[Completed] Book Two
Following Aurora's graduation from Hogwarts, she was reminded once more that Immer Rein had not expired so simply. If anything it had been demanded almost immediately as soon as she found herself of legal age.
After the chaotic...
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Rabastan agreed at the switch of Hospitals, granted this one was built for longer stays and provided a bed for him to sleep in beside his wife. However they managed to conjoin the two, and for the first time in days was he finally allowed to cuddle his wife.
Granted waking up was always a bit of a panic, but his arms were always there to reign her back into reality. Her first bit of hopelessness kicked in, it happened during one of these nightly freakouts.
And Rabastan too worried for the fate of her vision. She began to talk about never being able to see their children. To become this liability?
Aurora didn't favor being helpless in any regard, but this was horrific. And when they were sent home with a concluded concoction, it rallied theories of worries in Rabastan's mind.
Granted the bastards that caused this were facing similar problems with their eyes.
"Raba I can walk perfectly fine." He groaned already, it had been barely two minutes into their manor and she managed to be difficult in that small amount of time.
"I swear to the bloody goddess above, if you offer that cane Malfoy gifted I'm going to smack you with it." He instantly placed it down onto the table before them both and she smirked at catching him.
"That didn't have a smell, you are psychic aren't you?"
"Well that would've proved our Divination's professor wrong, she said I didn't have the talent for it." The woman was dead wrong, Aurora had visions of the future and gifted them to the Dark Lord.
Voldemort assumed that with this loss of vision that she would gain more of these glimpses of the future but they haven't occurred as of late. Granted the last was during the school year, and here she was...End of summer and the third day into September.
"Raba I simply want to read, write a letter to Reg and listen to the radio...You sir have work to do." He huffed, knowing she was right, but bumping into the table proved otherwise.
"Should I let you tackle the stairs as well?"
"You can sleep in the guest room if you prefer, now get your work done." She spoke, attempting to manage the distance between the foyer and the stairs.
