"Draco," I whispered as he brushed a strand of my hair off my face, "I don't know if I can keep-"
"Keep doing what?" he smirked, brushing his thumb against my cheeks.
"This," I sighed and tried to push past him. He grabbed my arm and pushed me back...
hey everyone! welcome to the first chapter of his secret!
quick disclaimer:
i do not own harry potter. all credit to jk rowling.
however, i also want to say i do not agree with or condone
ANYTHING
rowling has said about the trans community.
also, smut warning. things will get spicy.
but that's what you're probably here for anyway.
enjoy!
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Aurora's POV
I was running, as fast as my slim legs could carry me. He had found me. He wanted me dead. Just like he'd murdered my parents. I was next. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I turned my head around. He was waving his wand and yelling curses at me. A flash of green flew from the end of his wand, headed straight towards me. It hit me right in the gut. I flew across the field and landed on the ground, dead.
I sat up in my bed, panting softly. I pinched myself roughly to make sure I was still alive.
"Ow!" I whispered, rubbing my arm softly, "Yes, I'm definitely still alive." I noticed then that I had tears streaming down my face. Quickly, I wiped them away, not wanting to look or feel weak. I hated feeling weak, which is why I hated that stupid reoccurring nightmare.
I was never a huge dreamer until this summer. Suddenly, every night, I was having a nightmare. It was always the same. You-Know-Who had found me and wanted to finish what he started. I shivered at the thought. I glanced up at the clock on the wall and groaned. It was already 8:30. I decided it was time to get up so I could be ready for breakfast with my dreadful family.
While I knew I was lucky that my Uncle Paul was willing to take me in, I despised him and his family. They knew it too. Paul was terribly rude and Lisa was snooty, but my cousin was the worst. Callum was in Gryffindor, just like his parents. I, on the other hand, was placed in Slytherin. My uncle had feared I'd be sorted into the same house as my parents. They were terrified, while I was thrilled. The Slytherin and Gryffindor rivalry follows me home every summer.
Yawning, I practically sleepwalked to the bathroom. I fiddled with the shower and undressed while the water warmed. Most times I rushed through my showers, but today I took my time. I let my mind wander for a while as the water rained over my body. Once I was done, I hurriedly got dressed for the train ride. I slipped on some baggy jeans and a dark green sweater. I quickly dried my blonde hair and pinned a strand back with some bobby pins. I put on my makeup and quickly threw my toiletries into my trunk.
