Hello to you all...

Hmm, let me just start out by apologizng for the long wait, but these past two weeks have been hectic and rather emotional... sigh.

Second thing is that i am really not happy with this chapter, seeing as i didnt really have an idea for it, so it's all rather... Strange. I know that it looks like Aurora has gotten really serious over the past two chapters, but she just found out she's a Black, Her Grandfather is dead and all that other stuff, so excuse her momentary seriousness.

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ANd here we go:

Chapter 33

"You can't do that!" I gasped, absolutely stunned at what I was hearing.

"Aurora, you're a Black-" Mr. Potter tried to reason with me, but it was hopeless.

I shook my head viciously and edged back into my seat in disbelief, "No, no, no."I muttered away not able to wrap my head around what they were saying. I didn't want this, not at all. "No! Look, it's all yours. He left it to you, not me- Heck, he probably didn't even know about me- then again he's dead! But, that's yours, all of it. I- I won't take it!"

You probably think I'm crazy, don't you? Then again, you probably don't know what we're talking about either- BLAH! IN YOUR FACE! Wait, I'm joking. Let's quickly get you all up-to date so you can agree with what I'm saying:

So, I woke up later that morning, Albus had fallen asleep on my bed and thought that it would be entertaining to roll me off the bed in his sleep (not funny). I went downstairs to get some coffee, only to bump into the two people I would have preferred to not bump into, Mr. and Mrs. Potter (Insert sarcastic 'Yay'). And so here we were a half an hour later discussing\arguing about the Blacks Heirlooms and all that other stuff.

"You're a Black-" Mr. Potter countered, I could see him getting annoyed, but I didn't care, not right now. If him getting annoyed is what makes me win in this argument, then so be it.

"So are Teddy and Mr. Malfoy!" I countered back. I couldn't take anything away from them; it belonged to them, not me. If anything they were a part of this family more than I ever could be.

Mr. Potter rolled his eyes, "Yes and so is half of the Wizarding World too for that matter."

I raised my eyebrow, "Point proven. So, can we just drop this conversation?"

He just ignored me and carried on talking.

"The Blacks were obsessed with Blood Purity, Aurora. They would have mated with their own family just to keep things pure- But, don't worry! Sirius was the definition of an Ultimate Rebel-" Mr. Potter reassured me quickly, having seen my facial expression change to grossed out. What? I also get creeped out at the idea of my Grandmother being like Sirius' aunt or something. "He always did the opposite of what his family told him: They wanted him to be put in Slytherin, be got himself put in Gryffindor, its rival. The family wanted him to support Voldemort , he joined a rebellion to stop him."

Mr. Potter smiled off into the distance fondly, and then looked at me the same way, "You remind me a lot of him. Not only do you both have the same knack for causing trouble at every turn, but look so much alike."

I could see it then, in his eyes a certain twinkle went out and was replaced by a hard and yet slightly broken down look.

"I hope you're not saying that I look like a boy, Mr. Potter?" I knew my joke was half-hearted, but Mr. Potter just looked so sad and I knew why, he missed his family, like me.

He smiled slightly and shook his head, "Not at all." He paused and then his face grew serious again,

"You should be proud of him, you know."

I looked down at the floor, too embarrassed by the way he was looking at me.

My grandfather joined a rebellion, survived 13 years in the worst prison known to wizards and escaped, he was able to fight off his families manipulation and fight for a cause so good, befriend halfbloods and muggleborns, even those who were stamped as Monsters. I was proud of him, more than what he would ever know.

"I am." I whispered to Mr. Potter softly, and then looked up to meet his stare, "Is that so wrong? To be proud of someone who you don't know, to love and feel so much grief for someone you never met."

I looked away at that point and rested by head on the offices table, hiding my face from humanity. I couldn't deal with all the pain that came from adding another person to my list of deaths.

I felt Mr. Potter put his hand on my shoulder and had to control the rational desire to push it off.

"It's not wrong." He said sadly and removed his hand from off my shoulder, "I've never really known my parents." I looked up at him in shock. He never spoke about his parents or past, not once. He wasn't looking at me though, but rather a photo frame on the wall. It was one of his parents laughing and dancing around, both of them looked to so happy, so full of life, so young. "I've heard about them, from many people, but I never really felt as though I knew them personally only what others knew about them. But, never have I stopped being grateful and proud of them." He turned to smile at me, "It's always harder for those left behind, Aurora, remember that."

I could see tears start to form in his eyes. He was right. It's always harder for those who are left behind and that's what he and I are. I guess you could say that we were so much alike, Mr. Potter and I. We both had to deal with death from a young age; grow up faster and fight for everything precious to us, even if that meant losing a couple of times first. But that's what gives us a story, I guess.

I could see a tear roll down Mr. Potters face by now, but he didn't wipe it away or anything, he just let the poor tear run its course.

I leaned over and touched his hand, "I remember one thing Mama always used to tell us, she said that we add value to whatever we are prepared to fight for, and I think at the end of the day, we both chose to fight for our own freedom, whether in death or life, didn't really matter."

And I knew it didn't, we both just wanted it over and done with. We both wanted to be free from the fight that seemed to never want to end, we both just wanted to stop the deaths that happened around us, so we fought for it.

Mr. Potter fought to protect the Wizarding World and to free himself. I fought to free myself and protect a bunch of strangers that I only grew to love. We both fought for strangers that, in a weird paradox, became family and fought to give ourselves freedom whether it involved living or dying.

