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Invisible Helper by Lumione

Format: Novella
Chapters: 8
Word Count: 11,078
Status: WIP

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Spoilers

Genres: Drama, Humor, Mystery, Action/Adventure, Angst
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Filch, Slughorn, McGonagall, Snape, Andromeda, Ted, Bellatrix, Cedric, Cho, Dean, Draco, Fleur, Fred, George, Ginny, Goyle Jr., Luna, Neville, Oliver, Pansy, Seamus, Fudge, Umbridge, Skeeter, Scrimgeour, OC

First Published: 07/16/2020
Last Chapter: 12/13/2020
Last Updated: 02/14/2021


Arina has always wondered about her past. Who is her mother? Why she is accepted into a magical school she knew nothing about?

Join Arina as she learns magic, makes new friends, and reads the diary, to find out the truth about her past, and her destiny.

A/N This is my first fanfic, please review!!!!

Chapter 7 is up!


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Chapter 1: Prologue
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It was a dark night. It was fearfully cold and snowing.  The road was empty, except for one young woman.

She was running and stumbling down the road. Behind her was a small child.

In the middle of the road, the woman stopped. She bent down to whisper in the child’s ear. Then she got up, slowly, staggering slightly, as if it took a lot of effort.

“You come back, mum?” asked the little girl.

The woman paused to wipe her sparkling eye. “Yes,” she said finally “I will.” She gave a hug to her daughter, and then struggled down the road.


A little later, the road was deserted.


Diary Entry #1:

The villagers found me wandering aimlessly. I was a small girl. My mother had told me to stay. I somehow instinctively knew not to listen. I did not stay. But I was found. I never saw her again, but I knew these were the people she had hoped I would meet.

I had been walking around, the rain pelting down mercilessly when they came. First there was a young man. He was not very old, he could have been my brother.

“Diana?” He asked me, his blue eyes kind.

I nodded my head.

“Your mother told us where to find you. Don’t worry. You’ll be safe.”

I nodded again.

He took my hand and I held it tight.

Next there was a woman, soft and loving. She smiled warmly at me. “Hello.” she said. Noticing my sad expression she said “It’ll be okay.”

I shook my head and started to sob. “I want my mummy!” I cried. But I knew I would not find her.

The woman took me in her arms. She held me and cradled me. “Don’t worry” she whispered "Don't worry, my Arina", like a lullaby, over an over."Arina" meant "strong" in their language. She called me strong. The weak, small thing I was. That was all she said, but it was enough. Then she took me home.


Hi everyone! Thank you so much for reading! This is my first fanfic. Please review! All rights go to J. K. Rowling.


Chapter 2: Chapter 1
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I was eating breakfast when it came, pancakes with syrup and chocolate chips. Yum. I love food.

A lazy Saturday morning. It was a nice day, with a cornflower blue sky, and fluffy white clouds like spun sugar. And a dark brown fleck bobbing in the west- wait, what?

I crossed over to the window, peering out at the thing. It came closer and closer, and got larger and larger- an owl! With a sudden dip, it landed in my window. I saw the owl had a letter attached to its leg, and gently tugged it off. I opened it to find a yellow piece of paper, much like the pretend "historic" ones I used to make with the help of my friends and some tea or coffee.

It read:


Dear Miss Williams,

We are pleased to announce you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress


I looked at my father. "Why did I get this letter?" I asked. I raised an eyebrow at him, but he appeared unconcerned. I made a list in my mind of all the classmates that could have faked this letter. Hogwarts? Perhaps a made-up name? And gosh, that signature of Minerva McGonagall's looked similar to the signature of my classmate, Katie Alberry.

I ran up to my room to start my own trick back, but Dad said "Are you going to accept it?"

I rolled my eyes. "Why, to give them a laugh?"

Dad smiled. "You never know, it could be real."

I laughed. "Yeah. Totally. I get a letter from a magical - ooh- school, and you say it's- real?" I had to admit though, the trick was rather well done. I stifled a scoff. If you had given it to a kindergartener. Then it might have worked.


I jumped. Someone at the door? I walked down the neat, shiny hall of our little cottage to answer the door. When I opened it, I gasped.

There was a very tall man standing in front of me, with a beard, a giant coat, and black eyes. He was also holding a bright pink umbrella. He gave a little jump when he saw me.

I tried to cover up my gasp and gave a bit of a cough. Then I cleared my throat. "Er, sorry. Hi. Do you have an appointment with my father?"

He guffawed loudly. "That's alright." He said with a smile and twinkly eyes, referring to his appearance, I think. "Gives most Muggle-borns a fright- eh? I'm Rubeus Hagrid. Gameskeeper at Hogwarts. Ye can call me Hagrid. Actually, I'm here for a meetin' with ye. Sorry I arrived a little after the letter. Bit late." He continued, motioning to the letter on the table, and the owl that was starting to peck my father. Dad stroked it and gave it something and it flew off.

I turned back to Hagrid. "Me?" I gulped. Could this person be from my school? Had I done something wrong?

He nodded.

"Oh. Well, hi. I'm Arina. Erm." I started. "So, the letter- it was real?"

"Was? Is. Real as can be."

"You're serious?"


"Really? Can you prove it by showing me these books?" I held up the list of books needed to start the year at "Hogwarts".

"Come with me."

I looked to Dad. He nodded. I began to feel suspicious, what was with all this nodding? Did Dad know beforehand of this? Was it really Dad? I still didn't completely believe Hagrid. I whispered to Dad. "Don't you want proof or something?" But Dad motioned for me to go with Hagrid.

Hagrid took my arm. "Don't worry, I'm not a kidnapper or anythin'."

This, if anything, made me more suspicious, but I had no choice in the matter, for Hagrid took my arm and bore me off. I couldn't help trusting him.

"So Hagrid, where are we going?" I asked, as we walked out the door and down the drive. I decided to stay with him, he didn't seem dangerous, though he kind of looked like it. But if he tried to do something to me, I'd bolt. Unfortunately, I'm not the fastest.

People bustled here and there on the road and sidewalk, but with Hagrid there, everyone gave us a wide berth.

"A place called Diagon Alley."

I nodded foolishly, for I had no idea where Diagon Alley was.

"Is magic inherent?" I asked, when the silence had taken a toll on me.

"Most times. We have many Wizardin' families in our world. But even members o' Wizardin' families might not turn out to be magical, that's called a Squib, but it's pretty rare. Then there are Muggle-borns, people who're from Muggle- that's non-magic- families and turns out, are magical." Hagrid replied.

