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Here is Chapter 23! :D

I really hope you enjoy this chapter, it was fun to write, especially a certain examination supervisor! HEHEHEHEHE!

Anyway, it is rather short but i want to post it and lacked the patience to wait for it to be finished, but i swear the real story will start soon, i to am getting rather excited for our favourite place (HOGWARTS) and i promise you that you will be absolutely thrilled with the ideas i have! :D Just saying! *Wink, wink*

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PLEASE READ THE Authors Note at the bottom it is EXTREMELY important! Hehehehe! Now on with the story!

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Chapter 23

I don't know what I thought the library would look like once I opened the door, but I did not expect it to be so…

Empty.

The extra tables and chairs were gone only leaving one large wooden desk, two chairs facing the blackboard and a gigantic grandfathers clock in the corner. Sure, that doesn't make it sound empty, but what about the fact that there were no books? How odd.

I looked around at the numerous amounts of empty bookshelves missing thousands of GLORIOUS books ( the HORROR). I observed the shelves wondering where the hell could you hide all those (magnificent) books and why the bloody hell would you, it must have been such an unnecessary amount of energy wasted. I looked closer until it hit me. They probably weren't gone, invisible maybe, but not gone. See, my intelligence is superior!

MWAHAHAHA!

I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, not quite sure of what I was supposed to do, I looked at clock to see that it was ten past…

See, if push comes to shove, I do posses the ability to be early (insert smirk). Just don't expect it to happen often, it is way to tiring. Just saying.

I looked around the room again, getting a little uneasy and bored, and you know that a bored Aurora was a foul tempered Aurora with absolute no patience.

I let out a sigh of frustration and spent my time pacing around the room ( it doesn't deserve to be called a Library due to the lack of visible books), reciting all my notes (aloud) and wondering where my supervisor was.

I was half way through my History of Magic notes when I heard fast coming footsteps coming my way, I paused in mid-step, staring at the door. A harassed looking lady burst through the door, her mousey colored hair all over the place and red blotches on her cheeks. She let out a gasp for air and leaned against the door frame, I stood unsure of how to help her. After a few seconds of huffing and puffing , she turned to me, " I know, I know I am late."

With that she straighten herself and walked towards the black board still clutching her loose papers, file and envelopes placing them on a small table in front of the blackboard. She patted her hair, trying to flatten the fly-aways, to no avail, she seemed to realize this and let out a huge sigh of frustration. After a few moments of her muttering under her breath she turned to me and put on an enthusiastic smile. She marched over to where I still stood and grabbed my hand, shaking it viciously, " Professor Covey at your temporary service."

"Aurora, I guess temporarily in your presence." I smiled back, still a little unsure of this lady. You would be too, so don't look at me with that criticizing face of yours.

She laughed hard (which to be honest scared me, seeing as it was a lame joke), but then grew serious, " Now I can tick of introductions off my list."

And sure enough, she pulled a sheet of parchment from her pocket and ticked off ' Introductions', she scanned the next item which from what I could tell ( reading upside down) was ' Rules of exam', she read it quickly, paused, thought hard about it for a moment before clapping her hands enthusiastically, " Alright, rules."

She walked away towards the black board and motioned me to sit, I did so, still not quite sure of this Professor Covey's emotional stability. Just saying.

Professor Covey looked deep into space before remembering I was still there and jumped right to it, " It is the normal procedure, same simple rules and punishments if you do not coöperate peacefully and quietly. Do not speak, do not interrupt the fellow learners," We both looked around at the empty library, " not that it is such a big deal in this case, the rest I am sure you are familiar with so I won't repeat them. Now on with-"

I interrupted her , she never mentioned the fact that I couldn't so I took that as an okay, " Professor, I don't know any of the rules."

Professor Covey paused, staring at me in shock, " And how in heavens name do you not know any of them?" She asked bluntly, absolutely astounded.

I have accomplished something great! Just joking, it was a small fleet for the AMAZING Aurora, but I said none of this, only, " I have never written an exam before."

The Professor gasped, " Never have I heard of it. Hmm, OH WAIT! What did you say your name was?"

I stared at her in shock, for a young teacher she had an awful memory, unlike mwa, " Aurora, Mam."

She pursed her lips and frowned, " Aurora?"

Silence.