We were both silent, too lost in thought to do or say much. So we stayed silent, we stayed still like statues.

The door flung open to show the mother of all Mother Hens. Mrs. Potter excused herself in the beginning, wanting our discussion to be a little more, um, private.

She walked into the room warily, eyeing Mr. Potter and I cautiously.

"So, how's it going in here?" She asked, leaning against Mr. Potters study table, trying to keep her tone light and casual, but I could see the real question behind what she asked.

I opened my mouth only to have Mr. Potter interrupt me (this family never learns), "She will take it."

"No I won't!" I objected loudly, jumping out of my chair. Mr. Potter opened his mouth to speak, but I carried on, "Listen to me! I don't need any of it, nor do I want any ofit. I don't need a house to myself, their money or heirlooms, none of it. It belongs to you guys not me!"

Why couldn't they just drop it? Couldn't they see that I had no need for it, none of it? It wasn't mine! How could they expect me to just take and take? Malfoy and Teddy were part Blacks, don't they at the very least, deserve it more? I was perfectly content with the way things were, I don't need more, I don't deserve more.

"They have more than enough, Aurora." Mr. Potter said loudly, and I was taken aback at his persistence, "The Malfoy name alone has more money than is needed, they have businesses all over the world, they don't need or want any of the Blacks property too. Teddy doesn't use his Grandmothers inheritance or name to get anything, he never will. He has more than enough to get by with what he is earning at the moment. And as for us? The Potters remain to this day the richest family name in the whole of Europe. We have enough money to not work for fifty years and still be able to spend ludicrously! But other than that, everything that The Noble House of Black ever owned belongs to you, and rightfully so."

"The others won't agree to this." I stated, stubbornly, "They would want their share of it all."

I was sure of this. I mean, how could they throw away their families riches on someone who didn't even know until a day ago that she was part of a fairly famous family.

Mr. Potter smiled slyly, "Wrong. They've already sighed off everything to you."

My mouth popped open, "WHAT?"

"Gringotts had already informed them that there is another surviving Black, one with a stronger blood connection than theirs." Mr. Potter grinned proudly, "Everything is already sighed and taken care of, we just need you to sign a few documents just to state that you accept being the Blacks Beneficiary-"

"WOAH!" I raised my hands; he was talking way too fast for my poor adjusting mind, "Just hang on there for a moment, okay?" He let out a sigh, but did what I asked.

I closed my eyes, and pressed my fingers to my temples. Okay, then. Let's all just process what he said. I thought about what he said and then finally came to my conclusion.

I let out a sigh before opening my eyes and turning into a full blown Aurora Meltdown.

"I STOLE FROM THEM! I STOLE FROM TEDDY AND MR. MALFOY!" I bellowed, a wave of hysteria washing over me. I jumped up from my chair and started pacing up and down the study.

"No dear, you didn't steal from them-" Mrs. Potter said quickly, trying to calm me down. I could feel her feelings radiating off of her, I ignored them. For once I didn't find comfort or acceptance in other peoples waves of emotions.

"No, I did!" I affirmed, my voice full of despair, "For once I have some friends, and you know what I do?" I turned to face the other two's shocked faces, I didn't even give them time to answer, "I steal their inheritance! Oh, no… They probably hate me, don't they?" Again, rhetorical, "Of course they do! Who wouldn't! Even I feel ashamed of myself!"

I sucked in a deep breath, readying myself for the next round of hysteria. I swear, that's all I have been doing these past couple of days, going hysterical, losing my mind, and then another round of hysteria! Maybe James was right, I was losing my marbles, if you know what I mean?

Mrs. Potter made use of my momentary pause, "No, Aurora! Now stop!"

Her voice was full of authority, she hadn't ever used that tone on me before, not even on James and I'm sure he'd given her lots of reasons and opportunities too. I shut my trap and nodded. And no, I didn't do this because I was scared, because let's face it; I'm a fearless noodle- Well okay , I'm not a noodle, that would be strange Aurora The Noodle… Hmm, Nah. Sounds lame.

She put her hands on my shoulders and looked at me directly, eyes on eyes, "You didn't steal from them."

I opened my mouth to protest, but she cut me off, "Harry explain."

Mr. Potter looked taken aback, but did what she said anyway. Smart boy, even me and my fearlessness wouldn't dare make Mrs. Potter angrier.

Mr. Potter cleared his through and began, "Ginny's right Aurora, you didn't steal from them. " He rushed on before I could give 'my opinion' on the topic, "Gringotts found that your relation to the Blacks is far stronger than ours, I don't know why or how, but it is."

I frowned, " So, that's why they are giving it to me?" I paused, "But, what if I don't want it? Can I say no or something?"

Mr. Potter shook his head, "It's different for Magic Folk, the beneficiary remains for as long as the person lives or another relative comes along with a stronger blood tie to the family, then it is passed on through a testimony or Will."

Silence fell over us, until broken by my gasp, "You mean, that the only way, I will get out of this is if I die?" the look on Mr. Potters face said it all. I pursed my lips, "Well, that's not an option."

He smiled proudly, but I soon wiped it off, "Well, I guess we'll just have to fix this then."

Mr. Potter groaned, "No, listen now. Malfoy and Teddy don't want any of it."

