~sonrisa means smile, by the way~
~~*~*~*~~
It had been a week since Sirius had appeared at Harry's window on a broomstick. Dudley was away at some fat-kid camp, and the Dursleys wouldn't suspect anything as long as Harry stayed in his room and kept quiet.
Aerin was recooperating, and was actually recovering quite quickly. She said she'd had experience in the matter, and Harry didn't press her.
In those long, hot summer days, Harry and Aerin talked and talked, sharing their own depressing pasts.
"So... are you going to Hogwarts or some other wizard school? You're old enough, right?"
"Yeah, I would have gone to Hogwarts if things hadn't... turned out wrong... I think I'm going this year, though. I've been homeschooled. It'll be tough, but I'll get through somehow."
"Why didn't you go the first year?"
"Okay, be patient- here is the long, tedious story of my tragic life. You ready?"
Harry adjusted the pillow he was sitting on.
"Ready as ever."
"Okay, keep tabs on these Kleenex here, too. I think you'll need them..."
Harry threw the pillow at her.
"Oh, get on with it!"
There was a deep, husky shout from the bottom of the stairs.
"TALKING TO YOURSELF, BOY?!"
Harry sighed and banged his head against the wall. Very softly.
"Uhm... well- I guess I'll whisper then..."
Harry gave her a look.
"Here we go- five years back, I guess I was eleven or something, because it was the summer before I was to start Hogwarts. I was so excited. My dad was an Auror, and he was away on busniess a lot, but we still got to see him."
"We?"
"Don't interrupt. We- my mum, Alicia Sagalia, baby brother, Darye, five years old and -oh, so cute- freckles and blonde hair... *sigh* My mom was pregnant with my baby sister, Aeriel."
"What happened??"
"Well, since my dad was an Auror, the Death Eaters came."
Harry's face drained of color and he looked towards Aerin in sympathy.
"And you were -how old?-"
"I was eleven. My dad was away on business, but the Death Eaters still came. There were convinced that he was in the house, and they ransacked it and interrogated us, used the Cruciatus Curse. In the end..."
Harry had had his head in his hands. He didn't like to think about Voldemort's evil doings.
"Shall I go on?"
Harry lifted his head and pulled on a grim smile, inwardly regretting his bravado. He didn't want to hear anymore.
"Yeah."
"Well, they... murdered my mum, brother, and unborn sister. I ran like hell outta there, and none of them caught me. My dad got the news and whisked me away into hiding."
"But Voldemort was dead!"
"Yeah, but that bastard, Malfoy- he kept looking for us, and we couldn't easil avoid his spies. And finally, our secret keeper spilled, and that's how I'm in my current predicament."
"But what I don't ge-"
All of a sudden there was a loud boom, like a magnified thunderclap, and it resonated through both of them. Both Harry and Aering were seized by panic and terror. Their pasts betrayed them- this wasn't the situation they most liked.
"What- what WAS that??!"
"I.. don't know..."
~~*~*~*~~
It had been a week since Sirius had appeared at Harry's window on a broomstick. Dudley was away at some fat-kid camp, and the Dursleys wouldn't suspect anything as long as Harry stayed in his room and kept quiet.
Aerin was recooperating, and was actually recovering quite quickly. She said she'd had experience in the matter, and Harry didn't press her.
In those long, hot summer days, Harry and Aerin talked and talked, sharing their own depressing pasts.
"So... are you going to Hogwarts or some other wizard school? You're old enough, right?"
"Yeah, I would have gone to Hogwarts if things hadn't... turned out wrong... I think I'm going this year, though. I've been homeschooled. It'll be tough, but I'll get through somehow."
"Why didn't you go the first year?"
"Okay, be patient- here is the long, tedious story of my tragic life. You ready?"
Harry adjusted the pillow he was sitting on.
"Ready as ever."
"Okay, keep tabs on these Kleenex here, too. I think you'll need them..."
Harry threw the pillow at her.
"Oh, get on with it!"
There was a deep, husky shout from the bottom of the stairs.
"TALKING TO YOURSELF, BOY?!"
Harry sighed and banged his head against the wall. Very softly.
"Uhm... well- I guess I'll whisper then..."
Harry gave her a look.
"Here we go- five years back, I guess I was eleven or something, because it was the summer before I was to start Hogwarts. I was so excited. My dad was an Auror, and he was away on busniess a lot, but we still got to see him."
"We?"
"Don't interrupt. We- my mum, Alicia Sagalia, baby brother, Darye, five years old and -oh, so cute- freckles and blonde hair... *sigh* My mom was pregnant with my baby sister, Aeriel."
"What happened??"
"Well, since my dad was an Auror, the Death Eaters came."
Harry's face drained of color and he looked towards Aerin in sympathy.
"And you were -how old?-"
"I was eleven. My dad was away on business, but the Death Eaters still came. There were convinced that he was in the house, and they ransacked it and interrogated us, used the Cruciatus Curse. In the end..."
Harry had had his head in his hands. He didn't like to think about Voldemort's evil doings.
"Shall I go on?"
Harry lifted his head and pulled on a grim smile, inwardly regretting his bravado. He didn't want to hear anymore.
"Yeah."
"Well, they... murdered my mum, brother, and unborn sister. I ran like hell outta there, and none of them caught me. My dad got the news and whisked me away into hiding."
"But Voldemort was dead!"
"Yeah, but that bastard, Malfoy- he kept looking for us, and we couldn't easil avoid his spies. And finally, our secret keeper spilled, and that's how I'm in my current predicament."
"But what I don't ge-"
All of a sudden there was a loud boom, like a magnified thunderclap, and it resonated through both of them. Both Harry and Aering were seized by panic and terror. Their pasts betrayed them- this wasn't the situation they most liked.
"What- what WAS that??!"
"I.. don't know..."