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You dont know me. You never did, and you beber will

When i was young i used to believe love was real during my age of going to 4 years old to 11 i still believed it but sometimes i stopped why? Well lets say this story will explain the shit ton of things

Aurora honey Please come downstairs

Yes Mother

I headed downstairs at 6:00 P.M Me and my family would join and Eat dinner

"Ah lovely Somebody decided to join us atlast"

"Pardon Father i was reading"

"Very well"

The house elves brought us our food which was Italian My mother was born in France and my Father in England Which lead to me I speak french and have a accent

"So aurora me and your father wanted to comment something to you I looked up to see my mother and father holding hands Which meant something really exciting is happening"

"We will host a ball"

"May i ask why?"

"Yes of course Well, Thomas you should tell her the news At this point i was confused"

"Very well, Me and your mother thought it would be a good idea for you To transfer from Beauxbatons to Hogwarts"

Hogwarts My father went there my mother only went for her last 3 years thats were they fell in love they were both in slytherlin and My mother decided That beauxbatons Was a place for proper young women honestly they taught me good spells but it was also how to properly to use my hand how to look well more proper things but of course i love to read books so i learned a little bit more

So why the ball for?

We will answer that tomorrow just know you and your mother will be going to buy a dress

Yes father

You may leave I nodded and properly got out my chair

I know if i didnt do things properly my mother would make me got from 4 hours of proper classes would go to 10 i take proper classes every day so after doing it for 16 years i got used to it so its a habit

I didnt know anybody from England except my sister and brother i got along with my brother instead of my sister they were both in hogwarts but i went to beauxbatons and i had a short break for 3 days while theres wasnt for another 2 days my birthday was tomorrow i thought maybe my parents were being sneaky and joking about me transferring but no they dont joke at all

After dinner i went to my balcony

Accio Chair A chair came to me and i sat in my balcony reading The great Gatsby It was my personal book my Father gifted it to me when i was 6 so its looks very old

After reading for about 2 hours i got up and stretched when i stretched i didnt notice my book fell out my hand to flew down my manor

I looked at my watch and it was 9:00 P.M my parents should be asleep

I went downstairs barefoot and i heard whispers in my parents side of the manor wing i ignored it and opened the door and saw my book i ran to it but i slipped

I groaned and tried to get up but i felt arms around my waist pulling me up

What may a pretty lady like you be doing outside at 9:00 P.M filled in mud I instantly knew it wasnt my father i quickly turned around and saw a brown haired boy around my age with a black suit shirt and black pants but his shirt sleeves were pulled up to his elbows and a cigarette in his hand

My apologies but what are you doing in my manor?

He chuckled

Hm Shame you didnt even introduce yourself

Well what if you were a kidnapper trying to break in

I am sure if there was one it would be dead i see your father has this home well protected with all the wards he had

You avoided the subject

Right your father i making business with a couple of families

Shit i forgot My father each december he would make business with the notts,malfoys,parkison,and greengrasses and more but i never met them

Theo! I looked behind me and there was a girl with short black hair and a platuim haired boy and a boy besides him i felt like i knew him

Blaise?

Aurora? I nodded and ran to give him a hug

Me and blaise were good friends till we both were 11 we havent seen each other since

Wait for us I stopped hugging blaise and looked behind him was a blonde girl and a browned hair girl

Okay what the hell are yall doing in my house?

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