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𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫

"𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡
𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡."

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 , 𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫

"Now, you two better be good. I don't want another letter from Professor McGonagall telling me you've blown up another toilet seat."

Arias's first year at Hogwarts had flown by and before she'd realized it, she had landed back into the hands of St Agnus' Orphanage.

The weeks she spent there were just as cruel and grueling as the years she had endured there before. Starved, beaten, and bloody, past Aria would have been at her lowest in the years prior.

This time around, however, she had something to keep her going.

Aria often thought about the year she had spent at Hogwarts, reveling in the lost emotions she had experienced in her short time there. She grieved the loss of her friends, who had grown to become some of the best people she had ever met, and longed to feel their warm embraces.

Peter. A shy boy, but easily one of the kindest.

The two became great friends after being paired in herbology, and their friendship blossomed.

Being the timid ones in the friend group certainly came in handy when they were often chosen as martyrs for the troublemaking cause. One anxious look towards any looming professor and they were sent on their merry ways.

They had also mastered the art of faking panic attacks to escape History of Magic, utilizing Aria and her fabulous acting skills.

It also helped that Aria had experience in the whole Panic-Attack Department, but they didn't need to know that.

Others in their house would often discover the two curled up on the burgundy couch in the Gryffindor common room while Remus, James, and Sirius laughed over the days' pranks and discussed what the future held for the self-dubbed "Marauders".

They would laugh while intensely explaining everything they knew about each of the plants in the Hogwarts greenhouse. Herbology was the only class that Peter had been able to get top marks in without Remus' aid. He and the other marauders were incredibly proud of him and celebrated by taking him out to the Black Lake and having a picnic.

Remus. A chocolate freak, much like herself.

Though the boy's accent was incredibly hard to understand at first, Aria eventually learned to understand what he was saying. The two had a peculiar bond, almost familiar.

Remus had found her crying in the owlery one night, staring at the scars that littered her small arms, and had comforted her. He showed her his, and told her of how he had gotten them. They had talked about a lot that night, and it had ended with Remus crying and being comforted by Aria.

He had told her that he was a werewolf, but Aria couldn't care one bit.

"You fold your socks and love chocolate, you are far, far from being a monster Remus Lupin."

Sirius. A twin in of itself.

They had both discussed the stars relating to their names and had bonded over their shared love of astrology, often sneaking out together to stargaze and chat about their days.

Sirius had shown her many constellations, even displaying the star that she was named after in the Virgo constellation.

Though trillions of stars shone back at them each night, the Cassiopeia constellation was by far Aria's favorite. She always seemed to find her in a time of need, following her nightly walks, and could always be seen from the small window in the girl's attic.