FLIPPED - harry potter

༺ 68 - broken trust.

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| BROKEN TRUST |
"Who did this to you?"

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TW: mentions of SA

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SEPTEMBER 1ST, 1991

"Lora, stop winding your sister up," Aurora ordered Alora, who was messing with Aria's hair, which the nine year old did not appreciate, "you'll miss the train if we don't get along now."

"Have you got the trunk, Aurora?" Dorian asked.

"Yes," Aurora said frantically, "here, Lora, I know you want to push it through the station yourself, and Aria, hold my hand as we go through—and don't mention magic like you did last time we were with Muggles."

"Why?" Aria whined.

Aurora kneeled to get to Aria's short height, "Because sweetheart," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "these people are not magical, and they might. . .get jealous if you show off—"

"—and it's not good to show off!"

"Exactly," Aurora gave Aria a small kiss on the head before standing up once again.

"Okay, can we go now?" Alora asked with an impatient grin on her face, once Aurora nodded she began to walk through the station, paying attention to the several muggles peering back to get a glance at the logo on her trunk, "are we meeting the Weasleys'?"

"I think we're meeting them in platform nine-and-three-quarters," Dorian spoke, "oh, Alora watch out!"

Alora had been so caught up with the rush of getting to the platform and the excitement that was consuming through her, that she hadn't been paying attention to what was in front of her. She walked directly into whoever was before her, causing them to both fall onto the stone floor below.

Many Muggles around them took glances, but nonetheless rushed around the small scene to get to their trains.

Alora rubbed her head, "I'm sorry," she mumbled, getting to her feet, "here, let me help you up."

The boy on the floor took Alora's hand and gave her a short, but warm smile. He was skinny with messy black hair, his eyes were a striking green, but were accompanied with black, round glasses. He looked awfully familiar, but Alora couldn't seem to pinpoint where from, she didn't even know whether he was a wizard or not.

Not until she saw his trunk.

"Hogwarts?" Alora questioned.

The boy looked a little startled at her question but nonetheless nodded, "Are you going to Hogwarts too?"

Alora gave a nod.

"Do you know where I can find platform-nine-and-three-quarters—"

"—now what's the platform number?" a woman spoke, running in with her various children, they had owls and trunks and were walking over to Alora and her family. Alora gave a grin and waved for them to walk over.

"Hi, Molly!" Alora exclaimed, "I think this is it, but, I don't know—is this platform nine-and-three-quarters, Ron?"

"Why would I know?" Ron gave a remark, causing Alora to mess up his ginger hair.

"Yes, it is," an older boy walked through, without hesitation he walked into the wall between platforms nine and ten, disappearing from sight — Alora and Ron watched eagerly, sending a quick glance to the small boy who watched, utterly puzzled by the sight he had witnessed. Alora figured he must've been a Muggle-born.