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「 ✦ A.N - Underlined Words Are Death & Ara Speaking In Ara's Head/No One Else Can Hear. ✦ 」
⏃ = Adhara & 🕱 = Death
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Adhara took a deep breath, as the next chapter began. She suspected she knew what was next, but now it feels ... bittersweet.
Adhara's last month with the Dursleys wasn't fun.
"Since when were they ever fun!?" questioned a baffled Barty.
"Nightmares, honestly." Fabian muttered to himself.
True, Dudley was now so scared of Adhara he wouldn't stay in the same room, while Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't shut Adhara in her cupboard, force her to do anything, shout at her and restrained their punishments - in fact, they didn't speak to her at all. Half-terrified, half-furious, they acted as though any chair with Adhara in it was empty. Although this was an improvement in many ways, it did become a bit depressing after a while.
"Must be so lonely..." whispered Remus sadly.
Sirius couldn't help but think of his time when he still lived at home, the moment he became a Gryffindor it was either him being ignored as if he didn't exist or dealing with the spewing vitriol his mother would be screaming at him, among other things. He was glad to be away from them...but it still hurt...knowing that they could never love him for who he was...
Euphemia held onto Adhara a bit tighter. Whether it was to comfort her or herself, she didn't know.
Adhara felt awkward, not used to this, but she also didn't mind it.
🕱 Sap.
⏃ Shut it ...
Adhara kept to her room, with her new owl figurine for company. She had decided to call him Loki, after the god of mischief! It felt right.
"That's our little Marauder!" cheered the Marauders.
While everyone else rolled their eyes out of amusement or annoyance.
Her school books were very interesting. She laid on her floor reading late into the night. Every night before she went to sleep, Adhara ticked off another day on the piece of paper she had pinned to the wall, counting down to September the first.
"I used to do that too!" smiled Sirius.
Adhara smirked softly. There was a reason she always connected with Sirius more than anyone, they both had terrible homelives.
On the last day of August she thought she'd better speak to her aunt and uncle about getting to King's Cross station the next day,
"That seems awfully risky, leaving it to the last second." Professor Sprout stated.
