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I am updating this story at 1:45 AM in the morning... Yes, see how dedicated i am to you all. This chapter was actually supposed to be longer and all, but school is starting on Tuesday , so i highly doubt that i would be able to updat anytime soon, but i will try.

SO, this chapter explains a little bit more about Auroras past and some things concerning it. I didnt want to give away too much, seeing as i am planning on having a chapter later on where she tells her story from beginning to end where EVERYTHING is explained, but that would only be later on.

Quick question: Would you like more Flashbacks or Memories from Aurora? Give you some clues? let me know ;D

So, like i said. Serious chapter! :D Get your smiles on. OH! And from reading all the reviews in which most of you hoped that Amanda gets ( as some would say) 'thrown into a pool of strawberry deprived sharks' , i planned something at the end for you all. WINK! WINK!

And as for AL and Aurora, things will start heating up between them in a few more chapies! Like many say: School changes people.

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So, on with the story!

Chapter 30

Ten seconds.

That's how long it took me to get to Mr. Potters office on the third story . It might not seem like much, but it is- an eternity for someone who doesn't have a lot of patience- such as myself, obviously. Once I arrived at the red-ish brown Mahogany door, it took me an estimated five seconds, three deep breaths and two prep talks to give me the courage to knock on the door.

Conclusion: Gryffindor is so out of the question.

My light knocks seemed to echo through the deserted hallway and I couldn't help but cringe at the sound. A thousand questions were swirling through my mind.

Am I in trouble?

What could honestly be so bad to have Mr. Potter pacing?

Maybe Lily was over reacting, she usually does. But what if she isn't this time?
 Maybe they were planning on kicking me out-

My mind automatically thought of the conversation I heard between Albus and Amanda, maybe they wanted me to leave. I couldn't exactly say that I wasn't surprised, you can only take in a charity case for so long, I shuddered at the word, not that orphan was even better. Note to self: Find out a nicer word or phrasing for Orphan.

I would be lying if I didn't say that thinking of the O- word didn't make me depressed. Jeez, what a depressing day this was turning out to be. I wished James was here. He was always fun ,not to mention the fact that he also knew how to annoy Rose to the brink of insanity and watching them bicker with each other always put smile to my face.

" Come in." Mr. Potters loud, clear voice boomed from the other side of the door.

I frowned at how strained his voice was, maybe it was as serious as Lily said. My legs felt as stiff as lead and my stomach seemed to be doing back flips.

I swallowed hard.

I wander if they would laugh if I said that I was fine out here, in the hallway, quite alone.

Nah, this was far too serious and besides, I had some pranking schemes to execute.

Amanda was going down, her pride going down with her. No one plays my- friend ( YES, FRIEND! Nothing else) and gets away with it. Just the thought of them together made my blood boil to a thousand degrees.

I clenched my jaw and turned the doorknob.

I have been in Mr. Potters office a few times and no, it's not because I was naughty- Never ever- Okay, you caught me, but it was like once or was it nine times, never mind that's not relevant right now.

A dark red carpet covered the floor, the bookshelves looking pretty naked with only a couple of lonely books scattered at random places ( My heart bleeds for them), a dark wooden desk accompanied by a cozy chair behind it and two before it, pictures of the family covered the beige walls, including the family portrait I drew for them and even another table in the corner. One thing I could absolutely say is that Mr. Potter is definitely not neat or organized. I wonder if the Daily Prophet knew about this? Nah, Mr. Potter hardly tells them how he is feeling, I hardly doubt he would give them information about his lack of organizing ethics.

My eyes scanned over all the papers and folders lying around, some stacked on piles, others lay spread across any remaining floor or desk space. My eye fell onto a file that laid on top of the muddled heap: MISSING PERSONS.

I frowned at that. What would Mr. Potter be doing with a Missing Persons file? Did it involve his work or was it something more personal?

