To You I'm Devoted

xStarletx

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Chapter 4

She had warned me, did I listen? No. I found himself in the library after I over heard Hermione mention to Harry that there was an extensive chapter on her in an old history book. I found the volume in question and sat myself down to read over the pages.

The book said that The Rayne family was a long line of wiccans, not exactly conventional, and very many time victorious adversaries of many wizards. In 1908, Aria was the last of her line and after one long battle she disappeared. Many said that she had laid herself down in Avalon, to rest until she was called to do her bidding, others said she had drank the elixir from the philosopher stone and was now immortal and just hiding for she was no longer interested in being an assassin for hire, though many claimed to spot her every now and then. It wasn't until He Who Must Not Be Named showed up that several adventure wizards decided that they wanted to track down Aria. Some saying it was because they wanted to track her down to help with the fight against He Who Must Not Be Named, others to find her before He Who Must Not Be Named did, though the real truth was that she was fabled to give a wish to any who could release her from her glowing slumber. There was never any proof that he was actually searching for her, many alluded to the fact that he might have been too scared to look her up. Though it was said that he boasted about killing Aria upon her denial of his wish.

I took in the pages, and the brief scrawled pictures of her, none of which did her justice. How old was Aria exactly? She couldn't honestly be over 100 years old could she? Did she actually fight You know Who? But even if she had, she wasn't dead and therefore boasting about killing her was a lie. I had to admit it now, I was definitely obsessed

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When I saw Aria next she was arguing, once again, with Potter.

"For the love of All that is Holy! Why are you reading those stupid book? They get nothing right! Ever!" She cried.

"Because you won't tell me anything! Why does it say you're over 100 years old?" Harry asked, shoving the book in her face.

"Have you ever thought that I had a relative that looked a lot like me?" Aria challenged. I quickly hid behind a statue, I didn't want to them to notice me listening in. Harry quickly flipped the page.

"That looks exactly like you?" Harry questioned, I had seen that picture, and I had to admit there were a few similarities, especial in the gaze the artist had captured.

"That looks nothing like me." Aria argued. Harry huffed and rolled his eyes.

"Just tell me the truth!" Harry demanded.

"I don't have to tell you anything!" Aria near screamed. Harry flinched and backed away. "Do you think it's logical for someone who looks like they could be your age to be over 100 years old?"

"Well if you drank from the philosopher stone…" Harry started but she cut him off.

"It was destroyed three years ago!" Aria snarled.

"Yea so?" Harry countered.

"I'd be dead you TWAT!" Aria cried, flicking his forehead. "Mark my words Potter! The last man to dig into my past DIED!" Harry gulped at the threat, he quickly retreated. I waited a few moments after Harry left, silence met my ears, it seemed like a good idea to sneak away now, Aria wasn't in the mood to chat now. I slowly slid out of the statue's shadow and bumped into something. I yelped and backed away, Aria stood in front of me, her hands crossed over her chest.

"Naught little badger boy, were you listening in?" She chided. For some reason I nodded.

"Did you hear what you wanted to hear?" She asked me.

"Did you fight You Know Who?" I blurted out, I briefly wondered if she had be charmed or something.

"Yes." She answered. I blinked momentarily.

"Did you lose?" I asked again.

"Yes and No. Mostly I got bored and left." Aria responded. She was walking away from me, I jogged to keep up with her.

"He told people he killed you." I stated.

"I had taken up the habit of disappearing in a bright flash, I assume he thought I had exploded or something." Aria replied.

"What did he want from you? Allegiance?"

"No, he wanted a wish."

"A wish?"

"Haven't you read the books? I'm supposed to grant one wish. A load of hooey the lot of it. Do I look like a genie to you?" She asked me. I shook my head.

"So they person in the book that they're talking about, it's really you? You're over 100 years old?" I asked. Aria turned to me she looked angry.

"Damnit!" She swore, her face turning a color of red I hadn't seen on her before, surprisingly it was very attractive.

"What?" I asked, my voice quivered, how embarrassing.

"You're learning too much. Stop asking question, drop the subject entirely. Don't you understand the dangers? You're going to get yourself killed!" Aria demanded. I grabbed her arm to stop her from leaving, she gave me a quizzical look, as if to ask me if I wanted to lose my hand, I didn't care.

"I want to know more about you. Telling me to stop won't stop me, and if I do die, then I'll die happy." I told her. She stared at me as if I were the most insane boy on the planet. She sighed.

"Well it's too late for you." She whispered. She shook her arm out of my grasp and smiled at me.

"Read more books, there are quite a few on me and my family. Who knows, maybe you'll guess the truth." Aria challenged.

"Truth about what?" I asked her, my curiosity spiking.

"On what I actually am."

"You're a wiccan." I told her. She laughed, I liked the sound a little too much.

"That's only part of what I am. Have fun Badger boy." She waved, and then she was gone.

"My name is Cedric." I whispered to the empty hall, I wondered if she'd ever remember my name.