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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Summer had come with a rare promise of freedom, and the Malfoys were quick to seize the opportunity. Lucius, ever the cautious planner, decided to send Draco and Aurora away for the summer, far from the prying eyes of the Ministry and the brewing storm within the wizarding world. Italy, with its sun-soaked villas and ancient magic, seemed the perfect place. Draco's friends were invited along Blaise, Pansy, Daphne, and Theodore.
Aurora, however, had no intention of spending her summer lounging in the Italian sun. Her mind was already set on a different path. She craved solitude, the kind that only her family's ancestral home could provide. The sprawling Black Manor, nestled deep within the dense forests of Scotland, was as cold and dark as her mood had become.
The moment she arrived at the manor, she felt the weight of its history settle over her like a heavy cloak. The portraits of her ancestors watched her as she strode through the grand halls, their eyes following her every move with a mixture of disapproval and expectation. But Aurora paid them no mind. She had other companions to occupy her thoughts companions of a different kind.
Caraxes, her dragon, had grown considerably since the day he hatched from the egg Walburga had gifted her. The creature was now a magnificent beast, with scales that shimmered in the dim light of the manor's dungeons. Aurora spent hours with him, training and flying, the rush of adrenaline momentarily banishing the darkness that threatened to consume her. Together, they soared over the Scottish highlands, a flash of black and crimson against the stormy sky.
But as the days turned into weeks, Aurora began to feel a restless energy building within her, a need to escape the stifling atmosphere of the wizarding world. Germany called to her like a siren's song, and she answered without hesitation.
In the muggle world, she found a different kind of freedom. The rave scene in Berlin was unlike anything she had ever experienced wild, chaotic, and liberating. The pulsing beats of the music, the flashing lights, and the anonymity of the crowd allowed her to lose herself completely. Here, no one knew her name, no one cared about her lineage or the dark history of her family. She was just another face in the crowd, another body moving to the rhythm of the night.
Night after night, she threw herself into the fray, dancing until her legs gave out and the sun began to rise. She experimented with muggle substances, seeking an escape from the weight of her thoughts. It was a dangerous game, one that could have easily led to her downfall, but Aurora welcomed the risk. The more detached she became from the wizarding world, the easier it was to forget the looming threat of Voldemort's return and the expectations that came with being a Black.
But as summer drew to a close, the inevitable pull of her world became too strong to resist. The raves that had once provided solace began to lose their allure, and the gnawing feeling of dread returned with a vengeance. It was time to face reality once more.
She packed her bags without a word and apparated to Malfoy Manor, hoping to find Draco already home, eager to hear about his adventures in Italy and to share her own experiences, even if they were worlds apart. The manor stood as imposing as ever, its stone walls seemingly alive with the whispers of dark magic. Aurora hesitated for a moment at the entrance, a flicker of unease settling in her chest, but she quickly brushed it aside. After all, this was the home of her closest friends what could possibly go wrong?
The silence that greeted her upon entering was unsettling. The house-elves scurried about in hushed tones, their eyes wide with fear, but Aurora paid them little mind. She headed straight for the dining room, expecting to find Draco and his parents engaged in their usual evening banter.
But the sight that awaited her was far from ordinary.
Aurora Black had wandered into many places she wasn't supposed to be, but this... this was something else. As the heavy doors of Malfoy Manor's dining room creaked open, she instantly knew she had made a grave mistake. The room was cloaked in an eerie silence, save for the low murmurs that halted abruptly as the dim light cast her shadow across the threshold.
All eyes were on her, but only one pair truly mattered. Lord Voldemort sat at the head of the long table, his snake-like features twisted into a smile that sent shivers down Aurora's spine. The Dark Lord's voice slithered out like a serpent from the shadows.