My mind tried to solve the riddle, but there were too many facts and figures missing to deduct any sort of lead. I looked away from the pile quickly, not wanting Mr. Potter to think that I was snooping around or anything, because I wasn't *wink, wink* *Nudge, Nudge*.

I turned to face Mr. Potter who was sitting behind his desk, almost invisible hidden behind the stacks of papers before him. Mrs. Potter was sitting on the edge of his table, scanning through a crumpled letter.

They both looked up when I walked in and smiled, though it didn't meet their eyes. I swallowed again, my nerves getting the best of me. I tried to smile, but it too felt as though every muscle in my cheeks were fighting against the order.

" Afternoon Aurora," Mrs. Potter greeted, her kind smile ever present.

" Hey," I nodded to them, keeping my attention on their facial expressions.

" I must say, I am shocked that you are even up yet, I would have thought that it was still far too early." Mr. Potter joked.

It was a friendly joke, sort of like the one Albus said this morning just that his was a little more ruthless than kind, unlike his fathers.

I knew what he was trying to do: Lessen the tension in the air.

That just made me think of why there would be tension in the first place.

I grinned half-heartedly, " You and me both! I was only planning on emerging from my den just in time for supper."

They laughed and for a moment it really felt as though nothing could possibly be wrong. Maybe it was all in my mind? Nothing could seriously be wrong, could it? Maybe it had something to do with the school . Yeah, it was probably that, but then why would they look as though someone died, unless I didn't get in…

My heart started pounding. Could have honestly failed the test which I studied so hard for or did I really do so awful in my interview? I mean, I know I'm not the most charming or social person and it's not like I didn't try! I haven't had much of a social life my whole life, I have either been in hiding, on the run or locked away, so it's not like I could have won: Miss Popular, not that I would have been if I was brought up like a normal ( insert shudder) person. No, people like Amanda win those prizes not socially awkward people, like myself.

The smiles on their faces started to seem more and more strained as time passed on and I knew that as much as I would like this being a social visit, there was something to be told or discussed.

I inhaled, " If there is something you guys need to tell me-"

" There is and I don't think that beating 'round the bush is the best way to deal with this." Mrs. Potter interrupted me and I huffed. Honestly she and Rose should really get together someone.

It was only after a few seconds that I realized what she had said " deal with this ", I frowned and my stomach started doing gymnastics again.

They had to deal with this, deal with me.

Mr. Potter nodded solemnly , " Please sit."

I swallowed and did what he said, anxious about what he had to say. Mrs. Potter rested her hand on my shoulder and I cringed back against the chair at her movement, not only out of habit but of the pain that passed through my spine. I had to ask Mrs. Potter about it.

Mr. Potter looked at me and smiled softly for a moment, " You can relax, Aurora. It's nothing terrible, serious, but not terrible."

I looked at him in the eyes and allowed myself to relax at the emotions spilling off of him, though tense it was also very calm. I knew he was just pretending to feel calm for my sake and for once I allowed myself to be so naïve.

I smiled softly, " Relaxed, see?"

His smiled turned a little more genuine , before going away completely, " Aurora, we have to discuss some important matters today?"

My heart stopped for a second, " Alright."

I frowned at the sound of my voice, I squeaked. Yes, you heard me. I squeaked- disgusting, some would think that I have gone all Amanda Style. I mentally shook myself, I had to get a grip. I pushed my feelings and emotions aside and sat up straighter. This was talking, no fighting, no running, no hiding.

He walked away from his desk to the round one in the corner, searched through a couple of folders and papers then walked back, tossing me the missing persons file, I caught it firmly ( How's that for a girl with not arm and eye coordination) .

" What?" I asked looking down at it.

Mr. Potter wasted no time to get to the point, " We've been searching for information on your family for the past three weeks, Aurora." My heart melted a little with gratitude as he said those words, I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing seemed to want to come out.

