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Chapter 20
" And you want me to learn all of that?" I asked, my jaw had dropped at the sight of the mountain of books that's piled onto each other lying on the desk in the study.
Now, I was prepared to learn hard and all, but what I didn't realize was that I actually had to learn three years worth of work and still take the tests to see if I understood it all. A lot of work? Yes. Could I do it? Yes. Was I sure about that? No. So was I confident? Not really.
Hermione nodded, her face filled with determination, " Yes, but those are only the first years books."
I could literally feel myself deflate as she said that. So, to ask that question again, was I confident? No. If it took students a whole year to learn their things off by heart, how was I to manage learning three years in the time of four and a half weeks. Right, I could do this.
I hope.
" Oh, great. This will be easy." I said sarcastically, eyeing the books suspiciously.
She chuckled, " You could do it with eyes closed."
I waved my hand, "With ease."
We both chuckled, joking really lightened up the mood. Didn't take away the issue at hand, but help make it seem not so serious. We started moving the books to another table silently; both of us lost in our thoughts.
I put down the last of the books and wiped the sweat on my brow and let out a sigh, " Do you think I could do it?"
She turned around and faced me, her eyes bore into mine as she answered, " Well, I will make sure you succeed."
I smiled, it was a promise. I could do this, hard work was what was required and I wouldn't give up. I will do this, I had to.
Hermione looked around the room, then turned to me, " Well, let's get a move on. "
I walked over to my wooden table, we had moved everything around in the room so that it looked exactly like a classroom, and we even had a blackboard. I sat at the desk, ready to learn.
Hermione paced back and forth thinking about? I DON'T KNOW! But I waited in silence for her to actually tell me what she was thinking about.
She looked at me, inhaled and started, " We have Four and a half weeks," I know, " Three years, " I know, " and a lot of tests to take." Yupp, I knew that too… Shocker. " You have to learn a year a week," Figured that out too, " And have the test next week." Yeah, I kno- WHAT? Never mind, I did not know that. I repeat, I did not know that.
" No pressure." I joked lightly, but she didn't acknowledge it.
" You will have other teachers, not just me. Though I do well in all subjects, the Professors could help you more with the important work. So let's begin." She grinned and so we started.
And so, every day I was at school (figuratively). I had theory from seven to ten, practical until five, and then started revision after supper at seven until ten. After ten o'clock my tutors went home (unless they lived with me) and I was done for the day, though I never really took a break. I usually stayed up until one in the morning doing extra revision, reading, practice or homework, To say I was tired when I woke up again at six would be an understatement, but I didn't care. If I needed to practice until two o'clock in the morning to perfect my magic I would, fatigue be damned. And I did, most nights I made the whole family quiz me on all my subjects and to my shock I got it all right. I liked the feeling of doing something or better yet- knowing something. I guess that coffee and determination actually helped get me through it.
On the first day of school I met all my tutors, Hermione had told the truth about her not teaching me in all of my subjects. I was surprised at how many had taken off time to help me prepare for school.
Transfiguration: Hermione Weasley
Charms: Hermione Weasley
Herbology: Neville Longbottom
Potions: Draco Malfoy
Defense Against the Dark Arts: Hermione and Ron Weasley, Harry Potter
History of Magic: Teddy Lupin
Astronomy: Luna Longbottom
Mrs. Potter joked about how I had the best tutors in England, James just stood up and yelled, " And I am related to most of them." I just shook my head and left, James will be James.
That morning I started with Charms, I was a little unsure of this lesson seeing as I didn't have a wand to cast charms, but my worries were soon demolished when Mrs. Potter and Hermione gave me one that I would be using in the mean time, until I went to go choose mine. It was long, black and was made of Dragon heartstrings and vine wood. Cool, hey? I leaped up with it in the air in excitement, it was only after I had calmed down I noticed that the wand didn't feel right, almost as if my body was rejecting it, but I shrugged it off, what do I to know of wands. Hermione and Mrs. Potter dismissed me for a half an hour and I spent my time waving my wand around and mumbling stupid words under my breath hoping to see something magical. Nothing happened though, no big and bright flash or moving objects, so was I disappointed? Yeah.
