ALULA (VOL. 4)
Family is rooted deep within the cracks of time.
Alula Nova Black has to decide. The ones she loves; the ones she hates. The wizarding world has started to crumble as past resurfaces in aid against the darkness. Who's keeping secrets...
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the woe of ambrose
{1997}
The Burrow
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It was time to return to Hogwarts. Late in the afternoon, a few days after New Year, Harry, Ron, Alula, and Ginny lined up beside the kitchen fire to return to Hogwarts. The Ministry had arranged this one-off connection to the Floo Network to return students quickly and safely to the school. Only Mrs Weasley was there to say good-bye, as Mr Weasley, Fred, George, Bill, and Fleur were all at work. Tonks and Lupin had come by to say goodbye to Alula and drop off her things which she had left at her aunt's. Mrs Weasley dissolved into tears at the moment of parting. Admittedly, it took very little to set her off lately; she had been crying on and off ever since Percy had stormed from the house on Christmas Day with his glasses splattered with mashed parsnip (for which Fred, George, and Ginny all claimed credit).
"Don't cry, Mum," said Ginny, patting her on the back as Mrs Weasley sobbed into her shoulder. "It's okay..."
"Yeah, don't worry about us," said Ron, permitting his mother to plant a very wet kiss on his cheek, "or about Percy. He's such a prat, it's not really a loss, is it?"
Mrs Weasley sobbed harder than ever as she enfolded Harry in her arms.
"Promise me you'll look after yourself... Stay out of trouble..."
"I always do, Mrs Weasley," said Harry. "I like a quiet life, you know me."
"You keep yourself out of trouble, too, Alula."
"Of course," Alula smiled.
Mrs Weasley gave a watery chuckle and stood back. "Be good, then, all of you..."
Alula stepped into the emerald fire and shouted "Hogwarts!" She had one last fleeting view of the Weasleys' kitchen and Mrs Weasley's tearful face before the flames engulfed her; spinning very fast, she caught blurred glimpses of other Wizarding rooms, which were whipped out of sight before she could get a proper look; then she was slowing down, finally stopping squarely in the fireplace in Professor McGonagall's office. She barely glanced up from her work as Alula clambered out over the grate.
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Hogwarts
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"Evening, Black. Try not to get too much ash on the carpet."
"No, Minnie."
Alula sorted out her hair as Harry and Ron came spinning into view. When Ginny had arrived, all four of them trooped out of McGonagall's office and off toward Gryffindor Tower. Alula glanced out of the corridor windows as they passed; the sun was already sinking over grounds carpeted in deeper snow than had lain over the Burrow garden. In the distance, she could see Hagrid feeding Buckbeak in front of his cabin.