After one long look at me he started pacing around again, frowning, " A surname, a home address, names anything really that could give us a clue as to who they were. A couple of well trusted Aurors volunteered to help with the search along with some other people, we've searched through Hospital files, Bank journals, School and Real Estate documents, anything that could possibly give us a clue as to who you could be."

" And?" I asked, moving towards the edge of the chair.

Mr. Potter paused in mid-stride, looked at me and shook his head, " Nothing."

Silence rang through the air, no one said anything, not one word. I collapsed back into the chair and closed my eyes.

The fire was so hot that night. The room was painted red as the flames grew bigger and bigger, the red hue bouncing off the walls. The room looked like it was on fire and yet mama didn't stop. I stepped out from behind the door that stood ajar, mama said it was bad to spy. I carried on looking at mama, she didn't see me and that scared me, she looked crazy. I carried on walking closer and closer, she was doing something funny with her hands. I leaned over her shoulder to see what she was doing, and one by one the letters fell into the fire and they burnt away into ash. Was she trying to burn down the house? No, mama was clever and smart, she wouldn't do something stupid. No, that was the boys job.

" Mama?" I asked her, shaking her shoulder.

She jumped back with such a fright, " Aurora, sweetie? What you doing here?" She asked, her voice strained.

I frowned at that, " Mama what are you doing?"

I nodded towards the fire. I didn't like fire, it scared me, and I knew that it scared her too.

She looked at me for a moment , then returned to burning a bundle of pictures, I saw the faces slowly burn and felt my stomach turn. I tried to get her to stop but she didn't listen. I shook her, but she carried on, tossing the papers on after the other into the fire.

" Mama, stop! Please!" I cried out, I was so scared.

Why wasn't she listening to me?

I grab her chin and pulled it so she could look at me, really look at me. I looked into the eyes that were usually blue as the sky, but were now red as the fire she was feeding.

" Mama, please?" I begged her.

I started to cry.

I hated crying, it made me feel small, young, weak.

She looked away and carried throwing in the papers.

" They won't find us, dear. We're safe, we've disappeared." She whispered and I gasped.

She carried on whispering the same thing until every last paper, file and photo was gone.

"Aurora, honey? Are you okay?"

I felt someone shaking my shoulders.

I gasped as the memory hit me like a ton of bricks. She had destroyed them, everything. Every last letter, photo, file, document and evidence was gone. She made sure there was no evidence of our existence. We were no one, nothing.

I opened my mouth to answer but nothing came out, I was still in too much shock. There was no way to find out who I was, she made sure of that. I replayed the memory again, shuddering at the crazy look mama had in her eyes.

"Aurora?" A firm voice said in my ear and I jumped back, forgetting where I was.

Oh, with the Potters. Not with mama, mama was dead. Not burning letters, they were already incinerated. Not in front of a wild fire, but in the middle of a hot summers afternoon. I was with the Potters, that's all.

I didn't find it in myself to look at whoever was calling out to me, so I just stared at the beige wall behind the desk.

" You won't find anything. She destroyed it all, everything." I whispered softly, I wasn't sure if they would hear me, but I didn't care. Besides, I wasn't a stranger to talking to myself.

" What?" Mrs. Potter gasped, somewhere in the room.

" She destroyed it, every last paper concerning us." I whispered back, my mind went numb and I knew it would be a long time until I regained feeling.

" Who?" They both asked.

Usually I would have laughed at how in sync they were with each other, but not now. My mind was still too lost in memories, the nightmares, the dreams.

" Aurora, please. We're trying to help you, we can't help you unless you tell us what you know." Mrs. Potter begged. I felt shifting on my right side and moved my head to see what it was. Mrs. Potter was kneeling on the ground beside me, clutching my cold hands with her own warm, freckled ones.

I felt something stir in my chest, was it from the nerves or was it fear? Fear for the truth and the lies.

" I can't." I whispered back.

I couldn't tell people, it 's my problem not theirs. I prided myself to be private with my thoughts and ideas, I sickened myself with public thoughts and feelings. It was my own continuous drama show.

