So, I was just watching Prisoner of Azkaban and I realized that if someone wanted to change things, it should have started from here, you know first step to help Sirius. I thought of a character who knew about everything and was little confused whether to change everything or not.

I am big fan of Supernatural and Harry Potter, which you will learn on reading the story. The girl Arianna is strong, funny - it would take sometime this is just the first chapter.

I hope you like it. I couldn't help just write the story with my character Arianna Song.

I awoke with a start, shooting straight up in a bed, gasping and completely unaware of my surroundings, feeling completely exhausted for no reason at all.

Wait a minute.

I woke up.

How come I woke up was a mystery to me? Don't you die or something when you commit suicide.

Was this heaven?

Because if I believe Supernatural show, then Hell would hurt like bitch.

God please, let Castiel exist.

After waiting for a minute and getting no answer from Castiel, I decided to divert my attention to my surroundings. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light, only to see things that I was completely unfamiliar with.

Where the hell was I?

"Oh you are up," my head snapped towards the sound coming from a girl who was peering through the door. I blinked twice and rubbed my eyes when it didn't change, trying to see through the hallucination.

I was dreaming, I was totally dreaming. My eyes were wide and my jaw was almost touching the ground.

"Get ready, we are leaving in an hour," she said and left ignoring my gawking.

Was it my imagination or was she really the bushy haired, know-it-all bookworm Hermione Granger?

Coz Emma Watson can't be tiny again?

Wait a second why wasn't I dead?

I clearly remember I was lying on the couch waiting for death. My hands were bloody, like a scene from a horror movie where the character commits suicide by cutting her veins. But I was killing myself. So it was just a matter of time for me that I fell asleep and die.

Why I wanted to die in the first place?

Because I simply had no reason to live for, I had nothing to live for actually. I was an orphan, I never knew my parents. I was left at the door of the orphanage when I was one and there was only a single note with me, in which only one name was written- Arianna, which ultimately became my name. The attendant loved listening to radio and she told me that I sang well when I tried to imitate the voice of the singers that I heard, due to which they gave me the last name Song. I was adopted a lot of times but every time I was sent back to orphanage without any explanation. Why? I really wanted to have an answer to that question myself. I didn't know the reason but it was something weird I concluded soon. When I was ten, a family adopted me. I was cautious after being rejected so many times, but they loved me, cared for me and I really began to think that finally, I had a family of my own. But then all on a sudden they left me like others, abandoned me just like that. They just left the town without me and went somewhere else to live. I waited for them for a while but they never came back for me, the fear in their eyes when they dropped me at the orphanage made me scared sometimes. That year there was a minor fire accident in the orphanage.

Eventually I accepted the reality that no one would ever want me and I would always be an orphan and focused on working hard to be something and get hell out of this hole of shit. While the caretaker was a bitch, she let me attend the school when I scored the best marks in my trial year. Each one of us got the opportunity to go school when we were 10 and if we scored well then we could continue, otherwise we were schooled by Miss Nancy in the orpahange, who was the worst teacher I had ever met. The school provided the scholarship and I forgot everything else and studied hard.

But everything changed in high school, since I was an early bloomer; boys started paying attention to me even if I was wearing the hand me down clothes. Soon I started getting invites to cool parties and after persuasion from my new friends, I became one of the party crowd, getting drunk, being high… oh the joy of being a junior. The pain and loneliness just faded away. So were my dreams to become a graduate and lawyer, they went down the drain. My SATs were bad, teachers started complaining about my attitude and then I was expelled, and which soon got me kicked out of the orphanage.

Friends who cared for me turned their back on me and I realized the harsh reality.

I started to live on my own. I met many people along my way not trusting many, arranged myself a roof to stay beneath, and earned enough money to buy food and necessary things by doing small jobs and different jobs. It started with little illegal stuffs but it soon changed into a nightmare.

I don't exactly know how but I got involved with wrong people. The memories of school came back and I became one of them. I began to work for them and sold the poison to many people without feeling guilty about it. I walked down the path of crime for a long time without feeling remorse about it but soon it all caught upto me. I was 25 when I sold the shit to a girl not much younger than me. She died suffering because of the drugs I sold to her. Though I had seen people dying before many times but her death kind of shook me from inside and made me wonder exactly how many I had killed already besides her and how many lives I had destroyed.

