I must have been lying there, chained to that bed for an hour. I noticed that I seemed to be in a room with white walls and no decorations. All it had was the chair that the old man had been sitting in for a while. Obviously this room was not used that much.

About an hour later I heard a door open and close somewhere in the distance. I could hear what appeared to be people arguing by I couldn't make out what they were saying. The voices got louder until I could finally hear what they were saying. I recognized the voices of the old man and the younger man. There was a third voice that sounded as though it belonged to a woman. So, this would be the first woman I would see in this rattrap.

The woman said, "Can we trust her? She could be in league with you know who."

The old man replied, "We have no way of knowing for sure whose side she is on. However, if she is on Voldemort's side then there is no way for her to escape Hogwarts. I have placed special spells on the castle walls that will prevent her from leaving. If she is not in league with Voldemort than we have condemned an innocent muggle and are just as bad as Voldemort himself."

The younger man said, "But what of magic? She will surely have questions when she sees the ghosts! Let alone the moving pictures or the floating candles? What about the food appearing on plates?"

The older man said, "We will tell her the truth."

The woman gasped and said, "But professor!..."

At this point the older man said, "She can hear every word we are saying. Why don't we just go in now?"

I winced; I didn't know that they knew I could hear them. My door opened and the old man, the young man and an elderly woman with her hair in a tight bun entered the room. The old man immediately came over to my bed and undid the chains. I was surprised into silence when he did this and immediately sat up.

I could now finally see things without having to crane my neck. I asked them, "Are you letting me go?"

The elder man said, "No, I am sorry we can not. We do not know what you affiliation with Voldemort is. It would be folly to let you loose. Though you do not remember him, he might remember you. You will be tracked down. We thought it best to keep you here."

At this I sighed. He must have heard me so in an attempt to ease my discomfort he said, "We were never properly introduced. I know your name, but you do not know mine! I am Professor Dumbledore; this is Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall." As he said this he motioned to the younger man and the woman.

To this I snapped, "Since when are professors allowed to hold someone hostage?"

When he looked at me I was surprised. There was genuine remorse in his eyes. He said, "For this I am sorry. You must understand. The way our student found you…"

At this my curiosity took over and I asked, "How did you find me?"

Dumbledore looked at me wearily. He said, "You were tied to a tree. There was an arrow in your right arm. And there were… there were… two dead bodies around you."

I almost laughed, "There is no way I had an arrow in my arm. Don't you think I would still be a little uncomfortable?" He motioned down to my arm. Rolling my eyes I looked down. However I was shocked to see that there was what looked like a scar on my arm. My eyes widened.

"If there was an arrow in my arm, then why is it healed?"

He sighed. "This is what we need to tell you. This is no ordinary place. It is called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We do magic here."

I would have laughed at him if I did not already have the feeling that something weird was happening. I mean, some dude with a stick levitated a cup, I was forced to only tell the truth, and they kept referring to magic!

I exhaled calmly and replied, "How?"

At this Dumbledore seemed taken aback. "You are not questioning if we can do magic." He said this as almost a statement.

I responded with, "Nope."

He narrowed his eyes, "You already know about magic." He accused.

I sighed. Was he going to be this quick to accuse me whenever I did something that he didn't like? I responded with, "Yeah, I am good friends with Santa."

Though he was not expecting this answer he chuckled. "Magic is something that people are born with. We call people who were not born with it muggles."

"Like me." I pointed out.

"Yes, like you. We can put this magic to use through our wands. Each person's wand is different, in tune with them. Through saying certain things, we can create magic."

I wondered at this. I felt like I had stepped in to a fairy tale. "Why have I never heard of wizards before?"

"We don't exactly like to broadcast this fact."

I nodded. This was fair enough. People were not all understanding. Dumbledore looked reluctant while talking. I guess he did not like to share this information with "muggles." To change the topic I asked him, "Why were there dead bodies around me?"