" Please, let us help." Mrs. Potter begged.

And in that question I could hear my unnamed mother speaking through her. Did I really crave my mama that much?

NO! I wanted to scream.

I wanted them to see me as unscratched, to see me as whole. I didn't want them to see the vulnerable side of me, the vampires saw that side one too many times for my liking, if I were honest. I forgot about my insecurities and trust issues from when I first arrived here, I didn't allow them into my head then, does that mean I had to let them in now? I told them about how you can survive vampire venom in the beginning because they saved my life and besides that wasn't exactly a huge secret, but what about now? Did I want to tell them about what I knew or did I feel that I owed it to them? They saved my life, took me in, gave me food and shelter, showed me kindness and love, shouldn't I have felt that I owed them? Can I simply take all of what they gave me and not give it back? They put their trust in me, was it my turn to put my trust in them?

In all honesty I was afraid. Afraid of what they would think of me, afraid of what I would think of them if they treated me more hostile. I was terrified that I said to much and that their knowledge about the vampires would get them killed in the end , that's what got most of the children killed in there, they were a warning to the parents and they were their parents punishments too. Could I live with that?

" Okay." I croaked out, my throat felt rough with emotion. " Mama destroyed it all. Every last letter, photo, document, file that ever mentioned us. She had to protect us, to keep us safe, to keep them away. She burnt everything until it was ash, until our history and identities were nothing more than a myth." I looked at Mr. Potter, I didn't want him to be angry with her, she was only trying to help, not make his work harder, " She needed to protect us."

"They won't find us, dear. We're safe, we've disappeared."

I heard her words echo in my head.

She didn't protect us, didn't save us. It was inevitable. The vampires wanted us and they got us in the end, except me, no one would never get me.

" Protect you from who? The vampires?" Mr. Potter asked, his voice was serious even though I could hear a hint of sadness in it. He was thinking along the same lines as me: Mama, didn't protect us well enough.

I nodded, " The vampires always get what they want." I paused, thought and then smiled ruefully, " Most of the time."

No one seemed to notice the smile upon my lips, both of them were far too lost in thought to even pay attention to my facial expressions.

It was Mr. Potter who asked the question I dreaded, " Why, though? Why you?"

" I don't know-I don't remember." I lied.

I told them enough as it was or maybe I was already just confirming what they already knew, I wasn't sure nor did I care that much. I couldn't protect them if the vampires came after us, but I would die trying if that was the case. This was as close to a family as to what I was going to get and they sure as hell wouldn't take it away from me.

Mr. Potter eyed me with that calculative stare for a couple of seconds before asking, " How do you know all this about the destroying of the letters? I thought your memory-"

I cut him off, " Some of the memories started coming back. It first started in a dreaming form, but slowly moved on to when my mind was just tired or emotionally unbalanced."

Mrs. Potter hugged me quickly before whispering in my ear, " I told you so."

I smiled and hugged her back.

" What else have you-" Mr. Potter started, but I cut him off.

" Not much, a couple of innocent," I give you all permission to scoff at that word, " memories." I thought for a moment not sure who I was talking to exactly, me or them? " I had two brothers though, can't remember their names, but it's something. We stayed in the mountains for some time too, it was very pretty there. It was a cottage in the mountains, there was a forest in the back garden with a river going through. Mama was crying that day," My eyes got misty at the memory , " That day in my memory. She received a letter from someone, she didn't tell me who."

My throat got thick . I knew it was best to stop with that memory and that's when I realized something, " Mr. Potter?" I looked at him.

" Yes?" He asked, slightly stunned at my change of mood.

" Do you know anyone with the surname Archer?" I asked and my heart broke for the boys, my two friends. If I couldn't say goodbye to either of them, I might as well pay my respects to the family, although I was highly doubted that the family would even want to see me, let alone allow me to pay my respects. Daniel and the older brother deserved to survive that Hell Hole, and yet I wonder if living with the nightmares and fear was better than death.

