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✧A SACRED DAY IN HISTORY✧

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October 31st

Aurora had always favored the likes of Halloween. At Hogwarts there would be a large festive dinner that would spark the best treats from all over the globe. But even then she saw it as a religious holiday, not that she was one for prayers before bed. 

Yet as of late it seemed like she was reaching for all the spiritual items and seances.

Regulus claimed that the Dark Lord wouldn't go after the Potters until he had evidence of where they were. Otherwise it was a fail or miss considering they have a secret keeper for a reason.

It was as if someone attempted to get into Grimmauld Place without being a member of the family or without an invitation. Close to impossible.

And although she started to wear her blessed knots, say her prayers in the morning and with every meal. That damned pit in her stomach had remained since the beginning of the month.

Rabastan passed it off as her being anxious for an awaiting vision as it happened before.

He was still halfway in the Doghouse, but luckily for him, he hadn't been tortured as he wasn't home as often as he liked. Rory didn't mind that aspect, it gave her the opportunity to deal with it in her own way.

As she was settling the children to bed, she promised that it was Romulus' turn to sleep with her tonight. The firstborn was beyond excited, usually the nights would bring a bedtime story and snuggling.

But tonight that would not happen.

Romulus was instructed to get his stuffy and blankie so he could join mummy as she was getting ready, and so he traveled across the ways to his parent's bedroom.

But mummy wasn't sitting at the bed ready with a book and her pj's on. "Mummy?" He called out, his voice on edge as the bathroom light had been shut off and he couldn't feel anyone close.

His hair turned to a flash of blue, almost as if he was calling out to her. This was indeed not funny.

"Mummy?" Romulus attempted again, his blanket trailing behind him as he peeked his head into the closet. Only to find his mother convulsing on the floor.

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