✧CASSIOPEIA AURORA BLACK IS NO MORE✧

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"Rory! Come come!" Her brother beckoned, and so the young girl steadied herself onto her feet and hurried throughout the ancient house of Black to the location that he set up.

The boy had created a fort, out of pillows and blankets and the girl squealed out at the sight of it.

She rushed out of the room to her room to grab both her small stuffed animal along with her blanket and pillow so that they could huddle underneath. At just five years old had either siblings found themselves in a mess of trouble, but Aurora diligently found herself undetected by her parent's scolding.

Why?

She didn't understand yet, but in truth it was because her parents were afraid.

Not a single ounce of magic had been displayed in all of her five years, even her youngest brother Regulus, he was showing signs of magic while Cassiopeia had no incidences in any shape or form.

And come to the end of the summer after her sixth birthday, the family was struck with a terrible decision to make.

One of which caused great pain as Orion sat beside his beloved daughter as she slept peaceful, he shed far too many tears in begging for her to be anything but a squib.

But fate had other plans.

He stunned her with a sleeping spell, picked her up and settled her downstairs on the couch as it was Bellatrix who performed the spell.

On both her and her brothers.

And for the coming years had Cassiopeia's name been dismissed, her brothers no utter memory. Her room was locked and mended shut with a handful of spells.

Both Orion and Walburga were mournful as though she had passed, but they kept the image alive. That they were pure and would keep it so at all costs.

Their feelings were numbed to the exstent, they knew of their daughter but no emotion was attached, memories of her interacting with the others but never enough to create a raw response.

But they left Aurora in a fate worse than in the Black house, the headmistress of Fountain of Angels was hesitant in allowing a young girl with posh clothing into her building.

An unexplained aura surrounded the new girl, and though the others weren't as weary of her presence, it unsettled Mrs.Blanchard. On top of it all, she hadn't much of a clue of her past up until a certain point.

Sure Orion had settled at least a small explanation on who the young girl was, but it wasn't enough to give away who. Or much less, their world.

Mrs.Blanchard was in duty of giving the girl a new life, and plucking the first two names constituted the new identity the girl would respond to, as it seemed like she was being both abandoned in the most sketchy of any children she worked with.

The spell Bella etched was working beautifully, it mended her mind to simply accept without any question. And better yet, the time spent at the Orphanage was blurring together as her entire life.

"Aria Roswell, age eight, she's talented in piano, violin, and ballet." Mrs.Blanchard bragged to the couple before the lined up children. This happened every other day for the past two years, the child would line up, stand straight as could be with their hands clasped in the center before them.

Aria's aura still constituted a distance between her and her headmistress, but it didn't stop the physical contact she would bring if the young girl would step a single line out of place.

The other children claimed that it was because she despised her, but that all didn't matter as the girl found joy elsewhere. It wasn't lessons that gave Aria the ability to play either instrument. She was self-taught from the books she checked out from the library.

The ballet was a fortunate win as she entered a contest for free lessons.

The instructor favored her and continued the classes even after the membership expired.

It was a long treck, about five miles down the road to the town. But Mrs.Blanchard could care less about the outcome of the child. At first, the elder woman was sure that placing the cross on her neck would instantly burn, but once no physical harm came to her in the form of the Lord's instance, Mrs.Blanchard took control of what she believed she deserved.

It was the day after Aria's birthday, not that there was any celebration but she made flower crowns for everyone and played an intense game of tag. As well as the kind elderly couple who owned the library who gifted her an assortment of old books.

The girl couldn't have asked for much more.

However what struck her as odd is when she arrived to her room, a beautiful owl was perked at her open window, catching sight of the witch caused it to fluff its feathers in hopes of being appealing enough to constitute a treat being given.

Peculiar, sure. But the secret the girl withheld on being accounted as evil in Mrs.Blanchard always reminded her of was much larger than a trained bird. The girl came all the more closer to the bird and offered a hand. What could mirror the action of a sigh allowed the bird to pluck up some courage to curve further into her hold.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any snacks...But if you look by the shed there's dozens, I'll be on the lookout." It was invitation enough at the source of food, and in a single action had the bird ducked down and curved to the likes of the barn.

