irrelevant than the others. They all stayed quiet, well I think, I wasn't exactly paying attention to them.

I let out a deep breath and risked my sanity to look at them, each of them seemed normal, no weapons aimed at anything or me, off to a lovely start I say. I pursed my lips, "I apologize for how disrespectful I acted, I just thought you were working with THEM. I didn't mean to act like a complete," I tried to think of a work that was suitable for the way I acted, but wasn't rude to say in front of an adult.

"Let's stick with cow." The second eldest laughed and I narrowed my eyes, until I reminded myself that was how I did act.

"Yes, a cow, I was just- Urg, sorry. I just really hate them; I didn't mean to act like that to you. So I am sorry." I frowned, that sounded like an apology.

The adults shook their heads and the old woman started reassuring me, "Don't worry, we understand completely. It must have been a big shock in the first place just being in an unfamiliar place and you were confused it is completely understandable."

The old man step forward, holding his hands, "Why don't we start with introductions?"

I nodded, that would answer my 'Who are you?" question and it would be nice to refer to them by their name and not 'The old man' and 'The old lady'.

He smiled and started, "I am Harry Potter."

The mother stepped forward, "Ginny Potter."

The eldest of the sons stepped forward, "James Potter, also known as The Magnificent."

I gave a nervous smile. It was funny, don't get me wrong, but I was a little bit out-of-place at the moment, but he say it and grinned to himself, obviously happy with himself.

The youngest boy stepped forward, with a kind smile on his face, "Albus Potter, at your service"

I gave a weak chuckle, they seemed friendly enough, but I still had the odd feeling in my chest. They all looked at me strangely, when I chuckled, probably thinking that I wasn't capable of such softness and delicacy.

The youngest of all of them, the girl, step forward and gave me a kind smile, one that I returned, "Lily Potter, the one in charge of keeping these two from burning down the house."

I laughed; she had a smart mouth on her. I liked her already.

Mr. Potter (see I am capable of manners) looked at me, "And you are?"

"Aurora." I muttered, that was all that I could remember. I tried to think of my surname, but it was blank. I shook my head; no, I was just being paranoid. It was this whole situation that was messing with my head, I needed answers and fast, "Where am I?"

James grinned happily, "The Potter manor, best house in the world."

I nodded, okay, destination: tick, moving one.

I blinked, my headache increasing, " And I got here how?"

Silence.

Well, that was weird. Weren't they going to tell me or did they expect me to beg and plead for answers, because that will not happen, not now, not ever. I didn't get on my knees for nothing and no one, I would like to keep what little dignity I had left, thank you very much.

"You don't remember?" Albus asked curiously.

I frowned, what? I remembered everything, but the parts that were fuzzy, that I was saving until later, not in the mood to do some hectic thinking and truth searching. "What did I forget?"

Mr. Potter was now deep in thought as I looked between the family urgently, what happened?

Mr. Potter stared at me as if seeing if I was being honest or not, after a while he spoke, " Well, you sort of saved us."

I spluttered, "What?"

Now I was absolutely confused. How could I save them, if anything I would have most likely gotten them into trouble? I shook my head, the dizziness coming over me again. URG! I MUST STOP THAT! I closed my eyes. This wasn't real, it couldn't be. Saved them? No, I couldn't save anyone and my past was proof of that. This was all a dream. I am caged, I am a slave, not a hero. I am in the dungeons locked away from humankind, not in a sunny room with a family. I was kidnapped, tortured, imprisoned, beaten and bruised, but not a savior. Everyone who encountered me was killed, they didn't believe in erasing someone's memory. They were brutal, unfair and cruel.

Mr. Potter could see I was having an inner battle with myself and decided to interrupt my thoughts. "Let me tell you what happened before you go all, who did you put it? Oh, yes, cow on us."

I blushed, true.

