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I just started watching it a little bit ago and I'm on the tenth episode. I haven't touch the manga just yet, but I love Uta! This is a little idea that popped in my head and wouldn't leave my mind. So I've decided to write it out in order to clear my mind. If it's bad, I'm sorry.
When she woke up again, Aria was thoroughly unamused and inwardly seething. Oh those two bastards were going to pay! Growling softly as she sat up, Aria looked around herself and grimaced at the fact she was back in that damnable cupboard. After spending three almost four years away from this thing, Aria was less than pleased to be back. Frowning, Aria wondered why the hell she kept getting dragged back to this god forsaken place and why that old man wouldn't leave her alone. What did he mention before? A letter? What did he mean by a letter?
'Magic was real' came rolling through her mind as she followed the huge man, Hagrid, through the rather crowded wizarding market. Diagon Alley reminded her of the busier parts of Tokyo albeit medieval and far less clean. Aria looked at the various things on sale and the people buying them while absentmindedly paying attention to Hagrid talking. When the reach the bank, Aria could only stare blankly at the goblins guarding the entrance. They were uglier than some of the masks she'd seen ghouls using and that was saying something considering how hideous those things were. Inwardly shaking her head, Aria followed Hagrid into the bank while eyeing the poem on the wall. A challenge if she ever saw one, but Aria wouldn't take it if Hagrid was to be believed and her parents left her money. It would seem that she'd have a lot to tell Uta the next time she managed to escape.
The thought of having to rely on a thin stick to use magic left a bad taste in her mouth. Admittedly, she did like her wand even if the man that gave it to her was a bit creepy. She was amused to learn that her wand had a piece of a bikaku kagune for a core. Hagrid had been more than a little pale when Olivander told him that it was something that came from a ghoul. When Hagrid had suggested taking her 'home', Aria had told him he should finish his job and that she could return to the Dursleys without any assistance. With a shrug, the giant man had left her be. While Aria would head back if only to keep the old man from being suspicious of her, Aria wanted to check out something she'd seen during their trip to the writing supply store. The person at the counter looked at her curiously, "Can I help you, little miss?"
"I saw something earlier and wished to know more about it," Aria smiled up at the woman.
"And what item was that?" The woman asked while smiling softly.
Aria mentally snorted at how easy it was to manipulate adults and thanked Uta for helping her figure that out. She pointed to the display of journals and asked, "Could you tell me what they can do?"
"They're two way journals," The woman explained while coming around the counter to pick one up and show it to her, "They work like two-way mirrors," The woman noticed the confusion on Aria's face and explained, "Two-way mirrors allow people to talk to one another so long as they hold the connected mirror. Of course, the journals only allow for on connection rather than the multiple that the mirrors can have,"
Aria brightened and asked, "Would they work if one was in Japan?"
The woman shook her head, "No, or at least, not these ones. Why do you ask?"
Aria had wilted slightly before brightening, "I have a friend in Japan that I want to keep talking to. Since I'm going to Hogwarts, I can't exactly contact them very easily."
The woman smiled and walked back behind the counter, "If you could wait a few seconds, I can grab a pair of our international journals for you."
"Of course," Aria mentally grinned.
As soon as she got the journals and paid for them, Aria left the store and headed to the mail place she'd seen before. While she now had an owl, Aria wouldn't be using her for this. It wasn't that she didn't trust the owl, but Aria had a feeling that the white feathered beauty wouldn't survive the flight. Thirty minutes later, Aria left the mail place twenty galleons and some change lighter. With that done, Aria started her return to the Dursleys while mentally hoping that Uta would get the package.
Uta had destroyed the apartment they'd been using as a hideout after finding Aria's note. As a result, Uta had needed to move once more which was a pain in the ass without Aria helping him. A week and a few days after Aria had been kidnapped, Uta got the surprise of a lifetime when an owl swooped in carrying a package. Uta stared at it as the owl stared right back. After taking the package, the owl took off and left Uta to stare at the heavy package. Uta finally opened it after a few hours and found a thick leather bound journal inside. Feeling curious, Uta opened up the journal and found Aria's familiar handwriting:
Uta,
Write something.
Aria.
Frowning, Uta grabbed one of the nearby pens and wrote down:
Eyes are the best part of the body to eat.
Uta's eyes widen as the journal glowed and words written in Aria's handwriting appeared:
I should've known that's what you would write. Nice to see you haven't changed, U.
Uta blinked before writing:
Aria?
The glow appeared and Uta found himself smiling as confusion ran through him.
Yup! Guess what, magic is real, I'm a witch, and my parents were actually murdered by someone trying to kill a baby.
Uta stared at the words before writing:
Explain slowly.
Aria sat in the car as Vernon drove them to London for some reason that she didn't even bother to pay attention to. Aria in a perpetual state of happiness after finally getting a response from Uta's journal. Over the last few days, Aria had relayed everything she knew about magic while Uta kept her up to date on what was happening in Tokyo. She was somewhat worried as the doves seemed to be cracking down on the 4th ward which meant Uta was in danger. While he was pretty powerful for a young ghoul, Uta would still have trouble with the doves. Aria was snapped out of her thoughts by the car jerking harshly as Petunia screamed. Seconds later, a loud crashing sound echoed through the air and pain seemed to fill her as something warm splattered across her face. The last thing Aria saw before unconsciousness took her was the sight of Petunia being speared through the chest by a large piece of glass.
End.