Had...Had the bird understood what she said?!

Attempting to forget the whole ordeal did she settle down onto her bed and curl up against the light to get a better view of the story her new book held.

However, a slight crinkling sound behind her caused her to shift her position, only causing the noise to erupt again. Sitting further up did she see a small envelope sitting on her bed.

Ms. Aria Roswell

Bedroom number 4B

Fountain of Angels, Stonewallow

The addressing was odd, how did the sender know which bedroom she was in? Carefully separating the wax from the paper was she in awe at how delicate the loose parchment was, it was heavy.

Could this be her parents?!

Most of the children gave up on the fact that their parents would return, but she was an odd case. She has no memories, curtesy of Bellatrix, but not a single name or image to rectify her childhood.

All that was left was her arriving her, her entire life being blank was another reason why Mrs.Blanchard had an odd telling as something being wrong with the girl.

But it made Aria roll her eyes, as if reading the Bible would get the demons out of her.

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Salem school of Witchcraft

Headmaster Crawford

Dear Aria O'Hera Roswell,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected to attend the prestigious and scared academy; Salem school of witchcraft. Attached is all the information that you will need to be able to attend, we await your owl no later than the 31st of July.

If there are any concerns please feel free to send a return owl. We will be delighted to answer any and all questions you may have.

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The girl had been wronged, her parent's lack of patience was rectified all in one single letter, had they waited they would've been given a delightful surprise but now Aria would be facing a re-integration in a world she was born into and should've lived in.

Taking one of her notebook papers did she begin to draft her response, but after opening the letter further, she continued taking out large pamphlets that concerned everything from tuition to what she would be learning.

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Headmaster Crawford,

I believe you have drafted the wrong letter, although I don't know how you've managed to get my exact bedroom number and such but I do not take lightly this prank.

Magic isn't real.

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It pained her to write it, as though her limbs and inner nexus was persuading her otherwise. But simply folding the paper had it returned the owl to its rightful spot.
"I see you've managed to get a mouse?" The Owl fluttered it's feathers once again, he offered his claws in temptation for the paper and when she motioned it up he nipped it in his beak and flew high into the sky.

It took two days for the paper to be sent, and two more days for a response to be given.

An in-person one.

"Aria, you have a visitor," Wyatt spoke, knocking on her bedroom door before running off to finish his chores in time. She settled the book onto her bed, straight on top of the visible lump under the covers...it was the combination of the package that Salem that had been sent. Aria hadn't been able to dispose of it properly yet.

Hurrying down the grand staircase of this building had she turned to look in the direction of her headmistress' study. Patting down her palms to her thighs in an attempt to smooth out her dress, she raised her shoulder back and walked fitfully to the door and knocked.

Hoping that her appearance was decent since the last time she was in front of the mirror, as she had been prompt instead of tidy...She didn't want to be taught another lesson with punishment of what came with Mrs.Blanchard's judgmental eye.

"Ah, there she is...Aria darling, this is Mr.Crawford, he's from America." A knowing glint in the man's eyes shown as she looked up to him accusingly. She knew exactly who this man was and what his ties were.

"He's here about a school offer, why don't you take the moment to talk." As Aria attempted to protest, her headmistress cheerfully skipped away.

From what was told to the headmistress, the girl would be gone for two years, give or take the summer months but two years out of her hair! It was a blessing in disguise.

"Ms.Roswell, I'm sure you have a lot of questions concerning the letter I sent." She eyed him once again, and already the man could sense the energy she was projecting, though controlled.

Very controlled.

"Normally this doesn't happen as our students come from families where magic is—"

"Magic is not real." She stopped him instantly, and a fatherly motion had suddenly sparked into the headmaster as he bent down to the young child.

"Magic is most defiantly real little one, just because you don't know where to find it doesn't mean it's not there." It was partly true, or that's what she's been taught about the religion this orphanage stands behind.

"Hold this for me." The headmaster offered, it was a small flower he plucked from just outside. Aria recognized it far too easily.

The young witch offered her two small hands as he placed it down, all before revealing his wand and waving it delicately to allow it to bloom.

Not only bloom but to rise into the air.