I interrupted him ( MAHAHAHAHA), " But why?" I demanded. Why couldn't they just keep the money and everything? Why on earth would they want to give it away?

Mrs. Potter sighed and said softly, "It brings back memories of things both of them would rather want to forget."

I frowned, "What memories?"

Mr. Potter shook his head, "You're too young to understand-"

I'm too young to understand? PUH-LEASE! The only thing I struggle to understand is why I haven't eaten anything in the last fourteen hours, that is what I don't understand.

I raised my eyebrow, "Really? Me?"

He crooked his head to the side, having realized who he's really talking too. Good thing too. Believe it or not but I can be quite understanding, at times. STOP LAUGHING! Did you not read my 'at times' comment? Jeez, calm your owl feathers.

My stomach growled loudly and I moaned, "Mr. Potter, please?"

I wanted to eat, I wanted to sleep, and I wanted to read a book not sit in the study the whole day while the others were doing that.

He raised his hands up to quiet me- does he not know that it is my unruly stomach that was doing all the talking? - He thought for a seconds before standing up to pace around again, "Teddy and Draco haven't exactly had the easiest life ever, I'm pretty sure you read about it in the old newspapers?" I nodded in confusion, not sure of what they had to do with the newspaper. "From the day he was born Malfoy has been taught how the Wizarding world should look and let's just say that it isn't the most unbiased and equal way of life."
" What does this have to do with anything?" I inquired, not quite understanding where he was going with this.

He rose up his hand, again to silence me- I CAN AND WILL NOT BE SILENCED! Never mind, I'm curious.

"His upbringing made him make real bad decisions, decisions that he's not proud of." Mr. Potter said slowly, phrasing his words properly.

I frowned at this putting the pieces together. Malfoy was in the same year as Mr. Potter, which meant that he also had to be involved in The Second War, but what about what Mr. Potter said about his upbringing? His decision?

I gasped, my mouth dropping open, "Oh…" I said slowly as the pieces of the puzzle started coming together. I turned to look at Mr. Potter in shock, hoping he would correct me in my line of thoughts, when he didn't I knew I was right. "He supported You-Know- Who, didn't he?"

Now, don't play that You-Know-Who joke where I say something about him and you ask 'Who?' all innocently or the game where I mention He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and you ask 'What's his name? Yeah, that was funny the first hundred times…

Mr. Potter nodded, but instead of defending his friend first, he reprimanded me (Yeah? Can you believe it?) , "Voldemort, Aurora."

I blushed and looked down at the floor, "My bad. Just thought I should show some tact and avoid the touchy name or topic."

You see? I try and show these Potters what tact is once and I get reprimanded for it, how bloody nice? Screw this! I'm becoming a unicorn! Be all shiny and stuff…

"Fear of the name increases the fear of the thing itself." Mr. Potter said with his Oh-I- Saved-The-Wizarding-World-Therefore- I'm- As-Awesome-As-Aurora self…. Yeah, please! No amount of saving is going to get you this awesome, well not in my lifetime.

I thought about this, and you should know me by now: I am always prepared to take on a challenge.

I sucked in as much air as my body could handle before bellowing, " VAMPIRES! VAMPIRES! VAMPIRES!" Mr. and Mrs. Potter jumped back in shock, heads turning around and wands already clutched in their hands. I stopped and laughed, "What a fail! I didn't fear them to begin with!"
I laughed and laughed and laughed at my humor. The two adults in the room were too shocked to do anything at first, but once the shock had worn off it was full-blown 'Don't you ever do that!' lectures and chastising.

After my stomach started to turn against me too, I apologized and changed the subject quickly. Eat now, cause chaos later.

Mr. Potter, whose face was still slightly red from all the shouting, pitied me and carried on before Mrs. Potter could get another lecture in, "Right, where was I?" He paused, and then started again, "Malfoy did indeed support Voldemort in the beginning, but he only did it because of his father." I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off. "His family, but mostly his father and aunt, were obsessed with Blood Purity. They believed that all filth such as Muggleborns, Muggles, Squibs, Half Bloods and Half Breads were to be killed. Their main aim was to have a Magic rule over all others-"

"That's awful!" I exclaimed, unable to think of how a life like that would be.

"Malfoy never wanted any of that, not truly, I think. But, being taught from your earliest memories that Muggleborns stole magic from Wizards and they weren't worthy of such power, and Muggles were inferior pest that deserved nothing more than to be slaves, gets to someone."

I thought about this," I guess so."

"He just wanted his father to be proud of him, and what better way than to join Voldemort, an army that his father and family were dedicated too?" I shivered at this, it was just so…. Inhuman. "He was forced to do things that questioned his morals, not only as a wizard, but as a human being. Before the war ended, he came to his senses and just in time too, I think. Many people had died during the wars, many family members too, leaving him with his inheritance. But it was a dirty, blood involved inheritance. It was a reminder of his mistakes."

Silence rang through the air when he finished, all of us were quiet as thought came over us.

I finally understood why he didn't want it- I mean, I wouldn't want it, but, "What about Teddy?" I asked, silently praying that Teddy's reason was far less… depressing.

Mrs. Potter sighed sadly, "Teddy's Grandmother was a Black, she passed away a few years ago, leaving teddy with his late mothers, fathers and her inheritance. He hasn't ever made use of any of it, refused to even sign the papers until Victoria basically forced him to by wand point, so that the Goblins could stop sending them notification letters."