"Am I a, um, Muggle-born? My mother-?"

Hagrid made a funny noise, sort of like a gasp/cough/hiccup, but said nothing.

So I let it be. My mother has always been a painful subject for Dad. She died when I was a baby. My dad brought up my sister and I alone.

When we got to the train station, Hagrid turned to me. "Er, we need tickets for that train, the one to London." He whispered. "Could you pay, here's the money? Can't unnerstand Muggle money." He shook his head sadly, as if he was thinking about how confusing our money was.

I nodded, and got us tickets for the next train to London, which left in half an hour.

In the meantime, Hagrid and I sat down. He asked me if I wanted a burger. I shook my head. I'm more partial to hot dogs.

I got him a burger, and some fries for me. I love fries, but I hate ketchup. I like fries with mayo though, or garlic and cheese.

While we eat, I asked Hagrid if he can show me some magic- as proof of wizards. I like proof. It makes me certain and sure. He looked around nervously. I realized we were in a crowded area. Everyone was seeated far from us, but they would still be able to see, probably.

"Later, Arina. At Diagon Alley." He said quietly. I nodded.

We took the train. Hagrid wasn't happy about the size of the seat. ("Much too small!" he complained.)

We exited onto an old-fashioned looking street. "There's the Leaky Cauldron, the entrance to Diagon Alley." Hagrid pointed to a place I had not noticed before. By the looks of everyone else, they had not either. It was like a pub.

When we got inside, Hagrid spoke to the bartender: "Hey Tom,  got me a firewhiskey?" I looked at Tom, wondering what a "firewhiskey" was.

"Hagrid! How are ya?" Tom cried. "And a butterbeer for you?" he asked, addressing his question to me. I shrugged, and asked what a butterbeer was.

"Yeh, ye'll like that, 'rina." Hagrid nodded.

A moment later Tom handed me a mug of something that looked like beer. "You sure this is legal?" I said nervously.

Tom grinned. "It ain't real beer, don't worry."

I slowly pulled the mug to my lips and took a sip. A warm, sweet, creamy drink flowed down my throat and into my stomach, warming my whole body. I wasn't sure about the flavor, but it was a rather cold day for June, and I welcomed the butterbeer.

"Who's this?" Tom asked Hagrid, referring to me.

"Arina. Williams' kid."

"What?! Really? I thought there was-"

I looked up quickly. "You know my father?"

Hagrid looked at Tom. "Erm, we'd better get goin', gotter lot to do, bye!" and pulled me outside.

We exited into a small sort of courtyard. There were some trash cans against the red brick wall, and Hagrid started counting and tapping bricks above the cans.

In a moment, the wall shifted and shaped into a huge arch. Hagrid and I walked under it, and suddenly I saw busy streets, with people rushing everywhere.

So this was Diagon Alley.

Chapter 3: Chapter 2
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I looked around. I had never seen shops like these. Madame Malkins Robes for All Occasions, Ollivander's: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C., Eeylop's Owl Emporium, it was incredible! "Are these Wizard shops?" I asked Hagrid, and he nodded.

First we went to a bank, "Gringotts", Hagrid called it. "Run by goblins, safest place fer anythin' 'cept Hogwarts."

"But I don't have any money." I said.

"You do." was all Hagrid said, and I couldn't get any more out of him.

We entered a tall, white stone building. I saw lots goblins, slightly shorter than me, with beards and sharp eyes. I hurriedly looked away. They looked kind of fierce and scary, but also intriguing, and I couldn't help turning back to look at them.

We entered and went to a counter where many goblins were sitting, busy doing stuff. Hagrid went to a goblin, and said, "We need some money from the Williams safe.", and handed him a key from one of his many pockets.

The goblin beckoned us to a large cart, and Hagrid and I squeezed in.

Suddenly, we were moving really fast! It was like being in a roller coaster, I almost put my hands up and started screaming. Beside me, Hagrid looked sick. In a moment, the excitement died down, and I felt nauseous too. I closed my eyes.

"Here we are!" came the gruff voice of a goblin, and I looked up. The vault. My vault. I stumbled out of the cart, and pulled some of the coins into a bag. Then I saw something sparkling. A ring. It was in my vault, so, it was mine right? Hagrid nodded when I asked but turned quickly away. I pocketed it. Something told me it was special.

When we left Gringotts, I wanted to go to get my wand, but Hagrid said we should do robes first. Clothes, ugh, I hated shopping for them, and I cared nothing about having the cutest or prettiest clothes whatsoever.

But when we entered Madame Malkins, I was pleased. The robes looked loose and comfortable, though perhaps a bit hot for summer. A plump little witch, dressed in all bright purple-ish color motioned to me.

"Hogwarts, dear?" she asked. I nodded, and sat down on a little footstool, and Madame Malkin pulled a long robe over me. She began to pin it up, and I looked around at interest at the different robes.

When we left Gringotts, we went to Flourish and Botts, the bookshop.

"Ye got yer letter?" Hagrid asked me.

I smiled. "I wouldn't lose it for the world."

Flourish and Botts was amazing, shelves filled with books of all kinds, and I wished I could sit there and read for ages.

When we were leaving Flourish and Botts another family came in. About six people, all with red hair and freckles, wearing slightly shabby clothes. They looked around for books, and I noticed there was a little girl, probably a little younger than me.

I took my chance and went over. "Hallo"

"Hi", said the girl.

"What's your name?"

"Ginny Weasley. What's your's?" 

"Arina Williams."

Mrs. Weasley turned to me with a look of surprise on her face, and opened her mouth. Hagrid nodded, and then shook his head.

So she just said, "Hello dear, nice to meet you. Are you going to Hogwarts?"

"Yup! First time!"

"Ron's in his first year too, and Fred, George, and Percy will be there as well." motioning to a tall boy about my age, a pair of identical twins, who gave me sharp looks, and another, older and more serious looking boy.

"Nice to meet you." said one of the identical boys solemnly, putting out his hand. I took it, and as he shook, I heard him say "Hey George, look, vanishing wands!"

I looked around, and saw that the boy was at the other end of the shop, talking to his twin. Meanwhile, the hand was still... shaking. I tried to pull it off, but it stood stuck.

"Fred!" said Mrs. Weasley reproachfully. But I laughed.

"Zonko's Joke Shop, best place to buy pranks." whispered Fred, seeing my amusement.

"Fred and George get them all." The boy who I think was Ron added.