He told me about how I showed up, how distressed I was and needed to get away. How when He showed up I would not budge in letting him kill the family or how the Potters wouldn't let me go with the old vampire. Mr. Potter told me about Him teasing me about my family, how they died. Then it all came to me. The memories or the blurry, foggy stuff in my mind, pick one.

I closed my eyes and whispered, "Then he disappeared and grabbed the girl, Lily, you all were so scared. " They all listened to me, all of them quiet. "But eventually they stepped out of the shadows, the vampire," I added for their sake, "had your girl, but she was brave and I knew that I couldn't have let her die, well not for me anyway. I saw the broken pieces of wood from the bookshelf on the floor and knew that I couldn't just pick it up without drawing more attention to me and my plan. So I spoke to you," I looked at Harry Potter, " I knew you would not allow me to give myself up without me telling you my plan, also because though I knew that Lily would freeze once she was out of his grip and that would have turned disastrous." I shivered, "So I made it believable, made you fight to keep me from going to him and made you push m to the floor. This provided me with a chance I needed to slip the wood up my sleeve and to use it to stop him. As I walked forward I told Lily that she must be ready, that she must be brave and she was," I smile at her before that faded and I became lost in my memories again. "But it didn't go as planned. He was stronger than I had thought and lot better fed. I was soon stuck, I wanted you to run, and if anyone tried to help, he would have used that as my weakness. So, I did whatever I had to do to keep all help away from him. He bit my throat, "I shuddered and subconsciously touched the injury that was bandaged up. " I heard voices and knew I wasn't dead yet, I remembered my job and my duty, I didn't have the power or energy to talk to any of you, to tell you to keep him distracted, but you didn't need any of that."I grinned at the boy, Albus, "'a despicable, cruel, stupid, brutal, sun-fearing bat' pity I didn't think of that. That was all I needed and the fact that he was threatening all of you was enough to give me power. I stabbed him, but still needed answers."

I faded of there, remembering what he said about That night, there hadn't been one moment that they didn't drowned me with the guilt of that night. The bad thing was that after a while you start believing it, it was almost like hypnotism. I remembered my version of the story, but they tell you a different story repeatedly until you start questioning your version. It messes with your head and your heart.

" How come you're not a vampire?" He asked, watching me like a hawk.

I frowned, " Didn't you know?

His facial expression changed from calculating to curiosity, " What?"

I opened my mouth to tell them, but closed it. Should I? I didn't know them, so that could be like trying to shoot myself in the foot, if you know what I mean. However, it couldn't exactly hurt, could it? I mean, it wasn't that important. Then again, I also owe them for helping me. I didn't like owing people, mainly because I had nothing to give them… At all. This was different though, I could give them knowledge, that is (for me) one of the most expensive things you could give someone… Oh, didn't that sound poetic.

(Insert imaginary applause)

"You don't have to say anything." Mr. Potter reassured me, probably thinking that he insulted me due to my silence.

I shook my head, "No, it's okay. I was just wondering…" I trailed off. I should and with that I did, "It isn't as hard as you make it seem, just the opposite really. When you stake or kill a vampire they turn to ash, right?"

I looked at them, just making sure they understand. I wasn't trying to insult their intelligence or anything, but I wasn't exactly about how much they knew about vampires. They all nodded in agreement. All right then.

"Exactly that. Everything of theirs turns to ash, anything that has any bodily function or once belonged in or on their body such as an arm or stray leg. It is still theirs, therefore it turns to ash."

Mrs. Potter was looking at me absolutely ecstatic, "So, you are saying that there is actually a cure for vampire venom."

I shook my head, not having explained that part. I could feel my eyes getting heavier. What? All this excitement today does actually get to me.

"It depends on how far they are with their transformation, you have to catch it before it spreads too far and even then it doesn't usually work. The only problem is that when you are bitten you sort of become paralyzed in a way, you can't move or think properly." I explained.

Albus frowned, "But you were able to move and all and you were bitten."

