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Chapter 32

Well, that's racist.

I mean, I'm all for world peace and equality for all, so don't get offended if I sort of deny the fact that I'm not a black.

" Look, Mr. Potter, I know you're in shock or something, but don't you think that's a tad biased- Look we're all the same -and besides, I'm as white as you can get. Come to think of it, I probably put the 'white' in White Chick-" I thought about it . My voice was thick, my mind fogged and slightly muddled. I tried to think rationally, but for some reason it just didn't make sense… None of it did.

I looked around at all their shocked and frozen faces, it had been a whole three minutes since Mr. Potter spoke and for some reason everyone went into shock afterwards. I tried to ignore the eyes that were glued onto me, eyes that showed the shock and confusion that seemed etched into everyone's mind. All faces were studying me as if none of them had ever seen me before, as though none of them knew of my mere existence.

I cleared my throat impatiently, they were scaring me, " We're all the same, are we not? Be that black, white or mixed race-"

Hermione interrupted me. Her voice just louder than a frightened whisper, " Not colour, Aurora. The surname."

My head snapped to where she was standing, none of them even seemed to notice that she had spoken. I tried to think of something to say, some way to get them to explain what was so awful or scary about me being a Black- not the color, the surname .

Aurora Black?

How strange, nice, but strange.

I exhaled loudly, letting out a whistle of relief, " Well, good then. No racism in the air."

Silence fell over us again.

I looked at them all, curiosity and anxiousness rising in me.

I tried to think of something else to say, anything else and when I couldn't think of anything I silently prayed to have James' gift to get people talking. I looked over at Albus and Rose, both of who were just following their parents and staring at me too. I knew that conversation or an explanation was out of the question and I just allowed myself to let my own shock wear off, to let the realistic feel settle in.

It was only after another minute that Mr. Potter burst out, breaking the awkward silence. He stood up and paced around the hallway, head down and shoulders tense, " This can't be right!" He bellowed and I jumped back slightly frightened, " No- No, there has to be a mistake- He would have said something, wouldn't he? There would have been some evidence- No, they're mistaken!"

His loud voice made me cringe against the wall, my back pressed flat against it.

Why was it a mistake? Who would have said anything? Evidence of what? Me?

I dropped my head is dismay. Mr. Potter was angry at me, that much was obvious. About what, wasn't nearly as clear as I would like it to be.

He picked up the letter and read it again, his face paling once more.

I watched all this until I had gotten sick of it, I deserved to know what was going on.

"Mr. Potter what exactly –" I started to speak only to get interrupted.

He was ignoring me and carried on pacing around, " No, he would have told me or something would have come up."He carried on whispering to himself, but too soft for me to hear.

I grew impatient quickly and grabbed his arm, " Mr. Potter what is going on?"

I was surprised at how serious and demanding my voice was, truth be told, I was damn impressed.

He turned to me and looked my directly in the eyes, he relaxed a bit and said with a strange, forced smile on his lips, " You have his eyes."

I frowned , " Whose eyes?"

Did he maybe know Mama? I had Mamas eyes- or that's what everyone told me at least. My heart quicken at the prospect, not that it wasn't in overdrive before.

He didn't speak, but Ron did, in a cold whisper, " Blacks' eyes."

I turned to him, a frown present on my face.

Ginny sighed and I knew she was still struggling to wrap her head around what was going on, we all were.

" Let's go sit down in the lounge, there is some explaining to be done." She said in a voice too serious for her own. No one moved at first until Hermione made the first step in the direction. I was last to follow, my legs just felt too stiff to do much.

I watched as everyone moved to the lounge and only moved when a warm hand grabbed mine. I looked up to see Albus and then looked down at our intertwined hands, I tried to ignore the funny feeling my heart and stomach were doing and passed it off as nerves and shock.

I raised my eyebrow and looked at our hands asking him the question of : Why hold my hand?

He just pressed his face against my face and whispered into my ear, " Best friends forever , right?"

And in that moment, what I thought would be nearly impossible happened: I almost smiled. In the midst of all the tension and unanswered questions, he was able to make me smile or at least show that he was there for me.

