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Her hair whipped and breathed behind her, the callous wind under her every step into fate and fire. Eyebrows arched high, with her eyes brimming with storms, clouds, and thunder, glowing feverishly into the dark abyss as her legs refused to kneel. Opening her mouth, it was a melody dripping with acid and commanding power, just like the stardust she left as a trail. A knowing smile stretched on her lips, and her slender hands caught the gold that bled through her skin and coursed in her veins, carving fortunes.
As dainty as she was, she was a rebel by soul, a lover by heart, wise by mind, broken by emotion, unpredictable and stubborn by nature, and celestial by blood.
A warrior of such stood her ground, for she fell in love; with The Boy Who Lived.
Her name was; Aurora Zephyrine Mindley.
Ο If there were one person Aurora would express her gratitude to, it'd be Harry Potter; the Savior of their World.
However, she would never have imagined befriending the boy on the Hogwarts Express; she would never have imagined going on the most wanderlust and risky adventures with her three friends; she would never have imagined the family she found within the walls of the castle; albeit, she certainly would never have imagined playing the Queen on the Chessboard, developing feelings for the green-eyed male on the way.
For someone utterly dry and ordinary, Aurora's years at Hogwarts and Harry James Potter proved that wrong.
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