Eventually ~ A Regulus Black Love Story

Eventually ~ A Regulus Black Love Story

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Although some could argue that their equally glorious, but also of different length hair sets them apart, James and Aurelia Potter tend to be mistaken for one another. This neither can understand. While James was sent to Hogwarts, Aurelia received her letters of acceptance to both Hogwarts and Beauxbatons, which led to the beginning of a new life for her in France, away from her brother. This arrangement lasted until Aurelia turned sixteen and she received a letter from her parents, asking her to come back home, to go to Hogwarts with her brother. Not that she would point it out to her parents, she knows a lot more than she lets on about the wizarding world's dilemmas, believing that their decision was more based around keeping her safe from Voldemort than bringing her and James closer again as they claimed. Something Aurelia hadn't been expecting was that she would end up being so different from her family and that she would find love in a Death Eater. There are many things she had not believed before Hogwarts. - - - - - - - - - - "I think I'm capable of telling the wrong sort for myself, thanks." - - - - - - - - - - DISCLAIMER I do not own Harry Potter, its plot or its characters. I own my character, Aurelia, and her plot within this story. Do not steal.
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