We chatted for a little, and then, with a "See you at Hogwarts!", Hagrid and I left.

Hagrid took me to Ollivander's, saying "Best place ter buy a wand."

We entered.

A old man was staring at me, and I got the strange feeling his eyes were staring into my soul. Blink, I thought. He didn't blink.

"Hello." He said in a creepy voice. "Miss Williams, nice to see you. I remember your mother-" He stopped.

I turned around to see Hagrid mouthing something furiously at him. But when he saw I had noticed, Hagrid just grinned like a Cheshire cat. My mother? I thought she was not magical?

"Yes, well, let's get you started." Mr. Ollivander pulled out a tape measure. "Hold out your wand hand."

"Wand hand? Well, my dominant hand is the left-" I started.

Mr. Ollivander nodded quickly, and I held it out. He started measuring me. I looked around. Everywhere there were shelves with boxes of wands. I heard some noises in the corner, and I turned to see Mr. Ollivander talking in low voices to Hagrid, while pulling out boxes of wands. I heard "Dumbledore's orders!" "Still hasn't been found?" "Muggle-born..." I started to go over there until I saw the tape measure. It was still measuring me. I stared at it for a second, and then laughed. Of course! Magic!

"That's enough." said Mr. Ollivander, and the tape measure stopped and fell to the ground. He handed me a wand. "Oak, dragon heartstring, 7 inches, very flexible. Just wave it about."

I took the wand, and moved it around, but Mr. Ollivander grabbed it back very quickly. He handed me another ("Unicorn hair, elm, 13 inches) and the same thing happened. It happened again. And again. And over and over, until...

"Phoenix feather, willow, 10 inches." I took it and waved it about. Some gold sparks flew out of it to form the face of a sort of dog.

"Oh, yes! Perfect!" cheered Mr. Ollivander and Hagrid in unison, and I beamed.

"Yes, a mix of the wolf and the hound, yes, wild, but loyal, brave and kind, interesting..." muttered Mr. Ollivander, but Hagrid shot him a look and he stopped.

"What?" I asked. But Hagrid shook his head. I was getting more and more puzzled by the second.

After paying and leaving Ollivander's, we went to get a pet. I decided to get an owl, they were so beautiful, and they also carried mail in the Wizarding way! (I am a practical person.)

When I exited Eeylop's Owl Emporium with a small but fleet barn owl, Hagrid and I left Diagon Alley, got one more butterbeer, and took the train back home.

"Don't forget, September firs'!" Hagrid called as I waved.

As if!

It was only late that night when I realized I still had the ring in my pocket.

Chapter 4: Chapter 3
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The Alberry’s house was big, like a rambling ranch dressed as a cottage. They had a nice backyard full of fruit trees. But the best spot to play was the front yard.


The front yard had a tall tree with multiple important parts, including quite a few sitting places, swinging branches, and lookout spots, and this was where I found Katie the day after Hagrid’s visit.


“Arina!” she called. “Come on up!”


I tried to smile, wondering how she would feel when I told her the news. I couldn’t tell her which school I was going to, but I had to tell

her that I was changing schools.


Despite the fact that I thought Katie had written the Hogwarts letter, Katie Alberry was still my best friend. We played jokes like that all the time.


Once I was comfortably nestled in between some of my favorites branches, where I could relax and not have to worry about falling (not too much), I started.


“Katie, I have something to tell you.”


Katie looked at me and nodded, like she knew I had been about to say that. Best friends know these things sometimes.


“I’m changing schools.”


“Where to?”


“I- I forgot.” I hated lying to her, but what else could I do? I’m sorry, I’m sorry.


“What does the school specialize in?” There was an odd gleam in Katie's eyes.

“Just, er, school, you know.”


“Oh, nothing extra special?”


“Like what?”


“The arts, or medicine, or, even magic? I don't know." She said with a delicate laugh. She had hit the nail on the head, but I couldn’t tell her. She was playing her cards carefully, but I wasn’t sure why.


I pretended to laugh along with her. Katie’s laugh almost sounded fake too.


Suddenly, I thought I knew. No! Could it be? Was it true?


Katie’s eyes grew alight, and her long blond ponytail started swinging. “Oh, is it the one called Hogwarts or something? Or was it Wogharts? Warthog, that’s it!” Luckily, there was a school called Warthog school nearby. We had always laughed over it together. Lucky escape for her. But still...


Katie looked me straight in the eye. "Are you going to Hogwarts?" She didn't correct herself.


I nodded.


“My brother goes there too! When did you get the letter? Who came to talk to you? Dumbledore?” She squealed, dropping to the ground with a thump that made me wince and giggle at her agility.


“Yesterday! That’s where he went? No, a man named Hagrid! Oh, I’m so excited!” I exclaimed, answering all her questions, and climbing down sedately.


Wow. It was amazing. I was incredibly happy.


It was perfect. We would see each other much less often of course, but at least now we would know where each other were. I felt satisfied. Complete. Except-


“Did- did you get a letter?” I asked Katie. She shook her head. I felt awful. Here I was, imagining Hogwarts and learning magic, and everything, and she, she was being happy for me, even though she would have to return to normal school- Muggle school. That word sounded strange and unfamiliar in my thoughts.


"But never mind that, let's enjoy our time together while we can." Katie spoke cheerfully, but I knew deep down inside she was jealous, and admired her for her bravery.


I grinned and nodded. And enjoy it we did, with sleepover after sleepover, writing stories and songs, playing board games, and eating candy until dawn.


After that lovely month, I found myself on platform 9 and 3/4. Even I did not know how I got there.


Goodbye home.


Hello Hogwarts.

A/N: Okay, so I know that was an extreme coincidence, but I couldn't bear to separate them. In the books Harry didn't have Muggle friends, and maybe Hermione did not either. Or Muggle-borns just drifted away from their old friends, but I couldn't let that happen. This was just an extra chapter for fun. Now I'll get to the exciting part: Hogwarts!

Chapter 5: Chapter 4
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Dad and I were standing at the busy London train station with my trunk and my barn owl, who I had named Peace. The platform was filled with people, all rushing here and there.

I looked at my letter. "I'm supposed to board the Hogwarts Express at platform 9 and 3/4." I glanced up at the signs on the platform; platform 9, platform 10, but no 9 and 3/4. There was no 9 and 3/4! Just platforms 9 and 10, and in the middle a solid stone barrier. "There's no 9 and 3/4!"

"Well," Dad winked at me. "You are going to a school of magic..."

