The Other Black Book 2

Chapter 1 - The Worst Birthday

Aurora sat down at breakfast with her adoptive parents, Olivia and Taylor Jackson. They were having eggs, toast, and bacon. Taylor was finally able to have breakfast with them -- he was leaving for work later than he used to, a change they all agreed was for the best. They were making happy chatter.

Olivia asked Aurora about any information from her friends.

Aurora relayed the fun stories her friends had told her, Aurora talking about the ridiculous antics that Ron's brothers Fred and George got up to like they were normal. Like them getting in trouble with a flying car was normal.

Aurora wasn't normal, and nor were Fred and George. All of Aurora's best friends weren't normal. Ron, Hermione, Harry... they were all wizards. As far from the Muggle (people with not a drop of magical blood in their veins, like Olivia and Taylor) definition of 'normal' as one could possibly be.

Aurora, like Ron, Harry, and Hermione, was fresh from her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and although she was glad to be back home with her parents, Aurora missed Hogwarts.

She missed the castle, with its secret passageways and ghosts, her classes (though perhaps not Snape, the Potions master), the mail arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in her four-poster bed in the tower dormitory, visiting the gamekeeper, Hagrid, in his cabin next to the Forbidden Forest in the grounds, and, especially, watching Quidditch, the most popular sport in the wizarding world (six tall goal posts, four flying balls, and fourteen players on broomsticks).

Aurora had been reading over her first year textbooks constantly, doing the summer homework her teachers had assigned. Aurora, when she could, went over her textbooks with Harry outside, helping him do his homework since his family -- his aunt and uncle Petunia and Vernon Dursley -- did not want any part of the magical world that Aurora and Harry were both part of. All of his schoolbooks and such were locked away, and his poor owl Hedwig was locked up in her cage in Harry's room.

Aurora looked nothing like her parents, and nor did Harry, albeit for different reasons. As Aurora was adopted, it made sense. Aurora's hair was a pale brown, while her parents' were blonde and red. Aurora had gray eyes, while Olivia and Taylor's were both brown.

The couple and young boy Harry lived with, however, were his aunt, uncle, and cousin. However he still looked nothing like the rest of the family. His Uncle Vernon was large and neckless, with an enormous black mustache; his Aunt Petunia was horse-faced and bony; his cousin Dudley was blond, pink, and porky. Harry, on the other hand, like Aurora, was small and skinny. Harry had brilliant green eyes and jet-black hair that was always untidy. He wore round glasses, and on his forehead was a thin, lightning-shaped scar.

Aurora didn't have anything super unique about her in the way that Harry did, but she knew that was was unique -- she was the first Malfoy to be in Gryffindor. The only other Malfoy that Aurora knew was Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin boy who despised Harry.

Aurora didn't know much of her history. All she knew for sure was that when she was one year old, her parents had left her on the step of an orphanage called Bekker Street, and it was run by a woman named Riem Bekker. Aurora spent nine years in Bekker Street, always making odd things happen with no idea as to why, believing that she was unwanted by her birth parents. She met Olivia and Taylor two years ago, and was utterly delighted to feel wanted and loved, and glad that they lived across the street from the only friend Aurora had managed to make -- Harry Potter.

Aurora had wished Harry a happy birthday when they talked yesterday, even though his birthday was actually today. Mr. Dursley had some dinner party he was hosting, and the Dursleys acted as though Aurora -- and her family -- didn't exist, and so they were keeping Harry locked up in his room and Aurora wouldn't be allowed to talk to him.