He winced at this question. "We do not know. We attempted to asses the situation. We saw one set of tracks lead to the clearing. Then it appeared that there were 3 people there, which confounded us. One set of tracks there, 3 bodies. We assumed that 2 had apparated there." Seeing my confused look, he explained further, "Teleport. We found you with this. It was on the ground a few feet from you, but it seemed to match the case."

He held out a scabbard. I noticed that the scabbard was plain leather. I pulled it out of the scabbard and gasped. It was beautiful. The hilt was a gorgeous combination of red and black while on the blade there were carvings. However, I could not read the language. I picked it up in my hand and it felt right. I intuitively knew that I was very skilled with this weapon, though I had no idea how skilled.

"Arya?"

I heard Dumbledore's voice and realized that I had been staring at the weapon for quite a while.

Dumbledore continued saying, "You will get a new room, one that is a bit more…" he glanced around before saying, "suitable. You must understand. Though this may seem odd to you we have yet to find out whether or not you are in league with Voldemort."

I asked, "Who is Voldemort?"

At this Snape cringed. I had almost forgotten that he and McGonagall were still here. And evidently Snape did not like the word Voldemort.

Dumbledore responded, "You have found yourself in bad times. Voldemort is a dark wizard who is out to kill muggles."

To this I nodded slowly.

Dumbledore looked as though he was going to say something else but just then another boy came in. Dumbledore exclaimed, "Hello, Draco. This is Arya. Will you show her to a guest room near the Gryffindor tower?"

He nodded and said, "Hi, I'm Draco."

I smiled and said, "I am Arya."

He started to walk and I followed him after picking up my sword. We passed through another long chamber with a lot of beds lined up against the walls. It looked bright and merry, but there were no other people in the beds. "Where are we?" I asked.

He regarded me warily after glancing down at my sword multiple times, "We are in the healing wing."

"Why is no one here?"

"We were told that there was someone being held that could not be disturbed."

I laughed, "I guess that is me."

He looked at me slightly strangely as though I was strange to laugh. He said, "So, is this your first time at Hogwarts?"

"This is my first time to ever here of magic!"

After I said this he practically drawled, "You are a muggle?"

"Yep."

He looked at me strangely, "Then what are YOU doing here?"

Annoyed at his tone I said, "Am I not allowed to be here?"

We both stopped walking and faced each other, forgetting that the teachers were still watching.

He said to me, "This place is already contaminated with mudbloods; we don't need muggles here as well."

"If you are what all wizards are like, then I think I am perfectly OK with being a muggle, thank you very much."

He drew out what looked like a short stick, much like the one Dumbledore had out earlier, and started muttering something. However, some instinct of mine kicked in automatically and I dropped to the ground. I saw something flash over my head and heard a crash on the other side of the room.

Not even giving Draco time to recover from what I did, I immediately jumped up and pressed my sword to his throat. He dropped his wand and I kicked it away.

He actually whimpered. Yes, whimpered. However after a few seconds when it was clear I was going to do nothing more his mouth curled into a snarl.

I practically rolled my eyes; he actually had thought I was going to kill him. I would not kill someone!

I then noticed the teachers run up behind me.

Dumbledore said, "You don't have to do this. We will let you leave. Anything. Leave the boy alone. "

I was now confused. He actually thought I was going to kill Draco. I immediately stepped back, placed the sword on the ground and my hands up. I said, "Listen, I am not a murderer. Why would I kill him? He tried to hurt me, and I did not let him. Defense." I tried to make my sentences short just to make sure he got what I was saying.

Snape then snarled, "Then how did you kill those men, if you are not a murderer?"

I realized what he was saying and started breathing faster. He was right, how else would they be dead, if not for me? I must have killed them! I was a murderer!

Before I could completely hyperventilate Dumbledore said, "It is ok Severus. She meant no harm. It was self defense. However, I think I will take her to her rooms, myself. Draco- 20 points will be taken from Slytherin for attacking a muggle."

Draco left after huffing, trying to maintain some dignity. I managed to contain my laughter- but it was very hard. I guess I had a new friend.