"Oh, of course." I rolled my eyes at myself. "But what on earth... ?" Could it be a mistake that I'm magic, and that's why everyone else sees platform 9 and 3/4, and not me?

"I wish I  was going to Hogwarts." whined a voice. Where had I heard it before?

I spun around, and found myself looking at a bunch of redheads. What were their names? Oh- right!

"Hi, Ginny, Ron." I said to them.

"Oh, hi Arina." said Ron, seeing me.

"Do you know how to get through the barrier?"

"You ru-"

"You run through the barrier." said one of the twins (Fred, I think), coming up to us with a grin.

"Er- really?" I said. I wondered if he was joking. I was born without magic you know, not without brains. I thought, but didn't say it.

"Don't worry dear. Don't stop, and don't be afraid you'll hit your head. Best do it at a run if you're nervous." Mrs. Weasley said comfortingly.

I looked to Dad, and he nodded, so I went for it. I ran quickly into the barrier, but instead of hitting my head, the area around me seemed to melt away. I emerged onto a new platform, full of people. A scarlet engine stood waiting by the platform. Looking up, I saw a sign reading HOGWARTS EXPRESS 11 O'CLOCK.

Dad was right behind me, breathless, and laughing, his dark hair standing up, saying "I forgot how much fun that was!"

I stared at him. Forgot?

"Have you been here before?" I asked curiously. "I thought we were non-magical- "Muggle" they call it."

"Huh? Er- "

But just then someone came by and said "You'd better stow your stuff on the train."

Dad and I heaved my trunk into the luggage rack.

"You probably want to find a good seat." Dad said quickly. "Bye 'Rina. Don't forget to write!"

"Ok. But where should I send it to? They use owls to deliver letters."  I smiled at the thought of Peace. "Do you think it would be weird if people saw owls flying to our house? It isn't a very crowded place, and I don't think anyone would notice."

"I might decide to stay somewhere in the Wizarding world if I can get a house, I'll send an owl when I am settled in. It'll be quite soon." Dad gave me one last hug, and I relished the feeling of family. With no mum, and Daisy far away, Dad was the only one I felt I had.

Then I stopped for a second. "Wait, Dad, I- uh- don't think you can live in the Wizarding world if you are not a wizard."

"Oh- better go quick, your train's leaving soon." Dad gently pushed me to the train.

So I let it be, and hurried to the train. "Bye!" I waved, and then got on. He waved back. Then I went inside.

I looked in each compartment, but most of them seemed full. Putting the trunk in the luggage rack had been slow, and the train was about to leave. Finally I found a compartment with three people: a pale boy with hair even paler blonde than Katie's, and two boys who were rather large and kind of frightening.

"Um, hi." I said, rather nervously. There was a look about the boy that made my nervous. "May I sit here?"

The blonde boy inclined his head regally, as if he was a king and I was one of his subjects, and the other two were his bodyguards.

"Are you a first year?" He asked.

"Yes." I answered.

"Know what house you'll be in?"


"I know I'll be in Slytherin, well, no one knows yet, but all my family's been there, it's pretty much given." continued King Blonde, "I wish we were allowed brooms, I'll bet I'm the best in our year. Do you have your own broom?"

"Broom? Well-"

"I'm Draco Malfoy, by the way."

"Nice to meet you. What are your names?" I got in finally, directing the last question at the bodyguards.

"These are Crabbe and Goyle." King Blonde/Malfoy gestured to them in turn.

I wanted to ask if Crabbe and Goyle ever talked for themselves (no, I was kidding, but still), but then Malfoy asked "What blood status are you?"

"What's a blood status?" I wanted to know.

"You know- pureblood, halfblood..."

"Oh, uh, I'm not sure. Are you asking about my blood type?"

"What? No! As in- well, what blood status were your parents? In magical-ness."

"My parents were not magical- er- Muggle, as you call it." I replied.

"You're a Muggle-born?" There was a certain look in Malfoy's eyes. Hungry, almost. Cold and aloof. But- slightly scared too.

"Yes- at least I  think so."

"You think so?"


"Well, I won't waste my time speaking to a Mudblood." Malfoy muttered softly. He got up and left the compartment. Crabbe and Goyle followed.

I shook my head, wondering what was up with that guy, and what a Mudblood was. Whatever. I thought. I pulled a book out of my bag and started to read. It was a course book, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander. Fascinating.

I was just getting into the book when the click of the compartment door brought me back to the present. A girl with thick brown hair was standing in the door frame.

"Hello, have you seen a toad? Neville's lost one." she said loudly.

I shook my head. "Sorry. I haven't."

"What book are you reading? Oh- Fantastic Beasts, is it? That's one of my favorites. I've memorized all the course books, do you think that's enough? I'm a Muggle-born. I hope I'm not too behind the class." The girl said this all in one breath. "I'm Hermione Granger, by the way."

"I'm Arina Williams." I responded slowly, my head in a bit of a whirl. "Nice to meet you. I'm sure that's enough, I haven't nearly memorized them all. We didn't have to, did we?"

"Well, no, but I thought I should." Hermione admitted. "You're Arina? That's incredible! Was it you-"

But exactly what I was I never found out, for just then a plump little witch with a trolley came in. "Anything from the trolley, dears?" she asked sweetly.

There were the most amazing things on the trolley:  Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs.... there were too many to count! I got some Cauldron Cakes and Pumpkin Pasties, as well as the blowing gum (I didn't care for jelly beans and I was suspicious of the chocolate frogs).

Hermione got some Chocolate Frogs ("I read that they aren't actually chocolate, you know." she explained, so I decided to get some after all) and some Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.

"Thank you!" we chorused to the witch with the trolley.

"You're welcome, dearies!" she beamed.

We sat down, and Hermione offered me a bean. I picked out a red one on accident. I don't love cinnamon. When I nibbled off the end, it turned out not to be cinnamon, but bell pepper (I thought), and it was actually pretty sweet and good, though it had a terrible aftertaste.

"Blech!" coughed Hermione. "I thought it was chocolate, but it was dirt."

I shuddered in agreement. We worked our way through the chocolate frogs, and I got a card with a picture of a kindly looking wizard on it. ALBUS DUMBLEDORE, it read. CURRENTLY HEADMASTER OF HOGWARTS.

And then a description of him:

Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.

"Whoa." I breathed. "This is our headmaster."

"Yes." said Hermione. "Do you know what house you'll-"

Again, she was interrupted, as a boy stepped into the compartment. "Hello," he said. "May I sit here?"

