A/N: I'm sooo sorry for not updating the past couple of days! But I had just finished exams and then I was working on some kind of outside project for a friend. So I had no time to write. But now I have a chapter for you! So yay! Alright, so in this chapter it's going to have some conflicted feeling stuff going on. So get ready for that. And something to leave you confused and wondering. Thank you muentiger and im-the-doctor for reviewing! R&R!
You think you can trust someone. You live most of your life depending on someone important to you; like a sibling, parent or best friend. But then they turn their backs on you one day, and you're alone. Sometimes I wonder if it was the right thing to do. You know, let Nick send me away. I'm pretty sure Sirius is responsible, but I don't know him. I know nothing about him. I hope that it was the right thing. I mean, it was right of him to send me and Rosaline to Hogwarts. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here right now. I don't think I would even be breathing. I'd probably be nothing but a mangled, lifeless body, stranded in a land of waste. Would anyone even remember me after that? If they did, would they care?
I don't there are many people in this world that acknowledge me. It's something that I will have to get used to. I can't let anyone get close to me, or they might die. I don't want people dying for me. Which is why I wonder, should I even be with George? If I told him about the real me, would he still be with me?
"Aaralyn," Rosaline whispered to me.
I looked up from my journal, to see Rosaline peeking her head through the doorway. She waved her, motioning me to come over. I closed my journal and walked over to her.
"What?" I asked.
"Shh," she whispered, "Follow me."
I curiously narrowed my eyes at her, but followed anyway. She told me to keep quiet as we tip-toed our way to the top of the stairs. I could hear faint voices from the room near the bottom of the steps.
"I don't think it would be safe for them here," one voice said.
"Why not?" Sirius asked.
"Because they're in danger," another voice said, "Division as moved to London, and the whole bloody Ministry wants you dead. Putting the two most wanted people together in the same house is not safe."
"I've been hiding for almost 2 years now," Sirius defended, "I'll be fine. And I can protect them."
"How touching," a slimy, familiar voice said sarcastically.
"Is that Snape?" Rosaline whispered.
"Sounds like it," I grimaced.
"Sirius Black has a heart," Snape continued, "I for one, disagree with this arrangement. The longer those girls stay here, the more and more they'll become like they're protector; a criminal."
"Sod off Snivellus," Sirius sneered.
"Quiet down you two," another familiar voice said.
"Moody?" I whispered.
Rosaline nodded, with a beyond curious look on her face.
"Let us not forget that those two girls are in this house," Moody said.
"I think it's good that Aaralyn and Rosaline are staying here," a sweet, soft woman's voice said.
"Who is that?" I whispered.
Rosaline shrugged.
"They need a place to stay," she continued, "Nick won't let them come back, because of their safety."
"Safety my ass," Moody snapped, "That miserable coward is only doing it so he doesn't die."
No. Nick wouldn't do that. Would he?
"Well where do you expect them to go?" the woman's voice asked, "Their parents?"
I winced a little, as well as Rosaline. She never met her mother, and her father was murdered by the Pop Family. Me, I never knew my parents. I didn't even know if I had a sister or brother. It was as if they never existed.
"They don't have parents," Sirius said, sadly.
"How did he know?" I asked.
"Beats me," Rosaline said.
I sighed and then went back to my room. If all they were going to do was argue over us, then I didn't want to hear it. There would someone who could care less where we stayed, someone who supported us, someone who was neutral...the list goes on. But either way, it would never end. Or at least until there was a new issue to discuss.
I collapsed onto my bed and sighed, deep in thought. I then reopened my journal and started to write again.
Here's something I didn't realize, I never knew my parents. I was born in Division headquarters in Hong Kong and then taken away from them. They probably think I'm dead right now. Or maybe they're dead. I don't know honestly. I've never thought about them that much before. I had thoughts before when I was younger, but then they just faded away from me. Sometimes I wonder what they were like; if I had my father's eyes or my mother's personality. Maybe they were both like me, the special type of people. Maybe my dad was a Watcher and my mother was a Sniff, or maybe the other way around. I just hope that someday I'll find them again. And that they would remember me.
