In our solitude | Tom Marvolo Riddle

Chapter 4

What could an 11 years old do with no guardian around? Look for one, maybe? but how?
This isn't the future year when any of her relatives were all wiped out by Voldemort, this is way before that.
Mia knew very little of the Heartstring family, who she expected to probably be living on some faraway other side of the continent in order to raise certain beasts they chose to nurture of their own with their business.
The strangest part of this whole ordeal that she seemed to experience is the fact that she had in her luggage a Gringott key that was only passed down to her after her parent's passing 30 years from now.
She never questioned how she went back in time, or how her existence somehow just exists in this timeline when it wasn't supposed to. Maybe because of some kind of wizarding hex, or it's all just happening inside her head. The girl now realized that she had never really sat down and questioned any of what happened through the year she attended Hogwarts a year ago until now, until the young now 12 years old girl sat alone by one of Hogwarts Express chair hugging onto her luggage; until the occasional glances of witches and wizard dug through her petite self that knocked some sense im her.
"How.. How did this all happen?"
She finally questioned herself, for the first time since she landed in this timeline. She had gotten too good at blending along and getting so used to the 30s environment that she had forgotten about her true identity completely.
Not that she was complaining, being able to live another life with new friends and experiencing Hogwarts again after thinking you died is probably the best thing that has ever happened to her, not having to fear the escaped prisoner of Azkaban, the dementors that roam Hogwarts halls for years or death eaters coming for your life ordeal was something so incredibly out of her reach in the 1980s, the very same Hogwarts that was known to be one of the safest place in the wizarding world becoming the main ground for war in your years attending the school itself wasn't very fun for someone who did not matter as much as the boy who lived or his two best friends. In fact her death did not even matter to anyone's life, probably just known to be another student that didn't have enough luck to run away from the death eaters like the rest.
But better or worse she is still Mia Heartstring. The Mia Heartstring that died in may 1988 in the great war against he who must not be named, the same Mia Heartstring who lived 18 years of her life in misery; who grew up in a horrible abusive orphanage and was too scared to touch the fortune passed down to her by parents she never knew she had until she got a letter from Hogwarts.
She's rather incredibly grateful to exist again in this era, though somewhere within a logical space of her thoughts came the possibility that she could just end the soon coming war and save thousands of lives just by murdering her friend. But Mia isn't a hero, she never wanted to be one; and to be honest the only title she'd be getting by killing a 12 years old boy now is probably insane psychopath and not 'the one who saved the wizarding world' or 'the girl who lived' like Harry Potter. She'd die in peace and rest in the afterworld before seeing all that happen herself anyways, the future is not hers to deal with.
"Oh there you are!" Cutting off her string of thoughts was a tall woman who looked to be around her 50s, reaching a possible 7ft even if you didn't count her scarlet red heels that held up her giant figure.
A little startled, Mia who has been sitting on the long wooden chair decorated in Hogwarts Express looked upwards. The evening golden hour lights just hitting the older woman's prominent figure, her dirty blonde hair reached down to her waist in one long braid; the woman wore a maroon dress decorated in flowers patterns overriding the embroidered gold lace at the end of its flowy end which reached just down to her knees, what stuck out to her the most was not how tall she is or her distinct choice of color that made her more noticeable in the crowd but rather her eyes.
Big violet orbs that are just a few shades darker than her own.
"Mia, my dear?" The woman knocked her wooden cane on the chair the girl sat in and spoke once more after noticing the girl was distracted over reading her appearance, her red lips curled up in a respectful smile; the woman wore red lipstick often seen in bolder women or at parties.
"How do you know my name?" Mia asked, a little freaked out. "Who are you, ma'am?"
"Ah! Finally you answered." The woman smiled, showing her straight white teeth through the large smile. "Oh where are my manners, my name's Scarlet Heartstring dear. Albus sent me a letter to come fetch you."
Scarlet, fitting for her name. Mia thought, averting her eyes from the women's maroon dress to her orbs.
"I'm your grandmother," She stated, before taking the younger's luggage that was on the ground and carrying it in her large hand. "C'mon now! What are you waiting for? Chop chop dear, let's go home."
The woman was quick, or maybe just impatient. She rotated her red heels and walked towards a car that was parked behind Mia in an empty spot on the large grass field near Hogwarts Express.
It wasn't that Mia is an easy target for kidnapping or that she's dense enough to follow a stranger; however, not only does the woman have eyes that resemble her own but also a friendly feeling coming the way she speaks or the way she stared down to her petite self that screams... Heartstring.
"Albus told me you wouldn't be able to find your way back, afterall I didn't expect my son to have a daughter! or even throwing you in that damn awful orphanage. That darned kid, too bad he's dead or I would've sent him to Merlin myself." Scarlet rambled, chucking the little girl's luggage in the back of her maroon car before walking over to the passenger seat and opening the door for the little girl to come in.
"Dumbledore, he knew?" Mia managed to ask, still relatively surprised that she even had a family or in this case a grandma, while settling herself in the passenger seat of the expensive looking car.
"Can't expect anything more from that cheeky man." Scarlet let out a chuckle, slamming the door shut on her own side as the car started floating upwards. Heading to who knows where.
"Let's go home now, Mia."
Home, such an unfamiliar concept to a girl who's only home was boarding school.