Albus laughed himself silly when I visited/ attacked him. All right, I guess jumping on his bed at seven in the morning was not the best way to tell him, but I was excited so shoot me! Wait- don't… Anyway, after prodding him and poking him for a couple of minutes, throwing in a few threats here and there, he finally started to show some enthusiasm (though I suspect he only pretended so that I would leave him alone to sleep- ungrateful). So after three attempts at waking him up after he had fallen asleep, I left and went to go show Lily and James my wand , but they also were busy sleeping and I found myself wondering around the house aimlessly waiting for Hermione to call me for class.
I didn't have to wait long for Hermione to call me and so I skipped into class with a smile on my face.
I took my seat and started the lesson. It was actually first an introduction, but I paid attention and noted all the highlighted things she said. I found myself fascinated by the subject and decided it was my favorite, we went through notes and theories and hand movements, I found them all easy and had a vague sense of déjà vu , but decided to focus on hand movements. Not that it was very exciting anyway. Oh look I am flexing my wrist, now I am rotating my hand! Exciting? Not really.
After Charms I had potions. I don't know what I expected, but well… I don't know. Mr. Malfoy was a mixture between strict and immature. I was perfectly okay with the latter. He would crack jokes and be funny, but would give you this awkward glare if you do something wrong. His piercing blue eyes stared at you- no, your soul- making you want to confess very sin you have ever committed, so I obviously tried to stay clear of that, not that it worked. In our first actual encounter I managed to burn his eyebrows off, the funny thing was that he was still doing an introduction for the subject and we didn't even have the potion ingredients out yet. How I managed to do that I won't tell you, but I did.
After I dived over the table to help him ( he got a shock and fell to the ground clutching his face) I managed to get some of my messed up concoction on a part of his head, half his hair started to disappear. I gasped and covered my mouth.
" I am so sorry." I gasped absolutely shocked.
He carried on clutching his head muttering some words ( I will not tell for your own mental safety) and asked me to lead him to Mrs. Potter for help. I did so without a hesitation. Okay you caught me, I felt extremely guilty. Happy now! No? Alright I also felt mortified to say the least. I led him out the room and planned to sneak him up the stairs to Mrs. Potters room, unseen and unheard. However, life loves me so much! James came walking down the stairs at that moment and stopped dead probably ignoring the silent, " Go away James" I was chanting in my head.
" What did you do?" James grinned over me.
I refused to blush as I met his eyes full on.
" Go away James." I said firmly, but more importantly aloud.
James smirked and that erased all thoughts f him actually listening to me ideas out of my mind. Stupid Aurora!
"So what did you do?" he asked again, clearly not feeling very intimidated.
" Why do you automatically think it's me?" I questioned him, astounded. Really now! Accidents happen around you-okay to you- and automatically they blame you for everything. Yes, I did actually did do this one and no, that's not the point.
He just raised his eyebrow. Okay, if we went just eliminated the fact that I was carrying Mr. Malfoy (who was also was tutor, mind you) who was still clutching his face as the hair burnt off and I was still clutching the deadly weapon ( aka. Wand) in my left hand, he actually had no clues it was me it could have been an accident (wink, wink). So, I guess if you look at the whole picture I know my question was stupid. I helped Mr. Malfoy up the stairs, James helped I guessed.
We both heaved him into the study where James left to find Mrs. Potter leaving me with the injured. I tried to not feel guilty, but it was a little hard when life just hands you wand and a cupboard full of potions. Thanks life, appreciate it a lot. I let out a sigh and sat next to him.
" I really am sorry." I said quietly.
He just nodded not saying anything.
I sighed, " I didn't know that would happen."
He just nodded again. This was starting to sound like a monologue and not much of an apology.
" I promise if you that if you decide to carry on teaching me," more like actually begin to teach me, " I will never use a stick-"
"Wand." He grumbled. I stared at him in shock, he spoke! Now Aurora, don't scare him off.