I tried to blink away the sleep, "Yes, but my body was able to defend itself from the… poison."

He carried on looking at me funny, "How?"

Before I could even answer Mrs. Potter gasped, "You were bitten before, it is the only way that makes sense."

I pursed my lips before nodding, "Yup, but they tore the vampire apart and burnt him until he was ash before the venom had spread to the point where it would have been impossible to cure."

I focused on the ceiling instead of the memories of the numerous times that I had been bitten and the deaths and punishments that followed. I let out a great yawn, feeling absolutely exhausted.

The family broke out of their silent thoughts and regained their normality.

"You should have your potion and then sleep." Mrs. Potter said kindly, grabbing the dodgy potion again.

NO! SAVE ME… Never mind my head was killing me, I would down my killer drink. I eyed the strange concoction as she poured in into a huge metal spoon. If I said that it looked better once it wasn't in such large quantities, I would be lying most definitely.

" Not poison?" I asked her warily, still not sure of the potion, but my head hurt, I would drink anything at this stage.

She put the spoon into my mouth, not answering (how reassuring), and I can honestly say that the taste hit me first. I swallowed and the coughed. It was awful, absolutely awful. My whole mouth and throat felt as though there were flames creeping around, up the sides and to the corners of every area.

"Yummy.' I said sarcastically, coughing hectically. Yes, it wasn't an eye-pleasing sight, but at least I didn't spit it out, though I will admit that it was one of my many options at that stage.

She chuckled.

Albus spoke and I looked at him.

"Glad you like it, you have to take it again in another two hours." He said cheerfully.

"What?" I moaned. "You're lying, right?"

I prayed I wouldn't ever have to drink that stuff again. Though my head was better, the horrible taste was still there… which was worse, much worse than a stupid headache.

"No mam, it is my job to tell you the truth and only the truth." He said pompously with a hand over his heart, but trying to hide a smile that was creeping along his lips.

I laughed. They all turned to stare at me and just like that I remembered that these were strangers, sure we introduced ourselves, but that doesn't make us best friends. They were still strangers, with names, but still strangers. I tried to act as though I was perfectly at ease and didn't care, but I was really, really nervous.

Lily walked over to me with glass of water, "Not the nicest after taste." And handed me the water, I gave a friendly smile and took the water from her with a nod of agreement. Like I said these were strangers so obviously I still inspected the water. My eye was against the glass when I decided that it was safe to drink.

"Thanks," I said, the family ignored my water inspection and carried on. I took a sip to see if it was safe, I paused, well I wasn't dead and gulped the rest of it, welcoming the soothing taste it gave my throat. Once I had finished the water and they took it from me, I thought it better to ask the next question, hoping to put my mind to rest.

"What happened after I got my answers? Everything seems blurry from there on." I admitted, scared of what they would say or what I would hear.

There was a slight paused, they all looked at me curiously, until Mrs. Potter answered my question, "You staked him and, I don't know how you knew how to, but you set him alight."

There was a slight pause as I registered what she said, I staked him- yes, I set him alight- yes, he burnt to ash-yes…

"So is he dead?" I asked them, a little scared of the answer. If he were still alive, I would have to run. Never stopping, never being free and if he was dead, if he was truly dead...I couldn't bring myself to think about it.
"He is dead, ashes are taken care of. He is gone, forever." Mr. Potter said softly.

He's gone. I repeated the words to myself over and over. No more blood taking days, no more crying in the dark, no more nights where I can't fall asleep because of the pain, no more deaths around me and no more him.

Before I could stop myself I was crying, "I am free."

I laughed, "Free."

I felt arms around me and I embraced them for once. I allowed myself to feel comfort and before I knew it, I was asleep again. Either from exhaustion or of the potion I do not know, but I was free.

SOooooo?

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Do you think that i portrayed the characters correctly? What do you think of Aurora and her i-will-hit-you-i -am-warning-you-now kind of personality? :D

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