I squeezed his hand and whispered back, " Forever."

He pulled me to the lounge and that helped me remember where my feet were again. In some strange pretense, it almost felt like the day I first woke up in the house of the Potters. You know, not really knowing where I was, who I was, which was pretty strange seeing as I could tell you exactly where I was and, now, who I was. I was Aurora Black…

I didn't notice when Albus lead me to the large leather seat in the middle of the room, he sat on my right, still holding my hand. Everyone was silent and my shock was wearing off, full-blown-Aurora-fit was on the way.

I sucked in a deep breath, " Okay, what's the deal? I'm a Black, nothing crazy."

All the adults looked at each other, sharing the same look. I looked t James and Rose and even they looked uncomfortable.

Hermione looked at me and then everyone else, no one seemed ready to answer and she took it upon herself t explain.

"That's the thing Aurora, it is crazy." She said, her voice unsteady. I opened my mouth to question her further, but she beat me to it. " The Blacks are probably one of the best known families in Europe, I wouldn't be surprised if other countries knew about them. That's probably why your blood results came back so quickly, it's a damn good family to be related to."

I frowned, " Then why is everyone so shocked?"

Mr. Potter answered this one, " My Godfather was a Black." He turned and gave me the same searching look, " You look so much like him that's shocking. But, he never had a daughter- he would of said something- told someone at the very least. And Regulus never had a daughter, never had a chance too. Lestrange too, couldn't have children as far as I know. Which just leaves Sirius, my Godfather."

Everyone's eyes were on me now, all waiting for me as if I could give them the answer they were looking for. I stared them all head on, " You think that I could be related to your Godfather?"

The idea seemed ludicrous, absolutely bizarre. I couldn't be- I mean, the name Sirius sounded familiar, but that could be from anywhere!
Mr. Potter nodded, " A granddaughter if anything, seeing as you're too young to be his daughter-"

I jumped up from my chair, letting go of Albus' hand .
" No! Look you all are over thinking this! I can't be a Black- I'm not! It's absolutely nonsensical , absurd, preposterous!"

I tried to think of other words, but my mind was too cluttered to do any real imaginative thinking.

Mrs. Potter shook her head, " It's not, Ancestral and Family Finds don't lie. They give it to you like it is, no lies and no mistakes." She paused and then said in a clear voice, " You're a Black, Aurora."

And just like that it all hit me, the reality of it all. Maybe it was hearing someone else say it or maybe I had just finally caught up, but it didn't help my emotional levels. My stomach and heart seemed to jump into my throat at the sudden possibility . To think that…

A grinned formed on my lips as excitement took over, " So, where is he then? Sirius Black?" I didn't even wait for someone to answer me, my mind was already nine miles ahead, "I would like to meet my Grandfather, I can't remember if I've ever met him before," I frowned thinking hard, only to hit a dead end, " Maybe he remembers me! That would be nice, someone to fill in the blanks-"

" Aurora-" Ron said softly.

I ignored him, " Maybe I could stay with him! Hopefully he likes pranking- or what if he's like one of those serious grandfathers that I always read about?"

I shuddered, but then let it go. I could deal with that when I get there.

"Aurora?" Mr. and Mrs. Potter said together, softly.

I ignored them too.

I could move in with him and it would be like belonging to a family again. I'm sure that it wouldn't be too bad, maybe I could teach him how to prank and we could both prank James together. OH! He could even see me off as I boarded the train to go to Hogwarts, I wonder how he would react when I get my letter, would he be happy? Would he cry? I wonder what house he would want me to go to? Gryffindor? Slytherin? Hufflepuff? Ravenclaw? Maybe he might remember Mama, I would love to hear about her, it would be nice to know that she was just a figment of my imagination, but rather a real person, a person who loved and smiled. A strange feeling erupted through my body and I knew that I was growing to love a Grandfather I had never met.

I gasped, " We have to meet with him as soon as possible! Does he even know that I'm alive? Oh Gosh! What if he thought that the vampires had killed me! What if he thinks that I am dead!"

I felt heavy arms grab hold of my shoulders and push me down onto the couch, I didn't really process what had happened, my mind still thinking of the future that I had in store, a future I couldn't wait for.

