"Dance," Bellatrix hissed. At 8 years old she refused.

Torture. "Dance," they whispered. At 9 she refused.

Torture far worse than Crucio. "Dance," they leered. At 10 Aurora danced.

The girl danced for years. "Bring the Phantom," they called and she was retrieved.

All her uniforms were black. Her hair had turned from blonde to black. Scars covered her arms and legs.

Seven years later, she could dance no more. "Bring the Phantom," they called.

Forward she stumbled. She rose to her toes before collapsing in a heap on the floor. All trust vanquished. Balance, diminished. Grace, forgotten.

So, Aurora Grace Daniels, the Phantom Ballerina, lay forgotten in the dungeons.

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