"Wand, sorry. I will never use a wand in your class without your strict supervision again. I promise." I smiled softly when he just nodded.
" Thanks." I grinned happily.
Mrs. Potter entered with James closely at his heels and a frown plastids on her face. After much struggle she managed to pry his hands away from his face to see the damage done. Oh, that sounded a bit serious. After a quick glance at his face she turned around and glared at James, hands on hips and all.
" You said he was dying." She yelled at him. I turned to glare at him too. Really? It wasn't that bad. The only thing wounded was my pride and his hair( Obviously).
James winced under his mothers glare, I probably looked like a constipated mule. Don't laugh, it is not funny!
" How was I supposed to know the seriousness of his condition from far?" He asked innocently.
I intensified my glare, " you were walking next to us the whole time."
He winked at me, " I know you were wishing we were alone."
" Bluh." I pulled a Oh-SO-SEXY face that just enhanced my constipated mule look.
Mrs. Potter rolled here eyes, " Aurora I think if you leave now you will be in time for your next lesson."
I bid them both goodbye and a final apology, James made to follow me out of the room but was stopped by his lovely , non-red faced mother.
"Now wait just there mister."
James paused half way out the door, I turned around to look at him. He looked at me , begging me to get him out of it and I should. You know, be the better person and all. Kind, considerate, help boys escape the wrath of a mother's temper, I should be all those things. However, tough love is the only way people learn.
I shook my head sadly, " Come on James, he almost died."
And before he could say anything else , I walked away leaving him and his punishment waiting .Man, it felt good.
I walked down the stairs to the Library again, a huge smile on my face. It wasn't as if I was happy getting him into trouble, to be a little honest I was exactly sure why I was happy. I sabotaged my potions tutor(okay I didn't), got James in trouble and still had to study hectically for the rest of the week. Reasons to be happy: I now have stick-wand and… Well, nothing else. I guess life is just messing with my emotions. Thanks.
I strolled to the Library, taking my time and just enjoy the happy feeling in my stomach, I entered the Library and planned on collapsing on the comfy chair in the corner, maybe mess around with my new wand. What I didn't expect to find was Mr. Potter, Ron and Hermione Weasley waiting for me.
Now my first reaction was thinking of every bad thing I ever did. I don't know about you but when people wait for you- without your knowledge- in a room, almost like a confrontation. I didn't like that. I think I might have mention how much I hate people knowing my thoughts. It. Is. My. Thoughts. Not. Yours. I really do not like them. Or they probably wanted to reprimand me for what happened with Mr. Malfoy. I was going to guess the latter.
" I promise you it was an accident." I moaned. Honestly how does news travel so fast?
They frowned, obviously confused.
"What?" Ron asked, absolutely clueless.
Huh?
Maybe they weren't here for that then. Well, I guess they are going to be here for that now. URGG! I really should have just asked first. I never learn do I ? That was a rhetorical question just incase you were wondering .
"Never mind." I said quickly, can I work my way around it?
"What happened?" Mr. Potter asked me suspiciously. I silently cursed myself, couldn't have kept your mouth shut, hey Aurora? I suddenly found the wooden floor interesting.
Pretty floor.
Pretty floor.
"Nothing much." I said quietly, still not looking into their eyes.
Pretty floor.
"Aurora?" Mr. Potter asked getting annoyed.
I looked up in shook, he has never used that tone of voice with me. Ouch! Thanks Mr. Potter.
I let out a sigh. I drew in a deep breath and said quickly, " IkindofhurtMr. Malfoy, butitwasanaccidentIswear!"
Silence.
I looked up at them, wondering why they haven't said\screamed anything at me yet. Oh, great they are mad. Maybe they were going to send one of those evil spells at me, judging by what I had done I wouldn't be surprised if they sent two of those wrong-doing spells at me. It was nice knowing you bottom. I wonder how far I could get before they catch up to me? Maybe out the door? Nah, three highly trained wizards/witch against Miss. Clumsy Aurora, did I mention they had wands, yeah this was going to hurt. OH MY! What if they murder me? Nah, they wouldn't. I would like to think that it was because I am lovable and adorable, but the fact that it is illegal was the truth. But then again, they could get away with it. Hermione was extremely clever, Ron I didn't know very well but he looked as though he could dispose of my body easily and Mr. Potter had an important role in the Wizarding World which is rather useful. So there I was in front of the best criminals in the World.
