Hello everyone! I'm so sorry that it took me so long to update. Almost 2 weeks, unforgivable I know. But I got really sick and was asleep for about a week, and had a lot of homework to catch up on when I got better. I'm sorry that it took this long though, and I hope that you'll still read and review!

So in this chapter we see more of Arra and Sirius' amazing road trip that I'm super jealous of and want to go on! And we see Harry's response to Arra's letter from last chapter. And Arra does something very impulsive which she may later regret!

So without further rambling, ENJOY!

I don't own HP

It had been a week since Arra and Sirius had left Ireland and began their journey to Italy. Even though it had only been a week on their extreme road trip, Arra was having the time of her life with her dad. They had spent majority of the time of their trip in Ireland looking for leprechauns; they never found any, but that may have been because the leprechauns were too offended at the little people jokes Arra and Sirius kept cracking in extremely bad accents.

Since Sirius had told Arra about her mother, Arra had been a little sad, but figured that the best way to honor her mother was to live her life to the fullest and not let any chances go by.

On this morning, Arra was brushing her hair in the bathroom, getting ready to go and visit the Trevi Fountain in Rome. She heard a soft tapping on the window and saw a white owl perched on the windowsill. Arra rushed over to the hotel window and brought Hedwig inside.

"Oh my goodness, Hedwig! Did you fly all the way to Rome just to give me Harry's response?" She asked, a little disbelieving. She untied the letter from her leg and put out a few of the hotels complimentary nuts for the owl to chew on. "Stay as long as you need to regain your strength." She told Hedwig.

Arra turned her attention back to the letter and saw her name written in Harry's chicken scratch handwriting. And even though it was ugly, she couldn't help but smile. She ripped open the leader and anxiously read:

Dear Arra,

I got your letter, obviously. I'm glad you're having fun in Ireland, or wherever you are now. I think you said a while back that Italy was the next stop after Ireland. I wish I was there. I miss you, a lot. More than you would think probably.

My summer is going horribly, as always. The muggles are making it a living hell. I wish you were here. You would make it better, you make everything better.

Sorry to cut this letter short, but I have to make dinner for Dudley now.

Write back soon. Please.

Love,

Harry

Arra squealed in excitement like a fan girl when she finished the letter. "Love! He wrote love, Hedwig!" She said, showing the letter to the owl, even though she knew perfectly well that the bird couldn't understand her. Arra clutched the letter to her chest and spun around on one foot like a happy ballerina.

"Oooh!" Sirius said from the doorway, coming into the room. "Is that from Harry?!"

Arra held onto the letter tighter. "No." She said a bit too quickly.

A grin spread across his face. "Yes it is! Let me read it!" He said with a child's excitement, jumping across the bed to get to her.

"No!" Arra said, running away and snatching a pillow off the bed to use as a weapon. "Go away!" She yelled, repeatedly whacking her father with the fancy, decorative pillow.

"OW! Ar--Arra! Stop it--cut it out!" He yelled in between beatings. Eventually he finally used his brain though and took out his wand. "Accio letter!"

Arra tried to get a good grip on the letter, but it went flying out of her hands. "No fair!"

"I'm the dad, I don't have to be fair." He said matter-of-factly, opening the letter to read it. His eyes scanned it and a large smile appeared on his face. He looked at Arra, trying to keep from smiling too widely, he said, "That's cute."

"Shut up!" She said, snatching the letter back.

"But it is!" He said defensively. "He likes you back, obviously, but you both are too idiotic to do anything about it!"

"I'm not an idiot." Arra said, sitting down at a nearby desk.

Ignoring her, Sirius started, "What are you going to say back?"

"That my father is invading my privacy and that I want to be adopted by monkeys instead and live in the jungle."

"Right, have fun with that. But really, let's write back to him!" Sirius said excitedly.

"Let's? As in us? Like me and you?" Sirius nodded. "Great, my father is going to help me write a letter confessing my love to my best friend!" Arra said sarcastically.

"Fine then." Sirius said snobbily. "I'll just leave you to it." And he left the room with dramatic stomping.

Arra rolled her eyes and laughed at her father. She grabbed a pen and began to write back:

Dear Harry,

Yeah, we're in Italy right now. I really miss you too, and I wish I were there to make things better for you. I would totally kick your fat cousin's ass.

At this point, Arra was drawing a blank. She wanted to hint to Harry that she liked him, but she didn't want to come on strong enough to scare him away if he didn't like her back. She took a deep breath and continued writing.

But hey, do you remember before school ended? When we were in the hallway outside Dumbledore's office? Well, I guess I just wanted to know your thoughts on it. Or something, if you even remember. Yeah, well, I have to go. Write back soon.

-Arra

"Your thoughts? Who says 'your thoughts'?" A voice behind her said.

"Dad! Go away!! And stop reading my mail!" Arra yelled.

"I'd love to, but we've got to get going." Sirius said matter-of-factly.

Arra set the letter on the desk and got up to put her shoes on. She wasn't planning on sending the letter yet, as she was pretty positive that Hedwig couldn't take the flight. Besides, she wasn't quite sure if she wanted to send it at all yet.

Soon enough, they were out the door and heading to the Trevi Fountain. When they arrived, Arra's breath was taken away. The beauty of the fountain amazed her beyond anything else she had ever seen before. The intricate statues and beautiful artwork left her speechless. Around her, tourists were snapping pictures like crazy and talking to each other in all kinds of different languages. Being around them, in the middle of the craziness, seemed to make her feel, not so…different. None of these people knew the hell that she had been through, and she knew nothing about them. Yet they were all here, for the same reason. And everyone was happy.