She had everything that I wanted to have – family, good friends, good scores, graduate degree and a bright future, which turned dark because of me.

Since the realization came into me, I lost all my interest in life and started living slowly. And then one day I couldn't endure the guilt anymore and decided to finally end my miserable sinful life for good.

I lived alone, so either I sleep walked myself to the stranger bed or someone barged into my house, replaced my bed with another one and made everything shittier than it already was.

BTW both were absolutely ridiculous theories. I sat up slowly and looked around the place. What I found out was that I was not only lying on a stranger bed but I was in a stranger room as well. Did someone bring me here? Why would anyone do that and more importantly who would do that?

Does my heaven look like that and what the hell was Emma Watson doing in my head? Believe me when I say I am totally straight.

I jerked into the attention when the door to the room opened again and she came back inside and huffed.

"C'mon get up, get dressed, we are going to be late," She ordered me with her bossy attitude which made me realize that this was definitely Hermione Granger.

I stood up and felt something was wrong, really very wrong. Things were looking a little different.

My face furrowed in confusion, and I made my way to the bathroom which was behind the other door. I jumped back when I saw the reflection in the mirror attached the basin.

What the hell.

It was me, dirty blonde hair and twinkling blue eyes but they were different. There was something different about them. It was the innocence; there was no guilt in them, these were the eyes of a pure girl who had not done any wrong or committed any sin. I smiled a little but they turned into frown when I realized I looked a little skinnier, maybe younger. I looked down and was horrified to realize that my boobs were gone. They were there but they were smaller like I was in puberty time.

What the hell.

I was shorter and definitely younger maybe 13 or younger than that. This was all very confusing.

I was a 25 years old woman in the body of a teenage girl.

Maybe this was my vessel like in Supernatural.

Hell, I can't even curse out loud now.

When I heard pounding on the door, I started dressing fast before I get scolded again. Putting on a faded blue jeans , a wrinkled t-shirt and sneakers and pulling my hair in pony, I was done. Getting back in the room, I walked to the trunk and was thinking of opening it trying to know what it could tell me about my vessel but the Hermione was back again.

"C'mon, get your truck, everyone's down. You are gonna miss the breakfast," she said giving me a disapproving look and walked away. I lifted my trunk which was quite heavy and started to follow her.

"Let me," I heard someone from behind and a red head boy came and lifted it up. My eyed widened on realizing that it was one of the twins.

"Mum's on a war path," he said with a grin on his face and I followed him downstairs with my mind totally blank.

I soon realized where I was, I had seen it in movies – Leaky Cauldron. I heard loud voices downstairs and my vision was filled by redheads as I reached the bar.

"It's all right, Crookshanks," I saw Hermione cooing, patting an orange fur ball in her arms. "I'll let you out on the train."

"You won't," the boy standing across her snapped. "What about poor Scabbers, eh?"

"Arianna," I heard someone saying my name and turned to look at the black haired boy, green eyes behind the round glasses and with a lightening scar on his forehead.

Oh, God.

There went my hunger.

"They're here," I saw a head struck inside the door.

It was like a movie on fast forward, we all got into the cars. I was sitting in the left corner beside Hermione who was yelling at Ron, who was fighting with same enthusiasm.

It felt like dream but this was real, I was some way in Harry Potter world and if my memory served me right in the third part.

I was struck and here the logic of magic being used would not be a joke. The way Hermione interacted and Harry called my name, I was sure I was there friend, part of the group, the Trio.

Maybe it was dream, I was in coma.

But I cut my hand, coma really.

And if this was a dream, what was harm in playing along and enjoy the ride?

I was dead; it wasn't like I could die again.

We reached the station and followed all to the barrier between platform 9 and 10.

This was the famous barrier.

Wow.

It's so cool.

Someone bumped into me and I turned to Hermione.

"Let's move, train's leaving in 10."

I pushed the trolley and started running towards the barrier, the feeling of being hit scaring the shit out of me but it never came. I opened my eyes to the platform 9 ¾ platform, the red engine, teenagers moving here and there.

We were late and Mrs. Weasley, the redhead woman who I assumed was, rushed us on the train. I watched others waving to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and then Harry Potter (it was really weird) turned to us.

