"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙝𝙪𝙝? "
" 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤.. " She smirked, slyly.
Aurelia Lupin was known for one secret. And Theodore Nott made it his mission to figure it out.
Join Aurelia on her journey as she makes new friend...
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New School Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Oɴᴇ
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narrator's pov
HER WORLD WAS FILLED WITH CURIOSITY to the brim of the glass. She grew up with a brilliant thinker as a father, after all. She just wished she could make that person proud. And little did she know, she always did. Remus adored his children with all his heart. Nonetheless, growing up in a family that had high expectations was hard on her and her siblings. But Aurelia had an advantage.
Powers. Her father had called them. She liked to think of them as nothing more than abilities that weren't common to every girl in a wizarding world. Disregarding them, was what she was always taught to do. Normal people may have said to embrace them, but Aurelia's parents thought differently.
They weren't sure what people would think of her. Dangerous? Harmful? Would she even be aloud to get into a school? They didn't inform Beauxbatons of her specialties and in result, once they had found out, they bumped her.
Aurelia's father, Remus Lupin, had told them they were moving schools due to him having to attend his Order of the Phoenix meetings. Which was partially true, but originally only to attend and his children would still stay at their normal school. But he covered it up by moving his family to London and changing their schools. Instead this time, Dumbledore was actually aware of Aurelia's abilities.
Aurelia had a huge secret.
A potentially life threatening one.
And once she met that brunette boy at Hogwarts, her life flipped around.
Would he find out?
Would she tell him?
Would the depths of the sea dip into darkness, taking over the secret into the night for it to not be revealed?
A secret.
And a bloody good one too.
She gently twisted the cap off of her hot coffee and swirled the black pick around the mixture.
All she could focus on was the album tunes softly playing. It was a record from the disc shop her father owned up in London. He had brought all his lovely children presents, Aurelia concluding more albums.
She should've been listening to her brother, talking about all the fun things a new school would bring, but it was hard when all she could think about was it being her fault.
