A/N: Welcome to Ariella's Diary! Okay, okay…I'm really looking forward to writing this story purely because it's been in my head for like 5 years now and I'm just now putting it on "paper" for everyone to read. Ariella is my own character I created to go along with JKR's story of Harry Potter. Although, I'm nervous because I don't know how people will react to the made up character, but here you go! This is the character story that probably inspired me to write fanfic! Enjoy and please review! :]
Dear Diary,
Today I arrived back at Aunt Molly and Uncle Arthur's house. However, this time I'll be here for good. Mum and Dad were murdered last night. By who you ask? By Voldemort, of course. Starla is gone too…she was so young. Luckily (I guess), I was here visiting Ron when it all happened. I was sent home to pack my things this morning and moved into Ron's room. While I was there, I happened to grab a couple of my family's things. Mum's broom, Dad's old potion book, and Starla's doll. Unfortunately, all of our family photos were destroyed so I only have their faces in my memory. Anyway, back to Aunt Molly and Uncle Arthur…they've taken me in, thankfully. Being the only family I have left, I'd be lost without them. However, school life is going to change. Aunt Molly insisted I go to Hogwarts with Ron and Ginny, so I've transferred out of Beauxbatons. It'll be so strange not being there for my last year of school. And it would've been Starla's first year. So sad she never got to go to school…I just hope Hogwarts isn't too different. At least Aunt Molly is letting me stay in Ron's room. With us only being a month apart in age, Ron is more a brother than he is a cousin. Well I need to start unpacking.
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After shutting her diary and hiding it under her pillow, Ariella wiped her damp face with the backs of her hands. She then took her blue Beauxbatons ribbon and tied her long red hair back to keep it from sticking to her face. As she stood up and began putting away her wardrobe, Ron Weasley walked inside their room.
"Ariella?" he said as he walked over to her bed. He put his hand on her shoulder, "Are you okay?"
She looked up at her cousin, tears still streaking down her face. "Of course not, Ronald. How would you feel if your family was just murdered and you were the only one that lived?"
He frowned and turned her around to face him. "I know you're upset, but you must realize how lucky you are."
" I don't feel very lucky…."
"Well you are. You have a family that's more than happy to take you in. My friend Harry is more a servant than a nephew to his aunt and uncle. And he's never really met his parents. At least you still have your memories of your parents and sister."
Ariella hugged him tight. "I know I should be thankful, and I am for you all. But I can't help feeling guilty that I got to live while they had to die."
Ron pulled back to look at her. "Give it time. I'm sure this is all part of the healing process. In the mean time, Mum wants to take you to get new school robes."
Ariella looked at him, confused. "Why? Can't I just wear my Beauxbatons uniform?"
He laughed. "You could, but you'd stick out with all the other students wearing black."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "I wouldn't complain. There's nothing wrong with standing out in a crowd."
He rubbed her head, messing up her hair. "Just get new robes. You stand out enough already."
Ariella smiled up at her favourite cousin. She loved how he could easily cheer her up. Being only a month apart, they were inseparable as kids and still were as they became adults. They were often mistaken to be siblings rather than cousins when they were together. As she fixed her hair, she said, "You're no fun."
"I am too! I play Quidditch! That's fun!"
"Yeah, and so do I," she stuck her tongue out at him, playfully, "But you're boring. You're a Keeper. I do quite well as a Seeker."
He rolled his eyes. "Of course you do…Aunt Yasmine taught you everything."
She grinned. "Yep. And I bet you anything that when I go to Hogwarts, I'll be a Seeker for one of the Quidditch teams."
He laughed wildly. "Good luck with that. Harry's our Seeker and he's one of the best."
She put her hands on her hips and shifted her weight to her right. "And who says I have to be on Gryffindor's team?"
"The Sorting Hat. You're a Weasley…where else would you go?"
"For your information, my mother was in Slytherin so there's always the possibility."
"Yeah, maybe a two-percent chance. All of the Weasley's have always been put into Gryffindor."
"Even more of a reason for me to be sorted into Slytherin. Just one more way for me to be different." With that, she stuck her tongue out at him and skipped out of the room.