So here's the long awaited Chapter 4 and the Ridley/? Harry Potter Crossover Romance… Enjoy!
Chapter 4
March 2006
Lena's POV
You did what?! Lena kelted to Ridley during her Spanish class, Gramma's gonna kill you!
But it was so worth it, cuz! Ridley replied back.
Sometimes Lena admired Ridley's audacity but this time Lena could only worry about the amount of trouble her cousin would be in when she got home. Ridley had recently turned 14 and it seemed that as every year she got older the more her powers developed. Ridley was a siren- she was able to control people, especially boys.
Ew! Lena answered disgusted as her cousin kelted an image into Lena's mind. In Lena's opinion, Ridley had the worst taste in men, and that was saying something considering Lena was only nine. Lena hoped she wasn't like Ridley when she was a teen. She heard some of the words the older girls used to describe her cousin, the kind of words you didn't use unless you wanted a good hiding from Gramma or Uncle Macon.
Come to think of it…
R, is Uncle M visiting for Ostara? Lena asked. Ostara was the spring equinox Caster festival, and one of Lena's favourite holidays.
Who knows, it's not like I'm going to be there, Ridley replied, or like anyone will miss me, apart from you cuz.
That's not true, Gramma and Uncle Macon love you loads, Lena replied. She didn't mention Ridley's mom, her Aunt Del, she treated Ridley like she'd already been claimed for the Dark.
Whatever, did I tell you that Regulus' family celebrate Ostara too?
Yeah, a few billion times.
Regulus was Ridley's new infatuation. She swore blind they were meant to be together and maybe they were. Ridley had only ever dated mortal boys before for a few weeks before moving on to the next one but Ridley and Regulus had been together for nearly three months now. Maybe it was because the Blacks were one of the oldest Caster families known to anyone, even older than the Duchannes family.
Lena had only met Regulus once and he had seemed cold and distant to her, like his mind was on something else. He was a year older than Ridley and went to a high school in England, a Caster high school called Hogwarts.
Lena wished that Uncle Macon and Gramma would let her go to a Caster high school when she was old enough but she knew they'd rather have her home schooled. It was hard enough convincing them to let her attend a mortal school.
So you remember the plan? Ridley kelted.
Yup.
Ridley was going to get into so much trouble.
Macon's POV
Macon hated using public transport but it wasn't possible to travel from one continent to another. Why had his mother chosen to live in Barbados? Why not live closer to home?
A voice sounded in his head, there's only two kinds of people in Gaitlin, the ones to afraid to leave and the ones too stuck to move.
Lila was right. His mother wasn't one of those people.
He got off the aeroplane and saw the small congregation waiting next the airport luggage machine. Lena waved erratically as she saw her Uncle. Ridley stood grumpily, leaning again a white washed wall, not bothering to acknowledge her uncle's arrival.
As soon as Macon got through customs, Lena ran into his arms.
"I missed you," Macon said, laughing, "Haven't you grown?"
Lena stood with her hands on her hips, her face serious.
"You know old people say that; you aren't getting old are you?"
Macon laughed messing up his niece's soft black curly hair.
"Now that's enough, Lena, dear," Del said in usual flustered way, wearing gods knows what on her head, "Your uncle doesn't need silly questions like that."
Lena poked her tongue out in response.
Lena and Macon walked hand in hand to the Rolls Royce waiting outside the airport entrance.
"Did you miss me, Uncle Macon?" Ridley asked.
"Oh course, I did," Macon replied astounded that his niece would doubt such a thing.
Ridley looked away. It was clear she'd been the black sheep of the family for too long.
Lena's POV
"Ridley's not feeling too well," Lena said as she sat next to her Uncle Macon at the dinner table.
Kitchen had provided them with a grand feast, peacocks, turkeys and plates full of all manner of things. It was shame Ridley was missing this all for one boy.
"Well, I'm sure she'll join us when she's ready," Gramma replied, "Better not let good food go to waste."
After they all said the Caster version of grace, the feast began. In some ways Lena was relieved that her cousin wasn't there. No one to cause arguments or to blow the whole dining room apart when she didn't get her own way. It seemed oddly peaceful.
Every now and then Lena would pass a chicken drumstick to Boo who would chomp on it happily even though his own china plate was full of them already. Ryan, Lena's two and a half year old cousin, also dropped food onto the floor from her high chair.
"Boo, Boo, Boo," the toddler sung repeated as more and more food landed on Boo's plate and the surrounding floor.
"So I've heard you made the cheerleading team?" Aunt Del asked.
"Yes," Lena replied, "The Golden Eagles."
"Well done," Uncle Macon replied beaming with pride.
"I don't know why you're so obsessed with such mortal things," her aunt replied, "Should be studying herbology or something useful like that."
"Maybe you should follow your own advice, Del" Uncle Macon answered, "Personally I find herbology even duller than that awful Gaitlin paper the Stars and Stripes, and that is saying something. Let the girls have their fun whilst their still young enough to enjoy life."
Lena beamed with happiness at her uncle's response.
Ridley's POV
They stood under the broken street light next to metal gates of the local park.
His hands were on waist and hers were locked around his neck as he bent down to kiss her on the lips.
They kissed for a minute before pulling apart as they attempted to catch their breath.
This was far better than a crumby old Caster feast with a bunch of old relatives who couldn't give a monkey's ass about whether she was there or not.
They kissed again this time even more passionately.
I love you, Ridley kelted, even more than you could ever imagine.
I love you, beyond words; Regulus replied before pulling something out of the pocket of his jacket, I want you to have this.
It was a silver locket, with an emerald snake in the shape of an S on the front of it.