"Stupid goblins." I moaned and crossed my arms. So impatient and impolite those… creatures.

Mr. Potter laughed, "Don't worry, they hate us too."

"I swear! You break into their bank once, they hate you. You insult their looks once and you are put on their Most Hated Lists." I grumbled and rolled my eyes.

Maybe magical creatures just don't like me in general- You see! I wouldn't be having this problem if I was a unicorn, but no, my ungraceful witch behind is as close to magical as I was going to get. And no, I'm not calling it beautiful or anything like that, if anything it's probably deformed with all the times it has attacked the floor.

Sigh. Me and my bum problems.

Mrs. Potter cleared her throat and I was forced to turn my attention back onto her again.

"So, what do you think? Will we have to force you to sign the papers or will you do it out of your own free will?" She asked, her face calculating my every move.

I frowned and stood up. Let the pacing commence.

To take it or not to take it is the real question?

Hmm, Mr. Potter had made it perfectly clear that they did not want any of the Blacks money, heirlooms or property, but does that mean that they will never need it? No, it doesn't. One day they will need it and I would have taken it… But, I have nothing though. Is it fair for me to go around with nothing at all?

I couldn't decide yet and I knew why, "I want to talk to them about this first. I don't care whether they want it or not, it just seems to be the more, well, decent thing to do." I sighed and thought about it, "We will all need to discuss it, including you-"

"Pointless, we already signed it off." Mr. Potter said, shaking his head.

I rolled my eyes, "Of course you did." I paused before asking them, "What if you need it?"
"Mrs. Potter chuckled, "Don't worry about us." She dismissed the thought without hesitation, "It belongs to you by blood." She looked over at Mr. Potter before giving me an unexpected hug, whispering in my ear, "Sirius would have wanted you to have it?"

Yeah, sure, and he knows all about me, how?

I thought of my discussion with Mr. Potter and I, was it possible to love someone who you never knew?

She pulled back with a smirk on her face, "I'm sure I could invite them over for dinner, seeing as it didn't go according to plan last time." I blushed my normal beetroot red with embarrassment, she embraced me again tightly, "Don't ever do that to me again."

I nodded against her light green top, "I promise."

"Promise to come home if you do?" She muttered, and I was touched at the love she had for me. It was almost motherly, if anything.

I smiled against the cotton, "I promise."

I promise I will come home, I promise to never make you worry like that again, I promise to never make you cry out of sadness for me and I promise that no matter what happens I will always love and consider you my family, to bad within a year I would have broken every single one of these promises.

I pushed away from her and chuckled, "What's up with all the hugs today?"I asked with a grin on my face. It didn't help worrying or stressing about what was too come, I was going to have a normal day; every single thing will be nothing out of the ordinary.

Mr. Potter walked around the table and in one swift move he was ruffling my hair again.

I jumped back and huffed, "COME ON!" My hands flew to my hair and I tried to flatten it, it didn't work though… when did it ever?
"Punishment." Mr. Potter stuck his tongue out, laughing lines showing under his eyes.

I threw him a mock glare, "And what having a fever isn't enough?" I pursed my lips, "Could I get you arrested for harm towards beautiful hair?"

"Beautiful? Wasn't it just last week when you described it as 'too long and bushy to do much other than catch prey and in the web of knots'?"

I spluttered. Okay, he got me there, my bad. But if any of you even dare say that to me you will experience a life's worth of Wacky Wand on your ass.

"That's not the point." I argued back. I think it would be considered a foolish and downright lie if I said that I actually have a come-back ready, and I don't lie…That much?

He raised his dark black eyebrow from behind his fringe, "And what is the point?"

OHH! So, now he's challenging me? Oh that's nice! So, much for let- Aurora-Have-Her-Own-Way-it's-easier method, okay I get it. Thank goodness I knew the one phrase that has the ability to get men off your case quickly and easily.

"You wouldn't understand, okay?" I crossed my arms, "Men can't when girls are on their periods."

His eyes bulged and he started spluttering, "W-What?"

I grinned devilishly and patted his arm comforting, "Only joking."

This didn't seem to comfort him in the slightest, my – our bad (You shall take the blame too).

"Give the old man a break, Aurora." Mrs. Potter laughed her twinkling laugh that way she always does.

"I'm not that old." Mr. Potter grumbled and turned to his wife. I could feel the waves of love that poured off of both of them, it was the strongest emotion I had ever felt. I wonder if I would ever find someone like that? Someone who loved as much as Mr. Potter loved his wife? Probably not, I'm far too awkward and besides, I will not talk boys while you're in my head- Well, at least not now.

Maybe the feels were a little over powering or I just got the hint, but I excused myself quickly after that and decided to shower and get ready for the day- WHAT! Just because I love to sleep and would practically live in pajamas is society allowed it, does not mean that I enjoy being all dirty and stuff.

I bid them a goodbye, which they didn't hear and made my way to my room, humming a merry tune and cursing the not-so merry evil stairs.

I opened my door only to be met by a loud snore. I winced at Albus's kind and friendly greeting. I top-toed over to the bed. He looked so peaceful in his sleep, almost as though he dead. Face clear of any worry or emotion, everything was so tranquil, expect for his unnatural snores.

I grabbed a pillow that somehow landed on the floor, climbed on the bed trying to steady myself and lessen the caving in of the mattress.