"Oh, hello, Neville!" Hermione said, jumping up. "Did you find your toad?"

Neville noded, his round face flushed with pleasure. "Yes, I did, finally. I put him in my pocket, and- hey! He's gone!" Neville wailed, delving into the corners of his giant pockets..

"Don't worry, we'll help you find it." Hermione took charge at once.

I got up and said "Yeah, we'll find it." But I was less sure that I let on. This toad seemed to be a master escape artist, our new Houdini. Still, I wouldn't like being in a pocket either.

I hurried to the next carriage, where, to my surprise and annoyance, I found King Blonde and his footmen. Determined to stay there as little as possible, I said "Seen a toad?" shortly, in the time it took me to stride across to the next door. None of them answered me, which didn't surprise me. I left at once.

While I walked across the carriages, I wondered about Hogwarts. What would it be like? And what was all this about "houses"?

I did not find Neville's toad, or anyone who had seen it (except one boy, who said "I saw a owl that looks like it would eat toads." I tried not to let myself think about that. I hoped Peace hadn't eaten Neville's toad.), so I went back to my empty compartment.

Hermione entered. "You'd better change into your robes now. I just asked the conductor, he says we shall be arriving soon." she told me.

I changed quickly into my robes.

"We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."

My heart rate began to quicken, as I stepped into the corridor, which was packed with students.

Once the train slowed down, and then stopped, we stepped out onto a dark and cold platform. Shivering, I looked for a way to follow, when I heard "Firs' years! Firs' years over here! All right there, Harry?" in a familiar voice. It was Hagrid!

"C'mon, follow me- any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now!" We followed him down a dark, narrow path, his lantern lighting the way. "Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec, jus' round this bend here." Hagrid told us.

There was a chorus of "Oooh!"s.

We saw that we were now on the edge of a huge, black lake. On the other side, rising high on a mountain, was a castle. It was breathtaking.

"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to some boats in the water. Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, a boy with messy black hair and glasses, and I got in the same boat.

"Everybody in? Right then- FORWARD!" Hagrid commanded the boats. Indeed, they shot forward into the lake.

As we floated across the lake, I took in the view. Hogwarts had a lovely campus. We floated under a dark tunnel, and then into a harbor, where we got out.

Hagrid, who was making sure no one fell into the water as we got out, said "Oy, you there! Is this your toad?"

It was Neville's toad, and he happily took it with a "Trevor!".

We followed Hagrid up a pathway and then some stone steps until we were at the castle door. 

"Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?" Hagrid checked. Then he knocked.

When the door opened, we were greeted by a tall witch who had her black-as-a-raven hair tied up in a tight bun. She was wearing green robes.

"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall."

"Thank you Hagrid, I will take them from here."

All of the first years walked across the gigantic front hall, and then the Professor showed us into a small chamber. We huddled together.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your Houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your House will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your House, sleep in your House dormitory, and spend free time in your House common room.

"The four Houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each House has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your House points, while any rule-breaking will lose House points. At the end of the year, the House with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever House becomes yours.

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in from of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting. I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly."

For a moment, before she left, I saw her eyes come to rest on me. They widened, and then she blinked, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Then she hurried away.

I tried to smooth my hair down, and look neater. The chamber was quiet. A few people talked in low voices, and Hermione whispered about spells.

So that's what Houses were! I really hoped the Sorting wouldn't be hard, I had learned very little magic. I wasn't like Hermione, who seemed as if she had learned everything the school would teach us before it had even started. I had only read my books. And practiced some wand movements.

Suddenly, I heard screams. I turned around and started. Everyone gasped. A line of about 20 ghosts came gliding along, with white, transparent skins. I heard them talking to one another:

"Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance-"

"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost- I say, what are you all doing here?" A second ghost, dressed in a ruff and tights, saw us.

The Friar beamed at us. "New students! About to be Sorted, I supposed?"

I nodded.

"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff! My old House, you know."

Professor McGonagall entered just then, saying "Move along now." The ghosts flew away.

"Now form a line, and follow me." commanded the Professor.

Everyone formed a line. I was at the back behind a tall boy with dark hair and skin. We walked out, and shortly after, we went through a pair of double doors. Now, we were in the Great Hall.At least, I thought it was the Great Hall, for it was very large. It had four tables where students were, and one table for the teachers. There were plates and goblets and dishes on the tables but they were all... empty. It had many sparkling candles, which were floating above the tables. And the ceiling- it looked like the sky. Clear black, and glittering with stars.

My heart started thump, and my breathing got faster. What would the Sorting be like? And it was in front of so many people!

I looked in front of us, where Professor McGonagall had put a stool. On it was a- hat. It was a very used looking hat. It was pointed like a witch's hat, and it looked faded and worn.

Suddenly, the hat moved. Then, a gap near the brim opened, and the hat began to sing.

It sang:


"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"


At the end, everyone clapped very loudly. The hat bowed, and then became still. It was time for the Sorting.

Professor McGonagall unrolled a long scroll of parchment. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat, and sit on the stool to be sorted. Abbot, Hannah!"

A girl girl with thick blonde plaits and a pink face stumbled to the stool, and put on the enormous hat, which fell over her eyes. A moment later, it yelled "HUFFLEPUFF!"

Thank goodness. I thought. You put on the hat, and it sorts you. This was relieving, but I was still I bit jittery about the though of being sorted.

I didn't pay much attention to the Sorting, until I heard "Potter, Harry!"

People everywhere started whispering.

"Did she say Harry Potter?"

"It's really him?"

"The Harry Potter?"

The Harry Potter was the boy who had ridden in the same boat as I had, the one with messy black hair and green eyes and glasses. There must have been some big thing about him that I didn't know.

A few moments later, the hat shouted "GRYFFINDOR!"

I was at the end, since my last name started with "w", so after "Thomas, Dean" and "Weasley, Ron" became Gryffindors and "Turpin, Lisa" was a Ravenclaw, I got my turn.

"Williams, Arina!"

I heard a few strange gasp-like noises as I sat on the stool.

I slipped the hat onto my head, and it fell over my eyes. As I looked into the blackness, a voice whispered into my ear. "Where to put you, where to put you.... hmmm...."

I squeezed my hands.

"Hmm, brains, I see, and lots of loyalty... courage, more for others than yourself, hmmm, what do you think?"

"I don't know, but please put me in a good house-"

The hat could evidently hear my thoughts, for it said "They're all good, my dear, but I see which ways you are leaning... You certainly don't fit in with the past, no doubt about that, but what you have to do... I wonder... Willing to try new things... Strong, that's definitely taught you to be strong..."

