See? When real life doesn't get in the way I can get chapters to you more often. I am aware this is very shot but like I said in the other chapter I couldn't do it the other way. It had to be in her point of view. It also gives you a brief insight to who and why Ari is here.

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Dragoness

Ari's POV

I walked up to the grand table with my head held high and back straight. It was something my mother taught me to do.
"If you show them that you have no fear than no fear will come to you."

There was a tall elderly looking lady dressed in beautiful forest green robes standing just in front of the grand table. There was a small stool next to her. She smiled softly at me as I reached her.

"My name is Professor McGonagall. I am the head of Gryffindor house as well as Transfiguration Professor. Please, sit my dear." I sat and looked around, worried. I saw Harry cross his fingers under the table and had to smile. Professor McGonagall placed the hat on me head and it slid down over me eyes. It smelt like odd socks and powerful magic.

"Hmmm, very odd….very odd indeed." I gasped. A talking hat! "It has been many, many years since a true blood Wiccan has graced these halls. But you are more than just a Wiccan. You have roots to the Old Ones! You will definatly come in handy in the moments." Before I could ask her what he meant, the hat continued.

"You have seen many things a girl your age shouldn't. Such a troubled mind yet destined to do marvelous things with your gift. I have never in my life ever seen a mind quite so complex as yours. Nor someone with powers quite like yours. My, my, my. Brave, strong, stubborn, powerful, strong willed…but also loyal, gentle and loving. My, you are a tough one."

"Please let me be with 'ermione and 'Arry. Please be Gryffindor." I whispered.

"Gryffindor? You would do quite well in Slytherin, all things considered. They too have roots in Old Magic. Not nearly as powerful or deep as yours."

"Oh please no!" I muttered cringing.

"I suppose your heart is brave and loyal and the house would progress your strengths, not that you really need any help. There are some who will need your help more than others. Hmmm…you are destined for great things little one. I only hope that you know how to handle it."

"What do you mean?" I asked softly.
"You are joined with another in destiny to fight those who wish us defeated. You alone hold the power to help, support and provide perhaphs the greatest weapon. It will be interesting to see how you weild it."
"What are you talking about? What weapon? Who am I destined with?" I was suddenly scared. These were the same lines said to me by my papa before he passed. I have yet to find any answers. All I got after their passing was a letter from Dumbledore. I have not even had the chance to ask him why. And how in Hecate's name did a talking hat know of such things?
"I see things that other con not and I see them clear as day. Hmmm…. Yes, I have made my decision. GRYFFINDOR!" I smiled widely and took the hat off. Harry and Hermione beamed up at me. I looked over at Dumbledore who bowed his head and smiled. I grinned and jumped of the stage and over to the Gryffindor table. Harry stood up and hugged me. He was very warm and soft. It felt…safe. Almost as if I belonged. For the first time in a very long time maybe I did finally belong. If I could work out all this destiny business I would be set.

"Congratulations!" he whispered in my ear. I felt myself blush.

"Thank you." I pulled away and sat back down next to Hermione who hugged me tightly.

"Yay! I'm so glad you're in this house!" she said. I laughed.

"Me too Mione. Me too."