Aurora Black, the fifth Marauder.
A girl so blind and ignorant, she couldn't see what many others did. She'd fallen in love with her best friend, she didn't know when, but when she finally realised that James Potter was more than her best friend, s...
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1991
Harry and Draco sat in an empty compartment near the end of the train. The Malfoy waited with his cousin until the annoying redheaded boy joined Harry, which is what the blonde usually referred to when speaking of Ron Weasley. They sat conversing about the future ahead of them, Harry beamed at the thought of becoming a Gryffindor. He wondered what his father and mother would say, would they be proud? What if he wasn't sorted into Gryffindor, would they love him all the same?
Harry turned his attention to the sliding compartment door, a redhead of hair peeked inside. Following his gaze, Draco scrunched up his nose in disgust knowing exactly who was to step into the small compartment. A certain Blackhaired woman laughed at the reaction of her nephew for he was the exact replica of his mother and father, both despised blood traitors with Harry and Aurora Potter being an exception of course. The messy black-haired man rolled his eyes not finding the blonde's reaction amusing. He crossed his arms and gave out a big huff causing his circular glasses to move down slightly on his noise.
Ron stepped into the compartment with a bright smile when seeing Harry, though it faded when catching sight of Draco who sat beside the jet black-haired boy. " Malfoy," said Ron as he glared at him. " Weasley," responded Draco the blonde was already up from his seat eager to leave the presence of a Weasley.
" See you later Harry," Draco mumbled under his breath before leaving the compartment as fast as he could.
Ron settled himself opposite from Harry, the two started a very serious conversation of quidditch not knowing they were being listened to and watched. The man with the same messy black hair as the younger boy who sat beside him, furrowed his brows listening intently to what he likes to call the most important thing on this earth except for his little lion of course. The women with twinkling green eyes admired the lightning scarred boy just like she always did, one could be on the brink of death and she would rather analyse every aspect of the life she had created.
The green-eyed women sat beside the boy she longed to embrace, while her husband sat between her legs on the red velvet carpet.
" Blimey, are you really Harry Potter?!" a tall blonde skinny boy with an upturned nose said. He caught the attention of all in the compartment for they hadn't noticed him before he opened the sliding door.
Harry nodded shyly, the blonde boy paused for a moment he scanned Harry up and down with furrowed brows though he stopped once getting to his forehead. The husband and wife glared at the boy having an idea of what was to leave his mouth.
" Can I see it," he asked. Knowing what was being asked of him. Harry pulled back his bangs showing the lightning bolt scar, the blonde stared for a moment with his mouth agape.
