So this is the squeal to The daughter of thanatos and princess of shadows story. I hope you like it and please review! I want to know what you think of my writing!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter, only my OC.

Ariella's POV

I woke up the next morning at 6:45, 15 minutes. Before breakfast started. I brushed my teeth, took a shower and got dressed in my robes, and put on my cloak to hide my wings. I went down to the Great hall to start breakfast early do that I could get my schedule early and then explore the school.

When I got to the great Hall my schedule was already at my seat. I had:

Monday:

Potions
D.A.D.A

Study of Ancient runes
Study of Ancient runes
Transfigurations

Tuesday

Study of Ancient runes
Potions
Astronomy

Wendsday

History of magic
Herbology

Thursday
Study of Ancient runes
Transfiguration
Potions
D.A.D.A
Free

Friday
Potions
Charms
Study of Ancient runes
D.A.D.A

I had defense against the dark arts and potions with the Gryffindors. I finish eating and start exploring the castle trying to find my classes. I find all if my classes by 8:15 so I just go to my first hour class and start reading my potions textbook. I get lost in my book u til the bell rings and I walk into the dungeons where the potions class is.

I snicker when I realize the board says that we are making the draught of living death today. I get out all my materials needed and start making my potion. By the time the rest if the class got here, I was finishing the first step.

"Ms. Thana what do you think you are doing?" Professor Snape demands.

"I got here when the bell rang, so I started on the potion that was listed on the board, professor." I explain.

"10 points to Slytherins for starting early." He says as he walks away.

At the end of the class my potion was one of the only ones that had silver mist coming off the top. I poured my potion into a vial and set it on the front table.

My next class is defense against the dark arts.

"Good afternoon," he said. "Would you please put all your books back in your bags. Today's will be a practical lesson. You will need only your wands."
A few curious looks were exchanged as the class put away their books.
"Right then," said Professor Lupin, when everyone was ready. "If you'd follow me."
Puzzled but interested, the class got to its feet and followed Professor Lupin out of the classroom. He led them along the deserted corridor and around a corner, where the first thing they saw was Peeves the Poltergeist, who was floating upside down in midair and stuffing the nearest keyhole with chewing gum.
Peeves didn't look up until Professor Lupin was two feet away; ,hen he wiggled his curly-toed feet and broke into song.
"Loony, loopy Lupin," Peeves sang. "Loony, loopy Lupin, loony, loopy Lupin -"
Rude and unmanageable as he almost always was, Peeves usually showed some respect toward the teachers. Everyone looked quickly at Professor Lupin to see how he would take this; to their surprise, he was still smiling.
"I'd take that gum out of the keyhole if I were you, Peeves," he said pleasantly. "Mr. Filch won't be able to get in to his brooms."
Filch was the Hogwarts caretaker, a bad-tempered, failed wizard who waged a constant war against the students and, indeed, Peeves. However, Peeves paid no attention to Professor Lupin's words, except to blow a loud wet raspberry.
Professor Lupin gave a small sigh and took out his wand.
"This is a useful little spell, he told the class over his shoulder. "Please watch closely."
He raised the wand to shoulder height, said, "Waddiwasi! "and pointed it at Peeves.
With the force of a bullet, the wad of chewing gum shot out of the keyhole and straight down Peeves's left nostril; he whirled upright and zoomed away, cursing.
"Cool, sir!" said Dean Thomas in amazement.
"Thank you, Dean," said Professor Lupin, putting his wand away again. "Shall we proceed?"
They set off again, the class looking at shabby Professor Lupin with increased respect. He led them down a second corridor and stopped, right outside the staffroom door.
"Inside, please," said Professor Lupin, opening it and standing back.
The staffroom, a long, paneled room full of old, mismatched chairs, was empty except for one teacher. Professor Snape was sitting in a low armchair, and he looked around as the class filed in. His eyes were glittering and there was a nasty sneer playing around his mouth. As Professor Lupin came in and made to close the door behind him, Snape said, "Leave it open, Lupin. I'd rather not witness this."
He got to his feet and strode past the class, his black robes billowing behind him. At the doorway he turned on his heel and said, "Possibly no one's warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear."
Neville went scarlet.
Professor Lupin had raised his eyebrows.
"I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation," he said, "and I am sure he will perform it admirably."
Neville's face went, if possible, even redder. Snape's lip curled, but he left, shutting the door with a snap.
"Now, then," said Professor Lupin, beckoning the class toward the end of the room, where there was nothing but an old wardrobe where the teachers kept their spare robes. As Professor Lupin went to stand next to it, the wardrobe gave a sudden wobble, banging off the wall.
"Nothing to worry about," said Professor Lupin calmly because a few people had jumped backward in alarm. "There's a boggart in there."
Most people seemed to feel that this was something to worry about. Neville gave Professor Lupin a look of pure terror, and Seamus Finnigan eyed the now rattling doorknob apprehensively.
"Boggarts like dark, enclosed spaces," said Professor Lupin. "Wardrobes, the gap beneath beds, the cupboards under sinks - I've even met one that had lodged itself in a grandfather clock. This one moved in yesterday afternoon, and I asked the headmaster if the staff would leave it to give my third years some practice.
"So, the first question we must ask ourselves is, what is a boggart?"
Hermione put up her hand.
"It's a shape-shifter," she said. "It can take the shape of whatever it thinks will frighten us most."
"Couldn't have put it better myself," said Professor Lupin, and Hermione glowed. "So the boggart sitting in the darkness within has not yet assumed a form. He does not yet know what will frighten the person on the other side of the door. Nobody knows what a boggart looks like when he is alone, but when I let him out, he will immediately become whatever each of us most fears.
"This means," said Professor Lupin, choosing to ignore Neville's 'mall sputter of terror, "that we have a huge advantage over the boggart before we begin. Have you spotted it, Harry?"
Trying to answer a question with Hermione next to him, bobbing up and down on the balls of her feet with her hand in the air, was very off-putting, but Harry had a go.
"Er - because there are so many of us, it won't know what shape it should be?"
"Precisely," said Professor Lupin, and Hermione put her hand down, looking a little disappointed. "It's always best to have com pany when you're dealing with a boggart. He becomes confused. Which should he become, a headless corpse or a flesh-eating slug? I once saw a boggart make that very mistake - tried to frighten two people at once and turned himself into half a slug. Not remotely frightening.
"The charm that repels a boggart is simple, yet it requires force of mind. You see, the thing that really finishes a boggart is laughter. What you need to do is force it to assume a shape that you find amusing.
"We will practice the charm without wands first. After me, please ... Riddikulus!"
"Riddikulus!" said the class together.
"Good," said Professor Lupin. "Very good. But that was the easy part, I'm afraid. You see, the word alone is not enough. And this is where you come in, Neville."
The wardrobe shook again, though not as much as Neville, who walked forward as though he were heading for the gallows.
"Right, Neville," said Professor Lupin. "First things first: what would you say is the thing that frightens you most in the world?"
Neville's lips moved, but no noise came out.
"didn't catch that, Neville, sorry," said Professor Lupin cheerfully.
Neville looked around rather wildly, as though begging someone to help him, then said, in barely more than a whisper, "Professor Snape."
Nearly everyone laughed. Even Neville grinned apologetically. Professor Lupin, however, looked thoughtful.

