AN Hello again to all those who have seen me before and welcome to hose who haven't, i apologiese i havent updated recently in fact in quite a while but im experiencing terrible writers block and this story is going to help me cure it, i hope you injoy this story too, and i hope to update my storys soon.

There may be people who are quite confused as to why i have so many unfinished stories, and the answer is because i have too many characters in my head and if i dont release them then i cannot write at all. I hope to update 'A light thats blinding' and 'Fire glitters, Wolves howl' soon.

Enjoy, and thank you.

Love Tigraess Cora.

Summary-

Aira had been told she's a witch,shes okay with that. But with Dumbledores unusual behaviour towards her and the forbidden forest calling her,shes having doubts to whether she is what they say she is, her magicks different to the others, then theres them... The ones that haunt her every movement. The moon calls her and sings her to sleep but its breaking her heart. She can't find were she belongs and she was promised she belonged here, it would seem they were wrong. People are taking an interest in her but not all are in her best wishes Trying to fit in with every step she takes but it the closer she gets the more she becomes an outcast. Her unusal gifts are causing the dark to gather and plot and shes at the center of their scemes. Will Hogwarts be her salvation or will it be the cause of all her tears?

She watched as the giant octopus and the mega shark fought to the death, teeth and tentacles became blurred and the sea churned red as the two behemoths wrestled in the depths for no other reason than because there was nothing else to fight; two sea monsters fighting for ruling over the sea but neither one winning. As the two monsters fought she only felt sympathy for them, the two were awoken and knew nothing more than to feed, which caused the government to try to kill them. She understood why the men in suits wanted the ice age giants dead as they were killing thousands and compromising ecosystems and the like but she couldn't help the sympathy she felt for them as they killed each other.

Arabella was nothing other than bored as she watched the movie for the hundredth time, there was nothing else for her to do. Every book in her room has been read more than the recommended amount and every movie she owned she was able to create the script before the actors even began their scenes; all in all she was so bored she was actually considering counting the blades of grass in her back yard; if she was allowed out for once that is. Arabella was sitting in her medium sized room, it wasn't the normal sixteen year old bedroom, and in fact it didn't feel like a bedroom to her; more like a den or a safe haven. Her walls were painted an icy blue that reflected the sun's rays and her raven and sapphire bed was large and acted as her own personal island where no one else could gain entry. Her 'den' was decorated with blacks and icy colours and ravens and the like, to anyone other than her it would seem cold and unwelcoming but to her it welcomed her and she felt at home in this one room; she fitted in well also with her icy looks.

Arabella Rath stood at five ft eight, quite a tall height for the average female but it suited her figure well, she is lithe with long strong arms and long legs, a quaint wee waist and not an overly large bust but more on the smaller size, her figure screamed flexible and supple, willowy even, not strong and unwavering; but despite what it looked like Arabella was all those contrasting qualities. Her hair was ice white that glittered like diamonds or like the snowflake glints in winter, no other tone was seen in her ice white hair, no brown, no blonde or red, it was devoid of everything but that icy white. Her skin tone was like milk and her eyes contrasted against each other proudly. One eye, her left eye, was an ice blue that glistened and seemed to sparkle while the other one, her right eye, was silver that seemed to swirl if one were to look for long enough; if one were to have the courage. Her hair flowed behind her and hung to her lower back in a wave like shape, it was full and thick but not wild, and all her hair was swept out of her face while two icy bangs framed her pale face and stopped just below her jaw line. Her contrasting eyes were framed with long but white eye lashes that made her eyes look frosty, they had no colour unless mascara was applied; Arabella Rath gave the term 'Ice Queen' a whole new meaning.

"Damn I'm bored" she murmured as she lay across her bed; legs in the air and head nearly touching her pine floor, her soft voice drifting throughout her den.

Her musings were interrupted by the familiar scrapes on her balcony window, Arabella's face lit up with a brilliantly white smile as she flitted over towards her window to let in her long time friend, her only friend.

