Author's Note: Here's another chapter for everyone! I'd like to thank Aalyrial for being a loyal fan/reviewer! Always glad to see you enjoy the story.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the storyline and my characters. Harry Potter's world is J.K. Rowling's, the song lyrics in here belong to Aqua Timez.

song of chapter: Garnet by Aqua Timez. The lyrics are used as a poem here in this chapter


It was now winter break and though her term had started very hectic, things now had mellowed out. Auxiliadora was buzzing around the kitchen with her mother, helping her bake Christmas cookies while her brother threw enchanted paper airplanes at her. Admeta just shook her head, the ghost of a smile forming on her lips as she watched her siblings. Their happy moment was broken when a brown owl with the brightest golden eyes pecked at the window. With a warm smile, Auxiliadora opened the window.

"Who sent you a letter?" asked Amadore with a sly grin on his face. Admeta sighed while Beatrice chuckled warmly at her children. "I won't know until I open it now won't I?" teased Auxiliadora as she stuck her tongue out at her brother. He groaned and huffed with a tiny smirk. Opening the letter, she squealed in happiness as she turned to her family. "It's from Christoph!" she exclaimed, loud enough to draw the attention of their House Elf, Holly. A warm smile formed on the House Elf. "Master Christoph? Why it has been so long since he's been here" she said. "Yes it has. What brings him to write?" asked Beatrice.

"Just a conversation. Nothing important" said Auxiliadora as she rushed off to reply. Her and Christoph had been close friends since she was two years old and he was four. He acted like another brother to, protecting her whenever Amadore couldn't. His family, having moved from Germany before he was born, still held their thick accent and he by default held the same accent. As she laid upon her bed, she pulled out a quill and some parchment before reading the message.

'Dearest Lia,

I know that it has been quite some time since we have last spoken, but I wanted to let you know that I do still think about you. We were good friends and I hope that you can forgive me for not writing or speaking to you sooner. That was my mistake. All is well with you I take it? I do not want to have to hurt other people who have tried to hurt you. I await your response.

Your friend,

Christoph'

Her smile widened as she thought back to all the times he had to defend her from the bullies. It warmed her heart to think of the fact that he never forgot her, that he still treasured her friendship. With a laugh, she wrote down her response and then gave it to the beautiful owl beside her. "Nox, take it to this address" she said, pointing to the address on the envelope from Christoph. Nox gave a hoot in response before flying out in the sky.

He was sitting in his room at the orphanage, not wanting to admit to himself that he was awaiting her letter. No, Tom Riddle wasn't waiting for her response. He merely didn't wish to deal with those children. He had just begun to delve into his thoughts when an unfamiliar owl came to his window. Something about it made him conclude that it was in fact Auxiliadora's owl. Grasping the letter in his hand, he tried to fight back the smile that her response evoked from him, though he knew she thought she was talking to her long lost friend.

'Dearest Christoph,

You're right, it has been some time! I would sure hope you still think about me, otherwise I'm going to have to beat you up whenever I see you next. I forgive you, you know I could never stay mad at you. Everything is going well with me, well minus a few things. You see, there's this boy at Hogwarts...his name is Tom Riddle. My friends avoid him, they think something's wrong with him. But he hasn't hurt me before, he was a good friend of mine back in our first year. Then he did something that made me revoke our friendship. We haven't spoken since. I won't lie to you, but I do think about him a lot. I wonder how he's doing, I sneak glances at him in school. He's grown up from that adorable yet closed off little boy to being this handsome teenager. He has an air around him that keeps all those away from him, but my heart calls out to him. I want to be around him. I would tell you what the exact reason was for our falling out, but I can't do that to him. I don't want to throw his trust away.

I hope you respond soon!

Lia'

Tom was floored when he read that letter. Everything he had ever learned from other people's behaviors was being proven wrong here. She wouldn't betray his trust, she still cared, she wanted to talk to him. Briefly he thought back to the other children's taunts, their cruel remarks, but he shook his head. His mind and his heart were at war with each other and he hated that he had to try to calm himself down. Picking up a quill and parchment, he wrote back to her.

She sat by her window, waiting for his response. It had been so long since he last wrote to her, so she was relieved to hear from him. She had always had a crush on him, but he never saw her as anything more than a little sister. Even when his relationships had gone down the drain, and though she prayed that one day he'd see her in the light she had seen him in, he never did. And she accepted that fact, going back to living her life and blocking off the hurt. Nox had returned and dropped off her letter, causing her to jump off the window sill and grab her quill and parchment.

