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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The air around Hogwarts was thick with tension as Death Eaters and Snatchers closed in, their dark robes billowing in the wind as they approached the castle. A shimmering shield stood between them and the school, a powerful protective barrier cast by the combined efforts of the Order of the Phoenix and the professors who remained loyal to Dumbledore. The shield glowed with an ethereal light, pulsating with magic that repelled any who dared to challenge it.
But the Death Eaters were relentless. They sent spell after spell hurtling toward the shield, each one bouncing off harmlessly, leaving the barrier undisturbed. Frustration grew among their ranks, their anger boiling over as they realized the futility of their efforts.
Among the ranks stood Theo Nott, his gaze fixed on the castle, his heart heavy with dread. He had known this day would come, but nothing could have prepared him for the chaos and destruction that awaited.
Three Snatchers, eager to prove their worth, charged forward, their wands raised as they hurled curses at the shield. But as they touched the barrier, their bodies were instantly vaporized, disintegrating into nothing more than ash and smoke. The other Death Eaters recoiled in horror, but they were undeterred.
Voldemort himself appeared, his presence commanding and terrifying. His eyes narrowed as he studied the shield, a thin smile curling his lips. He raised his wand, dark magic crackling at its tip, and prepared to unleash a spell powerful enough to shatter the shield and bring down the defenses of Hogwarts.
But before he could cast it, something caught his eye. High in the sky, a shadow passed over the moon, and then another, and another. The Death Eaters looked up, their eyes widening in disbelief as they saw what was approaching.
Aurora was there, riding upon the back of Caraxes, with her other two dragons, Vhagar and Arrax, flanking her, their mighty wings beating against the night sky. The dragons roared, the sound reverberating through the air like thunder, and flames spewed from their mouths, lighting up the darkness.
Theo's breath caught in his throat as he saw her, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and hope. But that hope was short-lived.
"Inferno," Aurora commanded, her voice carrying through the air.
Caraxes responded with a deafening roar, his massive jaws opening wide as he unleashed a torrent of flames upon the Death Eaters below. The other two dragons followed suit, their fire scorching the earth, leaving nothing but charred remains in their wake.
The Death Eaters scrambled to defend themselves, their wands flailing as they shot spells at the dragons. But their curses were futile. The dragons were immune to most magic, their scales impervious to the spells that ricocheted off them like harmless sparks.
Aurora watched with satisfaction as the Death Eaters were consumed by the fire, their screams of agony drowned out by the roar of the flames. She felt a surge of power, of righteousness, as she exacted her revenge on those who had caused so much pain and suffering.
But in the midst of the chaos, something went wrong. A green light, the unmistakable sign of the Killing Curse, hurtled through the air, aimed directly at Aurora.
The world went dark.
Caraxes roared in fury as Aurora slumped forward, her body going limp on his back. The other dragons, sensing their rider's distress, let out enraged cries and swooped down to the ground where Aurora fell, carefully lowering her lifeless body onto the cold earth, far from the battlefield.
A quiet fury settled over the dragons, a wrath born of a deep, unbreakable bond. Aurora had been more than a rider; she had been their friend, their family. And someone had dared to take her from them.
"Dragons never forgive," went an old saying among dragon riders, "and their vengeance is swift and merciless against those who harm their own."
The three dragons circled the spot where Aurora lay, their eyes glowing with a terrifying intensity. Theo's heart stopped as he saw it, time slowing as the spell struck her with the force of a hammer blow. Aurora's body went limp, slumping forward on Caraxes' back as the world went dark.
"No!" Theo's voice was lost in the din of battle, but his anguish was clear. He watched in horror as Caraxes roared in fury, Aurora's lifeless body slipping from his back as the dragons descended to the ground. They carefully lowered her onto the cold earth, far from the battlefield.
Without thinking, Theo Disapparated, appearing where the dragons had brought her. He fell to his knees beside her, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch her, tears streaming down his face. "Aurora... please... wake up..."
He cried out, his voice breaking as he held her lifeless body, the weight of his grief overwhelming. Caraxes nudged him gently, his massive head bowing low as he motioned for Theo to climb onto his back.
Theo didn't hesitate. He climbed onto Caraxes, his mind numb with pain, his heart shattered. By then, the spell that had protected Hogwarts was broken, and the dragons, fueled by their rage, launched themselves back into the fray.
Caraxes, Vhagar, and Arrax burned most of the Death Eaters, their fire consuming everything in its path. But their wrath did not stop there. They unleashed their fury upon Hogwarts itself, scorching parts of the castle as they fought to avenge their fallen rider.
As they neared the castle, Theo's voice broke through the chaos. "Put me down," he urged Caraxes.
The dragon obeyed, landing just outside the castle's ruins. Theo dismounted, his eyes scanning the devastation as he searched desperately for Draco. Behind him, Caraxes, Vhagar, and Arrax turned back to where Aurora lay, their fury giving way to a deep, mournful sorrow as they returned to guard her body.
Theo ran through the rubble, his heart pounding with fear and desperation, determined to find Draco and ensure his safety. But in the back of his mind, the pain of Aurora's loss lingered, a wound that would never fully heal.
The battlefield, once teeming with dark figures, was soon empty, the Death Eaters reduced to nothing more than smoldering remains. The dragons, their vengeance complete, turned back to where Aurora lay.
Caraxes landed beside her first, his massive body curling protectively around her. The other two dragons soon joined him, their wings folding as they settled beside their fallen rider. They nudged her gently with their snouts, a futile attempt to wake her, but Aurora remained still, her chest unmoving, her eyes closed.
For a long while, the dragons stayed there, guarding her body, their fiery wrath replaced by a deep, aching sadness. The flames in their eyes dimmed, replaced by a mournful glow as they mourned the loss of the one who had been their friend, their family.
But even in death, they would not leave her. As the night wore on and the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, the dragons remained by Aurora's side, their fierce loyalty unshaken. They had avenged her, but there was no victory in this battle, only the hollow emptiness of loss.
They would stay with her until the end, for dragons, once bonded, never abandoned their own.
