Disclaimer: Aurora Clementine Badeau, Aberto Adriano Badeau, Alicia Doireann Badeau (nee Riddle), Timothy Durante Badeau, Alfred Cillian Badeau, Holly Caoimhe Badeau, Nicola Sorcha Badeau, Italia Isla Badeau, Thekla Sophia Badeau (nee Metaxas), Maximus Eligio Badeau, Alexander Fidel Badeau, Massimo Cillian Badeau, Dolores Maria Badeau (nee DaSilva), Gloria Boxington (nee Badeau), and Henry Boxington are © me lol I know, really long list of characters and yes, they're all related in some way. That'll be explained later. All of these names are authentic Spanish, Scottish, Italian, Irish, and Greek names (Thekla is the only pure Greek though). There are some names in here that I added but I'm not saying their mine because they don't play huge roles and I'm too lazy to go through the whole story again and type more names to this already long list (like Professor Markis, Nikita, etc…)
Pippa Lupin © my friend, Ashley :)
All other characters are © Jo Rowling (if you've seen the names in the original HP series)
Now…Enjoy. Please review!
Aurora groaned. She felt warm and comfortable yet she was having the worst migraine in the history of mankind. Her head throbbed powerfully in pain. She slowly cracked open her eyes and regretted it immediately. It was day light and the sun was beating down on the pristine white walls of the hospital wing. Wait…Hospital Wing? She dared to open her eyes again and sat up slowly. She was extremely sore; everywhere. She pushed her pillows up to support her back as she looked around the room groggily. The nine other beds were empty and she could hear Madam Pomfrey bustling around in her office.
Aurora racked her brain, trying to remember what happened to get her in the Hospital Wing. She reached up and gently rubbed her temples, trying to ease the pain. It felt as if someone had thrown a little rubber ball into her skull and shook her head to get the ball to bounce around. She remembered kissing Sirius and then running to the school. She remembered writing in her journal and then writing three letters. She remember walking to the Owlery and…seeing him. Her eyes snapped open. Voldemort singled her out through his mind. He attacked her mentally while she was at school. A wicked chill ran up her spine and she shivered. He had reached her here, the safest place in London.
She drew in a shaky breath and exhaled heavily.
"You're awake! Oh dear…" Aurora looked up as Madam Pomfrey hurried over to her, a concerned look on her face. She'd never seen Madam Pomfrey like this before. She was tough. It didn't matter if a student came in with a raging fever or a broken leg; she told them to suck it up and had them up and out of the Hospital Wing within a few days. She'd never seen Madam Pomfrey so concerned for a student before. Her brow furrowed in suspicion. "You had all of us worried."
"How long have I been in here?" Aurora was surprised that her voice was so rough and hoarse.
"Well…About three days," Madam Pomfrey responded. Aurora's eyes widened and she panicked.
"I've missed that many classes!? No, no, no! I can't miss that many classes! Oh God!" Aurora struggled against Madam Pomfrey's very strong grip. "Let go, old woman! I need to get to class," she snapped, her head throbbing worse. Madam Pomfrey huffed and pushed Aurora back onto the bed.
"Your homework is being taken care of. The teachers are giving you as much time as you need to make up everything." Aurora looked at her curiously when she said this.
"Why? Why am I so special? If it were anyone else, they'd have to make it all up within two days."
"Well…your predicament is a little worse then we all thought. And why would you complain about it?" Madam Pomfrey seemed nervous and agitated all of a sudden as she tried to change the subject. Aurora was becoming more suspicious by the second.
"What do you mean by that? Am I going insane or something? Am I dying?" Madam Pomfrey paled and squeaked before she hurried away. "Hey! Wait! Answer me!" Aurora called after her, looking very concerned and curious. She was met by silence. She waited a good fifteen minutes before she became very disturbed. She stood slowly, clutching her head as she ambled gently in the direction that Madam Pomfrey had gone. Just as she was reaching for the door handles separating her from Madam Pomfrey, they burst open and there stood before her what seemed like the entire staff of Hogwarts.
Dumbledore grabbed her shoulder gently and softly twirled her around and led her back to her bed. He pushed gently against her shoulder, making her plop down on her bed. She looked up at the Headmaster of the school, blinking curiously. He looked troubled and tired. Aurora looked over at Professor McGonagall, who just frowned sadly at her. She looked back at Dumbledore and watched as he dismissed the other professors and Madam Pomfrey. He looked grim all of a sudden, making Aurora feel very edgy and worried.
"Professor is something wrong?" she asked softly, wringing her hands in her lap. Her stomach was starting to make her sick. She had a terrible feeling that he was about to give her horrible news. Her beautiful eyes remained on him as he shifted slightly and finally looked at her, crystal blue eyes connecting with another pair of crystal blue eyes.
"Aurora…I'm…I have…"He sighed and looked down, shutting his eyes. This is harder than I thought it would be. "Aurora…" He looked back up at her, tears brimming his eyes. Aurora was startled and jerked slightly at the sight. "Your parents were attacked three days ago."
Aurora sucked in a shaky breath, her own eyes filling with tears. She blinked them away, trying to reassure herself that they were ok and just at St. Mungo's. "They're ok though. They're fine…Right?"
He shook his head, a single tear falling from one of his eyes. She watched that tear slowly trek its way down his old, wrinkled cheek. "No, Aurora. They're not ok. Voldemort…he…he killed your father," Aurora choked on a sob and buried her face in her hands as he continued on. "Your mother is at St. Mungo's. They have informed me that she was tortured to insanity and is now in a vegetative state…I'm so sorry, Aurora."
He reached out and gently grasped her shoulder. She was trembling and sobbing hard now. He stood and sat down next to her, wrapping his left arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side. She buried her face in his robes, tears soaking the soft blue velvet. She shook against him, heart-wrenching sobs echoing throughout the hospital wing. He held her for a long while, rubbing and patting her back soothingly until she finally passed out from all of her exhausting crying.