A Cure For Leo | hp

Prologue

ARAMINTINA WAS SURE that she wasn't like most eight-year-olds. No, she didn't mean the fact that unlike her, most eight-year-olds didn't possess magical abilities, or have a magic family, or have magic friends, or know for sure that magic truly was real. She meant that most eight-year-olds were happy, something she was not.

Once again, she didn't mean that in a 'my mommy won't buy that toy for me' or 'Olivia didn't invite me to her sleepover' way. She meant it in a way that no eight-year-old should. In ways that she'd rather not talk about. Or think about. Or be reminded of. Ever.

And yet here she was, being reminded of the very thing that made Aramintina the unhappiest eight-year-old in the world.

I mean, who would be happy to go to their younger brother's funeral?

These people didn't even know him, a comment she constantly reminded her mother of, and each time she was told to be quiet. It only made her unhappier. Everything seemed so sad, so gloomy, so fake. She was sure most people didn't even know how he died. 

Though she supposed that was a good thing.

After the service, Aramintina followed her mother outside and grabbed her hand, allowing her to apparate her to the cemetery. Within a few seconds, many others joined them, though stood behind the two out of respect.

They all watched in silence as his casket was lowered into the ground.

In Loving Memory of

Leonardo Kade LeBleu

14 February 1982 - 5 April 1988

Aramintina felt a hand on her shoulder and grew excited. It was him, it had to be him.

"We'll be okay Minnie," Genevieve said to her daughter, and Aramintina's smile deflated.

It wasn't him. He wasn't here. He didn't come.

"Mum,"

Genevieve watched as the little bit of light left in Aramintina's eyes died. "Yes?"

"I don't like that name anymore."

She was no longer an unhappy eight-year-old. She was angry and bitter, and Genevieve knew it. "What would you like me to call you?"

"Just Tina, please. Tina LeBleu."

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THE MORNING OF SEPTEMBER 2, 1992 was an odd one, if you asked Tina. The number of students that came up to her while she tried to read peacefully was, in kinder words, annoying, especially considering the previous school year. She had been considered an outcast and mostly ignored, and she liked it that way. She preferred it that way. However, it seemed as if her invisibility was only temporary, as she escaped yet another group of students that came up to her.

Tina left the library, bustling through the hallway annoyed. She would love it if someone told her what she did that made her so popular all of a sudden, so she could remind herself to never do it again.

"Sorry!" A boy's voice called, as he and Tina crashed into each other. He picked himself up with the help of his two friends, and his bright green eyes met firey brown ones.

Tina glared coldly at him making him shiver, and left to her common room. Perhaps, she thought later in the day, she could have handled the situation better, but this much human interaction made her feel and do things she didn't know how to control.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched in surprise and slight fear (not that they'd admit to it) as the girl sauntered down the hall, her brown hair billowing behind her. 

"Who was that?" Ron asked for both himself and Harry, who was clueless as always.

"Tina LeBleu!" Hermione said in awe and jealousy. "I wouldn't expect you to know her, she's in Ravenclaw, but she got top marks on the exams. She did better than some third years, I heard!"

Harry stared down the hall at Tina, until her figure turned a corner and disappeared. He began to wonder why he's never seen her around before. He knew a fair few of Ravenclaws in his year, but she was new, at least to him. He'd remember her. Tina LeBleu.

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Hii! Thank you for reading! Fun fact, I meant to publish this chapter yesterday because it was Tina's birthday (December 7th)!

Published December 8, 2021

Edited May 1, 2022