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CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Bonds of Friendship

When nightfall came, Aurora remained at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. She knew from the moment that Sirius and Mrs. Weasley told her that her family had gone to deal with important matters, she would not see them again. She knew now that they wouldn't come until tomorrow morning, or so she was told every hour by Molly. Either way, she'd waited long enough and she was done sitting around hoping that someone would come for her.

Once finishing her dinner, Aurora excused herself from the table and headed up to the bedroom she was sharing with Hermione and Ginny on the first floor. She collected her bag from the twin bed that she and Ginny slept on in the summer and swung the strap over her shoulder. Then, she headed out of the bedroom quietly and quickly.

Aurora crept down the stairs and was caught by surprise when Harry stood outside in the entrance hall, apparently waiting on her.

"I knew you'd try to leave," he said, approaching the brunette who appeared confused by his appearance. "You didn't actually think you could get away, did you? I thought the same way a few days ago, Aurora. I tried to leave when everyone was together in one room. Clearly, it didn't go as planned. I'm still here and I'm quite glad that I am."

"Harry," said Aurora, tilting her head and crossing her arms, "I'm not doing this with you. You of all people should understand the importance of this. I've told you everything there was to this vision of mine. I need to get to my family and warn them. I need to make sure that they understand me and not try to make it seem as if it's nothing to worry about."

Harry scoffed, "You haven't told me anything, Rory."

"I have," she replied. "You simply don't remember, which is fine by me. I don't have the time to stay here and explain it all over again—"

"No," interjected Harry. "You don't understand, Rory. I remember having the conversation with you. What I don't recall is you telling me about it. Do you know why? Because you didn't give me any details. All you said was that this vision of yours had to do with you. You said that you didn't want me near when things unraveled. That's all you said. If you could just explain to me what you saw, then perhaps I might be able to understand and help you. We all could if you just talk to us, Rory. We're your friends and somewhat family, aren't we? Sirius can help. He'll talk with Dumbledore and Dumbledore will talk with you. He'll listen to your troubles and help in any way that he possibly can."

Aurora shook her head and refused. It wasn't that she didn't want to tell Harry or anyone what she had seen that one night, it was more about her not wanting them to help out if it meant they could possibly injure themselves. She wasn't willing to put their lives at risk. Asking for help would only create more trouble for everyone involved. Besides, everyone was already occupied with protecting Harry and dealing with Voldemort. As Aurora saw it, she wasn't anything of concern. Not when it came to much bigger issues.

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