A Breath Of Fresh Air

I'm writing this the way I want to. Meaning...it will fallow the books at times, but for the most part it most likely wont. There are a lot of reasons for it, but it'll be good..promise.

Prologue

"Arianna Marie Coal!" My mother yelled from down the stairs. Must be time go to. I thought to myself rolling over in bed pulling my pillow over my head.

"Arianna if I have to come up there it will not be pretty young lady!" I held the pillow tighter to my head hoping to drown out my mother. angry footsteps stormed up the stairs. This is not going to be good. I thought as my mother began pounding on my door. She had one hell of a temper, that's part of the reason she was in Slytherin when she was at Hogwarts. Was she a Death Eater? No...she could have been one, but she doesn't like to be pushed around by anyone. She was never good at taking too many orders either. That's probably why she's a teacher or at least was until I came around.

CRACK!

And there goes the door...again. I wonder if she plans on breaking my door down every year I go to Hogwarts. I thought as a smile slowly spread across my face. The blankets were viciously pulled off of me and instinctively I pulled my legs to my chest.

"Mother!" I whined "Just a few more minutes. The train wont leave without me this year...I promise" That's right...I missed the train last year. Needless to say, mother wasn't very happy about it.

"AGUAMENTI!" I heard my mother shout as I became drenched with water.

"MOTHER! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST DID THAT!" I screamed jumping out of my bed. She had a triumphant smile plastered across her face.

"Now get ready. I hope you packed everything. If you haven't don't expect me to send it to you this year." She said finally leaving my room. I sighed miserably and went to hop into the shower.

I love my parents very much. My mother, Brook, was as I mentioned a teacher at Hogwarts until I was born. She could never settle with one class. She loved them all so she basically she was a substitute if ever needed one. She's the best duelist I've ever seen. And I'm not just saying that because she's my mother. She's the one who originally came up with having a dueling club. Another thing I love about her is she never favored one House over the other despite the fact that she was a Slytherin.

My father, Jack, on the other hand was a Ravenclaw. He was also good at dueling, but not as good as mom. He works in the Ministry of Magic with Arthur Weasley in Misuse of Muggle Artifacts. My parents are both in the Order and are always off trying to figure out how to defeat Voldemort. That's right...I said it...VOLDEMORT. I'm not afraid of that git.

So...the question is...what does a Ravenclaw and a Slytherin equal out to? The Sorting Hat had a hard time figuring that out even. He thought I was smart enough to be in Ravenclaw, but didn't have the dedication that they did. Hufflepuff was out of the question apparently. Then it was down to Slytherin and Gryffindor...typical. My Mother was a Slytherin and I'm a lot like my mother, so naturally we all thought that's where I would end up.

Flashback

I sat on the stool waiting for the Sorting Hat to be placed on my head. When it was it slipped down covering most of my face. Suddenly the voice began to speak making me jump.

"Well, well, well...Coal eh? I see you have great potential. You're father was a Ravenclaw I see. You inherited his smarts, but not his dedication. You're certainly no Hufflepuff... Hmmm... Two choices left. What to do with you... Your mother was a Slytherin, huh? Not a typical one though. She knew how to get what she wanted and sought out revenge on wrong doers, but yet was kind and caring to others. You have many of her traits and much of her power. You will be a lot like her, but there is something different about you. Something that separates you from your parents... That's why I've decided to place you in GRYFFINDOR!"