Aurora Black discovers she is destined to destroy the wizarding world and tries to do everything in her power to not do so.
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? book one, aurora black x love interests
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CHAPTER TWELVE:
A SOLEM RETURN TO HOGWARTS
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Tuesday 8th , February 1994.
The month of January blurred by, each day bleeding into the next as Aurora remained confined to the Aleksander mansion. Her grandparents had left for business abroad, their absence palpable in the cold, empty halls. They'd deemed it inappropriate for her to return to Hogwarts without their supervision, leaving her behind to "mind the house."
It was a lonely stretch of time, made all the worse by the frigid temperatures that seemed to seep into every corner of the estate. The snow piled high against the windows, and the fireplaces—while grand—did little to warm the cavernous rooms. Aurora found herself spending most days curled up in her bedroom, the only space that felt remotely hers.
Her only connection to the outside world was through letters.
Dozens of owls came and went during those weeks, bearing correspondence that became her lifeline. Harry, Hermione, and Ron wrote frequently, filling their letters with tales of Hogwarts: the argument between Hermione and Ron she was missing, the latest mischief Fred and George had cooked up, and even updates on classes. Luke's letters were short but thoughtful. Harry's were the same, though Aurora couldn't shake the sense of awkwardness lingering between the lines since their tense parting before Christmas.
Even Draco had sent a letter or two, though they were more formal in tone. He wrote about his family's social obligations and how dreadfully boring they were, hinting that he'd rather be anywhere else. Despite herself, Aurora found these letters strangely comforting.
Still, none of it could chase away the growing restlessness she felt. The mansion was too quiet, the days too long, and the isolation too heavy. She often found herself pacing her bedroom, staring out the frosted windows at the snow-covered grounds, wishing she could be anywhere but there.
But as January dragged on, she couldn't help but feel the weight of her grandparents' decision pressing down on her. They had left her behind without a second thought, as if her presence—or absence—didn't matter. This was nothing new, but still. It was a stark reminder of where she stood in their world: a dutiful placeholder, a figure to be displayed when convenient and ignored when not.
She tried to push the bitterness aside, burying herself in the letters and gifts from her friends. But as the days crept by, she found herself counting down the hours until February, when she could finally return to Hogwarts and leave the cold empty mansion.
