Aria learns that upon her mothers death that her legal guardianship shall be given to the Malfoys and that she will be reunited with her so called 'father' Lord Voldmort to become the dark heir. With her memory curse lifted her loyalties will be tes...
It was only my second morning here and I already wished to be back home in my little cottage, I wanted to inhale the familiar scent of Jasmine that grew around the beams of the exposed roofing, the scent still clings to my skin, it was a constant warm embrace of my past home. I wanted to take the covers off of my head and see the familiar white washed walls where mother had painted botanical plants, they were enchanted to lovingly sway with the non existent wind of my bedroom. I wanted my antique china doll that would wave me goodbye every time I left the room, her fine lace trimming an intricate beauty to behold.
As I stretched and yawned, attempting to crack the kinks out of my joints I inhaled the scent of the sheets that currently surrounded me, they smelt fresh and clean and the house elves worked incredibly hard to get them starch white but yet my nose wrinkled. it was not unpleasant, it just wasn't home. I sighed, wishful thinking. Maybe I could write to Remus, although I was banned from visiting him alone with no proper guardian, there was no rule against me writing him a letter, maybe requesting a certain doll.
The thought had barely had time to be executed because at breakfast that morning I was disturbed mid shoveling porridge into my mouth by the thud of a brown wrapped package. A light brown owl sat in front of me, his feathers askew, a rough looking thing, just like his owner I thought. I patted Alfred's head and offered him water from a goblet before proceeding to open the letter.
Dearest Aria
How are you settling in? I understand it is still early days as I write this, however, I must know how you are doing. you know, I use to scold you mother for keeping such a tight rein on you, now I know the constant worry of a mother, I am ironically admitting that I am ringed with anxiety over the thought of you not eating properly, or making friends, funny how the shoe's on the other foot now. How are you keeping up with the work load? Make sure you wear your socks to bed, up in the Gryffindor tower it can be awfully drafty. Tell me if the students miss me or not, and if they don't miss me, lie to me to give an old man an ego boost.
Love always
Remus
I couldn't help but laugh out loud over Remus clucking over me like a mother hen, wait how did he know I would be put in Gryffindor? I didn't have time to ponder on my question. As as I looked up I spotted a pale hand fingering the string of my package. I slapped the hand with my own and it retracted to it's owner, Ron. "Nice one, Ari." The twins jeered and I lifted my chin gloatingly. I then proceeded to open up the package, the brown crinkly paper satisfying my ear drums.
The contexts both surprised me and delighted me. It was a photo album. The first picture inside was a picture of me and mother when we were younger, she was twirling me around in a field, my white summer dress spinning in cascades around me. The second was of my antique china doll waving back at me, I fought the urge to wave back, considering my surroundings. The next page depicted me and Remus one Christmas sitting by the tree tearing into our presents, laughing carelessly as streams of ribbon and wrapping paper fell confetti like around us to the floor.
There were many picture here and I know Remus had sent them to give me some piece of mind. So many dear memories filled these pages and I fought the urge to not well up. I could feel Harry and Hermione peering over shoulder on either side of me, smiling along at the pictures. I flitted through the pictures, my smile only getting wider, pictures of me taking my first bike ride, of me and Remus rolling down a hill and me and my mother getting stuck in a tree from that one time we raced to the top. I hadn't smiled this genuinely in so long my mouth muscles hurt from finally being used properly.
The last page shocked me, it was of my mother at Hogwarts, there she stood in her Slytherin uniform, next to her it appeared to be a young snape, a cruel looking boy with stark blonde hair with a permanent sneer etched on his face had his arms around the waist of a girl with half blonde and half black hair. I had forgotten that Hermione and Harry had been peering over my shoulder, snapping the book shut I stood abruptly. I made my way back to my dorm intending to hide this book in my locked trunk, not wanting any one to see my mother, not whilst she stood in her Slytherin uniform whilst I sat in my Gryffindor ones. I'd be lying if I said a part of me doesn't wish to be in the same house as mother.
due to the diversion I ended up being late to my first class. I entered meekly, apologising profusely, using the excuse of being new and getting lost, still, Professor Mcgonagall did not looked entirely impressed. As I stood at the front of my Transfiguration class I scanned the room for a spare seat, oh no.
The room started to spin, I felt my breakfast dance in my stomach, my heart ached, it ached for a loss I didn't know and it hurt regardless. I clutched at my heart and stumbled forward, my hand caught the table in front of me as I fell to my knees, the class suddenly stopped to stare. Harry stood almost immediately to help me up, as he did I looked into the eyes of the culprit who made me feel like this. There he was, hunched over his desk. He mimicked my actions, hand clutching at his heart, his face actually looked in pain this time as opposed to his usual scowl.
His Grey eyes seemed to cry out to me and it took all of my will power not to shrug Harry off, but he pulled me up anyway, hoisting me into a seat that another classmate had cleared for me. "Aria what's wrong?" Harry asked, a worried expression on his face. Professor McGonagall also filtered towards me asking me an array of questions.
I swatted them away, blaming my sudden fall on a bad stomach ache, the answer seemed to placate them and Harry was asked to escort me to the infirmary so that I could rest. "Why is you stomach hurting so bad, you ate the same stuff I did?" he queried, still a look of pure worry plastered on his face.
"Women's issues." I answered curtly hoping to avoid any further questions. Harry's ears turned pink, releasing what women's issues meant and thankfully did not press me for any other answers. He then helped me sit on a bed, he started to help fluff the pillows behind me as well but I stopped him. "I know Dumbledore asked you to watch out for me, but you can relax a little." I said half laughing half serious.
He sighed and let out a chuckle that ended before it started. "Sorry, I know I'm coming on a bit strong, I just don't want to disappoint him you know, he ah... he also told me a bit about your life, about your mum..." I squeezed my eye shut, I did not want to hear this, not after that blonde boy in class, not after the picture book. He carried on regardless. "I have a feeling your mother was taken away from you for similar reasons as to why mine were taken away from me." He finished, of course after what Remus had told me, I knew that was true. So there me and the boy who lived sat, in complete silence, both knowing exactly what the other felt and had gone through.
I was excused shortly after when I was assessed as being fine. I lied of course. How was I supposed to explain that every time I see this boy my heart aches, aches as if he's slipping through my fingers and if I don't grab on quick I'll be stuck in a perpetual state of loss and anguish. Even thinking about that utter feeling of loss, I felt my eyes start to water. But I had no time to cry as I found Harry and his two friends awaiting my arrival just outside the infirmary. They all chorused the usual "are you okay?" and started leading me to our next class.
When I entered the threshold I was glad to see that boy wasn't there, my knees still felt weak from our last encounter and I wasn't sure if I could handle that immense rush of loss more than once in a day. In fact, the whole day passed and I didn't see him again. I had several classes with Slytherin and across the rest of the next few days he was nowhere to be seen. I wasn't sure if I was happy or upset by this.
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