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Arielle Bones groggily pushed her hair out of her eyes, sitting up. Why was she here sleeping in this musty, old room? Then last night flashbacked and Arielle flopped back into bed, groaning.
"Shhh," mumbled a voice. "It's only 7 in the morning." Arielle whipped her head towards the voice, clutching her wand from under her pillow, and saw the dark outline of her mother sleeping on the other bed.
"Sorry," whispered Arielle shakily. She was sleeping right next to her deceased mum. The witch slipped out of bed, got ready, and headed downstairs for some breakfast.
"Morning," smiled Remus kindly, offering her a cup of hot chocolate.
"Thanks," Arielle gulped the steaming warmth gratefully. "Just like Molly's," she sighed blissfully.
"Molly?" the intelligent wizard tilted his head. "You mean Molly Prewett?"
Arielle shook her head. "No, Molly Weasley," and then cursed herself at her slip of the tongue.
"Molly and Arthur get married, huh?" Arielle nodded meekly.
"Morning," yawned a familiar metamorphmagus, clomping down the stairs. Remus's grip on his mug tightened, but didn't say anything.
"Hey Teddy," Arielle slid a mug of hot chocolate to her best friend.
"Hot chocolate," grinned Teddy broadly, rushing towards the mug, knocking over the hot chocolate and a chair onto himself in the process Arielle rolled her eyes fondly, and Remus looked...concerned.
"Are you okay?" Remus asked worriedly, and then a flicker of surprise closed his mouth. Arielle inwardly smiled at the wizard's fatherly instincts.
"Yeah, I'm pretty clumsy," Teddy scratched the back of his head sheepishly, the ends of his hair turning pink with embarrassment. The older Lupin ducked his head almost shyly.
Arielle waved her wand, cleaning the mess. The witch stood up, "I'll go check on Orion. Make sure he doesn't do anything...Orion like." Teddy thanked Arielle gratefully with his amber eyes.
The daughter of Kaleb Bones and Aria Moody hurried up the stairs, giving the Lupin men some father-son privacy.
"Orion!" the twenty one year old witch, called, following the loud, thundering snores. Shaking her head fondly, Arielle opened the door softly. To her surprise, it wasn't Orion. It was Orion's father. Sirius Black.
Arielle was about to inch out of the room, when Sirius groggily sat up, yawning. He spotted Arielle Bones and gave his infamous smirk, running his hands through his shaggy hair.
"Hey sweetheart," he drawled lazily. Arielle raised her eyebrows. Orion really was a mini clone of his father.
"Hey," she offered a smile. "Mr. Black."
"Mr. Black?" Sirius let out a bark of laughter.
"In my time, you're an old man," smirked Arielle, cautiously making sure she didn't make anymore slip ups.
"That's right, you're from the future," he nodded disbelievingly.
The two came down for breakfast, laughing and talking.
Everyone else was seated at the counter, chatting comfortably. Orion grinned at his girlfriend, and she plopped down next to him. "He reminds me a lot of my boyfriend," Arielle smiled.
Orion glanced at his father over his porridge. "He does, huh?" he asked, a wistful expression flickering on his handsome face.
"You should go talk to him, connect with your parents. This is a chance of a lifetime," smiled Arielle.
"What about you?" asked Orion softly, bending to meet her gaze. "You've wanted to meet your mother ever since."
Arielle sighed. "I don't know Orion. I barely know her, and I've always wanted to at least see her. Now she's here, young and alive, and it's been my lifelong dream, but now…" the twenty one year old witch paused, "I don't know."
"We all don't know," agreed the wizard by her side. "We've all gone through the grief of our deceased parents and somehow, miraculously, we end up in the past, in the same room as them."
The two sat in silence, watching the dead laugh and chat over breakfast.
"What's that?" asked a voice over Arielle's voice. She jumped, her light ash blonde hair swishing.
"It's just a picture," she shrugged, turning around, and all the breath escaped her lungs. It was Aria Moody-Bones. Her mother. Right there.
"Just a picture," Arielle repeated, trying to grasp her thoughts. "We always have a family reunion picture every year. We took this one a while ago. Teddy's, Orion's, and my first year at Hogwarts at that time."
The entire Weasley clan was grinning and waving at her. Not all the grandchildren were born at the time yet though. Lily, Hugo, and Lucy were still in their mother's stomachs.
"You have one big family," laughed the older witch next to her. Arielle nodded, a wave of homesickness washing over her.
"I'm not related to the Weasley's in any way, but we're all family," she hugged her soft, silver Weasley jumper closer.
"That's wonderful," smiled Aria, and Arielle realized why her dad always was saying she was so much like her mother. She really was a mini clone of Aria Bones.
"Why are you sleeping over here?" asked Arielle, and promptly mentally slapped herself. "Sorry, that sounded so rude. I meant that I had noticed you in the other bed and was wondering why," babbled Arielle. She always babbled when she was nervous or stressed out.
Talking to her mother was on that list.
"It's fine," laughed Aria. "Actually, I was going to help Sirius clean out his house. He just moved in and I guess as his girlfriend, it's my job description to help," she shrugged.
Arielle choked. "Girlfriend?" the witch managed to croak out. Aria blushed.
"Yeah, we've been dating for about a year. The longest relationship we've both ever been in." Aria sighed contently, her dark eyes soft and warm.
Arielle just stared, her mind racing. Dating? Girlfriend? Her mom and Orion's dad? She expected her parents to have dated before they got together and married, but she never thought...that...they would have…. her mother and Sirius Black?
"Sorry," Arielle stammered, finding her voice after a few seconds of awkward silence. "Got to go to the bathroom."
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