"Seff!" She cried happily to the large wolf as he entered her den, his head bowing in a greeting to her as he padded over towards his usual spot on her double bed.

Seff was a massive white and grey wolf that had always been in Arabella's life, he was wide in the shoulders but was all muscle and tank-like but held a grace that could outshine any predator, his large paws left wet paw prints on her wooden floor and his nails clacked with every step he took. Seff was overly large for a wolf and had onyx coloured eyes that held an intelligence that did not suit his animal appearance, if you were too look closer you would find the raven under coat that had a bluish tint to it that gave Seff's coat an unusual yet beautiful look, his fur almost seemed spiked and jagged. As far back as she could remember Seff was always there, he was an immortal piece in her life that never seemed to age, but she pushed those thoughts away as she nimbly leapt onto her bed and scratched the fluffy patch on the back of his neck, as she ran her fingers though his fur she relaxed her coiled muscles and just listened to him breathe, she needed him, he was her confidant and her friend, her protector and her family. Sure she had her mum and her dad but they just didn't feel like family, she always felt like an outcast in her own home.

As Seff nuzzled his large and frankly very heavy head into her lap, Arabella began to loose herself in her thoughts but before she was able to truly fall down that peripheral rabbit hole a voice interrupted her. She felt herself literally growl in response and Seff himself snarled at the door; he never was fond of Mr and Mrs Haggard and he always showed his dislike happily.

"Arabella!" Her mothers straining voice rang out as she hollered up to her daughter, an action she never had to do as Arabella would have been able to hear her mother even if she had of called her normally; her hearing ability was uncanny. Her mother sounded strained and all out stressed. Arabella cringed at the full use of her name, no matter how many times she asked her not to, her mother still managed to 'forget'.

"What?" Arabella hollered back, she closed her eyes and she tried to gain enough control not to snap at her mother. Seff grumbled and puffed angrily on her lap and nuzzled himself deeper into her side in an attempt to keep her there.

"Come down a moment please dear!" Arabella instantly began to worry, every time her mother sounded like that she ended up in trouble, Seff snarled at the door at hearing her mother's words, seemingly understanding them and objecting fiercely. Arabella instantly tried to calm Seff and stroked his head before hopping up fluidly and walked down towards the kitchen where she was instantly confused at the vision before her.

Her mother and father were standing side by side and both were looking very strained and quite furious but what really worried her was the quite funny looking man who looked as if he had just stepped out of a childrens book; his long and scraggly beard hung past his belly button, his dress, or rather 'robes' were of a purple colour and had moons and stars on them. His face was aged and worn but his twinkle that shinned in his eyes seemed to give him life. As soon as Arabella walked into her kitchen his eyes landed on her and fixed them onto her, 'like a leach' she thought idly. The other man had her worried, his rugged and tired appearance made him seem dangerous and unpredictable which had her instincts going wild. Danger! Danger! He screamed at her. Arabella swallowed her fear and raised her head defiantly, showing no fear in front of the two strangers

"Yes?" she said, her voice was strong but did not give away the fear or the insecurities she felt as she stood in front of them.

The wizard looking man smiled at her, as if trying to ease her fear, but his smile didn't effect her the way he had planned; she backed up and arched her back, as if readying herself for an attack. She couldn't help the distrust she felt for the man as he smiled at her, his kindness did not reach his eyes, instead his eyes seemed confused or frustrated, maybe even a bit possessive. She couldn't understand it, she couldn't grasp why she didn't trust this man or why she felt the need to protect herself, but something in her, some instinct was snarling and barring its teeth at him. 'Maybe it's just because he's a stranger too me, maybe its just some weird defence mechanism I've managed to create.'

"Hello Arabella, I am Professor Dumbledore and my college here is called Remus." At the mention of his name 'Remus' managed an awkward little wave and a tired smile, what she assumed was a greeting. Arabella cringed at her full name again and tried not to hold this against the man. Then Professor Dumbledore stuck out his hand and offered it to her to shake, an evaluating look in his twinkling blue eyes. Every fibre in Arabella's body was screaming at her not too, she had no idea why though because they seemed nice enough people. But his outstretched hand had her arm tense and her body coil as if wanting to swipe it off or even run from him. She couldn't understand her reaction to this nice looking man, even if her instinct normally served her brilliantly.