My hands were getting clammy and I sensed impatience outside of the hat. I was sure it had not been too long, but everyone was probably getting hungry.

"Alright, I think we'll put you in-"


So, where do you think she'll go? Please guess in the reviews! What shall it be?

Sorry I haven't updated in ages! I was still trying to decide what will happen to Arina! Thank you for reading and please review! Also, how do you feel about the length of the chapters? Are they too short? Are they too long and boring? Do you think I should have made this two chapters, or do you think I included too much or too little canon?






Chapter 6: Chapter 5
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"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat to it's excited audience. I carefully put the hat back down and walk over to the Gryffindor table, sitting between Hermione Granger and a girl named Lavender Brown.

"SLYTHERIN!" yelled the hat at the next moment, for a boy named Blaise Zabini. Professor McGonagall took away the hat.

Just then, a tall man with a long white beard, who I could only guess was the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, stood up. "Welcome! Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"

He sat down, and everyone cheered. I felt slightly amused, but was also aware that everyone else looked perfectly solemn, so I just said to Hermione, "That's our headmaster, right?"

"Yes. He's brilliant-" She started, and I thought she was about to ramble off about him, which I wouldn't really have minded, but instead she took a large bite of roast chicken.

With a start, I realized that the plates in front of me were filled with the most delicious things: roast beef, boiled potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, lamb chops, roast chicken, pork chops, treacle tart, and so much more! I started eating. It was all wonderful.

"So, when did you find out you were a witch?" I asked Hermione, curious about whether everyone got a surprise letter, or if they just knew.

"Well, no one in my family is magical, so it was a great surprise when I got the letter! I'm ever so excited of course, I've heard it's the best school of magic!" She replied. "What about you?"

"No one in my family's magical either- at least, I don't think so, and at first I thought this was all a prank!" I laughed, remembering my annoyance at the letter.

Hermione smiled, but then she furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you sure that no one in your family-"

Just at that moment though, a boy down the table asked her to pass the carrots, and when she turned back around, she said "Have you tried the carrots? They're very good, at least, I think so. I normally don't like steamed carrots, but these are very sweet and tasty, I wonder if they used a caramelizing method of cooking..."

"Yeah, they're pretty good." I agreed, slightly puzzled over this sudden change in conversation.

Only when Hermione started talking to Percy Weasley about lessons did I wonder about what she had been going to say. My family? How would she know my family?

My thoughts were interrupted by a "Hey, Arina!". I turned to see an older boy with blonde hair and bright blue eyes exactly like Katie's. "Katie told me you'd be here."

"Michael?" I wondered. Of course, Katie's brother!

"Long time no see! Great that you've got into Gryffindor- best of them all. You should probably write to Katie tonight, by the way. She'll bite your head off by tomorrow if you haven't." He grinned.

I laughed. "Yeah, I will."

"Well, see you around. We've got more classes this year though, studying for N.E.W.T.S., we have them this year, you know. Highest exams, they decide your career."

"See you." I replied, thinking How funny: newts! What a strange exam name.

Michael continued to talk with a boy next to him, and I ate some treacle tart, wondering about what Hogwarts life would be like. One thing I knew: Hogwarts had good cooks.

The things I didn't know? Too many to count.


That night, lying on my four-poster bed in my dorm room that I shared with Hermione, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, and Rosalyn Schwartz, I thought over the day. It hadn't been too bad, no one had expected me to spew out magic like I had done it all my life. The one thing that stuck in my mind was Professor Dumbledore's warning after the feast: Don't go into the third floor corridor unless you "wish to die a very painful death".

What could be in that corridor? And death?

But after I puzzled over this, I finally dropped off, deciding that I would have to think on it tomorrow. I had a strange dream that night.

The Sorting Hat started hopping about, singing "I know a secret, wouldn't you like to know it?" Then Hermione joined in, kicking out her feet and singing the same words smugly. My father came into the picture, too, holding a letter and saying "You'll have to wait and find out.", very calmly. Then, Katie came into the picture. She screamed "You didn't write me a letter!", which was true, I realized. And at the very end, a woman who looked exactly like me said "I'm your mother, Arina. I'm sorry I left you. I'll try to come back soon."

Then everyone chanted "Soon! Soon! Soon!", and then Katie did her special imitation of an evil laugh, showing off a ring on her finger. "The secret's in the ring!" She whispered gleefully.

I woke up suddenly, thinking The ring. The one from Gringotts. I didn't know why, but for some reason, I had to see it. Even dreams as crazy as that one could have shreds of truth.

When I got home that night after going to Diagon Alley, I put the ring in my special pouch. The one that my parents gave me. It seemed very important. I was sure I had put it in my trunk, at the bottom, and I rummaged around in it. It was dark, and I didn't want to wake my dormmates. Finally, my hands closed around a small silk case. I pulled the string to open it, and stuck my hand inside.

It was empty.

Except for a tiny scrap of paper. It was warm, as if it was hot off the press. As I unfolded it, it grew hotter and hotter, and I had to use the corner of my pajama top to finish, when it got too warm to hold.

When I finally opened it to reveal the message inside-

I screamed.

Ooh, what is it? Sorry I had to leave you hanging there, but I couldn't help it. It was just the right spot! I know this was a really short chapter, but I just wanted to stop there. So? Were you surprised by the house choice? Please let me know in the reviews, as well as what you think is going on with the scrap of paper! Thanks for reading! Sorry it's been so long!

- Lumione :D

Chapter 7: Chapter 6
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"Arina! Wake up!" Parvati Patil swatted my face with a pillow.


I rolled over and looked at the clock. "It's too early." I groaned. There were two more hours until breakfast, and I wanted to sleep for at least one more.


"Maybe you're so sleepy because you were up too late." sniffed Lavender.


After I got the piece of paper out last night, I got a glimpse of some words. Then it burst into flames.


Right on my lap.


That's why I screamed.


Then, in the blink of an eye, the flames were gone, and so was the paper. Not blown out. Just there- and then disappeared. There wasn't even a smell of smoke.


My scream woke my roommates, who were... well, grumpy was an understatement. They didn't believe my "flame theory". 


"Oh yeah, you wake up to find a piece of burning paper? That suddenly disappears?" Parvati had scoffed.


"You're going to bring everyone up here! And you woke me up!" Lavender said irritably.