Mr. Potter sighed and looked down at the floor, " You can't, he's dead."

My mind froze in mid thought, and my eyes focused on Mr. Potter for the first time in the last five minutes. I stared at him with confusion, " Who's dead?"

Mr. Potter didn't answer and just kept looking down.

My heart started to pound faster, " Who is dead?" I demanded to know.

" Sirius Black." Hermione said in a sad voice.

I froze, and blinked furiously, not really understanding what they were talking about, " No he isn't."

He couldn't be! He's my Grandfather, my only Grandfather! My unknown Grandfather. I felt my heart shatter with pain and disappointment, which was strange seeing as my heart refused to believe what they were saying anyway.

They all nodded sadly as I turned to them all, " But, you just said that- that he-"

" He died during the Second War, he was killed by Bellatrix Lestrange, because of me." Mr. Potter mumbled.

"No Harry, don't think like that-" Hermione and Ron rushed to comfort him.

I shook my head unable, to concentrate on what they were saying to make him feel better. I stood up quickly, needing to walk off the energy and emotions surging through me.

I paced up and down, then turned to them, " What about a sibling or siblings? He must have had one, didn't he?"

Again silence filled the air and I was aware of what the answer might be.

"Murdered too." Hermione muttered, tear-tracks down her face.

I let out a shaky sigh and looked up at the ceiling as the tears threaten to build, " Anyone left?"

They all shook their heads, " Blacks are -or were believed to be an extinct family, well until now."

I closed my eyes and started rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet.

Mama dead, Dad dead, Brothers dead, Granddad dead, family dead.

Every single one of them, every relative, every person who I might have been related too, they were all gone, they were all dead.

Anger filled my body, a fire burning anger that reached very corner of my body and a pain that was too unbearable to handle. I swallowed deeply and opened my eyes. I had to get away, I had to be by myself, I had to mourn for the family that never got to be.

"Aurora, are you alright?"

My eyes flashed open and I knew what I had to do, " I need out." I didn't look at any of them and quite frankly I didn't care, I had to get away, from everything.

" You can't go out now, you'll freeze." Albus protested, he had been silent for too long.

James stared at me before turning to Albus, "Let her go, she needs this."

It was strange hearing his voice be so sober and serious, I nodded towards him and stormed down the hallway only to have a hand grab my arm, I flinched away from it.

" Don't go outside Aurora." Albus ordered, his arm still hanging I midair.

James answered for me and stood between Albus and me, his eyes shining with determination.

" Give her time to process-" James tried to reason with Albus, but it was no point ,I was already halfway down the hallway.

I heard a loud 'thunk' and a moan, I spun around quickly only to find James doubled over, clutching a bleeding and broken nose. I gasped at the sight, my stomach turning. The adults had interfered at this stage, crowding over James or reprimanding Albus. I ignored Albus's stare and instead caught Mr. Potters', his eyes were slightly red and glossy as though he was crying a little, there was so much pain and suffering in his eyes as he mouthed, " I'm sorry."

I didn't answer, but rather turned my back on the distracted crowd and ran through the door. My feet pounded against the grassy and uneven ground, I felt my muscles stretch going faster and faster until I could go no more. The night air was cold, colder than usual and I knew rain was on the way. The gushes of wind stung my skin wherever it was bare, goosebumps started to form. But I didn't care, I didn't care that James was bleeding and in pain because of me, I didn't care that Sirius and his brother were dead, I didn't care that my family was dead, I didn't care! I was running away from all that, all the misery and memories, the questions and the answers, all of that was behind me, but then why did it still hurt? My muscles started to burn after a few minutes of sprinting, but I didn't stop. The physical pain was nothing compared to the mental and psychological pain I was in. I had entered the forest and slowed down into a slow run, I didn't know where I was going and for once, I didn't care. I needed out, I needed pure alone time, I needed mourn time. To mourn for all the lives that were lost, friends who I never got to know, a life I never got to live.