Mr. Potter thought about it for a moment, his face showing every ounce of concentration in which it possessed, " I can't say that I do. There once was a family in the American Ministry of Magic whose surname was Archer, but I don't think that they have been to Britain in the past eleven years. I could check into it for you, why?"

I frowned at this, thinking about what D-Daniel said about his family, all I could think of was his dead mother. We didn't discuss our families, we spoke about other things, simpler things.

I shook my head, " Never mind, it doesn't matter. It was just a name of someone I used to know, but they won't be of any use now."They're dead.

" Are you sure?" Mrs. Potter asked, her maternal side shining through.

I nodded, " It's all a memory, anyway."

Mr. Potter sighed, " I know you hate talking about your past and I can truly understand, but how did you lose your memory in the first place?"

I winced and Mrs. Potters grip tightened around my shoulders.

I shut the memories out, before they could take over. I knew I would go hysterical if I allowed them to wash over me too.

" I can't remember." I lied. For once I was grateful for having that excuse and then I could have laughed, knowing that the question was about me not remembering.

Mr. Potter nodded with sympathy and I almost felt bad for lying to this family so much, but it was worth it… I hope?

Mr. Potter nodded towards the file that lay forgotten on my lap. Missing Persons? No, I haven't been missing, I have left the face of the earth as far as society is concerned.

" We've decided on a new course to get information, and it seems that we have a vague lead." Mr. Potter nodded at the file and I took that as permission for me opening it.

There was only a single paper in it:

Missing Persons:

Filed on: 3rd March 2005

A young mother and her three children have been declared missing by their neighbor Jacob Higgo, 51. Last seen leaving the house for a picnic and hasn't been seen since. House was neat and tidy, no signs of a break in or struggle.

Mother is described to be a young lady 23, tall, pale skin, blue eyes and long, black, curly hair.

( Picture enclosed.)

Eldest son – unnamed, eight years of age, light brown hair, blue eyes. ( picture enclosed)

Daughter- unnamed , five years of age, black hair, blue eyes. ( Picture enclosed)

Youngest son- unnamed, four weeks old, bold. ( picture enclosed)

Father- unknown.

Relationship between Mother and Father unknown. Witness has declared that he has never seen the Male counterpart near or close to the house.

I frowned at the document, " That's all? There isn't even an address or- where's the pictures?"

I turned the paper around hoping to see something a little more… Detailed.

Mrs. Potter sighed, " That's all they found, the pictures are missing and so is everything else that could have been used for information, which after what you told us seems fitting, doesn't it?"

I nodded, still staring at the page. Could this be my family? It sounded as though it was, but how did Mr. Potter know about my brothers? I thought about that and then remembered: Albus. I told him about me not remembering them, he probably told Mr. Potter. Could someone have been looking for me all this time, besides a neighbor? No, all my family was dead. THEY would have killed everyone looking for us.

Mr. Potter nodded, agreeing with her, " At least we have someone to question this - Um, Jacob Higgo for more information in the mean time, besides there's still the blood test."

I groaned.

To be honest that was the last thing that I wanted to discuss at the moment.

Mrs. Potter jumped up and clapped her hands excitedly, " Talking about which, tomorrow we're going shopping!"

I turned to look at Mr. Potter, " Well, there is your afternoon booked up."

Mr. Potter groaned and I felt the tension lighten ever so slightly, but I knew we were all far too lost in thought to really go back to the normal ( whatever this family considers normal) way for now.

" Not him, Aurora, you." She grinned, clapping her hands again.

Mr. Potter and I turned to her in shock.

" M-Me?" I stuttered on the word.

I couldn't believe it. Ever since I got here the closest thing I have gotten to society was going to The Burrows for Mr. Potters birthday party and well… Yeah, vamps don't care much for your traveling desires.

"Her?" Mr. Potter gasped, his shoulders dropped in shock.

