FLIPPED - harry potter

༺ 74 - a forgotten letter.

❀✿❀✿

| A FORGOTTEN LETTER |
"Dear Rora,"

Hi guys! Sorry for my disappearance, but I'm back so please comment and vote for motivation:)

❀✿❀✿

IT WAS REALLY HAPPENING. ALORA KNEW IT WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE, she had a feeling that the love spiralling around would be extinguished. Everything slowed down as the silver cat vanished, leaving the room in a deafening silence.

Until somebody screamed.

It was like dominoes: one scream followed by many others, as everyone began to sprint in all directions and Disapparate; the protective enchantments that had been placed around The Burrow had broken.

Alora threw her hands off Harry and quickly searched for Aria on the dance floor. Standing with Christopher clutching her hand, Aria was alone in the middle of the dance floor, just a few feet away from Alora and Harry. Alora took a step towards her, but something made her pause, like a chain that didn't allow her to move anymore. Alora snapped her head around, Harry had a firm grip on her wrist.

"Harry, let me go," Alora attempted to free herself from his grasp, but he was far too determined, far too strong. "I mean it, Harry—I need to get to my sister!"

"LORI!" Aria yelled.

Alora quickly turned her head back to Aria and tried her hardest to pull away from Harry once again, not noticing both Ron and Hermione joining the crowd. Alora began to call out Aria's name, but before she could, she felt darkness surround her; all she could feel was Harry's grip as it felt as though she was being sucked throughout time, away from Aria, The Burrow, Aurora, the Death Eaters, and if she was lucky enough, Voldemort.

"Where are we?" Ron's voice breathed.

Alora could still hear people all around her before she opened her eyes, for a moment she let herself believe she was still in the wedding, the moment she opened them, she saw that she was not.

"Tottenham Court Road," Hermione muttered. "Walk, just walk, we need to find somewhere for you to change."

Alora clung onto Harry's hand as they walked, this time not trying to free from his grip. They walked through the dark street, going against the people around. Many pup-goers ogled them as they passed, one group attempted to whistle as Hermione and Alora passed through in their dresses; Alora didn't have the energy to care. She had left Aria at the wedding. The Death Eaters. Were they coming there?

No consoling words could've solved her guilt.

"Hermione, we haven't got anything to change into," Ron told her.

"Why didn't I make sure I had the Invisibility Cloak with me?" Harry cursed at his own stupidity. "All last year I kept it on me and—"

"It's okay, I've got the Cloak, I've got clothes for all of you," Hermione said. "Just try and act naturally until—this will do."

She led them down a side street.

The moment Hermione had told Alora to act naturally, it seemed she could not. Alora had never been exposed to the Muggle world outside of Hermione's stories and her knowledge. Forever intrigued with how their world worked, Alora loved to learn, but she'd never fit in amongst non-magic folk, not when her blood and veins coursed through with sorcery.

"Is it all in that bag?" Alora asked, jerking her head towards the small bag Hermione had been carrying around all night. "The one that was unusually loud when you dropped it?"