"Are you sure that's what happened?" said Hermione anxiously. She was the only one who seemed to partly believe me. "If so, you ought to tell a teacher."


"No, it's fine." I said hurriedly. I still wanted to keep my discovery to myself. Especially the part about the message on the paper.


No good comes to thieves.


What did it mean? Was it about the ring? I hadn't stolen it, it was in my vault, and Hagrid told me I could, right?


The ring and paper were both gone. The paper vanished along with the flames, and I looked everywhere, but didn't find the ring. All that remained was the little pouch and the message in my mind.


Too much awake to go back to sleep, I decided to take a jog before breakfast. I slipped on some normal (Muggle, I guess) clothes (robes are too hard to run in), and rushed out to the grounds.


As I went out the castle door, Rosalyn Schwarz brushed passed me.


Out of all the girls in my dorm, Rosalyn was the one I knew least about. She hadn't said a word all through the evening, not even at night when I woke everyone up. She had just thrown me an annoyed look.


Right now, she didn't spare me a glance, she just started running, her long curtain of dark hair hiding her face.


I started to jog too. "Out for a run?" I asked Rosalyn, and then realized that the answer was obvious.


"What else does it look like I'm doing?" Rosalyn replied.


That was the first time I heard her voice. It was quiet, like she was reluctant to speak, but her words were stubborn.


"Do you like running?" I asked, as we passed the quidditch field.


Rosalyn shrugged. "Like it, no. Need it, yes."


I was puzzled by this short answer, and inquired further. "Why do you need it?"


"What do you run for? To get away from things." Her voice was sharp, and she ran ahead.


I was kind of surprised, but if she was going to be disagreeable, I didn't want to talk to her. I veered to the side, running down the hill to the lake. I sprinted down, feeling like I was flying.


I remembered doing this on the hill behind my house. My sister and I would run down and then lie in the grass. It was also a good place to sled in the winter.


I slid to an abrupt stop right next to the lake, feeling a twinge of sadness. That was all a long time ago, and I had not seen Daisy in a long time. She was working far away, and all I had of her in the past year or so were some letters, and a short visit. Even then, though, she looked pale and tired, and she slept all day. And Dad was always busy with his projects at work.


So I had learned how to have fun by myself.


"Don't be late for breakfast!" shouted a voice to me, and I looked up suddenly to see Rosalyn jogging away.


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At breakfast, when I was eating some toast, a small, a colony of owls flew into the room.


"What is that?" I asked Ron Weasley, who was sitting next to me.


"Ow-ail" He replied, his mouth full of scrambled egg.




"Owl mail." He repeated, after swallowing with difficulty.


"Ahhh." I said. A large, black owl swooped down and neatly dropped a letter on my lap. Ron threw me an envious look as he wrung the coffee out of his letter.


I smiled when I saw the name Katie Alberry. Oops. I hadn't written to her. It read:


Dear Arina,

Hi! This is so cool! Meet my owl, Polnoc ("Midnight" in Slovak). Isn't she beautiful?

How's Hogwarts? What house did you get into? Tell me all the news!

I miss you so much! It's so dull around here, with no one to play tricks on.

Today our school started too, and it's really boring without you. Mr. Asper said that we shall learn about historical myths and stuff, and I couldn't hold back a giggle when he started talking about "false 'sightings' of witches and wizards". He glared at me, and moved me to another spot. He's really on the warpath this year; he moved three people and at least two got lines to write.

Tell me when you have your first classes! What are they like? Who is your favorite teacher?

There isn't much news here. Willow is pining for you. Ha! Get it? I know, I know. My jokes need work.

Anyway, I miss you so, so, so much! Write back SOON!

Hugs and kisses,

Kat of Katrina


Late that evening, I picked up a quill and wrote:


Dear Katie,

Polnoc certainly is beautiful! Great name!

Hogwarts is fun! I got into Gryffindor. Classes are interesting, but really hard. I don't really have a favorite teacher. They are Professor Flitwick, Sprout, McGonagall, Quirrell, Binns, and Snape, but Michael's probably told you all about them.

Hahah! I'll bet those were real sightings. I read that they have to use Memory Charms for people who see wizards and witches. Poor you! Is that the same teacher who let us go on a field trip to the sweetshop last year?

Tell Willow that I miss her too! There are no dogs here, only Mrs. Norris the cat,  who belongs to Filch, the caretaker. Your jokes rule! It's okay if only I get them (wink). I miss you too!  Luckily for me, the Weasley twins, two Gryffindor third formers, are ALL about tricks. And finding ways to sneak out of Hogwarts.

Tell me all about what's going on back home!


I paused, my eyes traveling over to my trunk, where I had buried the pouch. Katie was my best friend. Could I tell her about what happened last night? I added:


Something strange happened last night. I had kept something in a little pouch in my trunk. Last night, I had a strange dream and for some reason, I felt I needed to find the it. I opened the pouch, but it was empty, except for a scrap of paper.

I unfolded the scrap of paper, and it grew hot. When I finally unfolded the miserable thing, it was burning me. Then it burst into flames, and disappeared.

Isn't that strange? Do you have any idea of how that happened?

Write back soon!


Rina of Katrina

P.S. Please keep the burning paper a secret.


I slipped down to the owlery and found Peace. I gave her the letter, and she flapped off. "To Katie." I whispered. "Take this to Katie."


This was the first time I had used owl mail, and I was hoping it worked.


I was walking quietly back when I turned the corner and walked wham! right into Professor Snape.


Yikes. I thought. "Sorry, sir." I said quickly, and tried to rush off, but he put out his hand to stop me.


"What are you doing out at this time of the night?" Snape's voice was cold, giving me the peculiar feeling like I had just jumped into the lake.


"Uh..." I stuttered. "Posting a letter?"


"And you are?"


Oh no. I groaned inwardly. Have I already broken a rule? But I was sure that there was time before we were supposed to go to bed.  I hope he doesn't take points. "Arina Williams, sir."


"Williams?" He stared at me for a moment. "You seem nothing like-oh! Very well. You'd better get back to the common room, there's only half an hour before bedtime. And don't let me catch you out like this again."


"Yes, sir. But-" I silenced myself. I didn't want to lose points on my first day. Snape glided away and I fumed. It wasn't even bedtime yet!


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Dear Arina,

Who's Filch? And Snape and Flitwick? Sprout? Are you kidding? Michael doesn't tell me a thing about what happens at Hogwarts. I write him a nice, polite letter, saying: WHAT'S GOING ON? TELL ME! And he writes back: Stop it, I'm studying for NEWTS.

