8 o'clock outside the common room. There I stood in my loneliness waiting for the trio to show up. When I had stood there for a while just tipping my toes in the stone floor I decided to forget about them and leave.
Right in time, I spotted them. All three of them walking and laughing. That's what I want, I thought and smiled.
"Hey". I said and spoke the password so we could enter the common room. We walked up to my dorm. Luna wasn't there, thankfully. Nothing against her, I just wanted few people to have this knowledge. I swallowed, "You don't know why you're here". I let out a weird laugh. "Actually it's not about any homework, it's about my father". The blood in my body rushed faster than ever through my veins. My heart beat almost out of my skin.
They looked at me confused. I had nearly never spoken to any of them before and now, suddenly I need their help. Weird. "I- I know that we don't know each other. But I really think you could help with this". I said and picked at my nails. It was a nervous tick, had done it since I was a kid.
Hermione sat down next to me on my bed, I could smell her perfume. It was lovely, smelled flowers and tea. Just how I imagine her. "Aria. Of course we will help you!". Said the girl and looked my way. Our eyes locked and for a second, perhaps less, I thought I saw something in her. But I must've been mistaken.
I nodded slowly and let my eyes rest on the boys that sat on the floor in my dorm. "There seems to be a problem with me. I don't know what, but I need your help to finding it out before my father does".
Harry looked at me odd, his eyes flinching and nostrils moving. "What problem?" He said and started to move his fingers within the carpet that he sat on. I swallowed. How do I explain all of this without it taking like a million years?
"Well," I searched for the right words but it was hard. Talking about this to someone outstanding was harden than I had expected and all of a sudden a black wave of saddness hit me. Right in my heart. "For some time my father has been.. how do you say? Sort of abusing me.. I guess.." My heart beat faster than ever before, all of the blood in my body circuled around, almost like it was to never stop.
My eyes landed on the ginger boy, Ronald. His hair was quite long but on the same time short. Somewhere inbetween and it kept taking my focus. Then under that hair his eyes were lovely looking.
"I get it" Harry then said, while he was looking my way. "Or, I mean... I don't get it but i get it. You know what I mean?".
I slowly shook my head, wtf is he talking about? I thought. Why would he get that? He's been living with muggels all his life they don't know nothing. "How's that?" I asked him curious. "Like how do you get it?". As I was talking to him I realised it sounded quite rude. Almost like I didn't believe what he was saying.
They all looked at me, neither of the boys seemed mad about my appearance. But Hermione looked like she had something to say about it.
Harry cleared his throat, "My cousin- Dudley. I've been living with him and his parents. They're all awful". He looked at Hermione whom was looking at him.
The girl opened her mouth to say something but it didn't quite go. "I-". She paused and coughed a little. "Harry don't talk about it, you get upset". Her hands were tucked into her sleeves but still moving. I wondered what she was doing.
"Hermione it's fine". Harry then said and took a deep breath. "They have been really bad people, they still are really bad people. They locked me in the cupboard and let me stay there until i was twelve. Now I have Dudley's second bedroom".
I swallowed. It felt bad listening to all this. He really had a bad childhood, just because his parents were murdered, that was truly fucked up. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have said something". I looked down at the floor. My eyes started to get watery and then I felt a teardrop land on my hand.
Hermione looked at me, I didn't see her expressions but it felt like she was trying to do something. Something for me. "Aria it's okay, right Harry?".
"Right!". Harry said with a happy tone.
Phew. They didn't mind. For a long time I sat there crying. Hermione was surrounding me with her arms, which was making me feel quite good. It felt good to be there in her arms.
When I had stopped crying I tried to explain everything to them, how my parents were deatheaters and all of that stuff. How Narcissa and Bellatrix were my aunts. In the middle of everything I saw that all three of them looked rather surprised. I could figure out why. They must have though If I were a deatheater as well, which I was. But I left that out.
