With the castle asleep, the entirety of the names on the map were very sedentary, and it wasn't until Harry had moved his wand closer to the map, about to mutter mischief managed, that he noticed movement.
The movement was curious for a number of re...
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"IS THIS ONE OF THE PEOPLE THAT TOOK DAD AWAY FROM US?"
Aulani was being pulled roughly down a very narrow hallway, her bare feet cold against the hardwood floor. This was the first time she realized that she was not in the soaked clothes she had come to this world in, but in a set of dry ones that she presumed to be Rory's.
Rory. The woman who had saved her from being in range of a wild duel in Diagon Alley. The woman who had brought Aulani back to her home after she had fainted. The woman who she had blindly trusted. The woman who was dragging her down a hallway right now.
The thought that she was going to be thrown out onto the street suddenly occurred to her, and Aulani began to panic. Her book was left in the bedroom, and that was the one thing she knew she couldn't be separated from in this world. Thankfully, as they reached a small sitting room, Aulani was thrown onto a chair as Rory made a quick movement at her with her wand, then bounded into the kitchen to their left, frantically searching for something. Aulani terrifyingly felt practically every muscle in her body constrict, locking her into place. For a moment, she thought she was being tortured, but she came to the realization that this was the Full-Body Bind curse, a spell that was somewhat of a commonality - even considered to be child's play - here, though it could be considered torture for Aulani. But, curiously, the feeling faded.
"Mum?" said Rory's daughter. This was the first time Aulani had gotten the chance to see the young girl in proper lighting without distraction, and Aulani came to notice that she was very pretty - a spitting image of her mother. "Is this one of the people that took Dad away from us?"
For a moment, the room was frozen. Eleanora knew what she had said had triggered something in her mother by the way she stopped, the cabinet door she was closing stopping abruptly at 45 degrees. Rory was looking at Aulani from the corner of her eye, the thought her daughter had brought to light never occurring to her until that moment. Aulani's stomach dropped as she remembered that if she were actually in the Harry Potter universe, 1996 was a time in which Voldemort and his followers were at large. Quickly, she responded, "I'm not a Death Eater!"
Rory angrily tore out of the kitchen, a flask in her hand, her daughter cowering behind the counter. "We'll see about that," she hissed as she approached. The flask was now opened, and Aulani began to have an idea of what it might be: Veritaserum. "Hold out your tongue." Having nothing to hide, Aulani did as she was told, and Rory dropped three drops of the tasteless potion onto her tongue.
Though there was no longer a spell binding her to her chair, Aulani acted as if there was, knowing that Rory had yet to perform a counter-curse. She watched, breathing heavily, as Rory pulled a chair from the table directly in front of her, sitting at it like a detective about to begin an interrogation. Her daughter peered around at Aulani from behind the kitchen counter.
