Aurora Rosier was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Harry Potter.
Harry Potter was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Aurora Rosier.
But a death eater and the chosen one? not a great match, two different sides,
light vs. dark...
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Before Aurora knew it, it was Tuesday morning. She had chosen to wake up Harry by bursting into his dorm and jumping on his bed. (He didn't enjoy it that much.) She had also stolen his Quidditch jumper to support him while he was doing the task.
"Aurora, what the—?" Harry groaned, pulling his covers over his head as Aurora continued to bounce on his bed, laughing.
"Come on, Harry! It's a big day! Time to get up and face the dragons!" she teased, finally hopping off and landing lightly on the floor.
"You're way too cheerful for someone who woke up this early," Harry grumbled, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. "Is that my jumper?"
Aurora grinned, "No?" She said, but as she turned around the last name Potter and number seven were displayed.
Harry rolled his eyes but couldn't help smiling. "Alright, alright. I'm up."
After eating breakfast with Harry—or more so him watching her eat breakfast because he was too nervous to eat—she joined Hermione and Ron in the stands. She was partly mad at Ron on Harry's behalf but she wanted to sit with Hermione.
"I'll be right back," Aurora said, leaving to go wish Harry good luck before he had to face the dragons.
She stuck her head partly into the tent, whispering his name.
"I can't leave. Dumbledore is coming any minute, plus only champions can enter. It's a stupid rule," Harry whispered to her. "I'm going to do horrible, Aurora. I'll come last."
"I'm sure you won't, but even if you did, you still can say you fought a dragon." She smirked with her usual Aurora charm. "That is, unless you die. But I'm sure you won't."
"That doesn't make me feel better." He stared at her incredulously.
"Look, you'll do great no matter what. In my eyes, even if you come last, you are still amazing. You're going to fight a dragon! A dragon, Harry!" Aurora insisted.
"You have me and Hermione on your side and the whole Gryffindor house!"
"I would rather the whole Gryffindor house hate me if it meant Ron would be on my side," Harry said.
Aurora frowned, looking up into Harry's striking green eyes. She really wished that Ron would stop acting like a child for once. Harry and Ron were always together, and them not talking caused the entire group of fourth-year boys to be very awkward.
"Ron will come around eventually. Don't think of him when you're out there. I should go. Good luck, Harry." She smiled at him before hugging him tightly, her arms wrapping around his neck and his going around her waist.
Click!
"Young love!" The sound of Rita Skeeter's voice made Aurora pull away from the hug. "How... stirring."
Aurora was fuming as she looked at Skeeter.
"If everything goes well, you two might just make it on the front page!"
