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Warning Depictions of Drug Use

It was raining in London on the day she realized she didn't want anything to do with the Wizard World. After the Battle of Hogwarts Aurora headed back to the muggle world, the American muggle world. She thought it would be easier there, away from the magic that could do such horrible things. Away from the community that condemned her for her blood. Just away, so that she could process all that happened.

When she has returned home to her mother, she found eviction notices piling up on the doorstep. Upon entering she found her mother motionless in the back bedroom. Aurora had known her mother well, she turned her to her side and sprays the nasal Narcan into her nose. She begins to hum softly and stroke her hair.

"Mom? Can you hear me?" she whispered.

"Rory is that you?" her mother replied.

"Yes Mom, I'm home."

"Is it summer break already?" her mother's voice cracked

"No, something bad happened in their world, school is over with. I'm home for good now. I won't be leaving anytime soon, okay?"

"Won't you miss it? The magic? Can you still do magic, my angel?"

"Yes I can, I still have everything, but I don't want to go back there ever again. There is nothing they can offer me anymore," Aurora sighed as she went to stand up to get her mother some water. " I know you won't go to the hospital, right?"

"I can't Rory, they'll take me away, they'll take me from you, and I need you. But I'll stop, you're home now, everything is better. Everything will get better," her mother stood and hugged her tightly.

A Year later

"Here are the belongings that were on her at the time of her passing. Are you sure that is the only container you wish to use?" said a man behind a desk at the mortuary.

"If I wasn't sure I wouldn't have asked for this, would I?" Aurora said icily. Putting the small sun necklace holding her mother's ashes around her neck.

"Of course, I apologize Ma'am."

Aurora had spent the past year working at a local coffee shop trying to catch up on her mother's bills, but with her gone, her will to be productive here left with her mom. She sat down in the middle of the floor with a huff. The crappy furniture had no appeal. She touched her wand where it always was, in a holster on the inside of the jacket she always wore. It had been a long time since she practiced magic. She attempted to shrink everything in the house down to be thrown away, after a couple of hours she finished. gathered it all in a bag, and placed it in the garbage bin outside. She would never come back here, and that thought made the weight on her shoulders easy just a bit.

She thought about going to the American Ministry, but the idea was so foreign she quickly dismissed it. She went to her job, quit, and left with her last paycheck, and the money was would have used for bills and she took a one-way flight to London. Around 10 hours later she arrived trying like hell to remember where the Ministry entrance was.

Eventually, she remembers something about an abandoned telephone booth and started wandering. Several hours pass by, it is growing dark and cold, she is suddenly very aware of her situation. She is a woman traveling alone in a foreign country, with hardly any money, nowhere to stay, unsure of where her destination is, and even if she found the Ministry, it is now going into the wee hours of the morning, no one would be there. She felt as though she should cry but no tears came, she had not cried since the Battle of Hogwarts. She doubted she would ever again.