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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5 years later...
August 31st 1976
Aurora sat staring into the darkness of her art room, a deadly silence fell upon 12 Grimmauld Place. Her eyes bloodshot as she stared at the unfinished canvas, her hands shook in shock.
Her white pale skin, slightly blushed from the cool air that prickled at her skin.
Regulus stood at the doorway, silent as he watched his cousin scream. Aurora scream, her grip tightening on her black waves that laid messily on her head.
Aurora moved her hand clutching her stomach as she rubbed the sore pain on her head from pulling her long dark waves. She wore her black dress, the one she always wore for the dark lords tasks, Regulus always thought it was too elegant for such occasion.
Aurora stumbled back, tripping on her death eater robes. " He couldn't even recognise me," Aurora stuffed her face into her hands as cried hysterically. Warm hands wrapped around her figure as she leaned into the touch, Regulus kissed Aurora's temple as she shook under his touch.
" I'm so tired bubsy."
" So tired."
Regulus mumbled a melody into Aurora's ear as he rocked the both of them back and forth attempting to control her cries before they both faced the consequences.
Aurora turned moving her hands to hold Regulus face, " He's dead," she cried her grip tightening with each cry. " He's dead," Aurora's bloodshot eyes meeting his teary eye ones.
The pain in her eyes unbearable, " He didn't even know my name," her throat tightened as she spoke.
Flashback:
" I'm sorry, do I know you?" Cygnus questioned as he placed a comforting hand on Aurora's knee. She stared back at him with utter disbelief, her mouth stayed slightly gaped while he watched her with concern.
" Papa, how could you not know who I am?" Aurora whispered moving his hand away from her touch. Her pink lips trembled as he stared at her with a skeptical look. " I'm your daughter."
" Papa Please tell me you remember me," she pleaded reaching out to touch him. He backed away alarmed, calling the only person he could remember.
