YOU MAKE MY HEART SHAKE, BEND, AND BREAK BUT I CAN'T TURN AWAY!
aurora "rory" archer was a powerhouse. well, sort of. she was a fierce friend with a heart of gold and a love of music. she was also awkward, bad at potions, and... fatherless. her frie...
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RORY SAT IN ANDREW'S living room, her arms crossed and her leg anxiously bouncing. It had been months since she read his article in The Quibbler. He didn't have much to say to Rory about it, and then in early March, she saw he had published another one. She went to his house immediately after she read it. Now, he was sitting across from her, silent. Andrew was not a silent man. He was the loudest man Rory had ever met. That was the one thing she always knew about him.
However, he had nothing to say. But Rory did.
"You're going to get yourself killed," she said coolly.
"No I'm not, Aurora," he said with firmness. The firmness most fathers spoke with, but not Andrew, at least not most of the time.
Rory shook her head, "Don't call me that. Dad, I'm worried about you. What if someone finds out you wrote them? What if the next one doesn't print as anonymous? You know how powerful the Ministry is. You could lose your job!"
"This isn't something I've never done before. During the first war and even afterwards —"
"You had nothing to lose," she finished, "But now you do. You have me, you have Aaron, Cory... even Remus and Tonks! We all care about you, and we don't want you losing your life over a bloody article!"
He ran a hand through his slightly unkept dark hair and travelled on to his face. He then buried his face in his hands and took a deep breath, "I'm just... I'm standing up for what I believe in. If I get killed for it then so be it. There are things worth dying for."
Rory narrowed her gaze, "But what about everyone you'd leave behind? Are we not worth living for?"
Silence. Rory knew Andrew was admitting defeat. However, he was stubborn. Prideful and stubborn.
Rory and Andrew had never fought before. Nothing they discussed ever escalated to the point of a proper argument. She didn't like it. It made her feel like her mother.
"You're getting married in what? Two weeks? If you keep putting a target on your back you won't be the only one affected," she continued, "There is a time and a place for stating your opinion and right now in the bloody Quibbler is not it."
"You're right," he said quietly, "I guess I'm just so used to being alone... I forget I have people to take care of now. If anything happened to any of you, I don't think I'd ever forgive myself."
"I know you wouldn't," Rory said. Just then, they heard the front door open and Cory stepped inside. She was not alone though. With her, was a pink haired Nymphadora Tonks. Andrew got up and assisted them with the shopping bags in their arms, at least, he attempted to.