No Aurora, you are now going overboard with this and thinking that they are a bunch of murderers is not the best way to get or stay in people's good books.
I looked at their confused expressions, great they are busy wondering why they haven't taken me out yet.
No, Aurora!
"What did you just say?" Hermione asked as the rest of them chuckled absolutely dumbfounded by my ability to make things sound incomprehensible.
I frowned, right talk slower, " I said, I kind of hurt Mr. Malfoy."
Their jaws dropped. Right, now all I had to do was jump up and scream, " I'M JOKING!" and then everyone would laugh about it and go on with their daily lives, but no. Murder it be!
" No one lost their lives or was severely injured to the point of no recovery." I assured them. That should brighten up the news.
"What did you do?" Mr. Potter asked still in shock.
I let out a sigh of frustration. REALLY?!
" What is up with everyone thinking that I did something?" I hissed. People honestly think that I go around mixing up strange concoctions to terrorize people as they watch their hair fall out. Oh no, they have figured out my master plan! That was deep sarcasm.
" I didn't do anything- I mean much." I grumbled, Mr. Potter raised his eyebrow and I guess he was right in thinking I had something to do with it. I looked down at the floor again ( Hi my pretty floors, "I had a little stick-"
"Wand." One of them said.
"Wand mishap. But I promise you, it was completely an accident. I didn't do it on purpose, I swear and Mrs. Potter said that he will make a full recovery and that it wasn't that bad." I assured them.
Ron grinned happily and asked, " What happened to him?"
Hermione wacked him.
" I mean, " He fixed his voice so that it was all sober and all, " What happened him?"
I blushed, " You don't want to know." I changed the subject quickly, " He survived! Yay! So how you guys?"
They all raised an eyebrow at me. Good, I fooled them… Not!
" Subtle, Aurora." Hermione laughed.
I smiled sheepishly, yeah.
Thankfully they took my red face as a sign to move on, he survived that was good enough.
"So what we doing today?" I said excited, the smile forming again on my lips.
They all grinned at each other, happiness seemed to be contagious today. Great.
"Well, we want to actually try a new teaching method." Ron grinned at me.
I raised my eyebrow suspiciously. Okay? I don't even know the standard teaching methods, let alone am I able to recognize the normal way of teaching. They now had my full attention.
" Sure, what do I have to lose?" I shrugged, this was going to be interesting.
They smiled at my enthusiasm.
Mr. Potter clapped his hands , " Alright, to the back garden."
I frowned as they all walked out of the library door. Okay, so it is now obvious that we were not using this room. I quickly followed them out the room, hurrying to catch up to Mr. Potter who looked like a man on a mission.
" So what are we doing?" I asked trying (and failing) to sound casual about the whole affair. To be honest I was excited to start with some mind-blowing magic.
Mr. Potter rolled his eyes, " Well, I thought that it was obvious, w are teaching you."
I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm, " Clever Mr. Potter, very clever indeed. I meant to have asked how you will be teaching me?"
He just grinned in his annoying all-too-knowing way and said mysteriously, " You will have to wait and see young grasshopper."
I stopped in mid walk for a second, " Great I am now a bug."
I pulled a face at the end. Really a grasshopper? How cute, adorable, useful, intelligent, clever, witty, humorous- yeah, no.
Mr. Potter flashed me a grin, "It's a muggle thing."
Muggles must have a lot of time if they go around calling each other after bugs, either that or they have a weird sense of humor.
Come here bumblebee!
That sounds lovely, absolutely fitting or offensive, your choice.
