Forbidden - Theodore Nott

35.

Aurora looked at her reflection in the window of the train, her mind long gone. Her head rolled slightly, her eyes going dark.

Since her encounter with Voldemort, she felt a sudden change in herself. She didn't know whether a part of him was still inside her, or it was this so called "magic" inside of her that was making her change, but she knew it wasn't good.

Aurora shut her eyes, thinking of the first experience she had during the summer, when they returned to the Dursleys, the memory causing her blood to go cold.

It was early in the morning when Aurora woke up. Her head turned to the clock beside her bed, the time was 4:15am. The sun was already out, but no sound coming from outside.

At this time, everyone was still asleep in their beds. Aurora turned her head to look at Harry, who was fast asleep, his breathing soft. He was cuddling one of his pillows, his mouth open slightly.

Aurora winced when she had a sudden pain in her head, voices all rambling over one another. She lifted her body of the bed, her left hand holding her head as her bare feet hit the cold floor.

She scurried off the bed, rushing towards the bedroom door. Aurora could feel the vomit rising up her chest, threatening to spill out on the landings carpet.

Aurora opened the bathroom door, and shut it behind her, falling to her knees with a hard thud. She lifted the toilet seat up, finally releasing the bile that was in her throat.

It was a warm morning, the day before they had an awful heatwave, and they where still feeling the affects from it. Aurora was ice cold, shaking as her head rested on the toilet seat for a moment. When she knew she would no longer be sick, she lifted her hand, pulling the chain.

Aurora knelt there for a few more minutes, her breathing hard. She finally found the energy to push herself of the floor, rushing to sink.

Aurora needed to rinse her mouth, scooping the tap water into her mouth as she spat it out. Her hands clasped the porcelain sink, her eyes shutting for a moment as she tried to control her breathing.

She finally looked up at her reflection, her face still bruised. When she looked at herself, she hardly recognised the person staring back at her.

The voices became louder, some were screaming. There was one voice...one voice that was clear.

"Join me".

Aurora stood up straight, her eyes turning dark. The same darkness she had when she was in the Ministry. Her head rolled, a small smirk forming on her face. Her skin was even more pale, slightly sweaty.

Her head turned to the door as she stepped forwards, her hand grasping the cold metal handle. She walked down the landing, towards the room she shared with her brother.

Aurora stood outside the door, the voice in her head getting louder. "DO IT". He screamed, ordering her to do the things he had said in her head since that fatal day.

Aurora opened the door to her room, shutting it silently behind her. She slowly walked towards the bed, her eyes landing on the beside counter. Aurora was calculated, giving Vernon a joke wand that George had given her.

Her real wand was kept in the bedside counter, incase she needed it. She pulled it open, her hands clasping around the wood. Her eyes landed on Harry as he stirred slightly.

Aurora pointed her wand at Harry, the smirk getting wider as she glared down at him. The screams in her head were getting louder, some pleading.

A new voice appeared, a calm gentle voice. A voice she had never heard before.