One…

Poor bugger.

Two…

Very poor bugger.

Three…

Too bad, poor bugger.

I lifted the pillow up above my head and then with as much force that I could muster ,I hit him, only…

To have his eyes pop open and grab the pillow from my hand before it could touch him.

"WHAT-" I exclaimed in surprise- Well, you would be too if you had see something so, so cool.

I stared at the pillow in his hand and then back at his highly annoying smirk, then back at the pillow.

"Pajama party, is it?" He said conversationally, sniggered and threw me what Rose described as a 'Slytherin smirk'.

I ignored his comment because it was stupid and because I didn't have a comeback, but mainly because it was stupid.

I shook my head, looking down on him, "Pillow War." I corrected him. Well, actually it was more of a hit and run, but he didn't need to know that, he shall may remain oblivious.

He sent me a crooked smile, his hair was still a mess and was falling in front of his green eyes, his face was a little pale, but that was from just waking up, I suppose. I understood why people say that he and Mr. Potter look the same, it was quite astonishing really and creepy.

He nodded his head with a smile, "Pillow war, you say?" I nodded, "So, does this count as winning?" He nodded towards the pillow.

I shook my head, "No."

Technically it did, but then you also have to realize that we weren't actually playing Pillow Wars.

He frowned, " Then how do you win?"

I grinned down at him and crossed my arms, "Now, why would I tell you? That would be like hitting myself with my own wand."

This could and most probably would happen.

He smirked and then laughed, "That could happen."

THAT'S WHAT I SAID-OMG! CAN HE READ MINDS! No, no, he can't. It's impossible, he can't. It was coincidence.

He carried on, ignoring my mental war (see, he cannot!), " So, tell me Mrs. Maker-Of-All-Rules, how is it that I beat your good for nothing ass?"

I kicked him in the stomach with my bare foot, and replied in a pompous voice, "Mrs. Maker-of-All-Rules does not give her secrets or rules to any faint hearted, stupid minded and little boys like yourself."

He raised his dark eyebrow delicately, "Little boy?"

I nodded, "Very little boy."

His hands shot out and grabbed mine, I gasped as he tugged and I fell down, right on top of him on his stomach.

'Oomph.'

"DAMN YOU'RE HEAVY!" He exclaimed loudly into the silence, his cheeks puffed out.

"ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT?" I shouted at him, before he could answer I hit him over the head. It was then that I made sure to put all my weight onto him, who cares!

"No, no!" he said quickly, his face showing more and more pain.

I hit him again, "Yes, you did!"

I glared at him. I might not really care all that much about most things girls care about, but I do and will get offend if I'm called fat.

He covered his head fearfully, "You're not fat! You're a lovely size, very nice!"

"Well, I can't be such a lovely size if you moan when I fall on top of you!" I growled back, my hair slipping into my face.

"That's sounds dirty." He sniggered and then laughed when I blushed- Well, what did he expect me to do? Giggle and tell him that he was so funny? Yeah, like that's going to happen.

"You're impossible!" I exclaimed and carefully, just so I wouldn't hurt him, slid off him. Don't look at me like that! Okay, okay, I sort of first jumped on him on him once with my 'lovely size'.

He rubbed his stomach and carried on laughing as my blush got deeper and deeper.

"Shut up!" I moaned and stuffed my head in a pillow after I was positive that my face now resembled a sun burnt tomato.

He tried to pry the pillow away from my face, before giving up when he grasped the fact that I wasn't going to take the pillow away from my face before my blush died down or pass out due to the inability to get much oxygen. He carried on talking calmly, probably waiting for me to go unconscious so he could lock me up in my cupboard and eat my French toast- HELL TO THE NO, am I going to let that happen.

"Such a nice morning person you are." I laughed, has he not meet me? "Trying to wake a poor, tired man from his sleep by means of violence."

I shook my head, "You weren't asleep." I mumbled into the pillow, though it came out as a cat moaning.

"Excuse me?" He asked, his voice confused.

I lifted my head just enough to get sound out, "You weren't asleep." I said again, but with far more clarity.

He was silent for a moment before asking, " And why do you say that?"

"Because you don't snore." I mumbled again, only to have it muffled by the pillow.

"What?" He asked, confused again.

URG! Just learn how to speak Muffled-In-A-Pillow language and we could carry on a conversation with less annoyance.

Again, I lifted my head just enough for sound to exist, "Because you don't snore."

He was silent for a few seconds before moaning, "Please take your pillow out of your face."

"Why?" I mumbled, having no intention of removing it any time soon.

I felt the pillow move away from my face and new found oxygen filled my lungs.

"Because," He answered, "it's hard to have a flowing conversation with an unconscious person."

I rolled my eyes and then laughed, "Understandable, they do take an awfully long time to reply, don't they?"

He laughed back, "Just a bit."
I chuckled, " So, why didn't you just go when you woke up?" I asked, slightly concerned as to why anyone would want to be in my room longer than necessary- Not that it's dirty or anything seeing as it's quite obvious that Mrs. Potter has been cleaning it while I was asleep.

He rolled his eyes and carried on playing with one of my many curls, entertained by it's spring-like movements, not bothering to look at me while he answered, "Maybe, I was hoping for breakfast in bed?"

He looked at me when he said that and I noticed how close we were, but that didn't stop me from doing the most rational response- laugh.

