Arianne sat in the detention hall, tapping her fingers on the table, waiting for Snape to come in and start yelling at her. She leaned back in her chair, grinning at Fred and George Weasley, who also were stuck in detention. Fred grinned back at her and flung a folded piece of parchment at her. Arianne caught it and opened it. It said:
Yo Ari,
You turned Snape's hair blue??? A true stroke of genius, but make it pink next time, okay?
Arianne laughed and winked at Fred, who was also laughing behind his hand. Suddenly, however, he sat up straight and put on a sober face. Arianne looked behind her, and, sure enough, Snape walked in the door. It took every ounce of self-control that Arianne had to keep from making a face at him, for she truly hated the greasy haired, hook-nosed tyrant of a professor. Snape looked at her and barked, "Out here, O'Riley!" Arianne rolled her eyes and stood up. Straightening the baseball cap perched on her golden head, Arianne followed Snape outside, waving to Fred and George as she did.
Snape was evidently quite furious. Arianne noticed that he had managed to turn his hair back to its normal color. Personally, she thought that the blue had been an improvement, but apparently Snape did not agree with her. "O'Riley, do you realize how badly you have harmed your house by your childish prank?" Snape asked, his voice low and menacing.
Arianne shuffled her feet. "Unh," she muttered, trying to keep from scowling.
Snape looked at her with piercing eyes. "For your information, you have lost fifty points from your house, and I wish I could have done more, but Professor Dumbledore made an appeal on your behalf. Why he did that I'm sure I don't know, for you are by far the most repellent little brat that I have ever had the misfortune of teaching!" Despite his hard words, Arianne noticed that Snape was staring at her hand with something like fear in his eyes. Arianne pretended to cough to keep from laughing. He was afraid of her! Not that she was surprised...a lot of people seemed to be. Arianne was what was called a "hand witch," meaning that her powers were in her hands, and she did not require a wand to do spells. In fact, she didn't even need to learn the words used in incantations. All she needed was to concentrate on something, and she could make it happen. Arianne knew that her strange power frightened Snape, and she was determined to find a way to take advantage of that.
After being yelled at for a while longer, Arianne was assigned to scrubbing the halls of Hogwarts with a Muggle toothbrush. It took her twelve hours to complete her task, by which time Arianne was absolutely exhausted. She didn't even have the energy to go to Quidditch practice (she had recently taken Katie Bell's place as Chaser), so she explained to Wood that she had badly twisted her arm. Wood looked doubtfully at her, for it was common knowledge that injuries rarely bothered Arianne, which was one of the reasons why she was put on the team in the first place. Luckily, she managed to get out of practice. She spent the day in her dorm, sleeping.
That night, Arianne woke up from her nightmare, sweat and tears streaming down her face. She'd been having that nightmare so often lately...her mother's death was playing through her mind again.....
"Colin, take the children and go into this chamber...I've sealed it with magic."
"Bridget...I can't let you go into this alone..."
"He's after me, not you, Colin. And if I die..you must take care of the children. I need you to do this for me."
"All right, Bridget...c'mon children,"
"Mama!! Mama, mama!!"
"Stop your screaming, Arianne, stop it!"
Entering a dark, chamber.....clinging to her father, crying.....a loud bang....
"So we meet at last, Bridget MacClaren." A cold voice...high and dripping with evil...
"Yes, I knew in time we would have to face each other." Her mother's voice was so strong and brave....so determined....
Flashes of colored light filled the room, the high voice screaming with frustration, her mother gasping for air....a shriek from her mother...silence...
A laugh filled the room, a cold, cruel laugh....a flash of green light..more silence....
Tears streamed down Arianne's face. Why did her mother have to die? Why did she have to fight Voldemort? Didn't she know that Father would always be missing part of himself without her? Couldn't she have known that her sons and daughter would forever be plagued by fear and guilt?
Arianne climbed out of her bed and walked to the Common Room. She waved her hand, and a pot of tea appeared on the fire. She buried her face in her hands and started to cry, until she was interrupted by a voice.
"Arianne?" She looked behind her, and saw Harry Potter standing there, looking at her with concern on his face. "Ari, are you all right?"