The room seemed to get colder as she debated with herself and her skin seemed to tingle for some unknown reason. Arabella stared at the professor's outstretched hand as if it were a poisonous snake coiled and ready to attack her, she couldn't help but tense her muscles encase this was a trick to hurt her, because she wasn't exactly normal. Yes, she was perfectly aware of the fact she was not one hundred percent normal and to be perfectly honest she was, in every way, okay with it. She started to notice she wasn't 'normal' a while ago actually, when she noticed how her windows would 'frost up' and spider like webs of frost would creep up and practically engulf her windows when she would cry, also due to the fact that she would cry ice, it would instantly freeze when it left her skin, how sometimes when she would want to go to a place, say to get a book at the other end of the room she would instantly find herself there. Then factor in she jumped off her balcony one night because she simply 'felt the need too' when it was snowing and how she proclaimed that the moon made her strong in a weird state and didn't even get a bruise. Also because that night she was in her pj's that could be more classed as underwear and she wasn't even cold… in fact she felt warm. Also because of the fact other weird things started to happen, like lost things she was searching for would appear beside her. Her appearance itself gave away her abnormality and on many of occasions Arabella spotted markings and designs across her back and even on the palms of her hands, only for them to disappear when she tried to really look at them. Then there was the fact about Them, but then again, the simplest explanation about Them would be that's she's crazy, yes that would be so much easier and a lot less terrifying.

She shook her head clear, ignoring all the more reasons and evidence that she wasn't normal and straightened up and shook the professors' outstretched hand albeit with extreme controversy in her head and hesitance but she still shook his hand.

"Aira." She replied shortly and retracted her hand after a firm shake. "What do you want?" Was her reply to the two strangers, it wasn't her intension to be rude, just direct but unfortunately her mother picked it up as rudeness.

"Arabella Rath! Watch your tongue!" She scolded yet never taking her beady eyes off of Professor Dumbledore and Remus and yet also managing to make it clear that they were to call her Arabella.

Mrs Haggard was a woman that wanted nothing more than to out-class and be better than 'the Jones'. Her dishwater blonde hair was curled in large curls that were neatly pinned back and it was cut just above her shoulders, Mrs Haggard sported the nineteen fifties model housewife hair style and was neatly primed and pressed, not a single hair was out of place and her welcoming, if obviously strained and fake, smile was sickeningly wide and her voice was always sugary sweet towards guests. Her dull brown eyes and well made up face, accompanied with the stereotypical apron around her waist completed the picture of the perfect housewife. Her Father on the other hand was tall and slim, his grey suit was perfectly pressed and his coal black shoes were polished to perfection to the point were if Arabella were to wave her hand above them its reflection could be seen on his shoe. His greying black hair was slicked back neatly and his glasses hung and the end of his nose as he stared at the two men in his home; he was the stereotypical nineteen fifties husband, the only thing Mr Haggard was missing was the briefcase… which was out in the hallway, under the hat stand.

Arabella merely scowled down towards the immaculate floor and bit her tongue as a sharp remark found its way to her, with her anger she could feel it; the reason why they were here. It crept up her back and as she clenched her pale fist a light dusting of frost crept across her knuckles and the wind outside screamed and wailed, the slight dusting of snow had turned into a raging blizzard. Her skin tingled and as the other two people watched her in fascination they could of sworn that she glimmered for a second, like her whole body shimmered and changed slightly but they put that down to the fact with every breath Arabella took an icy trail followed. Arabella could feel herself shimmer and she could feel the temperature dropping drastically, and although she preferred it immensely from the high and warm temperature that she found claustrophobic she knew she had to calm herself or this talk with her guests would go from hard to impossible. Meanwhile Remus and the Professor were speaking about Arabella mentally.