What are NEWTS?  You'd better not reply that you're studying for some nastily exhausting exam too.

That is so weird! Was anything written on the paper? What was in the pouch?



An impatient Katient


Dear Katie,

Filch is the caretaker. Snape, Flitwick, Sprout, and Quirrell are professors, along with McGonagall.

You really do write nice polite letters! So does your brother! I would just ignore you (just kidding, I would send you a Howler ;).

What is a Howler? It's this letter where when you open it, you hear the message of whoever sent it (usually a screaming one, because they're mad at you). On mine, I would screech "I AM STUDYING."


A day ago, Rosalyn got a Howler. A very loud voice screamed "What did you do? WHAT DID YOU DO? You miserable, terrible child! Don't ever do that again!" over and over.


I wondered what Rosalyn had done. So far, it didn't seem like she did anything. Except run, maybe.


Back in the moment, I continued.


NEWTS are Nastily Exhausting Wizard Tests (haha).

The thing was


I hesitated. I wasn't sure if I wanted to share this. But how else was Katie to understand?


The thing was a ring. There was a message before the paper disappeared: No good comes to thieves. But I'm not a thief, because I got the ring from my vault at Gringotts (the wizard bank). Got to go now!




I did have to go, it was our first Potions class with the Slytherins. I wondered what Potions would be like. So far, the most exciting class was probably Transfiguration or Charms, mostly because those were the ones where we did the most.


The most boring class was History of Magic, the only one taught by a ghost. Professor Binns had a low, sonorous voice, and he droned on and on, making everyone want to go to sleep.


There was also Herbology, with Professor Sprout, where we learned all about plants, and Astronomy every Wednesday at midnight.


And Defense Against the Dark Arts. That sounded the most promising, but it turned out that Quirrell seemed kind of scared of his own job, and his classes were not very interesting.


I finished my toast and Hermione and I went upstairs to get our books for Potions. Rosalyn was up in the common room, scribbling at a letter.


"We have double Potions now." Hermione reminded her, and Rosalyn looked up, her eyes scornful.


"I know, Granger. Would you like to tell me how to get to the classroom too?"


"Shut up." I told her, as Hermione opened her mouth.


"It's in the dungeo-"


Rosalyn glared at poor Hermione, who shrank back slightly.


"Come on." I murmured to Hermione, dragging her up the stairs.


We were soon seated in the straight-backed chairs, down in the dungeons. I shivered in my seat. It was cold.


As Snape called roll, I looked around the room. There were many jars along the walls, filled with strange things.


When Snape came to my name, he gave me a sweeping look. "And... Arina Williams."


I nodded slowly.


Snape swept around the room as he called out names, his long robes falling to the floor, and almost hiding his feet. For a second I had the strange idea that he didn't have feet. Then, of course, I looked at him and was reminded with a glance that Professor Snape was definitely not a ghost. He was very life-like.


"You are here the to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making." He whispered. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don’t expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses … " For a moment, just a fraction of a second, Snape's coal-black eyes glowed like an inky sky. Then it was gone, and the cold, dark, endless holes were back. He continued. "I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death – if you aren’t as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."


I shivered again, this time not from the cold. He was a bit too life-like.


He stopped speaking, and complete silence reigned in the room. I looked at my classmates: Hermione, who looked feverishly excited; Lavender and Parvati, who seemed mildly interested; Harry Potter (who had apparently defeated the greatest dark wizard that ever lived, hence the excitement about him) and Ron Weasley, who shared a look; and Rosalyn, who seemed to be taking no notice at all of what Snape was saying, and was possibly asleep.


"Schwartz!" Snape suddenly spoke, his voice sharp. "Are you paying attention?"


"What else is there to do?" Rosalyn drawled. I guess she is awake. She'll get into trouble for that.


Snape seemed to double in size, and he loomed over the class. "Does it amuse you to relate the obvious?" Snape sneered. (There was a snicker from the Slytherins.) "Five points will be taken from Gryffindor House."


Hermione looked positively furious at this, and turned a mega-glare onto Rosalyn, who shot a look back.


I sighed. It was going to be a very long lesson.

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Chapter 8: Chapter 7
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Once Potions was finished, it was time for lunch. And then an afternoon off! Woohoo!


Just as I was sitting down, Rosalyn rushed up to me.


"Yes?" I said, not too pleased.


"Is this for you?" She asked, holding out a letter.


I took it.


To Arina Williams


"Where did you get it?" I said, trying to keep the suspicion out of my voice. Had she taken my letter?!


"Your owl." Rosalyn said. "She seems to like me."


"Oh, er- thanks." My cheeks flushed slightly. Peace preferred Rosalyn to me.


I opened the note, which said:


Hi Arina,

I know you have Friday afternoons off. Would you like to come have tea with me? I want to know all about your time at Hogwarts.



I quickly wrote a reply: Sure, thanks, I would love to. See you soon!


I went down to the owlery to give it to Peace. The room was big and filled with owls, and soon I saw Peace, her bright yellow eyes shining. She fluttered down to the window sill next to where I was standing.


"Take this to HAGRID." I told her firmly, giving her the letter.


She turned and flew... back inside.


Right to Rosalyn, who was standing in the middle of the owlery as if she didn't quite know what to do.


"Get off!" Rosalyn waved her arms as Peace pecked her affectionately. "Why does she like me?"


The same question was in my head, but I didn't say so, I just shrugged, slightly annoyed that my owl seemed to dislike me. "I dunno. Which owl's yours?"


"Leise." Rosalyn turned to look at a snow-white owl.




"It's "quiet" in German. Because, you know, he's an owl."


"Ohhh." I smiled in spite of myself. "It's pretty."


"Thanks." Rosalyn slipped a letter to the owl, who turned and fluttered out the window. Peace, eyeing him, did the same. I smiled. Hopefully the person Rosalyn was sending a letter to would not get my hurriedly scrawled note as well as Rosalyn's letter.


Rosalyn cleared her throat. "Erm- sorry for losing points today."


"It's okay. But you really ought to be more careful." I couldn't help adding. Then I braced myself for Rosalyn biting my head off.


Rosalyn smiled. "I know. Especially since my mother wants me to be nice to Snape, cause-"


She stopped, as if she had let out more than she meant to. 


"'Cause what?" I asked, curious.


"Nothing." Rosalyn said quickly, her eyes shifting around the room.


And then she turned and left, without saying goodbye.


I stared at the door. What had she been trying to say?


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