"I need to talk to you in private," Harry muttered as the train picked up speed.

"Go away, Ginny," said Ron not even caring.

"Oh, that's nice," said Ginny huffily, and she stalked off.

"That was rude," I said without thinking and the others turned to me.

"What?" I snapped at them.

"She's right, you should talk to your sister with more respect," Hermione agreed with me and lectured him. Ron shrugged his shoulder and set off to corridor to search for a compartment.

I was waiting for them to choose the compartment with Remus Lupin and they did. He was fast asleep next to window, his half face covered by his shabby robes, he looked exhausted but young with few gray hair in his hair.

"Who d'you reckon he is?" Ron hissed as we sat down and slid the door shut, taking the seats farthest away from the window.

"Professor R. J. Lupin," Hermione and I said at once. She turned to look at me and smiled.

"How d'you know that?"

"It's on his case," she replied, pointing at the luggage rack and I was tempted to say Duh.

I watched as Harry told us about Sirius Black, who I knew was innocent. Now I think about it, it was all bullshit.

"I don't go looking for trouble," said Harry, nettled. "Trouble usually finds me. I am right, back me Riana."

"Huh," I said not knowing what to say.

"Are you okay? You are acting strange, what's wrong?"

Feeling the stupidity of panic, I just laughed and shook my head. "Nothing, I'm fine."

"Did Fred give something to you," Hermione questioned with worry in her eyes. I shook my head.

So it was Fred who picked up my luggage.

"Nah, I'm just….. didn't get much sleep last night," I lied. She looked at me for a second but then shrugged and turned to Ron who was talking about Harry being Bella Swan, magnet for trouble and how deadly Azkaban was.

Like Purgatory.

Yeah I am Supernatural fan. Sue me.

"Do you know much about Hogsmeade?" asked Hermione keenly. "I've read it's the only entirely non-Muggle settlement in Britain -"

"Yeah, I think it is," said Ron in an offhand sort of way.

"But that's not why I want to go. I just want to get inside Honey Dukes." He said gleefully.

"What's that?" said Hermione.

"A sweetshop," I answered.

"Not just anyone, one of the best," Ron added and droned about different candies.

Dude, those are just sweets.

"You got your form signed," Harry asked and before I could answer, the door opened and in came the famous Draco Malfoy.

Whoa!

When I saw the third part, I really thought Tom Felton was hot but this was woo.

"Well, look who it is," said Malfoy in his usual lazy drawl, pulling open the compartment door. "Potty and the Weasel. I heard your father finally got his hands on some gold this summer, Weasley. Did your mother die of shock?"

I didn't know why but he irritated me. It was like an impulse, I opened my mouth.

"Just shut up," I snapped before I could stop myself.

Oh my!

He turned to me, his grey eyes filled with anger while mine staring back at him in horror.

"Didn't ask you, Song?" he spat out and scowled at me. "So keep your dirty mouth shut-"

"Stop being a git," I snapped back glaring at him, cursing myself internally why I was fighting with him. I knew this was gonna happen then why he irritated me.

These emotions were not mine. When I say mine I mean mine.

His eyes widened a little on hearing me snap at him. He recovered soon but before he could say more.

"Look, there's our new teacher," Harry said getting to his feet, too, in case he needed to hold Ron back. "What were you saying, Malfoy?"

Malfoy's face paled and his eyes narrowed but he left soon without another word.

"What was that?" Harry asked me and I sighed.

"Malfoy, he's irritating," I hissed and Ron continued his warning of beating the shit of Malfoy.

It was all wrong; I shouldn't get attention on me if I wanted to survive. Getting attention means getting the secret out and hence changing the plot.

There was only one person who could help.

Dumbledore.

Should I or Should I not tell him?

All these questions were going on in my head, but there was happiness in my heart that atleast I was still Arianna Song, my original name but the hissing of Malfoy told me I was a muggleborn.

Kill me now.

"We must be nearly there," said Ron, leaning forward to look past Professor Lupin at the now completely black window.

The words had hardly left his mouth when the train started to slow down.

I realized this was the scene when Dementors would enter the train to check on Black.

There was commotion around the compartment after the lights went out. Everyone was panicking and Ginny and Neville were in here.

