CHAPPIE Three

Yeah, like always, this story is fanfic and I'm not making a dime. Unfortunately.

Wow, thanks to all the peeps who have emailed me to tell me that they read my story. (Gee, some of you don't have to be so mean about it, but don't worry. I just shake it off!) To answer all the questions at once, I don't have so much time to write this story lately because I'm working on a screenplay of the prequel to this sequel, so I won't be able to update the six or seven times a day that I used to. I'm also writing some other stories!!! You'll like them too. I'll try to keep going, even if this story won't be as long as the other one lol.

Araminta practically skipped down the hall, she was so happy. Her heart sang a merry monotone: Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry Haaaaaaarry. She thought about trying a motet, but decided that she didn't want to complicate things (and, after all, she didn't know where Fawkes-Iolanthe was at the moment)--she only wanted one thing, and that was to see Harry's face, and his beautiful green eyes, and his dashingly handsome scar again.

She was just about to slow down--even though it had just been a short while since she had last seen Harry, it had been years since Harry had seen her. She wouldn't want to give him a heart attack. However, as she rounded a corner, she ran smack dab into two familiar faces.

"Blake! Selene!" she cried, politely ignoring the thin goober of drool that connected their mouths. Obviously, they'd been smooching. "I've missed you."

"Who are you?" Selene eyed Araminta's curvy figure with suspicion, then turned her glare on Blake, who was drooling even more furiously now.

"Must be a transfer student, because that's a boo... er, that's a body... er, that's a face I'd never--" He shut up when Selene punched him in the face.

Araminta waved her arms. "Stop! Stop! It's just me, Araminta Malfoy... Well, just Malfoy at the moment, though I'm sure it will change soon. I was moved up to seventh year, and Dumbledore and I decided it wouldn't be a good idea for a first year to go to class with seventh years, so he gave me an Aging Charm. And then I'm not sure what day it is--I might have gone missing for a bit because I had to go back in time and get my parents back together--yours too!"

"Huh?" Selene, who was still holding Blake by the scruff of the neck, stopped punching him but didn't let go. "I don't have parents, just my mum."

"Oh, not you." Araminta rolled her eyes. "Parthenogenesis. I remember. But Blake. I saw your mum, Millicent, give birth to you at about the same time Blake's dad gave birth to him."

Blake looked confused. "My mom is Pansy Parkinson, and I don't have a dad."

"Yes, you do," Araminta countered. Didn't anyone take her seriously when she said stuff? "Your dad is--"

"Miss Malfoy." Severus Snape entered the hall, his black cloak billowing about him like bat wings and his hooked nose scrunched up in anger. "I believe that the headmaster awaits you in his office. Do not keep him, and his guests waiting any longer." He opened his eyes wide, jerked his head toward Blake, and shook his head for 'no.'

"My dad is what?" Blake curled his little hands into fists and clenched them at his sides.

"Going to be very disappointed that you lost your house points by delaying Miss Malfoy when she is due elsewhere, I'm sure! Both of you, find someplace else to be!" Snape said, and glared them out of sight.

Once they were gone, Araminta ran over to the Potions Master and jumped on him, hugging him and wrapping her legs around his waist so that he had no choice to hold her tightly. "Sevvie! Oh, I've missed you. I'm sorry I almost gave away your secret."

"Yes." Snape sniffed, setting her down. "We'll talk later about that. Please, no more hugging. I'm not as young as I used to be and my back aches. Now, run along." At the last second, Snape grabbed her sleeve. "Araminta..." he began slowly. "I'm not sure what you were expecting here. Professor Dumbledore has filled me in on a few details, and for most of us, it's impossible to know what things you've changed to make the prophecy come true...."

Araminta concentrated very hard, trying to read his mind, but he blocked her. "I don't know what to expect at all," she answered. "All I can do is find out." With that, she turned on her heel and walked toward Dumbledore's office.