We reached the Potters back garden and I grinned happily at the memory of learning to walk here. It only seemed like this morning when they surprised me by letting me go outside. I remembered the happiness and it was felt now too. I knew that it was only a few days ago that I came to the Potters and yet it felt like a lifetime. It would feel strange not waking up to Albus and James fighting, Lily not talking or Mr. and Mrs. Potter reading the Daily Prophet before they went out either to work or friends. A few days was all it took to save me and even though the nightmares came every night I knew that when I woke up in the morning I would be safe again at least until I go to sleep. Most nights I still woke up in tears silently begging for the pain to end, but it wont and I knew that it wouldn't ever (not really). However , as far as the Potters were concerned I was perfectly alright. I was proud to say that when I looked in the mirror I didn't see the sacred, scarred, pale, thin girl who looked like she would pass out if she saw her own shadow or reflection. Instead I saw a girl who was going to be okay, never healed, never innocent but I was going to do this no matter how hard or long it took I was going to free myself, return the fees I owe to the Potters (they deserved that) and make sure I make up for the lives I lost.
This was my promise, my responsibility, my choice.
I turned and grinned at them, my promise shown on my face, " So, what we going to do?"
" Teach you." Ron said simply.
I pursed my lips, " Okay, where should I stand? Hold my sti- I mean wand." I caught myself in time.
" Actually you are going to show us magic." Hermione stated.
I frowned, not knowing what to do. They are supposed to teach me magic not the other way around. Teachers teach, yes? Yes.
" I don't know magic." I informed them.
" Contrary to your belief, you do know magic. You have seen it, felt it, dealt with it." Mr. Potter said.
" I don't-" I started but Ron cut me off.
" You do. It comes naturally, you just need to learn how to control it."
I nodded, I knew how to vaguely control it. I had six years to practice, that has to count for something.
" I think I can do it."
Mr. Potter looked at me suspiciously, " I know you can. I saw it many times."
I frowned trying to think of a time when he saw me doing magic and no incidences came to mind.
" How do you know?" I asked, curious as to when or rather what he saw.
He smiled slightly, " When you first arrived here, you managed to get rid of that vampire with, and I have done research on it, an ancient fire curse, dating back to the eighteenth century. And while we are on the subject why don't you tell us how you actually know that spell."
Silence.
Well, there aren't many things that came make me go speechless, but really this is one thing that can. It wasn't that I wasn't going to tell him, because I wasn't even exactly sure how I knew most of what I knew, but that I had actually done some ancient curse was surprisingly very cool if you know what I mean. Not that I recommend that you should go and start sending ancient curses at random people , because I don't. Don't do it, see I can be responsible too.
I opened ad closed my mouth a few times, probably looking like a deformed fish( just saying), " I am not exactly sure."
Okay , I know this was actually a lie, but it was a little hard to explain and I didn't really feel like giving them some false information. Hopefully they would just believe the lie and move onto some awesome magic time, you know what I mean?
But then you get Hermione, " You know you can tell us anything, right?"
I eyed them suspiciously for a moment. Well Aurora, you have trusted them this long, but there was another vice in my head screaming this was a bad idea, but I ignored him. Come on, trust was good. Right? Anyway, I could just as well test this theory.
" I have a theory. Mind you, it is only a theory so don't put to much faith in it. But, I can remember the basic things." I paused, okay so that wasn't the best way to explain it, " I mean, it's all there, but I don't know," I paused again, " where or who taught me." I saw the blank look on their faces. Okay, some other way then, " It's almost like eating with a knife and fork. I remember when and how to use them, but I can't remember who taught me."
" Oh." They all said intelligently, that was sarcasm just by the way.
Silence.
Well, this got awkward and fast. The adults were all lost in thought and I guess I could say that I was too, what else would I be doing- OH RIGHT!
Pretty floor.
Pretty floor.
See, this is why having floors are important, they are good things to look at when times get awkward and to walk on, make a place look pretty and-
" So how did you know the curse?" Hermione asked.
I swear, all these questions were going to drive me crazy. Calm down first.