Her eyes swirled with emotions, everywhere from questions and concerns, to worry. She instantly gripped his wrist and shook her head.

"If Mrs.Blanchard sees any devil work then I'll be pun—" This was indeed the oddest of any situation, and he made a very quick and damnable decision. But he was here already, and he was completely overwhelmed with how the system chose a muggle-born.

This would take further investigation anyway, so he smiled down at her once again and soothed her worries.

"Well then why don't we head off to the school, where you can be free with things like this."

"In—In the paper, it said that there are special creatures with...With magic, sir? Is that true?" He nodded, this young witch was in a very big surprise.

He filled all the paperwork required for her transfer and informed her to start packing what she would need. The headmaster waivered the costs and would cover anything she needs out of his own pocket because it was his duty to the line of witches in Salem to protect this nature.

And hearing her say that it was aligned with the devil? It broke his heart further.

He fashioned his traveling cloak around her, as her attire was anything but poor and distasteful. His wife was surely going to have a field day.

Aria, who experienced far too many things in the time span of an hour was struggling to comprehend the fact that she somehow managed to get from Britain to American in less than a blink of an eye.

She was given a potion, and at this point she drew the line as she looked at him in an accusing motion. "I don't know who you are or what sort of bloody thing you run here, but I don't want a part of it!" She screamed, and the man sighed. Out of all the years in his position of being the headmaster of an all-girls school, this was one of the highlights.

From her perspective, an odd man with an odd accent came and told her that magic is real, preformed a few tricks and now she's here in a whole new country handed a colored drink.

"That could be poison for all I know!" She added, and so he uncorked the bottle and offered her to take a whiff of the contents. "What do you smell?" It was a number of things, but the girl did fairly well placing a scent apart from one another.

"The contents of this will eliminate the effects of the portkey, it's how we traveled so quickly...Poison, little one, either has no smell or smells wonderful." She blinked along, soaking up the knowledge he bestowed upon her. She was eating each and every word he was talking about.

"How?"
"You'll learn about the theories in intro to potion-making in this fall semester." Panic took over her as she shook her head.

"I...I have n-no m-money for the t-tuition o-or fo-for clothes."

"That is all handled, now...Will you take the potion?" The man was offering a safe haven, and nothing was at all better than this.

The effects worked instantly as her entire focus was trying to push back the nausea. She felt fine rather quickly, and it was surely suspicious on her end.

But didn't medication work the same way?

The professors in the school wasted no time at all getting the girl settled, extra grants and scholarship would fund her through her academic journey...And when she would make her way through the Hogwarts gates it would continue further.

After being fed and clothed, the girl looked like a million dollars. The witches working under Eli Crawford's belt took a quick liking to the girl, but it wasn't until Ms.Silva, his deputy mistress pulled him aside.

They have yet to the open the doors to muggle-born witches, so it was deduced that the newcomer was either a half-blood or pureblood.

"Eli you know how different it is over there, her parents could've passed from the war or...they must've thought that she was a no-maj."

"What do you suggest Silva?" The woman held her tongue for a moment but she disagreed with her first thought.

"They don't deserve her, if she is apart of that world? It'll be worse if we send her back." Eli nodded in agreement, everyone here was briefed on the theory as Aria was given full range on the library and good Merlin was it addicting.

By the time it was the first day of school she was at the same level as a second year at Ilvermonry, so the teachers always gave her extra work.

She craved it.

But lugging her feet to the headmaster's office did she take a fitful knock to the door, and Mr.Crawford offered a smile. "Ms.Roswell, how can I help you?"

"Is it possible to stay here for the holidays? I-if it's too late to make arrangements I'll go but—" He interrupted her with a rose hand, the girl made friends far too easily and her friend Elizabeth had already made the preparations with her own family.

And if not, Eli would simply invite her for Thanksgiving dinner with him and his family.

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Date Posted: 01-08-20

Time: 1:56

Words: 2919

Author's Note:

Hello lovelies, thank you for checking out this first chapter!

What do you think of Aria Roswell?

It felt so strange writing a young version of the character let alone someone completely different, but it's a fresh start.

Tell me what you think! I'd love to hear from you!

There's no planned posting schedule, hopefully I can try for Wednesdays maybe? We'll see.

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