The beginning:

Chapter 1:

Arabelle sat quietly at the back of the room. She skimmed her eyes over all the other students working away at their potions. She felt so placid and invisible...Her family was not rich, they were not magical in any way or form, the fact that they passed away earlier this year didn't really change much. She didn't really miss them, or their abusive lifestyle. Arabelle had been at Hogwarts since her first year. She had whitnessed the arrival of Voldemort ( whom killed her parents.), the great Harry Potter and his friends always saving the day, the humerous yet cruel ways of proffessor Severus Snape. Now it was her 7th year in Hogwarts, the Gryffindor trio sat right at the front, some more of the red housemates scattered across the room. Mixing with her green Slytherins, she didn't really fancy the house placings. The hat had announced a poem for her when she was placed into her house it went a little something like this-

"Well young lady it seems to me, you're cunning so in slytherin you shall be.

But if I were to place you in gryffindor then your courage would outshine them all,

You're to tough for hufflepuff, To tall for Ravenclaw.

Slytherin shall be the one, as you my dear are not dumb."

Arabelle couldn't really remember the entire thing but it was something like that, she didn't really care though. No one talked to her at all. They ignored her...It could be because she looked to unapproachable. Her hair hung around her face, much like proffessor Snape's. But Arabelle's hair was quite long, it stretched out over her shoulders and down her back. She always had it half up half down, it was to thick to be worn out. And if she wore it up then everyone could see her face, and she didn't want that. Arabelle had penetrating green eyes, they were intense. You could get lost in them quite easily. Her lips were lucious and thick, they had a little bit of a red tint to them. She had no freckles but, one. And people mostly described that as a beauty spot, just above her upper lip, towards the right a little bit.

Arabelle continued to watch her classmates from under her fringe. There was nothing interesting going on, sure she enjoyed potions. But someone always tried to screw hers up for her, proffessor Snape never really spoke to her. And even if he did she never said anything, he scared her...That was the truth. Arabelle thought about what scared her the most about him...

' His eyes...They are so, so dark completely black. That man has so much inside but he hides it well with his eyes. And his voice, so deep...It makes the hair on your arms and the back of your neck stand up.'

Arabelle finished her potion, it was meant to be life elixer. Quite a hard potion, but not to hard. Arabelle had finished some time ago, but not wanting anyone to think she was smart...Or even actually think of her she waited. Usually the last one to hand in her potion, she always got high marks though. She watched as Proffessor Snape used his sarcastic comments on the Weasly boy, and waited until he left. But not to long, just as Ron was walking out the door she came to the front of the room and placed her potion down on the table for her proffessor. He stood at the door hands folded across his chest, his eyes following her every move. Arabelle made her way towards the door and began leaving the room, her eyes never leaving the floor. She hugged her books that she was carrying tighter to her chest.

Her body stopped as she heard the slight clearing of Snape's throat.

" Ms Fleek. Next class please, don't be the last student to hand in their potion, or work of any kind. Aspecially a Slytherin, from my house." The last three words spoken came out like ice, enough to make the hairs on the back of her neck jump right off. Arabelle mustered the smallest of speaking voices she had left at that moment and replied with-

" Yes proffessor. Sorry, it wont happen again." Her voice was not nearly as low as Snape's. It was not high either, it was extremely soft. But loud enough to be heard, and it was on the borderline of being a high pitched voice. Yet it was so mellow and calming.

She walked through the halls of the school, unseen to anyone. No hellos or heys, which was how she liked it. Sure it got lonely...but, she was used to the isolation. Her feet carried her to the library, her best friends lived here, Authors of various books that she loved to read. She walked to the back of the library, finding the section she enjoyed reading from. - Rare and difficult spells. She ran her hand along all the books on the shelf searching for one that might catch her interest. Finally her hand came to stop on a velvet black book, the writing was crimson red shining at her. Willing her to pull it out. The title read ' Wiccans advanced spells, to defend and attack.' Arabelle smirked at the title, she liked the wiccan series-the authors had written most of the books she had read. Except for

' Fine potion brewing, by potions master Severus Snape' Of coarse he would author his own book. Arabelle smiled and took the book with her, it would be fun to read by the lake after lunch. She had a free period after all.

