Aurora Walker was born to Marriot and Johnny Walker on the 6th of November 2020. The couple already had a son Cadmus three years older than Aurora and on the outside the four of them were the picture perfect family. And for the first three years of her life, Aurora believed it too.
It was shortly after her third birthday that her younger brother Callum was born. She didn't entirely understand the concept of siblings but she loved the little bundle anyway. But the couple wasn't really cut out to be parents. Not really. The stress of it made them mean and when they were mean they took it out on they're children.
Not violently. They weren't those type of people. It started off with small things, no toys because they hadn't waited for everyone to be seated at the dinner table. No going outside because they'd accidentally dropped a glass of milk all over the floor. But over the years it developed into bigger things. No dinner because the grade they got wasn't quite right. Sleeping on the floor because they'd missed curfew by two minutes.
It certainly didn't help that the Walker's were set in old ways. They believed that boys should be in school learning to be able to provide for a family whilst girls stayed at home to learn how to be a good housewife. Of course with the muggle law stating that children had to be in school until at least age 16 they couldn't keep Aurora out of school. But that didn't mean they happy about it. Whilst her brother were encouraged to do well in school, she was encouraged to concentrate on her social status. Something no nine year old should be worrying about.
It was understandably a relief when her letter came through the door for Hogwarts. She'd been expecting it since she'd made a glass float to stop it from smashing across the floor but it was still a welcome relief for her. It meant she'd be away from her parents.
Even so, she was a subdued child in her first year, doing moderately alright in classes just enough not to raise suspicion. It was only when her transfiguration teacher caught her practicing slightly more advanced spells from Cadmus' old book that they realised how intelligent she was. It was only when she realised that Hogwarts didn't send home report cards that she stopped pretending to be stupid.
Hogwarts was an escape for her. A way to defy her parents. It didn't matter that she had to go back to them at the end of each year, all the mattered was that for the first time in her life she had options. She didn't have to be just a housewife, she could have a job, a life. Something more.
Rory's life turned into a complete and utter flop. It all started with her younger brother turning to the aurors for help (Something both herself and Cadmus had tried before). But the problem was, this time it worked. Which really wasn't a problem. It really really wasn't. To be honest it was a relief. She didn't have to fear for her life any longer. But it also meant she had nowhere to go and so, aged 16 she was sent to lil bundles.
Lil bundles was tough for her. A big change from her life before even if she was only there a few months. Her final year was a whirlwind, she'd never let herself really consider what she wanted to do with her life because it was never going to be her own. Until it was.
She left Hogwarts with no idea of what she was going to do. Using what little money she had she moved into a cheap flat and looked for a retail job to sustain herself for a while until she managed to get onto her feet. A while turned into a year. And then a year and a half until finally she landed herself a job as a muggle Liason officer. It was a foot in the door if nothing else.
But just as things were beginning to look up, the worst happened. Her mother was released from jail. And the first stop on her tour, was Rory's apartment. The events of that night still haunt her, causing night terrors that cause her to jerk awake every night. But she won't tell anyone. She never has. She doesn't want anyone to think of her as any less than perfect.