Arianne nodded. "Yeah..bad dream, that's all."
Harry sat down on a chair next to her. "Me too.."
Ari smiled. "Care to join me?"
Harry nodded. "Sure..."
As she took the pot of tea off of the fire, Arianne noticed the look on Harry's face. She knew it all too well...it was the same expression that she herself frequently wore after her nightmares. She poured Harry a cup of tea, and sat down. Quietly, she said, "It was about your parents, right?"
Harry looked at Arianne, surprise on his face. "How--how did you know?"
She sighed. "The look on your face...I have that look sometimes, when I think of me mother.."
Harry and Arianne spent the night talking about their nightmares, their memories. They both felt a certain connection, for both of them understood what it was like to lose a loved one to Voldemort. Harry felt like he found the sister he'd never had, someone who really understood. Arianne had an almost maternal feeling towards Harry, for he was a younger kid who experienced what she went through herself.
Those midnight chats became a regular occurence for Arianne and Harry. Although she loved Fred and George dearly, Arianne had never wanted to talk to them about her mother. Harry, however, had been through the same thing, and she was glad to finally have a friend who understood her situation.
A week or so later, Arianne and George were sitting in Potions class, listening to Snape drone on about some stupid potion. Suddenly, an idea popped into Arianne's head. She looked to George, and, as if he could read her mind, he smiled broadly and nodded. Arianne pointed her finger at Snape, and his robes were transformed into a pink sleeper with bunny slippers. To top off the ensemble, Arianne turned his hair a brilliant shade of pink. A roar of laughter rippled through the classroom. Snape looked at Arianne, his expression livid. "DETENTION, O'RILEY!!!!!!" he screamed, grabbing Ari by the shoulders and marching her out of the room. As she left, Arianne winked at Fred and George. George whispered to Fred through his laughter, "The Weasley, Weasley, and O'Riley Mischief-Makers League strikes again!" Fred responded, "Watch out, Padfoot, Moony, Wormtail, and Prongs! We're right behind ya!"
~Okay, this was my first Harry Potter fanfic, and I know it wasn't really good, but PLLLEAASSEE review!! I looovveee constructive criticism, so if you have any gripes about my story, please post them (of course, praise is always welcome as well!!!!!!)~
Yo Ari,
You turned Snape's hair blue??? A true stroke of genius, but make it pink next time, okay?
Arianne laughed and winked at Fred, who was also laughing behind his hand. Suddenly, however, he sat up straight and put on a sober face. Arianne looked behind her, and, sure enough, Snape walked in the door. It took every ounce of self-control that Arianne had to keep from making a face at him, for she truly hated the greasy haired, hook-nosed tyrant of a professor. Snape looked at her and barked, "Out here, O'Riley!" Arianne rolled her eyes and stood up. Straightening the baseball cap perched on her golden head, Arianne followed Snape outside, waving to Fred and George as she did.
Snape was evidently quite furious. Arianne noticed that he had managed to turn his hair back to its normal color. Personally, she thought that the blue had been an improvement, but apparently Snape did not agree with her. "O'Riley, do you realize how badly you have harmed your house by your childish prank?" Snape asked, his voice low and menacing.
Arianne shuffled her feet. "Unh," she muttered, trying to keep from scowling.
Snape looked at her with piercing eyes. "For your information, you have lost fifty points from your house, and I wish I could have done more, but Professor Dumbledore made an appeal on your behalf. Why he did that I'm sure I don't know, for you are by far the most repellent little brat that I have ever had the misfortune of teaching!" Despite his hard words, Arianne noticed that Snape was staring at her hand with something like fear in his eyes. Arianne pretended to cough to keep from laughing. He was afraid of her! Not that she was surprised...a lot of people seemed to be. Arianne was what was called a "hand witch," meaning that her powers were in her hands, and she did not require a wand to do spells. In fact, she didn't even need to learn the words used in incantations. All she needed was to concentrate on something, and she could make it happen. Arianne knew that her strange power frightened Snape, and she was determined to find a way to take advantage of that.