I waited for her to say something but she just carried on staring at me in an almost- definite- uncomfortable way. It was odd, being stared at in general, however Covey seemed to push odd to extremely anomalous. If you catch my drift? So there I was, sitting and waiting for the freaky teacher to stop staring at me, so in general it took a while. I had gotten so bored that I started to fiddle with side of the table, poking and scratching it…

Yes, this counts as vandalism, but I was bored and this Professors' staring had gotten to the point where it wasn't even creepy anymore, it was actually starting to feel normal… OH HELP ME!|

" AURORA!" The slightly psychotic Professor bellowed.

I got such a fright that I fell right of my chair and onto the cold, hard, wooden floors.

I knew my pretty floors would catch me when I fall… Alright, that was lame. Extremely, lets blame it on morning stupidity and the boredom. Yes, that sound like a brilliant excuse.

I looked up at the teacher and glared, not that she saw it seeing as she was doing this slightly out-of-place twirl, busy saying, " Now I remember, you are the new girl at Hogwarts. It seemed to have slipped my mind."

No, you just didn't pay attention.

She turned around and saw me on the floor, stopping in mid sentence, " What are you doing on the floor?"

" I just got a fright." I mumbled, standing up and shaking the dirt of my bottom.

" Why did you get a fright?" She asked in a way that would make it sound as though I was the completely loony one. Luna has nothing on this Professor.

" It's not like I chose to get a fright." I countered back and took my seat again, this time taking the necessary precautions to not fall to my friend the floor.

She shook her head and turned to her wristwatch, gasping, " We have to start in three minutes. Oh, dear. Alright lets recap."

Recap?

She carried on, " No turning around the paper before I tell you to, no communicating or asking me for help, no eating or drinking, no cheating and when I say stop you put your pen down or else it and your paper will be invalid."

I nodded, so just wait till she says "start" turn over my paper start and write as quietly and quickly as I could. Got that.

She handed me a plain black quill and informed me about its importance, " Anti-cheat Quill, just in case you had any clever ideas."

I nodded, happy with the fact that I was completely innocent of planning any 'clever ideas' as she put it. I will pass this test with my own amazing intelligence, thank you very much.

She walked over to her original pile of papers, files and envelopes and somehow was able to find my exam sheets in there. Don't ask me how, seeing as I couldn't even separate the files from the papers.

She looked over her shoulder at the old grandfather clock and turned back to me.

"It's time and good luck." She said, putting my paper down in front of me facing downwards.

I felt the nervousness in my stomach again, but kept thinking of my motivations.

Albus, Daniel , Archer, Albus, Daniel, Archer, Albus, Daniel, Archer, Albus-

DING.

The grandfather clock struck the half past mark and with that Professor Covey said the three words that were the beginning of my next step to a normal life, " You may begin."

I let out a deep breath, sucked up every ounce of courage I had and turned the paper over.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Examination.

Time: 4 Hours

1) History of Magic.

I read the first line with a smirk, I knew I knew that.

Name:

This was going to be easy.

( Four Hours Later)

" Time is up, pens down." Professor Covey announced.

I put my pen down and let out a huge breath which I didn't know I was holding ( explained why I was so light-headed). I handed my exam paper back to the slightly deranged teacher, I will be honest and say I was reluctant to do so. No, not because I was worried she would lose my exam paper due to that dodgy memory of hers, no not at all ( half lie), but more of the fact that I was not sure if I did everything right. Sure, I answered all the questions to the best of my ability and I was positive I did well, but still it was slightly nerve-racking.

Once she put my exam paper in one of her white envelopes( this didn't make me feel better, seeing as they were all white and looked the exact same so it could get lost very easily) she turned to me and grinned, " I think this is one of the quietest exams I have every had to look after."

I frowned at her, not sure if I should inform her that I was the only person writing and that there wasn't anyone I could actually socialize with, but thought better of it. However, if she started to ask where all the other students were, I guess it would be the appropriate time to intervene. I watched as she collected all her things and refused my help when I offered.

" Do you think that I wrote enough?" I asked her, wanting professional help (be that from an odd woman).

She just chuckled, " I think if you wrote more, there would be no tree left in the desert."

I frowned, " Desert, don't you mean forest?"

She frowned to and went quiet again, oh no. I was starting to get used to the fact that her silence usually led to some abnormal behavior. Once we were out of the door way and in the hall I bid her goodbye, but it ended up with her sobbing in my shoulder saying that I was her favorite student she ever had the pleasure to teach ( WHAT?) which was peculiar for obvious reasons. After managing to calm her down and get out of her hug of death, I made I run for the kitchen in order to get magic power ( yes, I believe that my theory that food makes your magic better is true), ignoring Albus and Lily when they asked me how it went, grabbing half of the sandwich from Albus's plate ( bless him, he looks after me so well) and excused myself to get some last-minute practical practices in.

