Orphan, Aubrey Thomas was founded by Voldemort himself, before his powers were taken away from infant Harry Potter. Raised by Death Eaters, Aubrey is put into a mission to gain Harry Potter's trust to lend him over to the Dark Lord. Aubrey's hatred...
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THE QUARTET WERE all back at Hogwarts, resuming their studies. Aubrey hadn't been in contact with her adoptive family, whom wrote her a few times, but the witch never responded. Aubrey was done; she was tired of being lied to. She didn't want to be Voldemort's second-in-command. Aubrey thought she was doing the world good working for The Dark Lord and insisting him in his plans, but her judgement was wrong.
The brunette witch felt repentant about herself lying to Harry. Aubrey knew she felt hypocritically; she was practically living a double life-and she was still living one. Her little white lies had gotten out of hand, she didn't know how to handle the situation. Aubrey knew she had to make up even more lies to Harry and his two greatest best friends, to cover up the lies she already told.
Aubrey was petrified at what damage her lies would do in the end. And she didn't want to find out.
The Thomas witch sat in Potions, listening to Professor Slughorn finish up his lecture to the class. She flipped through her textbook, paying little attention to what was being said. Aubrey sat next to Harry, who was looking at with a frown perplexed upon his face.
"You okay?" He whispered, leaning closer to her ear. Aubrey jumped a little, resulting in Harry to chuckle.
The brunette playfully rolled, lightly shoving him. "Seriously, Aubrey. Are you okay?" Harry asked again, looking at her with concern.
Aubrey's stomach fluttered. The concerned look plastered on Harry's face made her feel safe; knowing that someone cared about how she was feeling.
She smiled softly. "I'm fine. Just a little stressed out."
"About what?" Harry questioned in curiosity.
Aubrey shifted in her seat, still hearing Slughorn continue on his lecture. Harry's glaze still remained on her. "They're writing to me." She briefly said. Harry looked confused, as Aubrey sighed. "The Malfoy's....they're writing to me."
Slughorn had dismissed the class, numerous students packing up their stuff, leaving the classroom. "We're not done discussing this, Thomas," Harry insisted.
Aubrey rolled her eyes, a smile glowing on her lip. "I'll be waiting to continue discussing my rubbish predicament."
The brunette began to leave the room, only to have Harry still standing by his table. "Aren't you coming?"
"I'll catch up with you at lunch," Harry said, as Aubrey nodded slowly, leaving the classroom.