After being yelled at for a while longer, Arianne was assigned to scrubbing the halls of Hogwarts with a Muggle toothbrush. It took her twelve hours to complete her task, by which time Arianne was absolutely exhausted. She didn't even have the energy to go to Quidditch practice (she had recently taken Katie Bell's place as Chaser), so she explained to Wood that she had badly twisted her arm. Wood looked doubtfully at her, for it was common knowledge that injuries rarely bothered Arianne, which was one of the reasons why she was put on the team in the first place. Luckily, she managed to get out of practice. She spent the day in her dorm, sleeping.
That night, Arianne woke up from her nightmare, sweat and tears streaming down her face. She'd been having that nightmare so often lately...her mother's death was playing through her mind again.....
"Colin, take the children and go into this chamber...I've sealed it with magic."
"Bridget...I can't let you go into this alone..."
"He's after me, not you, Colin. And if I die..you must take care of the children. I need you to do this for me."
"All right, Bridget...c'mon children,"
"Mama!! Mama, mama!!"
"Stop your screaming, Arianne, stop it!"
Entering a dark, chamber.....clinging to her father, crying.....a loud bang....
"So we meet at last, Bridget MacClaren." A cold voice...high and dripping with evil...
"Yes, I knew in time we would have to face each other." Her mother's voice was so strong and brave....so determined....
Flashes of colored light filled the room, the high voice screaming with frustration, her mother gasping for air....a shriek from her mother...silence...
A laugh filled the room, a cold, cruel laugh....a flash of green light..more silence....
Tears streamed down Arianne's face. Why did her mother have to die? Why did she have to fight Voldemort? Didn't she know that Father would always be missing part of himself without her? Couldn't she have known that her sons and daughter would forever be plagued by fear and guilt?
Arianne climbed out of her bed and walked to the Common Room. She waved her hand, and a pot of tea appeared on the fire. She buried her face in her hands and started to cry, until she was interrupted by a voice.
"Arianne?" She looked behind her, and saw Harry Potter standing there, looking at her with concern on his face. "Ari, are you all right?"
Arianne nodded. "Yeah..bad dream, that's all."
Harry sat down on a chair next to her. "Me too.."
Ari smiled. "Care to join me?"
Harry nodded. "Sure..."
As she took the pot of tea off of the fire, Arianne noticed the look on Harry's face. She knew it all too well...it was the same expression that she herself frequently wore after her nightmares. She poured Harry a cup of tea, and sat down. Quietly, she said, "It was about your parents, right?"
Harry looked at Arianne, surprise on his face. "How--how did you know?"
She sighed. "The look on your face...I have that look sometimes, when I think of me mother.."
Harry and Arianne spent the night talking about their nightmares, their memories. They both felt a certain connection, for both of them understood what it was like to lose a loved one to Voldemort. Harry felt like he found the sister he'd never had, someone who really understood. Arianne had an almost maternal feeling towards Harry, for he was a younger kid who experienced what she went through herself.
Those midnight chats became a regular occurence for Arianne and Harry. Although she loved Fred and George dearly, Arianne had never wanted to talk to them about her mother. Harry, however, had been through the same thing, and she was glad to finally have a friend who understood her situation.
A week or so later, Arianne and George were sitting in Potions class, listening to Snape drone on about some stupid potion. Suddenly, an idea popped into Arianne's head. She looked to George, and, as if he could read her mind, he smiled broadly and nodded. Arianne pointed her finger at Snape, and his robes were transformed into a pink sleeper with bunny slippers. To top off the ensemble, Arianne turned his hair a brilliant shade of pink. A roar of laughter rippled through the classroom. Snape looked at Arianne, his expression livid. "DETENTION, O'RILEY!!!!!!" he screamed, grabbing Ari by the shoulders and marching her out of the room. As she left, Arianne winked at Fred and George. George whispered to Fred through his laughter, "The Weasley, Weasley, and O'Riley Mischief-Makers League strikes again!" Fred responded, "Watch out, Padfoot, Moony, Wormtail, and Prongs! We're right behind ya!"
~Okay, this was my first Harry Potter fanfic, and I know it wasn't really good, but PLLLEAASSEE review!! I looovveee constructive criticism, so if you have any gripes about my story, please post them (of course, praise is always welcome as well!!!!!!)~