"Quiet!" said a hoarse voice suddenly. It was Remus.

"Stay where you are," he said in the same hoarse voice, and he got to his feet, his wand illuminating. Now I could see his face, he looked young, younger and more handsome than David Thewlis who played the part.

Then I saw a cloaked figure in the doorway and it was cold.

I was sitting in the couch looking down at my left hand and took another gulp of alcohol.

My last drink.

I picked up the blade in my right hand and pulled it close to the hand till it touched the skin. Putting pressure on a point, I saw blood and felt a little pain which was not strong enough to stop me. With more force and the wish to get rid of guilt, I cut deeper and again and again. Blood pouring out of my hand like water, the pain was increasing and with pain, the surrounding was turning dark, the life getting sucked out of me, I felt weaker with every second.

But suddenly it was gone and someone was shaking me. I blinked and saw I was sitting on the floor shivering, breathing heavily. I looked at my hand which was clear, no sign of cut, only soft skin devoid of any scar.

"Riana you alright," Hermione asked me, her voice a little weak. I blinked and shook my head, looking around and saw Ron hovering above Harry who had fainted.

"I thought you were going to faint too," Hermione said looking at me.

I cleared my throat. "I'm fine."

A hand full of chocolate came into my view and I looked up to Remus Lupin standing above me looking very pale, his eyes wide. My brows furrowed when I saw he was staring at me as if I was a ghost.

"Eat it."

"W - what?"

I turned and saw Harry awake looking around the compartment. His eyes found mine and he worried when he saw me sitting on the floor, shaking.

Lupin explained about the dementors and I heard a sob and saw Ginny who was shaking heavily. Hermione put her arms around her.

"But didn't any of you - faint?" said Harry awkwardly.

"No," said Ron, looking anxiously at Harry again. "Ginny was shaking like mad, though and Arianna fell off the seat and looked like she was going to but ..."

I took a bite of the chocolate and instantly felt warm and a little bit better.

Harry looked embarrassed by the fact that he fainted and remained silent. No one broke the silence and it was fine.

We reached the school I heard the familiar voice "First years!"

Hagrid was as big as he was in the movie and wished us with a bright smile. I waved with others and followed others to the carriage.

I froze when I saw the creatures carrying the carriage.

Thestrals.

I could see them.

I gulped and shook my head and followed others and sat on the seat. My eyes were trailed on the horse like animal with bones and all.

"What are you watching?" Hermione asked following my trail. I shook my head.

The castle was beautiful, it felt like dream, magnificent but it seemed darker as I saw dementors surrounding the school.

"You fainted, Potter? Is Longbottorn telling the truth? You actually fainted?" I saw Malfoy with a huge smile on his face.

Malfoy elbowed past Hermione to block Harry's way up the stone steps to the castle, his face gleeful and his pale eyes glinting maliciously.

"Shove off, Malfoy," said Ron, whose jaw was clenched. I might not have believed but Ron was taller and I was sure he could have beat Malfoy if there was no Crabbe and Goyle.

"Did you faint as well, Weasley?" said Malfoy loudly. "Did the scary old dementor frighten you too, Weasley?"

"What they did to you? Don't tell me you were shrieking like a little girl, Malfoy," I taunted him; he moved towards me a little but stopped.

"Is there a problem?" said a mild voice. Professor Lupin had just gotten out of the next carriage. Malfoy gave Professor Lupin an insolent stare, which took in the patches on his robes and his old suitcase. With a tiny hint of sarcasm in his voice, he said, "Oh, no - er - Professor," then he smirked at Crabbe and Goyle and led them up the steps into the castle.

Asshole

"Potter! Granger! Song! I want to see you three!"

I saw a woman wearing green robes coming towards us. She was strict and very lady like- you know what I mean. She was same as the McGonagall in movies.

It was almost emotional for me to watch Maggie Smith. She was a legend.

I followed her with others to her office and she asked Harry whether he was okay or not. Harry left and she looked at me and Hermione.

"Miss Song," she turned to me first. "You have selected Ancient Runes, Arithmancy and Care of Magical Creatures as your electives and you asked me last year if there was any option of you giving OWLs for Muggle Studies without attending classes," she said peering at me.

I nodded and gulped trying not to be intimidated by her.