I stumbled and fell to the floor, a tear falling down my cheek too. I hated crying, but I hated the deaths of those I love more. I just laid there for a moment, my breathing coming out uneven and loud, cold sweat running down my colder face. My lungs burnt, my heart ached, my muscles moaned, my brain was exhausted, I was a wreck.

I got up from off the floor and started running again, I had to get away. Further… Further… I ducked under branches and bushes and wiped my tears away. I sniffed as I ran and felt water droplets on my skin, I ignored them, focusing more on my burning lungs. It felt good to have something else hurt for a change, instead of my emotions only.

I came to a stop when I reached the river that crossed through the Potters ground, I sighed and fell to my knees beside it, leaning my back against the trunk of a tree. I brought my knees to my chest and held myself in a tight ball. I wanted to be small, and yet be sheltered. To hide my face from the world, I felt the bump, as it stretched, on my back and for the first time, I wasn't worried about it. The tree shelter me from the rain, but sadly it didn't do anything for the wind. It stung my skin and I could feel my hairs rise. I was small, I was sheltered, I couldn't be seen and I cried.

I sat there and cried for the life I didn't have, I cried for the family I didn't have, I cried for the pain I had and I cried for the memories I didn't have.

Aurora Black.

Aurora Black.

Aurora Black.

Granddaughter of Sirius Black and whoever my grandma was, daughter of whoever my parents were and sister to whoever my siblings were.

After half an hour my tears had stopped , but I still clutched my knees. I was freezing cold and tired, but I knew that I couldn't go back, not yet. This was my last chance to mourn, to mourn for my past life, my dead life. It was the only chance I was giving myself. I stared up at the sky above my and tried to make out the stars, the rain clouds were too big and fog covered everything within sight, I was hidden from anyone. I closed my eyes and started drifting off, the physical and emotional strain taking its toll on me. The cold air was paining, but I liked it. It reminded me that I was still human, that I hurt just like everyone else, that I wasn't free from my emotions after all.

If truth be told, I was scared. I was scared of what else life could take from me, I was scared of what I could still lose. Maybe it was better to just not care, easier that way, but then the only things that could come to my head was the Potters, the Weasleys, The Grangers, The Malfoys, The Longbottoms and everyone else. How do you just not care about the people you couldn't think life without? Ignore them? Withdraw?

I don't know how. How do I not care about my best friend? Albus promised to be my friend forever, but what if I broke that promise? What if I lost the family that had practically adopted me and saved me, could I deal with not caring about that?

No, I wouldn't.

As much as Albus and I fought, we were both inseparable. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to anyone who I considered a friend or family, they were a part of me, they are my life.

I could feel sleep wash over me and I knew I should have gone back, but I couldn't not yet. I was on the brink of sleep when I heard yelling the distance. Were they calling out for me?

The rain was far too heavy and the fog too thick for them to see me from that distance, I would be shocked if they were able to see me by standing a meter away. I shivered and felt my teeth chatter, my toes curled into balls and I hid my hands under my armpits, I was so cold and yet so tired.

Sleep had taken over me in a few seconds, and with that a new nightmare started:

Not the hand! Not the hand!

Sweat was pouring down my face from the heat of the fire, my whole body felt as though it was slowly burning away and I knew in a few seconds that my hand would be too.

I struggled to get out of His grip, my fingers were tingling as the feeling drained out of them. I wriggled and pulled to get away, away from the fire, away from my torturer. He pulled my hand closer to the fire and I cried out as a new degree of heat invaded my arm. It was paining, it really was…

"NO!" I yelled, and pulled on my hand back again. I had to get away, I couldn't burn to death!

I looked up at the vampire and saw that he was still far too gone , enjoying every moment of this, to take pity on me. We were in one of the unused rooms, it was dark and in the corners where the fires heat didn't touch, was still cold and there was a fire place…

They had caught me stealing food, it was just a bun, nothing serious. They had thought it was time that I worked, that I finally became a slave for them and now here I was, my hand almost touching the red flames. I tried to block out a cry that seemed stubborn on coming out. I couldn't cry, I really couldn't.

" Thieves must pay the price, must they not?" The vampire demanded, shouting at the top of his lungs and the weird thing was that that scared me more, it was strange and yet true.

