ᴀᴜʀᴏʀᴀ ʙᴏʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱ || ʜᴘ

~ Keeper of Keys ~

[That stormy night, a tall house, on a rock island somewhere out at sea. The Dursleys, including Aurora have moved there, due to the chaos with the letters. The family is sleeping, with Aurora on the cold, dirt floor and Dudley sleeping on a sofa. Aurora has drawn a birthday cake which reads, Happy Birthday Aurora. Aurora looks at Dudley's watch, which beeps 12:00.]

Aurora: [to herself] Make a wish, Aurora. [she blows the "candles" on the drawn birthday cake]

𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗔𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗮'𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆.

[Suddenly, the door thumps, in sync with the thunder flashing. Aurora jumps. The door thumps again and Dudley and Aurora jump up and back away. Aurora hides behind a wall, and Dudley cowers on a windowsill. Petunia and Vernon appear, with Vernon holding a double barrel gun.]

Vernon: Who's there? Ahh!

[The door bangs again and then falls down, and a giant man appears. As he comes into the clear lighting, he is revealed to be Hagrid.]

"𝗛𝗔𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗗" 𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗱, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺.

Hagrid: Sorry 'about that. [He puts the door back up]

Vernon: [aiming his gun at him] I demand that you leave at once, sir! You are breaking an entering!

[As Petunia quietly gasps in fear, Hagrid grabs the gun and bends it upwards.]

Hagrid: Dry up, Dursley, you great prune. [The gun fires upwards, blasting a hole in the ceiling, causing the two to shriek in fear. Hagrid notices Dudley.] Boy, yer particularly 'round the middle! Now where's 'Rora?

[Aurora reveals himself]

Aurora: H-here.

"𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻." 𝗚𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗔𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗮.

"𝗪𝗲𝗿𝗲?!" 𝗔𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗮 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿, "𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄?"

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺.

Hagrid: Oh, well, of course you are! Got something for ya. 'Afraid I might have sat on it at some point! I imagine that it'll taste fine just the same. Ahh. Baked it myself. [Hands Aurora the cake] Words and all. Heh.

[Aurora opens cake, which reads "Happee Birdae Rora" in green frosting.]

Aurora: Thank you!

Hagrid: It's not every day that your young girl turns eleven, now is it aye?

[Hagrid sits down on the sofa, takes out an umbrella and points it at the empty fire. Two sparks fly out and the fire starts. The family gasps.]