Disclaimer: I own nothing except Ari! The wonderful J.K. Rowling does! I only want RON! Is that so much to ask?
Chapter 4
"Maybe you should sit down dear?" Aunt Molly said. I hadn't noticed I was standing as rigid as a pole while watching the dishes wash themselves.
"Yeah…" I mumbled. I took a seat next to George, and looked at Aunt Molly.
"So? You can do magic tricks?"I tried to ask jokingly, but my voice cracked and my mind was racing. Aunt Molly looked at me with sympathy, and then began.
"No sweetheart, we don't do magic tricks. Our family, are witches and wizards. We use our wands to perform simple and sometimes extraordinary magic. We can turn turtles into snuffboxes, and defend ourselves from dark creatures. Are you saying you knew absolutely nothing about this? You aren't magical at all?" Aunt Molly asked disbelievingly. I looked around the table. Everyone was staring at me, and I was starting to feel a little awkward. Actually very awkward…
"I…I can't do 'magic' I mean there's other things I can do, but I'm pretty sure it's all in my head, which is why I got sent to the h—"
"Do those 'other things' include making the door slam shut?" Harry asked accusingly. I turned red.
"Yeah about that, I was planning to apologize after breakfast. I just…I had a bad night, and well, I got angry…But not at you! Or GinGin! I was just, I had a bad dream and then, coming back to all of this is kind of hard, so I just freaked, and I'm REALLY sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you or anything…" Once again I had started rambling. Harry and GinGin looked like they accepted my apology and probably weren't even mad, more than confused; while the rest of the table (minus Aunt Molly and Hermione) were looking at me with their mouths and eyes wide open in shock.
"You made the door slam? B-bb-but how! You yourself said you weren't a witch! And you don't even have a wand!" Ron sputtered
"I have my own powers you know!" I exclaimed quickly, and then realizing what I had said, I shut my mouth and looked down.
"Powers? What kind of powers do you have? If you don't mind me asking?"Hermione surprisingly asked gingerly. Could I trust them not to send me away? Or to another home? I guess I should, I mean they must be as crazy as me, thinking they can do magic… I lifted my head and sighed.
"I…I can see things, about people. If I touch your skin with my bare hands I can see your life, and your death" there was a sharp intake of breath from everyone in the kitchen. "That's why I was screaming this morning, I had a dream about the first time it happened." I proceeded to tell them about my dream, and I could tell they didn't believe me so I decided to tell them another story.
"One time, I was babysitting this newborn baby girl. Couldn't have been more than a month old. I was taking her out of the bath when I realized I wasn't wearing my gloves. Suddenly I was in a hospital room, and I saw the little girl. She was really small, like she had been born premature or something like that; but she was really cute… Anyways, her parents walked in, and the scene changed. I was in their house; I looked around and saw the mother filling up the tub. She wasn't paying attention, and the water was rising quickly, by the time she had turned off the water it was scorching hot and overflowing. The little girl was in there, her mother forgot she was in there. She didn't even hear her crying, but I did and I couldn't do anything! That happened about a week after I had babysat. It was in the papers, and on the news. I felt so sick with myself. I got home and didn't realize that my room had been trashed. By me, I was so mad at myself that I hadn't realized what I was doing. My mom had walked in and saw everything, she thought I had a poltergeist, but it was just a new power. She took me to the home, and visited me every weekend; but it was awful there. I couldn't wait to leave. I was out for two years until ya'll came and got me." Everyone looked at each other, then at me.
"So…I for one think that's amazing!" Hermoine said. "I mean not the fact that the baby died or anything, just the extent of your abilities! They sound fascinating!" I smiled
**…**
It had been about a week after "The Talk" and everyone was pretty chill about it. After more than a few questions from Ron and Harry, everything was pretty normal. I really liked life at the Burrow, we did everything big and important (like meals) together, like a family. I don't remember why, but I know I'd really missed this. Everything felt great, and I could be as lazy as I wanted, because I could use my powers without hesitation, it was pretty awesome!
Yeah I'm lazy, got a problem with that?
Actually yes, lazy people get fat. Do you want to be fat?
Um…I guess not…..
Good! Now get working out!
Wait, wait, wait! Fat people aren't fat! They're "fiercely real"! What are you talking about alter ego?
Great, another conversation between me and me. The good thing is, I always win…
**…**
About two weeks before August was over, I went to talk to Uncle Art and Aunt Molly about getting home.
"Hey guys! I just wanted you to know that my school starts on August 30th and I still need to get home for Orientation and buying my books and stuff, so I was wondering when you could take me home?" Aunt Molly and Uncle looked at each other questioningly and turned to me cautiously.
"Um Ari, honey, you're not going to that school, you're going to Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts?" I asked, completely confused.
"Yes, The Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. It's a wonderful school, Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and the Twins all go there, and they love it. We were actually planning on going shopping for school supplies tomorrow, and were planning on bringing you—" I cut her off.
"What do you mean 'You're going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry'? I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I'm clearly not a Witch, or a Wizard for that matter. Why would I go there?"
"Well, we've already spoken to the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore and he's granted you permission to attend like every other student. School starts on September 1st and you'll be taking a train with everyone. I'm sure it'll be fun!"
"Um…Aunt Molly, I've noticed that to be a witch, you need a wand and stuff. I don't have one, so how could I go to school without one?"
"Oh don't worry dear! The teacher's know all about you! They know you're not exactly magical, but you can still attend classes and demonstrations! Everything will be fine!"
"This is exactly why I shouldn't be going to this school! I'm not magical. Going to a school for magical kids, when you aren't a magical kid is like….going to a football game, thinking it's a soccer game! It doesn't make sense! I can't go there! I have to go back home Aunt Molly! Uncle Art tell her, please."
"I'm sorry Arianya, but I stand by your Aunt on this one. We can even take you to Olivander's to get you a wand if you want! Maybe you have magical powers that just haven't bloomed yet!" He said hopefully. Yeah right, I thought, I'm anything but a late bloomer, I was eleven when I got my period, and now I was fourteen with C-cups. Late bloomer my ass.
"Uncle Art, I really don't think that's the case" I deadpanned. Still he looked at me and said sternly
"You'll be attending Hogwarts Arianya. There's no way around it." I stood for a moment shocked. My Uncle had never spoken to me that way, like he was my…my father or something.
A/N: Little bit intense in the beginning. But balanced it out with a bit of fluff I hope…Reviews of all kind are welcome!
P.S. Arthur is not Ari's father! Just letting you know!