' Dearest Lia,

I do not doubt that you could beat me up, at least if we were fighting hand to hand. I do believe that with magic I would win. This boy must have been foolish if he did something to lose a friend. Perhaps he does not know how to make friends? Or perhaps he has only known cruelties from the world? Either way, I'm sure that he'll make amends. And I'm sure, if he could read this, that he'd appreciate your loyalty. You sound like you are his first and only friend, I suppose that he is sorry. Maybe you should try talking to him soon? And what is this, do I detect a hint of a crush on this Riddle boy?

Your friend,

Christoph'

With a laugh, she flushed red before muttering curses under her breath at Christoph. He could always read her like an open book, she supposed that was what happened when someone practically grew up with another. Something about his letter put her on alert, it did not sound like the always joking Christoph she was used to. Even the fact that he had written his address, which she knew wasn't his true address, nor had he moved had made her suspicious. Her heart had chimed in that maybe it was Tom, but her brain quelled that theory. Writing her response, she gave it to Nox and he flew off again.

This time, he wasn't as anxious for the letter. Sitting on his bed, he began to read as he knew she'd keep responding so long as he kept sending letters. The other kids were eating dinner, but Tom felt that he wasn't hungry for the gruel they called food. It was times like these that he wished he could stay at Hogwarts, never having to return to this place. The owl tapped on the window, getting his attention as he got up to get the letter.

'Under the big tree that wrapped up by wind

I sing a dream

Looking for a four-leaf clover

alone I walked in the time's dream

Inner part of my chest flickered

only loneliness illuminated the road

I got tired of waiting for the light

and always, only that illuminated the road

A meeting with you, I've understood

we shared the night one-by-one

we couldn't use words to communicate

in our hearts we hid the loneliness

while keep bluffing you gently stroke this lips

finally I'm able to be myself

The unheard song, the spilled tears

the sky and the earth is taking those all

a person is "one person" but

until I meet again with you

I'll keep believing and living, forever

The way I am now

I conceal the weakness from not having a courage

to love people

My real self almost becomes invisible

I keep running till the distant place

The blueness inside the picture has been torn off

I attached it into my own sky

because I wanted a bluer sky

So I pray for everyone to be together

Wouldn't this smile be formed, and

would it overflow from the depths of heart?

Wouldn't I feel thankful, and

would it naturally break out?

out of people too, if more happiness is different

it felt unnoticed

Comparing the impossibilities of making a comparison

attached chains in body

I peek through the lens from when I cried over the pain

in the distant side

cherished the surpassing things only

When searching I was thinking

a human is such a living thing which is full of faults

with no reason to be loved

I searched for myself

I've made a little mistake

It couldn't continue as it was

while trying to drift about

I always finally chose to be "one person"

from the smile also the delight inside the contact

things continue to bloom all over

If a place without pain such as this exists as well

so that I could run away from facing each other

Laying the eyes in the whole thing

under these eyelids I sketched a perfect world but

beyond the flicker

at time when I searched for love

a drop of prayers spilt

With a fragile thumb, you who were full of pain

wiped me in return

Under the big tree that wrapped up by wind

I was together with you

quietly I dropped a kiss

to the soft eyelids of the sleeping you

Lia'

Tom rose an eyebrow as he read her poem. The context of this poem did not make sense to their conversation, it was irrelevant but his heart tugged at his chest. It was nagging him to think that this poem was to him and that nagging feeling was making him angry. But something about the poem made him keep it, as he pocketed the parchment and shooed off the owl. Things were becoming complicated but he couldn't bring himself to reveal himself to her. The fact that he had become so much of a coward drove him insane, he wouldn't stand for it. He had to assert himself before anyone spotted this newly acquired weakness. Taking one more glance at the poem, he hid it in one of his school books even though he knew the other students would never dare to invade his room, even if he was sleeping. Laying down, he cast a look up at the night sky before closing his eyes.

As Nox returned, Auxiliadora smiled as she stroked his silky feathers. "So did Tom get it?" she asked the owl softly. She had received a hoot as a response as Nox gently nibbled on her finger. "I knew it wasn't Christoph. Call it my intuition, but I think it was Tom who was writing to me. Why? I may never know, but judging by his letter, he sounds like he's doing alright" she muttered softly as the owl hooted again. "I just want us to be friends again" she said before she laid down, casting one more happy glance at the moon before falling asleep as a shooting star cut through the dark sky.


Author's Note: Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!