I heard a knock at my door. I looked up, expecting to see Rosaline, but instead saw Sirius. He smiled at me, to say hello.
"Do you mind if I come in?" he asked.
"Not all," I said.
He slowly stepped in and looked around the room.
"It's odd," he said, "I've lived in this house for such a long time, but I've barely been in this room. I guess because Regulus was very private about his life."
"Was he your brother?" I asked.
"Yes he was," he nodded.
"We're you two close?" I asked.
"Not really," he said, "Regulus was the good child. He listen to our parents, and became what they wanted him to be. I, on the other hand, didn't see eye-to-eye with my mother and father. They wanted me to be more like Regulus; a muggle-hating Death Eater."
"What happened to him?" I asked.
"He died," he sighed, "For about 14 or 15 years now."
"Do you ever miss him?" I asked.
"You ask a lot of questions," Sirius chuckled.
I shrugged and smirked.
"Just curious," I said.
"I knew someone who was a lot like you," he smiled, "And yes, sometimes I miss Regulus."
"How did he die?" I asked.
"That's too bold to ask," he quickly replied, "I'd rather change the subject."
"Okay," I said, "What was going on downstairs?"
"You heard that?" Sirius asked curiously.
"Some of it," I said.
"It was a meeting," he said, "For the Order of the Phoenix."
"The what?" I asked.
"It's a group of witches and wizards, led by Dumbledore," he explained, "Dedicated to fighting evil Lord Voldemort and his followers, but outside of the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic."
I nodded in interest. It seemed like a fascinating thing. It reminded me of the every-day-anarchists in outside world.
"Is that all?" he asked.
"Just one more thing," I said, "How did you know that Rosaline and I had no family?"
Sirius seemed to be shocked at that question. He was also nervous looking, as if he needed to think of a lie.
"Dumbledore told me," he said.
"How did Dumbledore know?" I asked.
"Nick told him," he said.
"I never told Nick about my family," I said.
"Well..." Sirius paused, "He..just knew."
He then quickly left the room before I asked anymore questions. He knew something about us, and I needed to find out what it was.
The Order was having another meeting today. And we had to stay upstairs and not make a racket. It started to become a routine. I never got to come down and see who was there. I only knew that Moody, Snape and Sirius were down there. That one voice, that sweet, angelic voice, kept me wondering and full of curiosity. I needed to know who she was.
But today, it was different. Two new voices had joined in.
"Hello Molly," Sirius said.
"Hello Sirius," she said, "It's good to see you again."
I knew that voice. It was Mrs. Weasley.
"How are you, Sirius?" a man's voice asked.
"I'm doing quite well, Arthur," Sirius said. "How are the kids?"
"Well," Mrs. Weasley started, "Ginny is starting her 4th year. Ron will be starting his 5th. Fred and George here...now where did they go? Goodness me, ever since they turned 17 they've been using their magic for everything."
"They probably went upstairs," Arthur said.
"Well at least they'll have company," Sirius said, "Rosaline and Aaralyn are up there."
My eyes widened in shock. Fred and George were actually here? In this house?
I quickly stood up and started to walk towards my room. I shut the door behind me and sighed in relief. Having them see me here would start questions. I didn't need that at the moment.
Suddenly I heard an odd, loud popping sound behind me. I slowly, quietly turned around to see Fred and George in the room. But their backs were facing me.
"Blimey," Fred said, "This house is bigger than it looks."
"You got that right," George said, "I wonder who's room this is."
"Mine," I said.
They suddenly turned very still. It almost looked like they weren't breathing.
"Did you hear that?" George whispered.
"Shh," Fred said, "Don't talk and be very still. They might think we're not here."
"I'm not a wild animal," I said, "I can see you. And hear you."
George then loosened up.
"I know that voice," he said.
They turned around to see me standing there, with my arms crossed.
"Aaralyn?" Fred asked.
"The one and only," I shrugged.
"What are you doing here?" George asked.
"I live here," I said.
"Why do you live here?" Fred asked, "Are you related to Sirius?"
"No," I shook my head, "I just...live here."
"Why?" Fred asked again.
"Because I do, okay?" I snapped.
Fred held up his hands in defense. He then looked at George and then back at me.
