The Girl with the Broken Heart (The Girl with the Heart Scar Threequel)

Saving Aria

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters except Aria, Jude, Lucy, Max, Marie, Ben, Taylor, and Reginald. Everyone else belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Saving Aria

George’s POV

            I was standing in Aria’s room. It was dark and I could see a light coming from her bathroom. I could hear water dripping and I slowly made my way to the door. I could feel something was wrong. The whole room was completely eerie and I had a sick feeling in my stomach. I reached my hand out and nervously pushed the door open. The only sound I could hear was the dripping water. I took a deep breath and walked into her bathroom. What I saw took the life right out of me. The bathtub was filled with blood colored water and that wasn’t the only thing. Aria’s body was floating in it and her hands were resting against the edge of the tub. She was in her Yule Ball dress and her blue eyes were staring at her ceiling. Her body was lifeless.

            Tears were rolling down my face and I ran over to her. “Aria, no! You didn’t do this! No!” I looked at her wrists and both sported deep cuts. “Alright. Come on.” I picked her up out of the water and lied her gently on the floor. I pointed my wand at her wrists and said, “Vulnera Sanentur.” Nothing happened and my heart ached. “Episkey!” Still nothing happened. I cried harder and sat down by her. “No, no, no! You’re going to heal! Vulnera Sanentur!” She still didn’t heal and I threw my wand down. I picked Aria’s dead body up and held her close to me. “No. Please don’t be gone.” I rocked as I held her tighter. “I love you, Aria. Please come back to me.”

            My eyes flew open and I took in a deep breath. Thank God it was just a nightmare. I’ve been having these nightmares about her for a week now. Ever since she appeared in my room while I was making out with Angelina. Angelina; my… girlfriend I guess you could call her. I’ve been trying to get over Aria by being with Angelina but that wasn’t working very well. I still loved Aria and I wanted to be with her. I hated that I had caused us to fight. I just didn’t believe she could see my brother and I really hated seeing her with Ben. I had written her a letter after she came into my room but she never wrote back. Ben had written me though saying Aria didn’t want to talk to me. I hated that it has come to this.

            I rolled over and found Angelina was still asleep. I wished she was Aria. I sighed and sat up. I ran my hand through my hair and saw a picture of Aria and I. We were asleep on Aria’s couch and she was using my legs as a pillow. I was sitting on her couch and my left hand was on her stomach. I sighed again and wished that that was the way it still was. I got up and passed the picture on my way out of my room. I went into the bathroom and to take a fast shower. As I was washing my hair, I heard something drop to the floor.

            “Ron, get out.” I said irately. I continued rinsing the shampoo out of my hair and heard something drop again. “Bloody hell, Ron. I said get out.” I peeked my head out of the shower curtain and noticed no one was in the bathroom with me. I turned off the water and grabbed my towel; wrapping it around my waist. I got out of the shower and looked around the bathroom. My toothbrush and deodorant were on the floor and I picked them up. I was curious how they fell and I put them back on the sink. I turned to leave the room when my deodorant fell again and I turned back around. I gasped as I saw something written on the mirror.

            Meet me in our room in one minute. Get rid of Angelina – Fred

            Fred? My dead brother? How… why… what was going on? Was Aria really telling the truth? Could she see Fred? I wiped the mirror so no one else would see and ran into my room. Angelina smiled at me and said, “Good morning, Sweetie.”