" I don't know how I remembered. Maybe my mother taught it to me, maybe I read it somewhere or someone told me. But I don't know, I honestly don't and I didn't actually question anything that night. My main goal was to get everyone out of that house alive." I looked into their eyes, not blinking or twitching. That was the ultimate goal that night and how I remembered that curse wasn't really important, I knew it would kill him and I wanted nothing else. He deserved to die, to feel the pain. I had to live with the nightmares , pain and fear and he was dead. I guess we both know who got the raw end of fate. Him? Please.
" Thank you." Ron said quietly. I looked at him curiously, I didn't do anything for him. I only helped the Potters , not that me going there in the first place was the best idea every(hey, I didn't plan it). Looked into his blue eyes and saw so much of Mrs. Potter, Lily and James in them and that's when it hit me. He was Mrs. Potters brother and Mr. Potters best friend. Friendship, love and loyalty that's what joined them together and without one they aren't whole. A sadness filled my stomach and mind as I thought of my brothers. I knew they were real, the vampires used them many times to try get me and I knew that it was cruel. I wished that I could see them, with all my heart and soul. I wanted to know them, remember them. I want to remember the fights that we had, the arguments, the disagreements and yet I knew that those little , innocent arguments made the happy memories together worthwhile. I just wanted a memory, just so that they didn't seem like a figment of my imagination.
" Aurora?" A voice broke me out of my wishful thinking's. I blink subconsciously a few times, only to realize that tears started to form. I looked away for a moment, pretending to look back at the house.
Breath.
Breath.
Okay, I took in a deep breath. I had to be strong, for them.
" Yes?" I looked back at them all with a smile on my face.
" Are you alright?" Mr. Potter asked softly.
I nodded. Yeah, I was just fabulous, I mean I am jealous of the fact that everyone can remember their siblings and I can't, I was angry that I had them taken away from me and I was sad that they were taken away from me. So, yes! I was totally wonderful.
" Wonderful." I grinned at them.
They looked at me unsurely and I could feel another mushy lecture coming on. I was definitely not in the mood for mushy today.
" So, Magic time?" I asked and grinned at them exciting.
They looked at me suspiciously as if I was putting on an act and was deliberately changing the subject. Please, I would never.
Ron smiled, " Alright. I guess we don't have time to waste."
I grinned, good he fell for my change-the-subject plan, " No time."
Hermione snapped out of her thoughts and agreed, "Now the point of this is not only to see how advanced your magical abilities are, but also to test your control and power. With that we can figure which years, subjects and parts of a subject we need to focus on."
I know understood what they meant by a "new method of teaching".
" I am actually determining my year of practice." I stated.
They smiled.
Okay, so I had to show them my magical abilities. Now there was just one small, minute issue: I had no clue how to do real magic.
I didn't know any fancy words and incarnations. I knew how to do magic and that was only by using my method of producing some butt-kicking magic and I highly doubt that my teachers would their lessons being turned into a musical. Just saying
"So, why don't you go stand in the middle of the garden and show us what you can do." Hermione said kindly. I nodded and turned to walk to the middle of the garden, more like where I thought was the middle of the garden was.
I turned to them and waited for further instructions.
" Alright you can start." Ron bellowed.
Alright, now first things first: Don't panic.
Right, I could do that, I really could. Screw this, I couldn't. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my wand. I knew that it would be fairly useless at this moment, even the wand seemed to be rejecting any sort of magic that I asked it to deliver.
Maybe I first had to think about what I wanted it to do. Alright, nothing fancy just basic magic. I looked around, waiting for inspiration. No one was in need of being healed, well I could always change that… That was a joke, I didn't need another Mr. Malfoy incident again today. There was no one to set fire too, and I am pretty sure that the Potters enjoyed their Mansion. So, I guess that I should just do what I usually do in moments where I don't know what to do. Pretty floors? Ah, no. Not now. Maybe I could throw my want in the air and scream, " Magic!", that would be hilarious.
" Aurora!" Mr. Potter yelled.
" I don't know what to do!" I yelled back. Okay, so I had nothing. Nadda. It wasn't like I was giving up, but between blowing up someone's house, injuring someone and throwing a stick into the air I had nothing.