" Yes, her." Mrs. Potter said and rolled her eyes, " I swear, people would think you couldn't speak English with the way you all carry on."

None of smiled at her joke and that didn't seem to impress her very much.

" Come on, you two. She's not a bird that has to be caged up, she should get out more, you know socialize." Mrs. Potter insisted.

I rolled my eyes, " I am quite aware of the fact that I am indeed not a bird-"

Mr. Potter injected, " it's not safe."

I nodded . That too, " Just because I killed one vampire doesn't mean that they are all going to leave me alone. If anything that's when the fight will begin."

They both looked at me and I knew what that look meant: Explain.

I rolled my eyes, " You both couldn't honestly expect them to give up just because I killed their leader." Judging from their sheepish looks I took it as a yes. " They are domineering creatures, only the toughest get respect… Out of fear, but still. They are naturally violent, it's in their blood," I laughed at my own joke. See 'cause vampires don't have blood and- never mind. " They were probably happy that I got rid of their leader, now all we have to do is wait for them to turn on each other , then they will be after me again." I shuddered.

They couldn't live without me or they could, but not for long.

I sighed.

" And how long do you think that would take?" Mr. Potter asked, his fist clenched.

I shrugged my shoulders, " A week? A month? A year? Ten years? It all depends, but I'm not scared. I'll just kill the next one and the one after that."

I looked at their terrified faces, and sighed.

Great, now I just made them worried.

" Look they won't attack me or make their move while I'm under such heavy protection." I tried to calm their nerves.

" Protection?" Mr. Potter asked, confused.

I rolled my eyes, " I think living in the same house as Harry Potter , The Chosen One, The Boy-Who-Lived , Wizards Golden Boy counts as protection. Not to mention the whole Head of Auror Department and the whole Weasley/ Malfoy alliance thing going on. No, if anything they would make their move more when I'm alone, no witnesses, no back-up. A simple kidnap."

I know , I know! What's so simple about a kidnap? A lot actually! Think about it. You wait until they are alone and then just snatch and scram.

Mr. Potter nodded and leaned forward, " But, that doesn't mean we have to draw attention to you."

I nodded with him, " And I agree, but if I'm going to Hogwarts ,wont they find out then?"

He pursed his lips, " We don't want it to leak to the media before then, goodness knows rumors are already circulating."

He started pacing around again.

I smiled a little at his worry. It was sweet, no matter how unnecessary. He would never receive the chance to save me, I would always do the protecting.

I stood up and walked over to him, placing my hand on his shoulder, " Don't worry, it'll be fine."

Mrs. Potter cleared her throat and we both turned our attention to her, " I've organized with Hermione already and even if I can say so myself, the media will be completely unaware of what's happening."

" How?" Mr. Potter and I asked, dumbfounded.

Mrs. Potter grinned and I remembered that look, it's the same look she gave me the morning of my interview with Professor Minnie. She was planning something.

Note to self: Ask them about interview.

" Don't worry, so please dear, may she come with us?" Mrs. Potter asked, giving him the puppy eyes.

I growled, that was the exact same look James gave me when he asked to borrow my shoe box- which I haven't gotten back, mind you.

Mr. Potter tried ( to no avail) to not look into the hazel- shaped eyes, but I knew ( from experience) that it just didn't work, he was hooked.

" As crafty as ever, dear." Mr. Potter sighed and I knew it was a battle lost. " She may go."

I paused to look at him, not sure of how to respond.

After a second I gave in, I deserved to be excited ,right? I do. I was going to be happy going out into the real world, meeting people. I was going to be nervous about the whole public affair. I was going to be excited knowing that my freedom was in reach. I was going to allow myself happiness and gratitude.

" Thank you." I smiled sincerely at both of them.

I meant those two words with all my heart, I really did.

Mrs. Potter just waved the words away, " Don't sweat it. It's going to be so much fun, you'll really enjoy it. All the planning is done and everything."