I cried out in pain, if I had known that that would happen, I would never have taken the bread, but I was so hungry. My stomach was paining so bad, making me double over. My body needed the food, but my body didn't want to get burned to ash too.

" I was hungry!" I cried out, my small voice sounding more and more like a child. I wasn't sure of how long I had been here, but it couldn't have been more than a year. I was around seven and I was scared.

" Then you should have asked for more food then, sweetie." He laughed the laugh that made all the hairs on my body stand up. A laugh that wasn't forgiving, a laugh that was inhumane. He pushed my fingers closer and I could feel tears roll down my cheeks, even my body was trying to set water to the fire.

He pushed my hand into the fire and for a whole three seconds I could help but wonder why it was so hot, why the air smelt like burning flesh, why my screams wouldn't stop , why the pain was so sore and why all this was happening to me?

He let go of my hand and I pulled it back with such haste that my raw flesh got caught on the large metal spear-like object that they used to poke the fire. It cut into my already raw flesh and I was sure that I would have cried for another injury to my arm, but I couldn't get over the first.

Why was it so hot?

Why was it so hot?

I knew that I was awake, I knew that I was sweating and for one thing I knew I was in my room. My eyes were still shut and my mind was dark, I had chased the red fire away or at least for now. I tried to see my surroundings and yet my body just wanted to rest, it felt worn out, it felt old, broken, lost, disorientated, cloudy. I was warm and yet I could tell you that I had sweat on my body. I could remember the last thing that happened and for some reason that all felt cloudy as though I wasn't really there.

The confusion was getting to me and I knew I was about to lose my mind if I didn't have my answers soon.

I opened my eyes slowly , but closed them again quickly. It hurt. I let out an internal cry of frustration and opened them again, this time knowing what to expect.

I was in my room, under the blankets, the curtains were closed and yet I could tell you that it was sunrise judging from the colors that shined through my soft , white curtains. I blinked a couple of times, questioning the feeling of why it felt so wrong. Since when have I ever felt so lost and out-of place? I stared at the ceiling above me, listening to my breathing. It was only after a few seconds that I realized that someone else was there too. My head shot to where the second pair of breathing was coming from.

Albus sat in a chair next to my bed, his torso and face bent over as to use my bed as a pillow. His glasses were still on and were askew, his hair was messy and in his face, his mouth was slightly open as to form a perfect 'o', he was still wearing his everyday clothes and didn't look as though he prepared to sleep, and on top of that all, he was holding my hand.

I blushed at the embarrassment and my confusion towards the unsettled feeling it was causing in my stomach and throughout my body. He was my friend, right?

I watched as he breathed in and out, such innocence and peace. I watched as the hairs that moved when he exhaled and immediately all nightmares were forgotten, but were replaced with a new realization.

I'm a Black.

All memories of what had happened washed over me, almost like a ton of bricks falling on top of your head, all at once and not so gently.

I remembered being so happy , knowing the name of my supposed grandfather, knowing that there was a chance to have a family, to have someone who knew me by blood. And then having the realization that he was dead, that his brother was dead too and that I was alone again. I couldn't process the let down in front of people, I had to get away . I had to-

It was so cold, the wind and the rain in the forest. It was so cold, which was ironic seeing as I dreamt ( or well, remembered) about the fire. It was strange, but then why did I feel so worn out. Surely they found me, that's why I was here in bed? Didn't they call my name?

I knew the answer to that and looked down at Albus again. I felt my lips form a smile of gratitude. They were too kind to me, for me. I reached over with my vacant hand, ignoring the heavy feeling to it, and brushed Albus's soft, raven-like hair out of his face.

I'm so sorry Al.

I don't know why I didn't pull my hand out of his, maybe it just comforted me or maybe it just made me feel as though I wasn't alone.

Al stirred at my touch and I felt a slight sense of panic. Should I remove my hand or do I- WHAT DO I DO! I didn't have time to react or hold any debate in my head. He rose his head and opened his eyes, only to shut them as quickly as I did. It was only then that I got a good look at his face, there were bags under his eyes and plum colored circles too, telling me that he hadn't been sleeping well, his face was abnormally pale and looked sort of shallow…

We stared at each other, both in too much shock, that was until his arms came crushing me, I breathed in and was surprised at how nice he smelled. It was musky and yet sweet, safe and secure.