"What?" He asked, surprised at my sudden outburst.

I breathed in, "M-Me? Cook?" And that started a whole new line of laughs. "Have you ever seen me in Potions?"

He started laughing too, before sobering up, "How are going to cook for your husband one day, though?"

My mouth dropped to the floor.

WHO WOULD WANT TOO MARRY ME?

I didn't say this though, instead I turned to Albus, "This isn't the 1700's, darling, men can cook." I paused before adding, " Besides, if my cooking isn't any better than my potion-making skills, then maybe it's best that no one eats my food."

We both shuddered at the possible outcome.

"So, why did you stay here?" I asked and he returned to playing with a curl.

"I told you, for breakfast." He muttered, but I could feel the change in energy coming from him, it was more negative than anything else.

I rolled my eyes, "Right and I own a pure white panda."

He frowned, "Panda's are black and white-"

I rolled my eyes, "Exactly." I waited for him to answer, when he didn't, I allowed my impatience to shine through.

"Albus!" I moaned loudly.

He groaned before looking away from me entirely, "You weren't here when I woke up."

I frowned, "Well, I went to have something to eat or at least tried too." I trailed off, trying to see his facial expressions, though his back was turned. It me about a second to figure it out, what he really meant. I gasped, "You thought I ran away again, didn't you Albus?" I could see his muscles tighten under his tight shirt. I put my hand over my mouth, "Oh Albus…" I moaned, "I promised you I wasn't going to run away again or leave, I just needed to think not leave-"

"I know." He muttered softly, I actually had to lean in to hear it. He got out of bed quickly and I stared at him at shock. He kept his back to me for a few seconds, before turning to me. He had an odd look to his face, one I couldn't place. I could feel a certain emotion in the air, was it guilt?

"Albus, what's wrong?" I asked, crawling to the edge of the bed.

He looked at me for a moment, before sighing and running his hand through his hair, "I was happy."

I frowned, confused as to what he saying, "What-"

He interrupted me, pacing up and down my room, "I was happy when you found out you were a Black or maybe I was relived or both!" He muttered away, pacing up and down the floor faster and faster before coming to a complete stop, "But all for the wrong reasons, Aurora." He sighed, looked at me, and then sat down on the edge of the bed.

I stayed silent, knowing that he was first sorting through all his thoughts.

"Maybe it's because I've grown so used to you being here, staying in the same house, arguing every morning with Mum because she refuses to make French Toast, humming and singing when you concentrate and being sarcastic in a majority of your daily conversations, I practically consider you family by now." He paused, and ran his hand through his hair again, "I haven't really thought of you leaving, it just didn't seem like a reality and then yesterday when you received your letter- I was scared. Scared that you would leave, leave us for a family of your own. And I know if anything you deserve a family of your own." He looked at me intensely, before carrying on, "I just didn't want you to have one if it meant leaving us." I froze unable to say anything, he looked at my express and laughed a bitter laugh, "Yeah, I know. So, much for friendship, hey?" He stood up and paced around again, " And then they read that you were a Black and you want to know the first thought that came to mind?" He didn't wait for my answer, "' Oh, good! They're all dead', that was the thing I thought of." He laughed humorlessly; I cringed back, not used to seeing this Albus.

"I guess I really do fit the Slytherin profile then: Myself first, everyone else later!" He rolled his eyes, " Then again, I've never really showed much of a Hufflepuff side." He shook his head, " But, I was happy, happy that you were staying. Then you found out they were all dead and you looked so sad, and I realized that what I was feeling was awful, cruel actually, but still I was happy. When you said that that you had to go think, I got worried again, the first thing that came to mind was when you first tried to run away. You know what happened after that." He smiled at me sheepishly, I didn't return it though.

It was silent for sometime after that, none of us said anything, not for a while at least.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked, my voice was tight and cold.

I felt betrayed in a way, but then I could also understand in another way. I felt betrayed that he would rather have my family dead and have me stay with his family. But then I could also understand, goodness knows! I don't want to leave this family, but to be happy because my family members are dead, that was just… harsh.

"Because," he smiled softly, " we're friends."

"Even if you're happy that my family is dead?" I challenged him, I was angry and I knew deep inside that I shouldn't be.

" That's not what I meant." He groaned loudly.

I know…

I walked over to the large window in my room and opened the curtains to allow some light shine through, then opened my window to let the late August wind to enter. I shivered and wrapped my bare arms around me. I sighed at the view, lost in my own thoughts.

"What would you be thinking then, Aurora, if you were in my shoes?" Albus demanded to know, I could hear by the tone in his voice that he was angry, but I could tell you by the emotions radiating off of him that he was hurt.

I pursed my lips, keeping my eyes on the scenery; my hair was dancing around my body. I turned to face him, his face begging me to understand and my face showing him that I was trying.

"I would have been happy, at least someone in this world would find light at this never ending tunnel." I sighed and turned away again, the sun was right above everything now, but you could feel autumn on its way.

"You don't understand, do you?" He asked quietly, his voice hopeless.

I did, maybe better than what he did. How would I feel if someone, let's say Albus, left? I guess my first instinct is to be happy for him, be thrilled that he has someone he could call his own, maybe once it sunk in I would realize that he was leaving and actually feel a little hesitant and hatred for the matter at hand. Albus skipped the whole 'Happy First Part' and moved on to his personal desires first. It wasn't that he didn't care, it was that he had grasped the fact that I could leave if I wanted… Or that's what I hoped he thought.