" You weren't waiting for my permission were you, dear?" Mr. Potter asked, looking slightly taken aback.

She nudged him in the ribs, " Since when do I need your permission? Besides, this isn't the 1800's, love. I have rights."

I laughed at their friendly banter, it was cute, it was sweet. It sort of reminded me of Albus and myself, just that Mr. and Mrs. Potter are married and well, Albus and I are just friends. Besides, he has the lovely, sweet, kind, caring Amanda now. Please do note that that was sarcasm and should not, under any circumstances, be taken seriously, hence being sarcasm.

Mr. Potter sat down back on his chair and pulled Mrs. Potter down with him, so that she was sitting on his lap. I would have cooed at the sight, Albus would have puked. See how well I know my friend? Yeah, I'm the best kind of friend to have.

" Tell me, Aurora, why did you look so upset when you came in?" Mrs. Potter asked, and I curse that maternal instinct to the moon and back.

" Weren't we all?" I asked sheepishly, trying to change the subject.

She just gave me that Don't-Try- And-Change-The-Subject look and I, the brave one, didn't dare try and fight the battle of the stares. Goodness knows, she doesn't blink much.

" Amanda, she's here." I grumbled. Well, there goes my momentary happiness.

Mrs. Potter shot up, " Oh, Albus girlfriend! I completely forgot!"

You see! Anyone could forget about her, now let's all hope Albus can too.

" How is she?" She asked, her voice going higher and higher in pitch with every word.

I thought about it. I should tell her the truth, but something stopped me. No, I wouldn't betray Albus like that. As much as I hated the girl, Albus didn't and I wasn't going to let that cause any unnecessary arguments between us.

I swallowed thinking of my words carefully, " She's very ... Outspoken"

Too outspoken if you ask me, which you did- Never mind, that thought backfired.

Mrs. Potter narrowed her eyes, " Do you think she belongs with Albus?"

I stumbled on that question.

Think around it.

I paused for a moment, making sure that it had double meaning, " If she is what makes him happy."

Her mouth fell into a perfect 'o', " Oh, I see."

I stared at her, shocked. Great , well there goes all my work-around-the-question strategies.

Mr. Potter didn't notice anything ( *Cough* He's a boy * Cough*) and kept on playing with his wife's hair.

" Anyway, I best get going. Rosie is waiting for me in the garden, we're going to practice some Defense." I said and got up, my muscles popping. " Thank you for the effort you put in for my case."

He just smiled, " It's nothing . Tomorrow you can get your blood test and then everything else should be easier to find."

" TOMORROW?" I bellowed.

Oh, crap. Blood test tomorrow! What a day this was turning out to be.

He nodded, " Don't worry, everything will be alright."

I nodded, taking the comfort from the words.

" See you later." I grinned at them and started walking out the door.

" Oh Aurora ! Wait!" Mr. Potter said urgently from behind his desk.

I turned around, " Yes?"

" How? How did you speak to me, the night you came?" He asked, his frown reappearing.

I smiled a little, " The vampires used it on me first, just that they weren't as gentle with the mind as I was on you and I'm considered the poster child for stubbornness. Vampires have horrors of their own, so I guess it's a good thing I learnt it fast. But don't worry about me over-using it, it only seems to work whenever I have a good-enough reason."
" Thanks, Aurora." Mr. Potter grinned at me and I grinned back, closing the door behind me.

I skipped down the stairs, and to the back garden where Lily and Rose would meet me.

They were both flipping through the Defense book, eyebrows frowning with concentration.

" Have anything back there?" I called out to them, jogging across the field. Needless to say, I was out of breath. Maybe I should look into this Fitness Program more…

NAH!
They both looked up at my call and shrugged their shoulders.

" Nothing much, really." Lily replied, while Rose said, " This one!"

I peered over her shoulder at the spell, " Flipendo?"

I scanned through the instructions and shrugged, " Easy enough."

I looked around the garden, faced with a little problem, " Umm, guys? What are we going to use as a target?"