They all walked towards me and what a long walk it was. I swear it felt like hours. I wasn't sure if I should stay there or walk towards them so I did the obvious.
Pretty floors.
After hours, okay that is me over exaggerating( but it did feel like that), they all stopped in front of me.
" Just do something." They insisted.
" I don't know any magic." I told them bluntly. I really didn't.
Hermione paused, " How did you do it all the other times."
I blushed. Bring on the musical, " Not by muttering random words."
I tried that this morning remember? Yeah, and now you could say that i was the greatest witch ever. No,because nothing happened.
Mr. Potter nodded in new-found understanding, " Do it how you would normally do it."
I smirk a little. How did I know that a musical was on the way? Oh, yeah because it is me. I tried to remember how I did it all those other times to no avail. Usually I needed… Someone to attack me!
Oh, darn. I silently sized all of them up. Now Hermione was out of the question, she was a girl it would be very weird. Mr. Potter was shorter that Ron, but seemed to have quicker reflexes but Ron had strength and speed on him. I wonder…
" Mr. Potter?" I asked.
" Yes?" He said.
" I don't think I can do it." I started, but he interrupted.
"Nonsense, you can." He insisted.
I shook my head, " No, I mean usually in those situations I was forced to defend myself."
He frowned, thinking deeply.
" You want us to attack you?" Ron asked.
I didn't really know if that was what I wanted. We had to do this, but what if I hurt one of them. I knew what happened to those who pushed me into the position of having to defend myself or someone, let HIM be an example. Burnt into ashes, good riddance.
" I wouldn't recommend it." I said slowly.
Hermione shook her head, " We don't have long. We can first try with her natural way of producing magic, be that as it may, and then move on to throwing light curses. If that is all right with you?"
She looked at me. How sweet? No one has ever asked me if they could throw curses at me before. Aww.
I nodded, " Sure. Though I have to warn you, I become very protective of myself when I am in danger."
They nodded.
Brave people.
They turned and walked back to their positions, forming a circle behind me. I tried not to think of my back facing an opponent, be that good or bad.
I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself. I listened to the noises behind me. The trees rustling, the lake where Albus took me that one night was, a bird in a nearby tree, the breathing of my fellow teachers and all the other sounds that nature had to offer.
Focus, I told myself again and again. I tried to find the magic in me, but I couldn't. I tried again and again, but nothing. I started to get frustrated. Come on!
" I can't." I admitted out loud.
I open my eyes. How am I to learn magic if I can't find my magic.
" Do you want to try again?" Hermione asked.
I nodded. I knew that it wouldn't make a difference but I tried anyway. Eyes closed, mind focusing and magic… not there.
" Nothing." I admitted again, getting highly annoyed.
I looked at them all, they all wore identical frowns.
" Do you want to try plan B?" Mr. Potter asked.
Plan B, cool name. Don't know why I didn't think of it. Has a sort of spunk to it.
" Sure." I yelled. This was going to be fun- No Aurora, you must concentrate.
" Alright." They yelled back, slightly nervous.
I shut my eyes , listening to the sounds. Now, I would never recommend you to close your eyes while people shoot spells at you, because of obvious reasons.
So, I don't know why I was shocked when I heard three voices scream, " Stupefy!"
And then the oddest feeling came over me . No, it didn't hurt I am quite alright, if you were wondering. But still it felt really weird. The hairs on the back of my neck started raising and I found myself unconscious, after a few seconds I realized that I was actually unconscious. And that my dear friends was when I started to panic. I reminded myself over and over that it was just a spell and that I was perfectly alright, but that too seemed to grow into awe and excitement. I wanted to learn about it so bad. And with that a new feeling came over me and I was able to open my eyes. My eyes shot open and blinked a few times seeing as I was staring straight into the sun and just wanted to make sure I was actually alright again.
I stood up shaking a little, but you would too after having a spell shot at you by three people , so kick me.
I dusted off the jeans and grinned at them, " My bad."
"Are you alright?" yelled, probably worrying how sweet.
