Ch Thirteen: An Ancient Discovery

Leniera spent about a week searching for this mysterious Ryan Hartlen. Finally, she came across a Nina Marger whose maiden name was Hartlen. From the memory Lenie had watched she knew Ryan had a sister named Nina who was married. So Lenie set off to the Marger home.

When she finally got there, Lenie paused on the front porch. "Remember," she told herself. "You're Leniera McKally, daughter of Charlotte Rove, former roommate to Ryan Hartlen. You never knew your parents and was hoping Ryan could give you some information on Charlotte." Lenie took a deep breathe in and knocked on the door. A girl of Leniera's age answered the door. "Good day, Miss."

"And to you as well. I was hoping I would be able to talk with a Nina Marger."

"Oh course, if you would please step inside and wait in the parlor." The girl smiled as she held open the door. Lenie smiled back and stepped inside the glorious home. The girl led the way to the parlor. "I'm Aria Marger. And you are?"

"Leniera McKally. Miss Marger won't know me though. I don't really even know her. I'm just hoping she can help me find someone."

"Of course, I'll go get her. Please take a seat." Aria rushed out of the room as Lenie sat down. 'These muggles are so nice,' Lenie thought. Five minuets later a brisk, middle-aged woman entered the room. Lenie stood up as she entered but the woman gestured for her to sit.

"I'm so sorry to bother you Ma'am, but you see, I was orphaned at a young age and am desperate for any information on my parents. This circumstance brings me here. My parents are Charlotte Rove and Evan Mckally. I also gained knowledge that my mother had a roommate around the time I was conceived, a roommate named Ryan Hartlen. Now I've used all the strings I have to find her, but I've been rather unlucky. I also learned that she had a sister named Nina who was married. I was able to come across you in my search and I am now quite desperate. My search has lasted nearly a year without luck."

"That's all you came here for, to talk about Ryan?" Aria spat out. "Why was I even nice to you?"

"Aria, that's quite enough," Nina replied sternly. "Miss McKally, I went to visit my sister while she was rooming with Charlotte Rove. I remember Charlotte to be quite dear. But I'm afraid if I were to send you to Ryan, things would not be so cheery. I was able to convince my baby sister to come home, to leave London. For whatever reason, Ryan obliged. They had gotten in quite a row, your mother and my sister, that Charlotte left in a huff with all of her belongings. The two never saw each other again. Shortly after, Ryan was being reckless, and passed on due to car accident."

"Oh my, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. That was not my intention, to come here to bring up bad memories. I'll think I'll be going now."

"Don't be silly, girl. Dinner is in ten minuets. Then you and I, and Miss Aria, should she be behaving better, shall look through Ryan's belongings. Maybe that can help you."

"No, I refuse to be any trouble."

"It's no trouble dear, really." Nina smiled so sweetly that Lenie had no choice but to oblige.

After dinner Nina asked Aria if she wanted to accompany her and Lenie in their venture up into the attic. Aria spat out, "I don't want anything more to do with her."

"Teraz Aria. Jest dobry."

"Tak, żałujący, Przepuszczają." The girl disappeared in a sulk, though Lenie swore she saw a something hidden behind here eyes. Lenie swore to herself to keep an eye out for Aria.

"Is Aria your daughter, Miss Marger?"

"Please, it's Nina. And no, Aria is not my daughter. She was Ryan's. The poor girl cannot forgive Ryan for not being the one to raise her. She thinks Ryan could have prevented her death and that she used death to escape having to be a mother."

"Is it true?"

"Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry. That must be personal. I shouldn't have asked."

"Of course it's true," a solemn voice answered.

"Aria. Robi nie jest odurzony. To nie jest prawda. It's not true."

"You should get out of here Miss McKally. Get out before something terrible happens and you can't get out of here. She's terrible, evil. She's not who she says she is. She's not Nina Marger. She's…" But Aria never got to finish her sentence before crumbling into a heap. A flash of green light had struck as that woman, whoever she was, whispered the most terrible words Lenie had know, "Avanda Kedavra".

Lenie looked from the dead girl of Aria Marger, to the woman beside her who had a wand held high. "And now it's your turn to die." But Lenie apparated before she could even say "And…

Lenie felt like she was at a loss again, and was torn between finding Mal and finding her parents. And she knew that Nina Marger and Ryan Hartlen must be involved somehow, if whoever was behind this mess was willing to impersonate Nina and kill Aria. Lenie began wondering who Aria was, and wondered if she should try and find out about that as well. Being the stubborn, headstrong girl she was, she tried to do everything at once.

Dear Braiden Malfoy,

Hello there, this is Leniera Granger. I'm sure you remember me; your sister Mal asked me to look after you. Well I had to go away to visit Mal and someone told me that she went back to the home she had in America. I wrote down the address somewhere but I must have lost the paper and I can't remember. So I was hoping you could tell me what your address was in America? I'll need the street, city, and state.

I hope you're well. Exams not being too hard on you, are they? If you need anything, don't hesitate to write me; just write Leniera Granger and I'm sure the owls will find me. Please send the return with the owl I've sent this message with. If you can't remember that's perfectly fine, but you're a very intelligent boy so I figured you must remember. That's all. I'll probably be seeing you soon.

With love from Leniera Granger.

Lenie folded up the parchment and scribbled Braiden Malfoy, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, England and gave it to her owl. "Be quick," she told the bird before turning her attention to the other owl perched on her window. "This is to Professor McGonagall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Got that?" she said to bird she had rented as she tied a piece of parchment to its leg. This letter read:

Dear Professor McGonagall,

I've been trying to find Maliegha as best I could, but have hit quite a few dead ends. I was wondering if you knew any of these names: Nina Marger (or Nina Hartlen) Ryan Hartlen, Aria Hartlen or Marger (I'm not sure which). Please do not ask me why; everything will present itself in time.

Hope you are well.

With love from Leniera Narcissa Granger-Malfoy

After both owls had flown off, Lenie thought it would be best to consult the journal-like book again. She opened it up and was, once again, sucked inside the parchments.

A/n: Just found this on a CDR and decided to edit and post some more of this story. Please Review.

xxo Sera Evlin Thinly