Sly slytherin, dumb gryffindor.
Born by blood, torn by fate. Slow burn between a malfoy heiress and the chosen one.
UMBRA REGNET.
Started on 08/31/2024
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June 20, 1996. Hogwart's school of witchcraft and wizardry.
The corridors of Hogwarts were chaos incarnate. Fireworks exploded in bursts of light and sound, leaving behind trails of smoke that snaked through the air like ghosts. Enchanted firecrackers zipped past students, sending them diving for cover as sparks rained down, and faint echoes of laughter could be heard over the cacophony.
Aurora Malfoy was not amused.
As she marched down the corridor with the rest of the Inquisitorial Squad, her grip tight around Ginny Weasley's arm, her expression was one of simmering annoyance. Ginny kept struggling, trying to wrench her arm free, but Aurora held firm, her fingers digging into the redhead's skin.
"If you yank my arm one more time, Weasley, I'll hex you so hard you'll forget how to breathe." Aurora snapped, her voice cutting through the chaos like a whip.
Ginny glared up at her, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Get stuffed, Malfoy," she spat back. "You're just Umbridge's little lapdog. All of you!"
Aurora narrowed her eyes but didn't respond. It was too easy to let Ginny's words roll off her—she had thicker skin than that. Besides, her fiery attitude was nothing new, and Aurora had no interest in playing into it. Not now. Not when things were so volatile.
Behind her, Draco had Ron Weasley in a firm grip, practically dragging him along as he struggled and cursed under his breath. Blaise Zabini and Crabbe followed closely, each with their own prisoner—Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom. The Squad had managed to catch them red-handed, causing mayhem and encouraging students to rebel. Aurora didn't know why yet, but she would soon enough.
"What's the matter, Weasley?" Draco drawled, his voice dripping with smugness as he shoved Ron forward. "Couldn't think of a better plan than setting off fireworks? Real clever. Did Potter come up with that one?"
Ron's ears turned red, and he tried to lunge at Draco, but Aurora's brother yanked him back effortlessly, chuckling. "Oh, that's right. He's too busy playing hero, isn't he? Left you lot to take the fall while he hides somewhere?"
"Shut your mouth, Malfoy." Ron growled, his hands balled into fists.
Aurora shot a glance at Draco, silently urging him to drop it. Now wasn't the time for one of his pissing matches with Ron, as amusing as it usually was. She had a feeling there was something bigger at play, and she didn't want to waste energy on petty squabbles.
"You lot are pathetic," Blaise chimed in from behind, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Running around the school like headless chickens, and for what? You really think you're going to accomplish anything?"
Luna, who had been unnervingly quiet up until now, tilted her head and gazed up at Blaise with her usual dreamy expression. "We weren't trying to accomplish anything. We were just having fun."