Arabelle made her way to the great hall at a very slow pace. Her mind was still on the book she had just found, sure she had learned many spells over time. Even thought about making her own, she was still checking what happened when you mixed latin words together. But this particular book really had caught her eye. There was just something about the title...Advanced she never thought of herself as a very advanced witch, but nevertheless she was still going to try them.

Arabelle was literally knocked out of her thoughts as she crashed to the ground with a thud. She dropped her books ( not that many, just 3) one of them falling flat open making some of the pages get rippled. She looked up to see that it was her own housemates that had run into her, a certain one in particular. Draco Malfoy, who had been giving her the shits ever since the first day she arrived. But the pompous boy just smirked at her and laughed with his friends.

" Stupid mudblood, such a clumsy girl Fleek. Your family was always so rotten." Arabelle just glared at him from under her long fringe, he seemed to just join as many words together as he could in a sentence, which was not even amusing for her. Arabelle watched the hallway clear out towards the hall, she didn't want to be the last one in there...She switched her gaze back to her books that she had dropped. Her eyes caught a certain velvet black one with crimson writing. That had landed face down and open.

" Damn it..." She cussed in a mumbled tone.

" Ms Fleek, language." She saw a long cloak skimming around the feet of her proffessor. She looked up to meet his dark gaze.

" Sorry, proffessor." She gathered her two text books and was about to reach for the wiccan book when proffessor Snape bent down gracefully and picked it up. He turned the book so that he could see the cover, tilting his head a little bit in interest. He looked back at Arabelle raised his eyebrow and smirked. Without warning he took out his wand and in a hushed tone pronounced.

" Repairio" his sleek voice echoing in the halls. The pages that were damaged from the fall began to unfold themselves and flatten out. Arabelle stood, and kept her eyes to the ground. She saw an outstretched arm with the book in it and took it with a slight nod.

" Thank you professor, sorry for the inconvinence." she said hesitantly. She then walked past him quietly, but swiftly and headed towards the great hall. Her hair flowing behind her.

When Arabelle finished her lunch she headed down to the lake. The one place she loved to unwind and settle down when she had a long day. She took her usual seat on the big boulder near it, and placed her two text books beside her. Shortly after opening the new book she found today. She began to read the introduction, it told her of the history of wiccans. The spells she was about to learn, and so on and so forth.

Arabelle checked the time using a tempus spell, it was close to curfew. She grabbed her things and walked at a quick pase towards the slytherin dormitrys. She made it just in time, walking past silently all the people sitting in front of the fire. She went up the stairs that led to the girls dorm. Passing Pansy who was sitting on the bed directly near the door.

" Hey...It's Arabelle right?" Arabelle stopped in her tracks at the use of her name. No one ever spoke to her.

" Y-yes..." Arabelle turned to face Pansy.

" You don't talk much. I realized that in our first year. But I have a favour to ask, you don't have a potions partner. And I need a new one because we all know that goyle is hopeless at potions, I think the only reason he took it was because of Malfoy. But anyway, would you mind if you were my partner? Please I promise I wont do anything to screw it up, and if anyone tries to screw it up i'll...I'll tell them off!" Pansy stated with a fist in the air and a small smile. Arabelle thought about it for a moment, she wouldn't mind having someone to talk to every now and then.

" It's fine...You can be my partner"

" Thank you! Now I wont get into trouble off Snape!" Arabelle nodded and smiled. Then she made her way over to her bed, took out her books and began reading. This time she was reading a book on potions, it always came in handy because you never knew what Snape wanted you to brew.

Arabelle woke at 6.00am, she found her change of clothes and pulled her robe out from under her bed. Her suitcase didn't have that much in it. She walked to the showers, taking as long as half an hour. She put her robe around her, she had long jeans on and a simple white skivvy to keep her warm underneath. As it was winter at Hogwarts, the beautiful snow had only just begun to fall.

Arabelle arrived at her transfiguration class just in time. She took her usual seat which wasn't directly at the back, just towards it. She watched as Mcgonagall walked to the front of the room persing her lips as the hufflepuffs and Slytherins gathered, all mumbeling.

" Well it seems everyone has something to talk about. It better be about being able to shapeshift, because it was your homework. If your conversation is about something you did at hogsmeade" Mcgonagalls eyes lingered on a group of hufflepuffs at the front of the room then she continued.