"It makes me a cruel person in your eyes, doesn't it?" He whispered to himself.

I sighed, "You're not a cruel person." I turned to face him again, this time with a small smile on my face. "You were happy because I would stay and you comforted me when it counted, okay? So don't go beat yourself up about something so unimportant, that's my job." I glared at him. He smiled and walked over to give me a hug.

I sighed, not out of happiness- Goodness no! No, this was just a lot of hugging that my body and social awkwardness couldn't take.

" I'm sorry." He muttered away in my hair.

I nodded, "Everyone is."

I put my arms on his chest and pushed away.

He laughed, "And now?"

"All this hugging is annoying me." I grimaced.

I swear, its annual Hug- The-First- Hug- Hating- Person- You- See Day.

He clicked his tongue, "How odd? Most girls would faint at the mere thought of me hugging them."

I rolled my eyes, "How odd, the mere thought of you getting an ounce of modesty is suddenly making me light headed."

I pretended to wobble around, like a drunken sailor, only to trip and fall on my hands and knees.

Albus laughed as I picked myself up.

I glared at him, "Oh, stop it. It's not like you haven't seen me fall before."

He smirked, "No, I was just think about how strange it was to have to walk for so long without your body tackling the floor."

I rolled my eyes, "Look, I need to shower and get ready, your mom has invited your family over to celebrate me being a Black." I rolled my eyes, pointless cause for a celebration, "And to discuss the whole Black Inheritance thing with Mr. Malfoy and Teddy."

Albus rolled his eyes, "They will hand it over to you without a second thought."

Not him too.

"Whatever." I said and pointed to the door, "Now out, Doggie."

Albus laughed loudly, " Whatever to you too."

He strolled out of the room only to pretend to trip when getting to the door.

" IDIOT! I screamed over his laugh.

I picked out my outfit of clothes that was packed unnaturally neat (obviously not done by me) in my cupboard. It was weird to see my room so neat and tidy, but I didn't really put too much thought to it, it will turn into its old self soon again, where dirty dishes out numbered human inhabitance and my cupboard was used as storage place for all things that either hadn't been worn or hadn't really appealed to me enough to use my limited amount of energy to fetch.

It was finished within a half an hour. I was wearing jeans and a white and green floral top. I was just combing my hair when an urgent scream called for me.

"AURORA!" Lily's voice echoed from around the house.

I rolled my eyes, "YES!"
The word hardly left my mouth when she replied, "COME QUICK!"

One thing about Lily is that she makes everything sound urgent and important.

"I'LL BE THERE IN A FEW!" I yelled back, continuing with my hair combing.

I expected to hear Lily's voice again, not Mrs. Potter, "NO! NOW! QUICK!"
I frowned, why would Mrs. Potter be calling me with such urgency? My first thought was danger. Were they in danger? Were the vampires here? How could they have gotten in, even Mr. Potter told me that it was nearly impossible to break into the place without someone's consent.

I dropped the brush, grabbed my wand and ran downstairs as quickly as I could. I was prepared to fight. I followed the voice as too where they could be: The Kitchen (obvious choice, considering the Weasley factor).

They were all outside the kitchen, watching the sky. Mr. Potter and Mrs. Potter were dressed in the same clothes as earlier (Duh.), James was still in his pajamas, Lily was dressed in an airy white dress that complimented her fiery red hair every well and Albus's hair was wet, probably just gotten out of the shower, he wore a plain white top with beige shorts. All of them were watching the sky.

Vampires can't fly…

I lowered my want, "Yes?" I called them in a slightly annoyed tone.

They all turned to me, smiles imprinted on their faces, as they motioned me over.

I walked to them steadily (Well, for me), "What's going on?" I asked.

"Look up, Black." James grinned and draped his arm lazily over me.

I first looked around confused, until remembering:

I'm a Black.

I'm a Black.

I'm a Black.

I looked up and at first wasn't sure as to what I was supposed to be seeing until I saw it:

Four birds- Four owls.

I frowned, "Are those Hogwarts owls?"

"Yup." Mr. Potter answered happily, popping his 'p'.

Was it just my eyes or was my counting way off.

One owl.

Two owls

Three owls-

I narrowed my eyes, "Wait, are there four owls?"

Lily chuckled, " Yes."

That only just deepened my frown, " But they only needed three."

I said, my brain reeling around, giving me a headache.

Mr. Potter said, turning around to give me a hug, "Well, I we have your answer, then."

My mouth dropped open, the funny feelings started in my stomach and I could feel my heart beat quicken- NOT AGAIN! I swear, I'm going to have a heart attack by the end of the week; by the way things were looking.

I threw my fists in the air, forgetting the fact that both Mr. Potter and James were holding onto me, "ALRIGHT!" I screamed, "Took them long enough!"

"It's been three days, Aurora." Albus said slowly, turning to me.

I rolled my eyes, " Yeah, well, that's seventy one hours and fifty six seconds longer than what is needed for a simple 'yes' or 'no' question."

"Four seconds too answer, really?" Mr. Potter spluttered.

I grinned, "What can I say? I feel the need to be generous; usually I only give people two."

He was saved from answering as all four owls swooped in to the house dropping the letters on the table, then flying out.

"Thank you!" I shouted at the birds and rushed inside, the others following behind me.

