A/N: Sorry it took me longer than expected to post this story. I had some trouble with a friend. I hope you forgive me and I hope you enjoy the final book in this trilogy! I will probably change the title to this story. Just a fair warning.
Prologue: Year One
Areyah Eileen Granger walked through the doors to a massive room full of students at long tables and adults, who were most likely the teachers, at a table in the very back of the room; where she was headed. The other students with her all looked nervous. Some were wringing their hands, while others had beads of sweat running down their faces. Areyah, on the other hand, did not show her nervousness. She had been expecting to enter this room since she was six years old. Her grandmother had sat her down and explained how her mother had been a witch. She explained that all the things she could do with her mind were because she was also a witch.
Areyah had asked about her father on countless occasions to anyone who would listen, but they all gave her the same answer. "You don't need to know who he is." It frustrated her beyond reasoning. She wanted to know and everyone refused to tell her anything. She couldn't remember him, though she knew he had been there when she was first born. He sent her money every month that she never saw any of because it was child support. But he also sent her gifts every year for her birthday. This year, he had sent her and early present.
Somehow, he had known she would be going to Hogwarts instead of the private school he had paid for. On August twentieth, she had come from Diagon Alley with her grandmother to find a beautiful owl on her bed with a letter in it's beak. It had been from her father, who had told her to keep the owl if she wanted. As soon as she had decided to keep it, a cage had appeared with the essentials for taking care of an owl. But she had also received something else.
Over the summer, a silver haired man had come to visit her. He had explained all about Hogwarts and what she would learn there if she decided to go. Before he left, he had handed her a black notebook filled with what looked like diary entries. She had asked him who it was from and who had written in it. He had told her that her mother had written in it while she had been at Hogwarts and that he could not divulge the person who had asked him to deliver it to her. She knew it had been her father. Who else would have her mother's diary?
She had read half of her mother's diary already. So far, her mother had never mentioned her father's name. Or, if she did, it was magically revealed to show him instead of his name. Right now, she was reading about her mother's tragic time when she had an old friend try to rape her. Pierre. She had stopped when she had read his name. She didn't think that Pierre was her father. No, that wasn't possible. Pierre was in Azkaban and would be for the rest of his life. She wanted immensely to know who her father was so she could meet him, understand why he left, get to know him. But it didn't look like that would be happening.
Now, here she stood, in front of the crowd of first years as they each went to the stool as their names were called for sorting. When Areyah's name was called, she smoother out her black robes and her straight brown hair before sitting on the stool and facing the crowd of students. Her black eyes glimpsed only a few curious glance before the hat covered her eyes, forcing her to listen to the antics inside her head.
"Hmm…plenty of courage….a brilliant mind…cunning. You wish to prove yourself among these witches and wizards. Alright. SLYTHERIN!"
Areyah jumped down from the stool and walked to the Slytherin table that was cheering for her. She saw the reason fro their cheering instantly; a teacher with straight black hair and a smirk on his face was clapping vigorously for her. And she had no idea why.
The first day of Areyah's classes went by quickly. The second day, however, was one Areyah would never forget. Her first Potions class.
Areyah was the first student in the classroom and eagerly took the front seat row. The rest of the students filed in and sat down. The last boy in the classroom was a boy named Harry Potter Jr. and he was forced to sit next to her, despite his obvious revulsion by her. The boy had flaming red hair and piercing green eyes. Areyah thought that he was being very rude toward her. He did not even know her. Why did he act like that?
Professor Snape came billowing in the room and took roll call, pausing at her name and the name of the boy next to her. He was the son of Harry J. Potter Sr. and Ginny Potter. He was in Gryffindor, like her mother had been. The day before, her housemate, Scorpious Malfoy had warned her that Gryffindor's were bad news. He had warned her that if she knew what was good for her, she would stay away from them. Areyah's mother had been in Gryffindor. She knew there was nothing wrong with them so she did nothing but scoff at his warning.
Throughout the Potions lesson, Snape watched her and Harry intently. He gave five points to her for the correct answer, but not to Harry. Areyah had expected this. She knew from her grandmother the stories of her mother and Snape's favoritism towards his own house. But Areyah didn't like it. She knew she never would. And she also knew that she would never take a liking to Snape, no matter how many points he gave her.