" Thank Merlin you're okay!" He muttered hysterically into my hair, that was as usual- everywhere.

I opened my mouth only to have a mouthful of his shirt go into it, I struggled to find a position that didn't directly lead to me choking to death on his shirt or strong fragrance.

"Al, I'm fine." I reassured him, still feeling slightly confused as to what all the commotion was about. I tried to wriggle out of his hold, knowing that it was going to be awkward later on, but he just gripped me tighter, as though terrified of what might happen if he let go.

He held me so tight up against his body that that I was actually struggling to breathe, he didn't seem to notice and carried on muttering away," I was so scared! We couldn't find you and when we did you were so w-white and cold, we almost thought you froze to death, thank goodness it was just a fever-"

I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away so that I could look at him directly , " I had a fever?"

He frowned, " Don't you remember?"

I shook my head, " Only up until the forest."

He looked at me and then remained silent for a few moments, until finally speaking, " We went to look for you after an hour, we thought you would come back once the rain started , but you didn't." He paused for a moment before carrying on, " We searched for whole hour until Uncle Ron found you next to the river, under a tree. You were white and blue from the cold and weren't moving. We brought you back to the house, and you were okay for a few hours , until you started screaming bloody murder. Woke the whole house up, we tried to get you to calm down, but you developed a fever. We tried sponging you down and all, but you carried on screaming." He looked down at our intertwined hands, frowning a little. " It was almost as though you were on fire yourself. You stopped after a few hours , and let me tell you this," He looked into my eyes with such honesty,

" It was the longest five hours of my life. You looked so scared, tired and hurt. It was horrible."

We both shuddered. He because of me screaming and me because of the dream. Little did Albus know that I was on fire, in my mind and in my memories.

He put his one hand on my forehead, the one that wasn't holding my hand and felt my temperature, " How you feeling? Still hot or too cold? I can always go fetch another blanket for you if you want-"

I shook my head, " I feel fine." And just because I knew Al wouldn't believe me, " I promise!"

He didn't seem to believe me, like I knew he would, and quickly changed the subject.

" What about you? It looks as though you haven't slept in days-" I saw his sheepish look and groaned, " OH AL! Please tell me that you didn't just decided to not sleep?"

He blushed a little, but kept looking at me with determination, " It's not like I had a choice! You were screaming so much and squirming, it was frightening. Besides, that's what friends do , isn't it? Through thick and thin, rich or poor and through sickness and through health."

I chuckled, " You make it sound like we're married."

He smiled and we were both quiet for a moment. Al was still in a relatively awkward and uncomfortable position, half on the bed and half in mid air. At least he wasn't touching or hugging me anymore, that was far too awkward.

I sighed, " Thanks Alfred."

He chuckled softly and ruffled my hair, "Just don't die on me okay, Princess?"

I huffed at the nickname, but didn't answer. With vampires out there after your blood, you should know better than to promise that.

I scooted over across the bed, ignoring Albus's objects and patted the bed beside me, " Come, Mr. Potter. I hate seeing you sleeping in a chair, especially for me."

I saw Albus look at the bed warily, but after telling him that I would be angry at him for refusing my request after I wasted so my energy on moving up for him, he agreed and climbed in. We could both heard his joints popping as he moved and I grinned knowing that he would be comfier, at the very least.

I tried to ignore the fact that we were so close to each other and knew he was trying to do the same. What's up with all the awkwardness between us?

" This okay?" He asked , slightly embarrassed .

I nodded, " This is fine."

He relaxed a bit more, and I was glad.

I felt awful at what I put him through and just the thought that he had stayed up without sleep for so long, bugged me to no end. It was almost felt like an itch you couldn't scratch. And before I could stop myself or think about what I was saying, I was apologizing.

" I'm so sorry Al, for everything. For running out on you all like that, for making you come and find me in the rain, for scaring you and depriving you of sleep. I'm so sorry for it all." It all came out as a huge rush, I would have been surprised if he understood a single word. I was just really sorry.

