YOU MAKE MY HEART SHAKE, BEND, AND BREAK BUT I CAN'T TURN AWAY!
aurora "rory" archer was a powerhouse. well, sort of. she was a fierce friend with a heart of gold and a love of music. she was also awkward, bad at potions, and... fatherless. her frie...
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RORY HELD LITTLE EMILY in her arms and softly rocked back and forth on her feet, slightly bouncing the child as she cooed. Rory hummed a lullaby as she looked down at her younger sister, her round eyes slowly shutting in the serenity of sleep. The girl smiled as her sister drifted off to sleep, wishing she could join her and drift off, forgetting her worries.
The door behind her crept open and someone walked in.
"Hello, Rory," he smiled.
Rory gasped softly, "Cedric? What? What are you doing here?"
The chestnut haired boy just smiled his charming smile and shook his head as if she were crazy for asking, "I wanted to meet your sister! Oh, Rory! She's beautiful!"
He looked the same as he did when she last saw him alive. Rosy cheeks and bright eyes. He still looked seventeen, he would always look seventeen. His gaze was almost nostalgic. It brought her back to days by the Black Lake as they shared a picnic or running down the corridors laughing when it rained on them outside.
"Y-Yeah, she is," Rory said slowly.
"Listen, I can't stay long," he said, placing a hand on her back, his grey eyes meeting hers firmly, "He's coming."
The boy's eyes darkened, the stormy grey slowly turning a smokier hue. Rory clutched her sister tighter in her arms and stepped away.
"Who's coming? Cedric, what are you talking about?"
"He's coming, little girl," Cedric said. She looked up at him, seeing all the color had been drained from his face suddenly. He looked like he had the night she saw his dead body on the Quidditch pitch. Out of the door, another figure stepped in. A tall, dark figure entered the room. Slow footsteps, loud and echoing as he stepped towards her.
Rory screamed, Emily began crying. It was McDowell, slowly walking towards her with his wand out. He pointed it at Cedric, Rory saw a flash of green light. He fell beside her, dead. McDowell smirked and leaned in towards Rory.
"Stupid little girl," he sneered, "I went too easy on you... you deserved much worse than what you got, after what you did to your brother. Letting him go out all alone, didn't even bother looking. What kind of sister are you?"
"Please," she cried, she held Emily tighter once again, but as she did, all of a sudden she was holding only the blanket she was swaddled in. Emily was gone.
"EMILY! No! I need to save Emily!"
She screamed, but McDowell pointed his wand at her again and black ropes shot out. Except not only did they wrap around her limbs, but gaged her as well. She collapsed on her knees, given this time her ankles were now tied together and her wrists were tightly bound together behind her back. Tears stung her cheeks as they spilt down. Muffled screamed escaped her lips, or at least attempted to.