Sirius came by her and pressed a couple of galleons into her hand. "Come on!" He said, heading to the front of the group to where people were facing the crowd rather than the fountain. They would close their eyes momentarily before throwing a coin over their shoulder and into the fountain. "Make a wish." Her father said as he did the same.

Arra smiled at his excitement and turned around to make her wish. She closed her eyes and thought, What should I wish for? I can't really think of anything that I need, and me and dad are together now, so I don't need to wish for that. I'm on the road trip of a lifetime, and I'm happier than I ever have been before. I honestly don't know what to wish for. If Harry was here, he would know. Hey! That's it!

And with that, she raised her arm and tossed the coin in as she said to herself, I wish for Harry.

***

"What did you wish for?" Sirius asked as they walked along the street, looking for somewhere to eat lunch.

"I can't tell you. Then it won't come true." Arra said.

"Fine then, I'll guess. Was it about Harry?" He asked.

Arra sighed, "I can't tell you."

Sirius pointed at her like he had just solved a crime, "Ah-ha! So it is about Harry then!"

Arra frowned, "How could you possibly know that?"

"Because if it wasn't about Harry, then you would have said, 'No dad, now shut up!'" He said, imitating Arra in a nasily voice.

Arra rolled her eyes. "One, I don't talk like that. Two, why did you look far into my response? Was your wish to be a detective?" She joked.

"No, my wish was for spaghetti." He said truthfully. "And look!" He said pointing to a pasta restaurant. "It came true!"

"That was a stupid wish. We go all the way to the Trevi Fountain to make a wish. A wish for anything in the entire world. Something outrageous that you've always wanted! And you pick spaghetti." She said, following him to the restaurant.

He shrugged. "I have simple wishes. And I like spaghetti."

"But that was a waste of a wish. I mean for Pete's sake, we're in Italy! There's spaghetti everywhere! It would have been at least a little bit interesting if you had wished for a cheeseburger or something!"

"I aim low." He said simply, picking up his menu as they sat down at the table.

"Why?"

"I've learned that you shouldn't expect to much out of life. Because you're going to prison no matter what."

"But everyone always says to 'aim for the stars' and that 'you can be anything you want'", she said repeating all the inspirational posters that you always see in community centers and psychiatrist's offices.

"Well if everyone was what they wanted to be, the world would be filled with astronauts and superstars. Then who would make the sandwiches?" He asked.

She nodded slowly. "So this is your way of telling me that I'm never going to amount to anything. And that I should go into the sandwich business before everyone else?"

He laughed heartily. "Oh, no! Everything I just said only refers to people like me! People like you, however, really can do anything they want. I just want you to know how much better you can do than what I did. And I don't want you to settle."

She frowned. "That was a very odd way of telling me, then."

He shrugged. "It just so happens that I'm a very odd person. So you come by it naturally." He beamed.

***

After a day of sightseeing, they headed back to the hotel. When Arra entered her room, she found a small barn owl tapping on her window. She walked over and let it in. "Hello." She said, taking the letter off of it's leg. "I wonder who sent you."

She opened the letter to find familiar handwriting:

Arra!

I can't believe that you're in Italy! There are so many ancient sights and different landmarks there, I'm so jealous about all the information you're learning!

But anyways, I'm writing this letter because of some serious business. Now, I'm going to ask you something, and you have to answer truthfully: Do you like Harry or not? Because he's been driving Ron and I mad with all his talk about you. With you not around, he feels like he has to talk about you 24/7 so we all don't forget about you. It's completely obvious that he likes you, so if you like him too, you should just tell him and get on with it already. Because if I have to hear one more sentence about how your hair smells like apples, I'm going to hex that boy into oblivion.

Write back soon!

Love,

Hermione

P.S I apologize if my rant was rude. I really do miss you and I can't wait to see you again.

Arra finished the letter with a huge smile spread across her face. This was just the sign she needed to finish her letter to Harry. She ran over to the desk, crumpled up her old letter to him that she had written earlier, and grabbed a fresh piece.

Harry

I'm tired of beating around the bush with all of our innuendos and cute little moments, so I'm just going to say it. I like you. A lot. Like more than a friend. And if you don't feel the same, then it's ok, and I hope that this doesn't ruin our friendship, but I just needed to tell you. Write back soon, if you want. If you have something to say. If you don't, that's fine, just don't reply at all. Or just write back to say hi, or tell me how the weather is or something. Ok, I'm done ranting now.

Hoping to be more than your friend,

Arra

Arra read the letter through once more and immediately sealed it up in an envelope. She was trying to go as fast as possible, so that she wouldn't back out suddenly. She always tended to do unpleasant or uncomfortable things impulsively and quickly.

"Hedwig," She said, approaching Harry's owl, who was still resting there, "are you ready to fly again?" Hedwig hooted happily and Arra tied the letter to her leg. She carried the owl to the window and held her arm out the window for the bird to fly away. She watched her fly away with a smile on her face. "I can't believe I just did that." She said quietly to herself. She sighed as she plopped down in the desk chair and scrawled a quick reply to Hermione:

I did it. I told Harry I liked him. If this doesn't work, I blame you. And you'll have to help me come up with a believable story about how I was super drunk when I wrote that letter.

And with that, Arra lay down from a tiring day and fell into a dream filled sleep of a certain scar faced boy.

Short, I know. But there wasn't anything else that I wanted to put in this chapter. But I hope you all enjoyed it, nonetheless. REVIEW AND YOU MAY HAVE SPAGHETTI WITH SIRIUS BLACK!

Oh, and I have a book suggestion if any of you are in need of a good read. Going Bovine by Libba Bray. It's amazing! I laughed so hard in that book that my teacher gave me detention for laughing in class. If you have read it, let me know! And if you haven't, be sure to look into it!