'Did you see that professor? She does seem like she belongs with us, maybe you were right.'

'Indeed I did Remus, it would seem she is special. I've never seen such magick, she could be of great help to us. Look at the child Remus; she is the perfect, for lack of a better word, Ice queen.'

'I am looking Professor but she seems different. Are you sure she belongs with us?' Professor Lupin looked at the young girl in front of him and true to Dumbledore's word he did she an 'ice queen'. Her icy hair and her colourless face, with not even a smidge of colour in her cheeks did scream 'ice maiden' to him, and her icy blue eye did fit in well, but that other one didn't fit in with her icy looks at all and the way she held herself, it screamed important, regal; whether the kid thought of herself as such was another thing or maybe it was drilled into her when she was young. With those parents he wouldn't be surprised if it was.

"I'm sorry but what are you doing here? It's quite late and there is a storm brewing outside." Mrs Haggard's sickly sweet voice interrupted the two Wizards mental musings. "We wouldn't want you to be stranded out here all night until that dreadful weather cleared."

Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat and spoke with a warm smile directed towards Arabella's parents, "We came here to offer Arabella a place in Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry." Dumbledore then turned his twinkling eyes on her, he seemed excited and eager, but she just felt confused. A witch? Well that would make sense, if he was telling the truth and not some crack pot then that explanation seemed viable.

The whole room went silent, frigid even, Mrs Haggard's right eye twitched and her whole body tensed and that sickly smile was now cracking and falling while her father, Mr Haggard was turning a shade of purple that did not suit his already rosy complexion at all. It was Mr Haggard who was able to speak first.

"What do you mean? She has the best homeschooler in the state, I don't see how your school could better her already prestigious education." His voice was strained and it looked as if he would combust, he choose to ignore the fact mentioned about wizardry and witchcraft but they both new were this was going but until Dumbledore actually called her a magick wielding witch, they would not blow up.

Professor Dumledore sighed and shook his head, he knew that these parents would not react well to the news that their daughter was a witch but he had to tell them, he had to offer her a place with them before someone else found her, he needed her on the side of the light. Arabella on the other hand didn't feel worry as the professor was about to tell them her biggest secret, she was surprisingly ok with it and if they truly loved her they would accept her for who she is.

"Your daughter is a witch Mr and Mrs Haggard, she has been blessed with gifts that outshine the normal human limits, you should be very proud." Professor Dumbledore smiled at the two adults in front of him and silently prayed that his smile would soften them, he pleaded silently that this would not turn out like he thought it would. It took all of about two seconds, it took two seconds for Mrs Haggard's smile to fully disintegrate, it took two seconds for Mr Haggard to combust, it took all of two seconds for her parents to turn on her and it took two seconds to realise that this meeting was one that was going to go unbelievably wrong, and it took two seconds for Mr Haggard to lunge for Professor Lupin to try and haul him out of his house. Arabella Rath knew that this was going to turn catatonic and that she should really try and diffuse the situation at hand.

"Its still me mom, I'm still your Arabella, I'm still your daughter." She cringed mentally as she used her full name, her voice was strong but humble has she tried to calm her parents, "I'm still your daughter dad, nothing's changed, I'm still your little girl."

Arabella's words stopped her father short of Remus's collar, he turned round to her with an unreadable expression in his eyes, his face however was a different story, it was contorted and twisted in a half snarl that was directed towards Arabella.

"You're not my daughter! Some unwanted little witch that scum couldn't take care of." His words were filled with anger and hate, all directed at Arabella.

She staggered back as if his words were like some physical attack, her breath caught in short rasps and her heart shattered, and she grabbed the counter to catch herself; spiderlike webs of ice cracked through the counter top under her touch. Her head spun and she felt her eyes well up and a lump form in her throat, everything had been a lie, she thought to herself. Through teary eyes she looked towards her 'father' Mr Haggard. Her mind raced and her heart thudded leadenly in her chest as it shattered; the air around her shimmered and icy trails left her mouth in sync with her rasps.