" Then kindly end your conversational barters." The conversations all died down as everyone began unpacking their things.

Arabelle sighed, sometimes she just hated transfiguration. She had applied for Defence against the dark arts. But there were no teachers available to teach it.

' I was really looking forward to doing D.A.D.A this year, I can't believe they actually let us pick subjects. But of coarse the one that I wanted to do the most had to get dropped. Well the free periods never go to waste.' Arabelle came out of her gaze to hear someone calling her name.

" Miss Fleek, I see you seem to be off in another world. Well, if you please. Come to the front of the room and show everyone the homework that I gave for the weekend." Arabelle sent daggers with her eyes towards mcgonagall.

' Great the homework...Turn into an animal of your choice.' Arabelle stood slowly and ignored the eyes that followed her to the front.

" Ha Fleek, I bet you couldn't even transform an ant into a flying bug!" Another deathstare was sent to Malfoy.

" Mister Malfoy, You will not speak of someone in that manner. It's even more perposturous that you're talking like that to one of your housemates." Said mcgonagall harshly. Draco snorted.

" That girl, doesn't belong in Slytherin. She doesn't belong in this school. Filthy mudblood."

" Draco Malfoy! Your father will be hearing of this, you will leave the room this instant and I believe it is time that you and miss Fleek both spoke to your head of house! For now you.will.leave"

Draco stood slowly smirking, of coarse. And left the room grumbeling about stupid mudbloods.

After whitnessing the name calling, and the stupid words thrown at her. Arabelle just stood at the front of the room.

" Please,continue Arabelle." Arabelle didn't like it when people used her first name, well mostly because they didn't really know her. She took out her wand.

" Imobilus transfurium" She audiated, quite elligantly too. Arabelle's form startedto shake a little bit and before you could blink, she had turned into a small jet black cat. She sat there staring.

' I hate this...Everyone staring.'

" Ohh marvelous miss Fleek! I see you did do your homework. Please do return to your natural form." Arabelle changed back to her normal form, took her seat. And waited for class to blurr by like it normally did.

After atending herbology, growing some kind of plant unknown to her. Arabelle made her way extremely slowly to potions. She was not in the mood for another Draco match, and the fact that she had to talk to Snape and Draco and explain the whole damn story...God it was annoying. She hated talking.

" Hey! Arabelle!!" Arabelle turned her head to see Pansy running up beside her.

" You still don't mind if I sit with you today? That was really cool how you changed into a cat in transfiguration by the way! You have to show me! Please!" Arabelle smirked a little bit.

" Um Hi, Yes it's fine if you sit with me. And I don't mind helping you with the morphing thing, or whatever it's called." Pansy giggled.

" Thanks, I really appreciate it!"

They made the rest of the way to potions silently.

Pansy and Arabelle took their seats at the back. Watched the room fill with Gryffindors and Slytherins, and took out their equipment for the day. Nearly everyone jumped from their seats when they heard the door to the classroom slam shut, some people even straightened their backs.

" Take out your text books, copy the information from pages 120 to 122. When you're done start your potions." Proffessor Snape stated smoothly, but using the sharpness he always did.

" What! Blimey you have to be joking! We can't get our potions done in that time!" Snape turned swiftly his robes flaring out behind him, he was over at Ron's desk within 1 second flat.

" Mr Weasly, I suggest if you do not wish for a months detention. You will write faster." His glare deepening as he spoke. With that Snape turned and sat gracefully at his desk.

" Harsh..." Whispered Pansy. Arabelle nodded her eyes still towards the front, before she knew it Snape had looked up and was glaring at Pansy and herself. The two girls looked away quickly and began flipping their textbooks to the page that was instructed. Arabelle's eyes grazed the page, there were basically no paragraphs, and it was just two whole pages full of writing. Instructions and history on the potion that they were about to make. Arabelle began writing, she was finished within ten minutes. Everyone else was still on the same page. Pansy looked up and gasped.

" How are you finished already??" Arabelle looked at Pansy.

" Sorry, what?"

" You're finished? Writing?" Arabelle smiled modestly.

" Yeah...I'm used to writing fast." Pansy sighed and whispered under her breath ' I wish I could write that fast.'

" I'll get started on the potion. Arabelle stood and headed towards the ingredients cabinent, she began looking for the ones she needed. Snape raised his eyebrow at her suspisiously.

