Ugh it seems I just can't get a break! My lap top has been down with a virus the last couple months, hence no updates. I am thankful for the reviews for they let me know that my hard work is not going unnoticed. And yes I did just recently notice that a key component of my story is unoriginal but hopefully I can make it different and interesting enough that you all will enjoy it.

Chapter 4

Living memory

After breakfast, Harry cornered Ariana just in time to introduce her to his best friends.

The auburn haired girl tried to seem polite and friendly but it was obvious that she hadn't been around a lot of people; she was quite taken back by Hermione's blunt and assertive personality.

Harry noticed a piece of parchment clutched in his twin's hand and gestured at it

"Is that your class list?"

The girl nodded and silently handed it over for the boy to look over.

Harry smiled and handed it back.

"We have most of the same classes, which is good because our first class is potions with slytherin and we need to stick together in that one."

The Green eyed girl gave him a look of confusion.

"What's so bad about potions? I always enjoyed making them."

Harry wrapped his arm around his twins shoulder as the four started out of the great hall and headed down the corridor.

"It's not the class that's so bad; it's the teacher Professor Snape."

"Really?"

Ron chimed in.

"Oh yes Slytherin is his house and he Hates Gryffindor's, Harry most of all. HE's a right bloody arse."

''Ronald!"

Hermione shouted, disbelief crossing her pretty face.

"You cannot talk about a teacher like that!"

The freckle faced boy shrugged which caused the girl to roll her eyes in frustration.

Ariana watched the exchange with a secretive smile, she had only been around for a few hours and she could already tell that the youngest Weasley boy and the Book worm had it bad for each other; unfortunately both were so stubborn that it may take forever before they even realized their feelings much less admitted them.

The changeling was shaken out of her thoughts when she noticed that they had left the main floors of the castle and where swallowed up in the darkness of the dungeons.

"Where are we going?"

Harry snorted, his arm still tucked firmly around his sister but it moved from her shoulders to her waist.

"The potions class is in the dungeons, now remember no matter what happens, don't take anything to heart and don't try to defend me."

Ariana stared at him in disbelief.

"How can I not try to protect you Harry?"

He smiled sadly as they reached the foreboding door.

"Trust me; it would just be worse for all of us in the long run."

Ariana sighed and nodded.

"Okay Harry I'll do as you say."

Once seated inside, the girl took in her surroundings, memorizing every horrible detail of the damp grey walls and dimly light torches. A door slams and she lays eyes on a tall lanky figure dressed entirely in black. This must be Snape

He turns and takes in the entire class, when he spots her, he stares in shock, like he's seeing a ghost.

She stares back, suddenly uncomfortable under his gaze, he glares darkly and she gets the sudden feeling that he hates her.

"I see we have a new student in class. You must feel very special to be related to the oh so great Harry Potter."

The entire slytherin group snickered while Ariana shrank in her seat.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor for not answering a teacher."

The Gryffindor's grumble in irritation but don't complain, Ariana squeaked slightly.

"I'm sorry sir should I feel special?"

The man glared.

"Another ten for sass."

Ariana looked down in disappointment; Harry grabbed her hand under the table and squeezed reassuringly."

The entire class was like that, everything Ariana did or said was met with sarcasm, cynicism and deductions.

The worst was the 5o point deduction she received when Snape bumped into her, making her drop too many dragon scales in the color changing potion they were working on. The cauldron exploded.

With a pleased expression, the potions master wiped grey goop from his face.

"50 points from Gryffindor."

The girl sighed but unfortunately the man wasn't finished yet.

"Honestly, you must be one of the most pathetic, ugly, idiotic, ridiculous and vile Students I have ever come across now how in the world is it you even ended up in my class?"

Ariana looked up at him with a rage that melted away her timidness and boiled her blood.

"Well bloody hell professor you're just fuckin lucky I guess or it could be your gift for being the more sickening, enraging, cruel and disgraceful person I have ever had the misfortune of coming across."

The professor scowled darkly and leaned forward.

"You've just earned yourself detention all next week miss potter, I look forward to it."

The changling grinned cynically.

''As do I Professor."

"Ron Weasley if you do not stop staring at me this isn't I will throttle you!"

Ariana growled not bothering to look at the red head as the group headed to their next class.

The boy shook his head.

"I'm sorry it's just I've never seen anything like that before."

The girl sighed and stopped, finally turning to face her friends.

"Like what exactly?"

Hermione piped up.

"Well Ariana, you are the first person we have ever known that Snape hates more than harry."

The boy in question snickered.

"The way you stood up to him though was bloody brilliant."

Hermione managed a small smiled.

"Indeed, although I don't approve of mouthing off to teachers, I must say that was a most entertaining and welcome sight."

The auburn haired girl blushed crimson and giggled softly.

"Well it definantly was not how I had planned my first class to go, seriously detention on the first day I'm embarrassed."

Harry laughed and looped his arm with his sister's.

"Well sister dear, you're fixing to learn that at Hogwarts, nothing goes as planned."