Aurora Black, the daughter of the infamous Sirius Black, has always lived in the shadow of her family's dark legacy. Raised by her strict grandmother, Walburga Black, Aurora struggles to carve out her own identity at Hogwarts. With her sharp wit, fi...
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Aurora Black had always known that her life would be different from other children's. As a member of the ancient and noble House of Black, there were expectations she had to meet, standards to uphold, and a legacy to maintain. Even at the age of eleven, she understood the burden of her family name. Yet, nothing solidified that burden more than the day she received her letter from Hogwarts.
It was a warm summer afternoon at Grimmauld Place, and the sun was shining through the cracks in the heavy curtains that draped the windows of the Black family home. Aurora sat in the parlor, reading one of the many old, dusty tomes her grandmother insisted she study. The air was thick with the scent of old leather and parchment, the quiet only interrupted by the occasional creak of the house settling.
Aurora heard the familiar tap of claws on the window and looked up to see a large, regal looking owl perched on the sill, a thick envelope clutched in its beak. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized what it was her Hogwarts letter.
She scrambled to the window, her hands trembling slightly as she took the envelope from the owl. It was heavy, made of thick parchment, and the Hogwarts crest was embossed in deep green wax. Her name was written in elegant, looping script: Miss Aurora Black, The Second Bedroom, 12 Grimmauld Place, London.
Aurora carefully broke the seal and pulled out the letter, her eyes scanning the words eagerly:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
Dear Miss Black,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
Aurora's breath caught in her throat as she read the letter again, and then again. Despite knowing it was coming, despite everything she'd been taught and told, seeing the letter in her hands made it all feel real. She was going to Hogwarts. She was finally going to learn magic, to follow in the footsteps of her ancestors.
She was still staring at the letter when she heard a sharp voice from behind her. "Aurora, what are you doing?"
She turned to see her grandmother, Walburga Black, standing in the doorway, her piercing eyes locked on Aurora with a mixture of expectation and scrutiny. Walburga was a formidable woman, with a presence that seemed to fill the entire room. Even in her advanced age, she carried herself with the pride and authority of someone who had seen generations pass through the halls of Grimmauld Place.
Aurora quickly handed over the letter, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's from Hogwarts, Grandmother."
Walburga took the letter and read it with a practiced eye, her expression betraying nothing. After a moment, she folded it back up and handed it to Aurora. "Of course it is," she said curtly. "We've been expecting it."