Arabelle continued getting what she needed, she got enough for a second batch for Pansy as well. When she turned her eyes widened, although you couldn't see them for her hair was covering most of her face. Proffessor Snape was standing over at her desk, flipping through her note book. Arabelle walked hesitantly towards her table. She saw Pansy staring at her for help, well in a more paniked look. Sure Snape was their head of house, and he was a little bit easier to get along with then how he was when Gryffindors approached him, but he was still a feared man even to his own students.

Arabelle stopped at the foot of her desk, Snape placed her book on the table. Looked at her sneered and brushed past her. Pansy seemed to let out a breath she had been holding. As Arabelle sat down Pansy poked her in the arm.

" What the hell was that? He was like checking to see if you had done your work or something?" Arabelle just shrugged and began working on their potion, she might as well make a batch for Pansy as well. After all Pansy was being nicer to her than anyone had ever been. Pansy finished her work within another 12 minutes, looking at the clock they only had 20 minutes left. And it took atleast 30 minutes to brew a potion...She began to panic.

" Oh no...Arabelle...we only have 20 minutes left, and it said something about brewing for 30 minutes!?" she whispered furiously. Arabelle looked away from the flask that she had just finished filling up.

" Don't worry I made enough for your potion as well." Pansy's face lit up.

" Wow are you serious! Thank you sooo much!!" Arabelle smiled.

" It's fine, I don't mind. I'll just take these up." After labelling the flasks with their names Arabelle walked to the front of the room, never letting her eyes leave the challenging ones of her proffessors. She placed the flasks down on his desk. Turned and walked back to her seat.

Finally the bell rang, Pansy said goodbye to Arabelle and apologized for leaving her with the mess from the coldren and potions ingredients. Arabelle didn't mind though because she was used to cleaning it up anyway. Finding herself to be yet again one of the last students in the classroom, except for a different reason this time, Arabelle quickened her cleaning pase. She could feel Snape's eyes on her.

" Miss Fleek, before you leave may I have a word."

" y-yes sir." Arabelle collected her things and put them into her back pack, walking casually up to her proffessor. Who was now leaning smugly against his desk. Arabelle stood in front of him waiting.

" Miss fleek, it has come to my attention that. Mr Malfoy, has been treating you very disrespectivly. And I for one, don't approve. I have already spoken with him alone, but I think it will be more beneficial if we sort this out with the both of you." Arabelle looked away and sighed.

" Sir I don't mean to be rude, I know what you're saying. But honestly, I don't care what Malfoy says. His words mean nothing to me, he hasn't done anything to harm me physically, and I just really am not in the mood to hear his voice for a long time. Sorry but I don't think we need to take it any further than you speaking to him." Snape raised his eyebrow. Then slowly brought it back down.

" You're not being rude miss Fleek. I understand, but I do urge you to inform me if he does anything further to disrupt you. I know he does try to infuriate your potions a lot. I have spoken to him about it before." Arabelle nodded.

" I will inform you, thank you proffessor." She began to leave.

" Oh and ms Fleek...Good work today. I would appreciate it if you actually handed your things in when you finish them, and not wait until other people finish theirs. I know you're smarter than you show, and I would like it if you showed it more often. Merlin only knows I need smarter Slytherins, Draco is a clear example of what I don't want." Arabelle gasped, Snape insulting a Malfoy? She never really thought she'd see the day.

" O-ok sir, I will sorry." She had no idea why she apologized so much to this man, but he had some kind of power over her.

She left the classroom in thought, her hair flowing behind her.

End chapter 1:

Oh my god I don't think i've ever written such a long chapter in my life. I hope you enjoyed it! Sorry if it dragged on for to long. You see my internet wasn't working well it isn't at the moment hopefully it will be so I can post this chapter, but it wasn't working and I just continously wrote and added to this chapter. Normally I write a bit then add it but you know...It just happened. Anywho i'm sorry about not really portraying the characters that well. I gain interest and then lose it, what can I say i'm a writer! Well this is my story to let all you fans out there know i'm back. I haven't been updating my stories, or writing any new ones for a long time. And i don't think i'll be continuing my naruto series. I'm so sorry but i've just gotten so sick of it. OK sorry you didn't have to read this entire authors note, but thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it and reviews are appreciated! :) They make me write a lot more.