ARIA POTTER ▷ H.POTTER NEXT GEN FIC

Uncle Ron

Aria's POV
Just minutes ago I had turned over and been greeted by my Uncle. Sure, I should be happy to see him and glad that he was here but that's not the case. Not only is he lying in a cast but only 3 days ago, Aunt Hermione had told us he was missing. I sucked in a sharp breathe and released it, "What are you doing here?" I asked quietly, not wanting my emotions to get the best of me. Uncle Ron looked at me with that goofy grin and sighed, "Aria... Listen to me. I don't remember a thing. I remember waking up Rose, Dominique and Victorie and I was on my way to wake up Hugo and that is the last thing I remember. Up until now that is."

I groaned as a searing pain shot through my wrist and my stomach did a flip flop. I hoisted my body weight on my good arm and looked at Uncle Ron, "Have you ever heard the name Amora Riddle?" I whispered, still in pain. Ron sat up and his eyes widened, without any answer or acknowledgment, he turned over and went to sleep. Typical Uncle Ron.

However, I could tell that my adventures where just beginning. As my eyes began to droop, I heard a voice whisper, "Feeding time.... Must eat.... Need blood." This time, I knew it was that strange woman I had seen in my visions, and my visions where never wrong.

Ron's POV

Aria had just said her name... Amora Riddle. Last I was aware of, only Harry, Hermione and I knew that Voldemort wasn't the only Riddle. His younger sister had been a disgrace to the family so they kept her hidden for many years. As far as they knew, she was a Squib. Up until the day she was supposed to enter her 4th year. She had stolen Tom's wand and when she was caught, she yelped out a spell that she had seen in one of his books. The spell floated Tom up in the air and then within seconds dropped him. At least, that was the rumors said.

Good Merlin, I was a terrible Uncle. Not only had I ignored my niece but, I had straight up lied to her. I knew everything that happened... All of it... But if I told Aria that I knew Amora, she would never trust me again.

---Back at the Potter Residence---

Hermione's POV

Harry had interrogated me for answers on Ron's whereabouts until Ginny scolded him. She was always a feisty one.. I sucked in a sharp breath and lie my aching head on the cool, linoleum counter. That's when the telephone rang. It was a sharp, shrill sound that I was used to. It made me miss home.

Harry and Ginny were nowhere to be seen so I rushed over and pushed the "TALK" button. A familiar voice began to speak on the other end. "Hello, Harry? This is Madame Pomfrey from Hogwarts." I cleared my throat to stop her from continuing on, "Hello Poppy! Harry isn't in right now, this is Hermione Weasley. However you know me as Hermione Granger" The line was nothing but air for quite some time and then Poppy's voice came back, "Well, hello Mrs. Granger. What a surprise to hear from you again. Although, this muggle call was meant for Harry, I suppose you were our next call. So here it is, Aria is currently residing in the Hospital Wing due to a minor concussion. Don't worry, she is fine. However, she is not the only patient we have recently acquired, your very own husband, Ronald Weasley, is currently here as well." Poppy paused and my eyes widened. "Poppy, hold on please, I will be right there."

With a click of a button, she was gone. I didn't know whether to leave a note or not, so I quickly scrawled, "Ron and Aria are in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts. Meet me there." Without a second f hesitation, I Apparated to the borders of Hogwarts. This was the first time I had been here in over 19 years... And nothing had changed at all... Not a single thing.

A/N hey guys! Sorry about the really late update. I've had soccer try-outs all week and I've been beat by the time I get home! I will try my hardest to update by Wednesday.. Maybe...