"I'll leave you two alone," he said and then he disappeared.
George kept staring at me, in curiosity and confusion.
"Is there something you're not telling me?" he asked.
"No," I lied, "I've got nothing to hide."
"Then you can tell me why you're living here," he said.
"No I can't," I sighed.
"Why?" he asked, starting to get frustrated.
"Because I can't," I said.
"That's not an excuse," he said, "You can trust me."
"I know," I sighed.
"Then please tell me what's going on," he said.
I didn't speak for a while. Should I tell him? No, it would put him in danger. But I might loose even if I don't tell him.
"I..." I paused, "I can't."
"Dammit Aaralyn," George snapped, "You have to stop bottling things up. There are some people you can trust!"
He then stormed out of the room, leaving me conflicted and upset. I sighed in frustration and ran my fingers through my hair. What was I supposed to do now?
I stepped out of my room and then went to Rosaline's. She was sitting in her room, staring out the window. She had a depressed, sulking look. I knew immediately that she was thinking about Cedric.
"I need help," I said.
She turned to me, startled. She must have been so zoned out to not notice I came in.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"George and Fred are starting to get suspicious," I said.
"They're here?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said. "And then they started asking questions about me being here. Mostly George though. But either way, he knows that something is going on. I want to tell him, but I don't want to loose him."
Rosaline sighed and then thought.
"You care about him, right?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said, as if it was a dumb question. Which it was.
"Do you trust him?" she asked.
"Of course," I said.
"Then tell him," she said.
George's POV
I felt like a total git for doing that. It was Aaralyn's business, and if she didn't want to tell me than it shouldn't matter. No, it should. No, it should. Dammit, I didn't bloody know. I didn't know if I should go back in there and apologize or just be the stubborn idiot I am and stay mad at her. Come to think of it, the first choice seemed a lot nicer than the other.
I knocked on the door softly and waited for her to open. I knocked again, and there was still no reply.
"Aaralyn," I said as I knocked again.
I slowly opened the door and saw that she wasn't in there. So the first choice was obviously out of the question. I might as well wait for her. I sat down on her bed and waited for her to come back. I looked next to me and I saw a journal lying there. It was Aaralyn's.
No, don't read it. You'd be invading her privacy. You can't do that George. But...what she didn't know couldn't harm her...no, no, no! Shut up! Don't do it.
I curiously flipped to the last page.
Here's something I didn't realize, I never knew my parents. I was born in Division headquarters in Hong Kong and then taken away from them. They probably think I'm dead right now. Or maybe they're dead. I don't know honestly. I've never thought about them that much before. I had thoughts before when I was younger, but then they just faded away from me. Sometimes I wonder what they were like; if I had my father's eyes or my mother's personality. Maybe they were both like me, the special type of people. Maybe my dad was a Watcher and my mother was a Sniff, or maybe the other way around. I just hope that someday I'll find them again. And that they would remember me.
Well that explained why she was living with Sirius. But what the bloody hell was she talking about? What was Division? What's a Watcher? What the hell is a Sniff supposed to be? What was the "special type" of people? I flipped back one page.
You think you can trust someone. You live most of your life depending on someone important to you; like a sibling, parent or best friend. But then they turn their backs on you one day, and you're alone. Sometimes I wonder if it was the right thing to do. You know, let Nick send me away. I'm pretty sure Sirius is responsible, but I don't know him. I know nothing about him. I hope that it was the right thing. I mean, it was right of him to send me and Rosaline to Hogwarts. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here right now. I don't think I would even be breathing. I'd probably be nothing but a mangled, lifeless body, stranded in a land of waste. Would anyone even remember me after that? If they did, would they care?
I don't there are many people in this world that acknowledge me. It's something that I will have to get used to. I can't let anyone get close to me, or they might die. I don't want people dying for me. Which is why I wonder, should I even be with George? If I told him about the real me, would he still be with me?
I slammed the book shut. So she was hiding something from me. I knew it. But now I knew why she wouldn't tell me; because whatever it was, it would kill me. She didn't want that. But what the hell was it?
A/N: *GASP* SECRETS! So will Aaralyn tell George? What is Sirius's secret? Tell me in the reviews!