"Professor Snape... hmmm... Neville, I believe you live with your grandmother?"
"Er - yes," said Neville nervously. "But - I don't want the boggart to turn into her either."
"No, no, you misunderstand me," said Professor Lupin, now smiling. "I wonder, could you tell us what sort of clothes your grandmother usually wears?"
Neville looked startled, but said, "Well... always the same hat. A tall one with a stuffed vulture on top. And a long dress... green, normally... and sometimes a fox-fur scarf."
"And a handbag?" prompted Professor Lupin.
"A big red one," said Neville.
"Right then," said Professor Lupin. "Can you picture those clothes very clearly, Neville? Can you see them in your mind's eye?"
"Yes," said Neville uncertainty, plainly wondering what was coming next.

"When the boggart bursts out of this wardrobe, Neville, and sees You, it will assume the form of Professor Snape," said Lupin. "And You will raise your wand - thus - and cry 'Riddikulus' - and concentrate hard on your grandmother's clothes. If all goes well, Professor Boggart Snape will be forced into that vulture-topped hat, and that green dress, with that big red handbag."

The wardrobe opened and boggart snspe walked out. Neville's turned white with fear and quietly stuttered" Riddikulus!"

Then the boggart snape was wearing a green dress, vulture hat, and s bright red handbag. Everyone in the class started to laugh. Next was Ron who's fear was spiders. He made his spider dance. After him was Harry, Ron's spider changed and became a dementor. All the student in the class scrambled back.

"You're afraid of fear itself, Harry?" Professor lupin asked

"Yes." He answered.

And then I was my turn.

No one's POV

Ariella stepped in front of the boggart, and the shadows in the room started swirling around like a storm. The boggart became Ariella, but different. She had on black full body armor, with black armoured boots. She was holding a black sword, had black wings folded on her back and her eyes were completely black.

"You should have destroyed them, Ariella. They have mistreated their children for to long. You shouldn't have held back!" The boggart Ariella said.

"I h-held back because I couldn't control all of them. I could have destroyed the entire city!" She whispers

"You joined the enemy, you were supposed to destroy the city!" The boggart yells

"He forced me to! He knew I didn't have enough control, i could have killed everyone!" She shouted back.

By this time everyone had slowly backed away from her in fear. They didn't know what power she had, but they could tell that she was powerful.

"You know that they'll never let you come back. You'll never be able to go home." The boggart says.

"No, I'll serve my punishment, but they have to let me come back." She whispers as she stumbles back.

"They will never accept you. They'll only fear you, like all the others." The boggart tells her.

Ariella runs from the room in response. The boggart smiles coldly at those in the room and then disappears as professor lupin locks it in the closet again.

"Class dismissed." He says wearily.

No one saw Ariella for the rest of the day.