"Hurry up Via! I don't want to be late. Fred and George will be waiting!" The familiar voice of Riya rang through our new house. Sometimes I wondered why I volunteered to be her guardian. I lacked enough sleep as it was.
"I'm coming brat! I wouldn't want you to be late meeting your boyfriends would I?"
"Haha, you're hilarious," she bit back dryly, as I emerged from my workshop. Somehow we managed to make the living arrangements work, although that probably had something to do with the fact that I only saw her three months out of the year.
"I don't want to be late either, you know," I reminded her. Riya grinned linking her arms through mine. "Harry is eleven now. I'll get to see him again after so long."
It had been three years and a day since we had met. We were very close. She had told me what was troubling her that day in the wand shop. She had spent her life in and out of muggle foster houses, before she finally ran away, but Ollivander had mentioned her father. The day we met Riya made me a promise, but secretly I made one of my own. I would take care of this slip of a girl. So here I was, only twenty, and raising a teenager. In my spare time I was looking into her past. I hadn't found anything, but I would, I was certain.
Riya was thirteen now. She was tall and thin, and had this aura of playfulness around her. She was graceful and fast, developed from experience pranking, and running from teachers. I was very proud of her; keeping the grades I insisted she had, pranking, and being co-commentator of the quidditch games was not easy, especially when she never knew if her wand was going to work. The girl was brilliant, especially at transfiguration. The only thing she needed help at was potions. But her friends Fred and George were actually good at potions.
I was snapped out of my dream world by Riya. Literally, she was snapping her fingers in front of my face. "So, now that you're back, how are we getting to the Burrow?"
"Do you want to apparate?" I asked.
"Yeah, I really don't want soot on my robes this year." I rolled my eyes and offered her my arm.
We arrived at the Burrow to see a flurry of action. Riya rushed up to annoy Percy with the twins, while I said hello, and goodbye, to Arthur who was headed into work. Molly pulled me to the table and ordered me to eat up. I had no complaints. Mrs. Weasley could cook. She gave me lessons sometimes, but I couldn't match her.
Ginny, the youngest redhead, and Ron, who was starting his first year, were sitting at the table already. Ron was stuffing his face as usual, and Ginny was sulking. I knew why she was upset, she was only a year away from Hogwarts. Percy came down the stairs. I nodded politely to him, as my mouth was currently full of pancakes. The twins and Riya were the last down. Riya plopped down next to Ginny. She really seemed to like the young girl, had taken her under her wing so to speak. I rolled my eyes as Fred and George argued over who would sit next to Riya. It seemed some things would never change.
Soon enough, everyone had eaten, and we were piled into the Weasley's car. My mind drifted as we travelled to London. I hadn't seen Harry in ten years. I had just turned ten, and Harry was only one year old. he wouldn't remember me.
We reached King's Cross without much time to spare. We weren't late, thank goodness, but we had to hurry. I wasn't really paying attention to the conversation. Percy, Fred and, George had already entered the platform, when Riya pulled my attention to a young black haired boy. He had approached Mrs. Weasley, and was hesitantly asking how to get onto the platform. I didn't hear her response, I was too shell shocked. Standing here in front of me was my only kin. I froze. Harry and the rest of the Weasleys were already through the wall when Riya guided me onto the platform. She spotted the twins and ran over.
It wasn't long until she returned, hauling the confused eleven year old with him. "Harry James Potter," she announced ignoring his surprised look, "I would like to formally introduce you to Olivia Gemini Potter, your aunt."
"Call me Via," I responded instantly, before breaking down into inaudible sobs. Harry shot a confused look to Riya who nodded.
Riya slapped the back of my head. "Get yourself together before you scare him off," she ordered.
"I'm sorry," I replied, regaining my composure. "You probably don't remember me. James was my big brother. I lived with him until…" I trailed off. "I haven't seen you in ten years, and you have the Potter looks. I'm just emotional."
Harry looked stunned. His eyes were wide. "You're my aunt?" I nodded. "I didn't know about you," he muttered, looking down.
"May I write you while you're at Hogwarts? I could tell you about your parents if you like."
Harry shocked me with his reply. He reached out and hugged me. "Yeah, you can write," he whispered.
"Thank you." I clutched him to me for a moment. "You better go," I murmured, "The train will be leaving soon." Harry let go, and I watched him board the train, before I turned to Riya. "Promise to look after him?" I asked.
"Of course!" she replied.
"Look after yourself too!" I called as she got onto the train. Soon enough, the scarlet train pulled out of the station. I waved goodbye to Mrs. Weasley and Ginny before apparating out to my first job of the day.