I nodded, " Yupp! By the way awesome spell."
They laughed.
"Do you want to try again?" Hermione asked, I could tell by her voice that she didn't think that this was a good idea.
"Yes." I yelled back. I swear , tomorrow none of us are going to be able to talk.
" We are going to count down this time." Ron yelled.
I nodded, already getting myself ready.
I closed my eyes.
"THREE!"
Took in a deep breath.
"TWO!"
I focused on my feelings.
"ONE!"
I opened my mouth.
"STUPEFY!"
I found my magic.
I knew that I was singing but I didn't pay attention to it. My magic bellowed in the air, the wind started blowing and yet I saw none of that. My magic cracked the air, almost like lightning on stormy nights. It was so close, so powerful and yet calming. An array of colors' filled my eyesight, every color I have every see and imagined. I felt the magic in the trees, the lakes, birds, humans, plants, flowers. I felt the life that filled them, that made them who they are. I felt like I belonged, that nothing could get me. The life flowed into me and I was blissful as though I could fly away from anything that ever tried to hurt me. I was home.
Somewhere in the wind I could hear my name. Someone calling out to me. I tried to ignore them, I wanted to stay here forever, but they carried on getting closer until I recognized it.
"AURORA!" Someone yelled.
I frowned, it sounded familiar.
He called out again and again, each time it became more familiar.
"AURORA!" He yelled, I opened my mouth to answer the man- Mr. Potter!
My head collided with a hard surface.
" Ow." I moaned, clutching my head. Dammit, pretty floors why do you always do this to me!
I felt hands on my shoulders helping my sit up.
" Aurora?" Mr. Potter said softly.
I squeezed my eyes as the pain in my head and back increase, " Yes?"
" Where does it hurt?" He asked softly.
I shook my head, not wanting a fuss, " It's fine."
He chuckled softly. Hey! I am in pain here and you chuckle, thanks Mr. Potter.
"You dropped seven feet in the air and you want to tell me that your okay?" He chuckled again.
I laughed too, I guess that made me seem a little crazy, but already I could feel the pain and dizziness subside in my head, my back not so much.
"I am guessing that it worked?" I asked slightly anxious. It was weird I have done magic on many occasions but never had it felt like that.
" That was far beyond anything I had ever experienced before." He said in awe.
I grinned and opened my eyes, " So you think I can do this?"
He nodded, " You are going to pass with ease."
I beamed happily.
" Now how is your head?" Hermione asked, just arriving.
"It's okay." I said, my head was great.
"Anything else hurt?" She asked again.
" Nope." I lied. Technically, 'anything' didn't hurt, but my 'back' hurt… Like ****.
" I think that is enough practical for today-"She started.
"No, really. I am fine." I stood up, ignoring how dizzy the world got all of a sudden, nowthis will work as long as they didn't ask me to walk anywhere for a few minutes.
" I really don't think so." She said, biting her lower lip. She reminded me a lot of Rose when she did that.
"Please?" I begged, giving her my best puppy dog eyes (James).
After much persuading she finally gave in and we moved onto something much less tiring… The sti-wand.
" Now you hold your wand like this." Mr. Potter informed me, I mimicked him.
"The spell I am going to teach you is really easy, saved my life on many occasions, it is called Expelliarmus and is actually a second year spell." He said.
I grinned, " Expelliarmus?"
He nodded ad stepped back.
"What does it do?" I asked curiously.
He grinned, " Do it right and you will see."
I rolled my eyes, " No pressure then."
He laughed.
Three.
Two.
The door that led outside opened and Albus walked out.
One.
"Dad."
"Expelliarmus!" I bellowed.
Now I am not sure if that was what the wand was supposed to do, but I am sure it does come in handy. The wand flew up into the air, I looked up trying to find it, but the sun was too bright and clouded my vision. Eh, it should come down one day-
Omph.
I turned around, I guess the wand did come down and then I saw it…
My second victim of the day.
Albus was lying spread of on the lawn, his arms and legs spread out, his glasses next to him and he was unconscious.
Oops.
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