"You're my dad, I've always been here, I've always been yours." Her words were watery and forced, she couldn't see his eyes as she stared at him in hope, she prayed to some god that what he said was a lie, a cruel lie only meant to hurt her because of what she was, a witch. It was just the shock of things, she reasoned to herself, he's just finding it hard to handle that his daughter's a mutant, that's all. Just shock.

Mr Haggard snarled at her, his eyes wild with fury and his muscles tensed and ready as if wanting to strike Arabella, "No! You appeared at our doorstep, we took you in, you're not ours. Obviously your real parents didn't want a witch as a child. I only wish we could of found out so we could of gotten rid of you sooner!" Mr Haggard spat out the word witch as if it would burn him.

"No! You're a liar! You're just in shock! You just want to hurt me! I'm your daughter!" Arabella was shaking and her chest was beginning to ache, a cold feeling was seeping into her bones and muscles, it didn't hurt her but comforted her and as Professor Dumbledore and Professor Lupin watched her they noticed her image shimmer again only this was more aggressive; as if she was struggling to keep what ever it was 'up'. Remus studied her and noticed how she smelt 'off', his keen werewolf sense of smell had picked it up instantly but the scent seemed to get stronger, and he noticed how her image seemed to change but was too rapid for him to adjust and actually see it. He racked his brains for all he was worth as he tried to place were he had smelt that type of scent before, he recognised certain aspects of it, such as the flowers and sweetness but hers had an added extra of a dark frozen night and a certain sweetness that seemed to lure him in. Professor Dumbledore however was trying to neutralize the situation at hand, he was trying to get into Arabella's mind and defuse her shaking and her unconscious use of Magick as the temperature began to drop considerably were it almost hurt as it bit his skin and it would seem that if she wasn't calmed then they would be snowed in with those retched people as the blizzard snarled viscously outside; as if it itself was angry at Mr Haggard.

"You're a liar." Arabella's voice was ice cold and even caused her parents to flinch as icy tendrils filled the air as breath exited her mouth, frost danced over her chiselled cheekbones and crept over her knuckles and around her fingers and crawled up her arms, it gathered at her feet as spider webs were spun on the wooden floor from her feet as the sheer coldness radiated out of her. Professor Dumbeldore was horrified to find he could not delve into her mind but only received what kids would call a 'brain freeze' and had to retreat. As both he and Remus looked at her they both new this was going to get out of control fast, they watched as she sparkled like the glints on snow and watched as the frost, albeit slightly dark looking frost, crept over her body and weaved its way through her icy hair; right now she looked more inhuman than the professor had ever seen. Dumbledore had seen many witches and wizards that had an uncontrollable side to their magick, they were powerful but had refused to allow their magick a way out so it had manifested itself in anyway it could, he had seen young wizards with changing eyes and witches that seemed to morph into an animal. He couldn't see that human aspect to her, he saw a child who was born of snow and ice and was too perfect to be human, not perfect as in looks but perfect as in the way she seemed to radiate and the very presence she gave off had the prickles on the back of his neck rise, she seemed feral and wild, not of this world. Not perfect as in the type of perfect that made men fall on their knees in awe but the type of perfect like a diamond; even with its cuts and even with grime on it, it was still glittering. Dumbledore reasoned with himself that as soon as he got her to Hogwarts this 'leak' of magick would stop and she would have full control.

"Liars! We cannot lie yet you have spun lies to me since I can remember! Every time you claimed the rewards or benefits to being a parent you lied, every time you scolded or yelled at me you did it with no right or authority!" Arabella whirled round in a movement too fast for even Remus's eyes, as she blurred through his vision, and stood toe to toe with her 'father'. Her fists were clenched forcedly by her sides and her hair flickered and convulsed as it was caught in the icy winds that wailed throughout the house and kitchen. Arabella breathed heavily and purposely on her father and let the biting winds do just that as the frost bit its way up his jaw and into his mouth, his lips taking a bluish tint to them. "You're a liar that will never know what its like to be truly loved, and I hope you are happy as you took away, no you threw away, the only chance you got close to it. I could have pretended you know, I've become quite good at that. I would have pretended and we could've been the way we were. Sure you didn't truly love me and I never belonged with you but we could've just pretended."