I grabbed my wand and( Glorious) books from the kitchen counter and made my way to my bedroom. Let me tell you this, carrying books, a wand( See, I got it right! No more 'stick' nonsense) and trying to climb stairs while eating a sandwich is something that should not be done, especially all at the same time.

I entered my messy room. Okay, messy didn't even begin to explain it or it did… Hmm, anyway, I like to think of it like this: I am merrily displaying every object in my room, giving it the limelight that it so clearly deserves.

Yes, that is a lot nicer than the word 'messy'.

I took a the last bite of my sandwich, Albus' sandwich- same thing- and pulled out my wand , ignoring the odd feeling again that ran through my body.

I looked at the first spell and waved my wand, muttering an incantation… And having my wand fly out of my hand and across the room banging loudly against the wall.

" NOT AGAIN!" I exclaimed loudly, absolutely frustrated.

" Everything alright in there, Aurora?" Lily called from downstairs.

Woops, maybe I was exclaiming way to loud.

" AHH- YA, JUST," I looked around for inspiration, " DROPPED SOMETHING!"
" Did it break?" She bellowed back.

" UMM, NO." I screamed back, don't we just have a brilliant way of communicating in the house. Forget talking like civilized and sophisticated people, barbaric and loud ways work better.

I went to go collect my overly excited wand from its hiding place and inspected it for a few minutes, unsure of what set it off again. It was in the very beginning that the wand started to show signs of disobedience and harmfulness, it was also because of this that the incident with Albus happened ( I AM INNOCENT I TELL YOU!). Hermione had many theories about why the wand seemed to reject my magic to such a large extent, her most reliable theory (according to her and everything else, mind you) was that the wand wasn't strong enough to handle my magic, I thought that was bullocks, seeing as I was definitely not powerful. Nevertheless, we spent days trying to correct the amount of magic I needed to use when doing a certain spell, if I use too much magic the wand gets a little jumpy and decides that that is the perfect time to go for flying lessons and I honestly did not need my wand inflicting physical harm on any of my teachers. Just saying.

I tried the spell again, a little less forceful and though it did work it just didn't feel right, the pain in my back started again and I was reminded of my little strange pimple between my shoulder blades. I moved over to the body size mirror and after much fiddle and twisting I was finally able to see the area again, yes my tongue was out and now we move on. I let out a gasp when I saw what was once the size of a pimple to what was now roughly as big as a sickle.

OH CRAP!
I looked at it for a while, not sure of whether I should call Mrs. Potter back from her lunch or not. I tried to think of all the medical books I have read during my time here, which was surprisingly a lot, and thought of all the illnesses and diseases on growths. I tried to calm down, but it was seriously freaky. I mean, how would you feel if you were in my shoes? Scared? Frightened? Confused? Happy? Oh, hell no. If you tell me that you would be happy if you had a red growth growing between your shoulder blades, I would seriously allow my wand to go little overly excited on you. Just saying.

I breathed in and out, trying to think straight. Okay, it hasn't made you feel ill or anything (yet), a little sore but nothing worse, so it couldn't be that bad, sure it was a little strange but that seemed to be the theme of today: Strange and psychotic. After three minutes of a mental war, I gave in and decided to keep it a secret.

Now onto dilemma number two: The wacky wand ( nice alliteration there).

I grabbed my wand from off my cluttered table and began practicing again, once I got used to the just of how much magic I had to feed into my wand it became a lot more easier. I was able to practice all my spells for all my subjects and made my way down to the library again with a spring in my step and a new sense of self-confidence. I paused right outside the door, inhaled, sent a silent prayer and gripped my Happy wand.

I exhaled and pushed open the door.

Just stay in my hand wand and we will be okay.

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I have decided to make changes to previous chapters and add more information and all that! Please go read ( if you are interested) Chapter one and two again , they are the only two i have done so far, but i did mention extra information on why Aurora didnt turn into a vampire the night that she arrived (remember she was bitten.) Anyway, i just wanted to say that. I will inform you as i go along of which chapters i have changed, but right now it if only Chapter 1&2. I also just made it more realistic.

SOOOOO?

I know it is short... Hmm, no patience!

WHat do you think of Professor Covey? Strange lady she is... O_o

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