He put his arm around me and drew me to his chest for the second time, " Shh... It's nothing. You had every right to be upset and want to be alone, James was right- don't worry I apologized to him about the whole nose punching thing. I was just a little scared that you wouldn't come back, it's silly I know, but you looked so lost and sad that…" He trailed off, " But I should have tried to understand a little better and as for staying up, you are alright and I would have stayed up another night to insure that if I must."

I nodded and quiet for a moment, until the words just ran right out of my mouth. I whispered " I was so happy when they told me about Sirius, pathetic I know, but still. I thought of everything, how it would be like to have a blood relative again, or at least remember. I thought of it all, him doing all the stuff my mother couldn't do and then to find out that- that he was died," I shuddered at the word, " It made me feel alone and in some way I just needed to be alone, to mourn alone and just to catch up to reality."

" I know." Albus replied, his voice sullen and understanding, " And I'm sorry that you can't have the family that you want or that you deserve, but we will keep looking. I promise." I twisted my head so that I could look at Albus and in his emerald green eyes I saw that he was being truthful.

We were silent for a moment before he broke it, " You do know that there are going to be a lot of things to discuss when you are feeling well enough again?"

I kept quiet for a few seconds, feeling tired all of a sudden, " I know, but I will deal with it then."

I leant back into his arms and smiled at how comfy I was. I didn't even notice his fingers trace over the scar I received from the fire, but I did notice his muscles tense.

" What happened?" He asked in what he hoped was a casual tone of voice.

I frowned and opened my eyes to see what he was talking about, I felt my frown deepen.
" It's nothing you need to worry about." I said, hoping he would drop the topic. His mind was too innocent to be polluted with my stories.

"Aurora-"

"No."

"Aurora-"

I cut him off with a groan, " Alright! If I tell you will you let me sleep?"

" I guess." He said and I took that as his Slytherin way of saying 'yes'.

I told him about me stealing bread, about having my hand over a fire, about the heat and the fear, I told him about how I cried when He stuffed my hand into the fire and when he let go I cut myself, thus causing the scar. I healed the fire wound easy enough, but as for that cut, it never went away. It remained my constant reminder. Albus was quiet when I finished telling my story, and I thought it because of our deal to let me sleep.

" I can't believe you had to go through all that… and more as a child. To be hurt over and over again, to lose your family and then to be brutalized on top of that. Most people get a toy broom for their birthday, not a new scar." Albus whispered, he felt so tense, so angry and so sad.

I shrugged my shoulders, too tired to care.

" It's all in the past, Al. They're stories and memories now, I'm not there anymore, I'm here." I turned and looked him in the eye, " And if you get depressed at every scar or mark on my body, I will seriously just drop you off in the nearest psychiatric ward and leave you there for the rest of your life, and I promise you one thing, I will not look back."

He rolled his eyes at my threat, " So much for through sickness and health and for as long as we both shall live, hey?"

I grinned, " That's for idiots, you idiot."

He laughed and for a moment we both just sat there grinning like idiots, because we both know that we would do anything for each other, through sickness and through health, through rich and poor, 'till death do us part.

" You do know you have drool on your chin, right?" Albus asked, his voice laced with false innocence.

I gasped and touched my chin and sure enough there was, I let out a sigh of frustration and annoyance, " Just when I thought we were having a moment, you idiot!"
And resulted to punching him.

SOOOOOOOOOOO?

Maybe i should mention that i only finished writing this at 12:34 AM, yeah, that's nine miuts ago... So, writing might not be up-to scratch! Not much happens in this chapter, but i thought i should just write about how Aurora was handling it all and thought that we are all in need of some A&A time... Soon, young ones. SOON!

So, what do you think of the A&A moments?

What do you think of her reactions? I dont know, but i sort of found Aurora giving Mr. P a lecture on how racism is bad and equality was funny. Miscommunication big time there.

Any suggestions?

Please remember that reviews help make it go faster and fasteras you saw, i'm up dating this week and not leaving this chapter for next week.

Sincerly from a very tired:

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