Arabella's voice seemed to age and freeze, she seemed possessed even and due to the fact she was saying things that made no sense even too her had both the professors worried.

Arabella's father tried to breathe in but all he managed was a quick rasp before ice bit the inside of his throat, as he looked into her eyes he couldn't see the daughter they once had, yes she was what made them the perfect family but she wasn't really theirs. She was for image and as he looked at her, Mr Haggard grew pale at the thought of this girl taking her anger out on him, with the ice she was breathing out already cutting his throat raw Mr Haggard was beginning to see stars as the lack of oxygen was getting to him and her vice like grip digging into his neck wasn't helping his predicament either.

"You are a liar." Her voice was arctic and her eyes seemed to haze a bit, like she was lost even. "I hate liar's."

The cupboard door's banged heavily, the glacier winds mauling them and all other objects that it came into contact with. Mrs Haggard was on the verge of passing out, her hair was nearly being dragged off her scalp as it lashed about in the gales that were attacking the house, her lip trembled and the tears in her eyes were almost trailing down her face, although those were not for losing her daughter, but at the fact her perfectly and delicately made up life was starting to unravel.

Dumbledore had had enough, he had seen parents react badly to the news that their children were witches or wizards but this had to be the worst by far, he took hold of his wand and pointed it into the air, he made a movement with his hand as if creating a whirlpool, then all of a sudden, the winds froze and halted, and Mrs Haggards wailing and tears stopped and Mr Haggards rasping stopped too; time had stopped.

Arabella whirled round to the two wizards, she took in Dumbledore's look of calm and also the fact his wand was still in the air.

"What did you do?" she accused, her temper still not entirely diminished.

Dumbledore looked at the child curiously, her hair was still flickering but the wind had been frozen and the frost was still creeping across her skin, his spell had no effect on her.

"A simple spell Miss Rath, it freezes all muggle's and stopped the magick effecting them."

"And why did you cast that spell?" Arabella's voice was cold and emotionless; her eyes seemed to glitter just as much as her glittering hair.

Dumbledore coked his head, he couldn't understand the child in front of him and he disliked that immensely. "I did it dear child, so that we could talk in piece without a raging gale force wind knocking us silly." He said with an amused twinkle in his eye.

Arabella studied the two wizards with a critical eye, she took in all her options. She could live on the streets because her parents would be sure to kick her out, or she could go with the two strange wizards to a place she'd never even heard about… it was a simple choice, "Tell me about your school Professors."

Remus smiled at her, and for the first time, actually spoke, "Hogwarts is the most prestigious school for witchcraft and wizardry in Britain, and amongst the top three schools in the world. It will be the perfect place for you to learn how to control your magick and to make friends without fear." Remus smiled kindly at her, and his brown eyes showed nothing but concern for her.

"And how would I pay for such a prestigious school such as Hogwarts professors? I have no money and wouldn't be able to work and go to the school at the same time. How would that work?" Arabella cocked her head to one side in a challenging maner, a habit she had had since could remember.

Dumbledore said nothing and studied her while Remus laughed, "You won't have to pay for anything child, Hogwarts recognise that this is a special case and will provide for everything. There's no need to worry." He said while another kind smile was sent her way.

"Well then Professors, take me away to your school of witchcraft and wizardry." She smirked at them, and before their very eyes, the frost that had danced across her skin sunk into her skin. Arabella grabbed a piece of paper from the kitchen counter and drew a snowflake and then coloured it in black. With the signal placed on the foot of the stairs, she turned round to her two wizard companions.

"Were's the first stop Professors?"

Dumbledore continued to study her and said nothing so Professor Lupin took it upon himself to answer, "To get you your wand of course."