"Well, I asked Professor Burbage about your request and she told me that since you are a muggleborn if you give the examinations at the end of third and fourth year and receive Exceeds Expectation or above grades, then you will be accepted to sit in the examination otherwise you will be denied."

I nodded and turned to Hermione who grinned at me and I nodded.

"Are you sure Miss Song you want to continue with this arrangement?" she questioned and I wanted to say no but I couldn't.

Arianna of this world wanted this and if I said no then others would ask question.

"Thank you, Professor."

"Very well. Kindly wait outside with Mr. Potter while I have a quick word with Miss Granger about her course schedule, then we can go down to the feast together."

I left the room and saw Harry waiting outside.

"What happened?" he asked and I shook my head. "Nothing, tell you later." I answered with a smile.

Hermione emerged soon grinning like an idiot and nodded at us. She refused to tell us about anything and I knew what happened.

People watched as we moved towards the table and I looked around the Great Hall. It was huge, candles floating in the air, the flags of Gryffindor, the house tables, and Teachers table.

I looked at Professor Dumbledore when he stood up and gave his lecture. He was old, but his impression was of someone powerful. He looked same as in movies. He looked very serious when told about Dementors but my eyes were trained on his hand which lit the candle without his wand. It was fascinating and amazing to hear him.

I was trying to think of cons and pros about whether it would be safe to tell him about me knowing everything or not.

I almost laughed on seeing the Snape's face when he introduced Professor Lupin. Severus Snape looked same as Alan Rickman and tell you the truth he was one of my favorite characters.

He looked younger version of Alan Rickman, maybe 32 or 35, with confidence and self assurance. He looked cold, calculated but keen and intelligent. It was really surprising to see this man as no one could tell that he was bullied in his teen days and had a bad childhood.

But even then I liked him. In books it was said he was sort of ugly but from where I was looking he looked quite eye catching to me.

My thoughts were broken when food appeared on the table. I was disappointed when I realized I missed the moment.

The feast was delicious and I had never eaten such good food. I ate till my stomach was filled and Hermione and Harry laughed when they saw me eating the chocolate cake.

"What? I like it," I said simply and Hermione just smiled.

We wished Hagrid for his new position as Professor and I followed others, remembering the way as we move along.

The corridors and painting were like movies but seeing it in real was great. Soon we stopped at a portrait of a fat lady wearing pink dress. She was trying to impress others by her singing talent which was bad.

"Fortuna Major," I smiled when I saw Seamus Finnegan shouting at her. She was ignoring him and wailing trying to break the glass.

"Fortuna Major," Harry snapped at her.

"Wait a minute," she said to him and then screeched and we covered our ears and she broke the glass by striking it at the wall behind. No one was fooled by her comment of being so talented.

The common room was warm and welcoming. I saw the couches where Ron, Harry and Hermione sat talking and fighting in the Half Blood Prince. The fireplace using which Harry called Sirius, the Banners of Gryffindor House.

Harry and Ron said goodbye and went to their room. I wanted to sit here for sometime but followed Hermione up the stairs as she was my tour guide whether she realized or not. She opened a door with third year caption on it.

I moved inside and saw there were four beds, two on either side. I saw Hermione moving to the bed on left and I knew the bed next to her was mine.

"Hey," Parvati and Lavender entered the room and waved at us.

Hermione wished them back and I just nodded. Hermione started arranging her clothes in closet and I followed the suit and opened my trunk. It didn't look huge from outside but it was from inside.

Someone might have put extendible charm on it. I was confused by that but looking on my old robes, I was sure I was orphan again.

It meant I lived in orphanage this time too.

All books were line in one corner and I saw the trunk contained my old books too- first and second year. This might be due to me living in orphanage and not being able to leave anything behind.

I arranged few clothes that I had in closet and changed into pajamas.

There were some notebooks in the trunk and I opened them and realized that the Arianna of this world might have liked writing diaries or journals. I frowned thinking how much different I was to her.

But there was no Arianna Song in the movie so why did I exist?

I took out the diaries and started reading them.

If I was going to live here, I was going to learn about others and myself, and what happened in last two years.

Because if I didn't wake up from this dream tomorrow then I need a plan on how to continue.

A/n: So what do you think? Opinions are highly appreciated. :)