Lily grinned and nudged Rose forward, " Don't sweat it, she volunteered."

" No, I didn't." Rose rolled her eyes. " Don't worry though, we made a plan. At that bench over there is an empty tin, thought we could use that."

I shrugged my shoulders, " It's no live target, but it will do."

Rose just rolled her eyes, " Come on, Comrade Comeback."

I grinned and followed after her to the edge of the forest, I could see the tin easily from this distance and knew that it would be an effortless aim, then again this is me we're talking about, so: EVACUATE THE PERIMETER! EVERYONE WITHIN A 100 MILES MUST RUN! CHOP, CHOP!

It was only when everyone went silent that I halted, " Wait a minute. What's up with you guys?"

They turned to face me and frowned, " What?"

I looked between the two of them , not sure if it was wise to follow them any further, " You both haven't asked me once about what Mr. Potter wanted."

Lily shrugged her shoulders, " We're not interested."

I caught the lie immediately, " Bull, you pride yourself in knowing everything and Rose doesn't like not knowing something, so?"
They both were silent for so long that I though neither one was going to answer, until Rose spoke up, " Albus told us not too, he said that if we dared ask you anything concerning the meeting, he would… Um, let's just say that Slytherins are known for their use of blackmail."

I stared as her cheeks got redder and redder, until it was almost the same shade as her hair.

Note to self: Ask Albus about what blackmail material he has for Rose, 'cause it seems to do a heck of a job .

P.S: Thank him.

I nodded, " How did he know about the meeting anyway?"

Lily shrugged, " How should I know? I was too busy cleaning vomit off my robes to notice much, until I was ordered to go fetch you."

" Vomit?" Rose asked, wrinkling her cute, button nose.

" Sick patient, don't ask." She wince in return.

I chuckled imagining her face when the sick patient gave Lily his, um, special gift. I ignored Lily's glare and grabbed my wand from my back pocket . And may I just add that the next person that sends me 10 Worst Places To Keep A Wand booklet will be personally shown what I can do with my wand.

I pointed my wand at the tin, readying my stance.

" Wave it in a semi-circle and forward, then only say the incantation." Rose instructed, her nose buried in the book.

I breathed in, trying to keep my magic calm and stable. I tried to banish all thoughts of what happened in the last few hours, but I could still hear Amanda's screech in the back of my mind:

"You have a lunatic in your house Al, a complete psychopath."

Anger filled me again.

Screw stability.

I waved my hand in a semi-circle and just before I pushed forward I muttered the word, " Flipendo."

The spell shot out of my wand with such force, that I felt my wand go for a flying lesson of its own. Not only did my fingers hurt from the force that made my own wand go flying, but I felt my shoulder socket jolt at the shockwave that echoed through my body. The spell rebounded of the tin and the wand flew high up into the air, that was when we all fell to the floor out of instinct ( What can I say? My skills are known throughout the family.) It was all silent, until a loud banging sound was heard and we knew it was safe to rise again. I turned around to look for my wand, but before I could do much, Lily grabbed hold of my elbow and turned me around.

" Hey, wha-" I stopped trying to get out of her grip and focused on what she was showing me. It took a few seconds to see what it was exactly, but after a while the shape lying on the ground became obvious.

Amanda.

" Not again." Lily moaned and stamped her feet, probably not wanting to look after another patient that experienced my wrath, like Albus.

I silently groaned too.

Amanda and Albus now both have something in common ( Not that they did before). They both have been knocked out by my forever- harmless self.

SOOOOOOO!

Aurora knocked Amanda out, accidently but still- YAY!
And that's the last we will hear of Amanda until further notice- YAY!
Aurora is going to find out her surname in the next chapter- YAY!
Wow, I'm really full of good news today!

Sorry for all the spelling mistakes and all, mind you it is now 2 in the morning and i am shocked that i can still see the keyboard let alone write complete sentences... My skills of wonder!

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