There they all were, lying on a heap, I didn't see my name, but refused to be discouraged. I stood a meter away, hands holding each other for support, I didn't dare touch one.

Mr. Potter walked over, picked up the papers and read handed them out.

"Albus Potter." Mr. Potter read out in a clear and calm voice. Albus took the slightly bulging envelop and walked away.

"Lily Potter." He did the same and I was left standing with an out- of-control abdomen, an unstable heart, uncontrollable impatience and a mind filled with outlandish thoughts.

"James Potter." He read out loud and James strutted forward, an easy going grin on his face.

Mine had to be next…

The last letter, all my hard work and time, my atrocious attitude and rather stupid, snide remarks.

Everyone froze as Mr. Potter read it out, even his voice showing some indication of excitement, "Aurora Black."

I was taken aback at my surname, it sounded strange, but that wasn't what I was focusing on.

Albus nudged me in the back, "Take it."

I didn't move. This whole family probably thinks that I have a huge fear for envelops, but in all honesty it was the newness of it that excited me, but it is what the envelop contained that scared me.

"This is your letter, Ms. Black." Mr. Potter grinned and extended his hand.

I nodded, stuffed all butterflies, nausea and fear to one side of my mind. I reached out at grabbed the letter from his hand, surprised at the smoothness of the paper, it tingled along with the excitement in the air.

I carried on staring at it, until I got another jab by Yours Truly, " Open it."

I nodded, they all watched me as I gentility opened the envelope; I reached in and grasped the paper beneath my fingers and pulled it out. I swallowed and stared at the paper in awe, before snapping out of it.

I carefully unfolded the letter and with hesitation read its contexts, the emerald green writing wrote:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall

Dear Ms Black,

We are please to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

John Albertus Wessels

Deputy Headmaster

I read threw the letter again before finding a rather problematic mistake.

"CALL THOSE OWLS BACK!" I bellowed, my mind was all over the place.

They all jumped back at my bellowing, but I ignored them.

I ran outside, chasing after the owl. A hand reached out and pulled me back, "Stay still!"
" NO! I need that owl!" I growl struggling against his grip.

"Why?" He tugged me back, after I found a way to wiggle myself out.

"Because!" I panted, struggling again, "They are awaiting my owl!"

James laughed, pulling me back, "Don't worry, they aren't serious about that-"

I attempted to wriggle out again, "What if this time they are?"

" They aren't! Listen to the tardy guy who has been going to that school for the past six years, okay?" He asked.

I guess he had experience with this kind of thing…

I nodded and stopped struggling.

"Now, if I let you go, will you promise not to chase those damn birds?" He asked slightly out of breath.

I nodded, "I promise."

Besides the moment was over, a new moment had carried on and I had just done my years worth of exercise. James let go of me and helped me get up, the family had carried on as normal, ignoring mine and James little brawl going on a few seconds back.

"And?" Mrs. Potter asked excitedly.

I grinned and laughed, " I'm in!"
She attacked me with a mighty hug (No, I wasn't going to attack her). We danced and laughed happily. This was it; I'm on my way…

" Ahh, mom? Dad?" Albus's voice called out, slightly hysterical. We both turned around to see Albus hold a badge with the words ' Prefect' written on in silver.

"AHHH!" Mrs. Potter attacked him in a hug.

Mr. Potter stood there proudly and congratulated his song, James pretending to sob in the table cloth and Lily pretended to comfort him. I laughed at their antics, knowing that they were both rather proud of their brother.

I stared at Albus and his family in wonder. If I had had a normal life, would I have been a prefect? Would my parents be gushing over me, smiling with pride? No, I don't think so. I'm not the prefect type. Too naughty and friendly to be.

James decided to drop the act and actually look at his letter, after a three second scan through he looked up and grinned at us all, "I PASSES! I ACTUALLY PASSED!"
Mrs. Potter snatched the letter from him and read through it too, her face turning a dark crimson color, "You just passed!"

A knock was hard at the door and James used it as an excuse to get away.

"OH NO YOU DON'T MISTER!" She yelled following to the room.

I winced at their screams, Lily sighed, "Best go make sure mum doesn't kill him." She rolled her eyes and muttered as she walked away, " Don't know why she does this every year, you would have thought she would get used to it by now."

I turned to Albus and Mr. Potter, both grinning from ear to ear.
" I'm quickly going to owl Amanda, tell her about the new Slytherin Prefect." He grinned and ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I winced at the name of my new friend.

Mr. Potter laughed, "Don't worry, no one in the house likes her either."
I nodded and then suddenly became aware of my letter still in my hand, I moaned, "Oh, great! I'm going to be stuck with her for the rest of the year."

Mr. Potter laughed and put his arm around me, " I think you'll be able to take her on if a fight starts out."

I looked up at him in confusion, "Oh?"

He nodded, "You're a Black, Blacks are known for being sneaky, and you have connections with the Weasley family."

I laughed, "Get some pranking material?"

Mr. Potter laughed and looked down to wink at me, "Or give her hell."

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO?

What do you think?

Like i said, i'm not entirely sure of this chapter, i just thought that it is time to have her Hogwarts letter come! ANyway, Diagon Alley next chapter. What would you like to happen there? ANd Hogwarts?So, what do you think of Albus's feelings to AUrora surname?

Suggestions always appreciated,

(Very happy)

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