Note: I do not own 'Harry Potter'. I do own my own characters. I hope you enjoy and I'll try to post a couple of chapters a day since I leave on a 40 day vacation on the 25th...No matter what or how busy I become with packing and everything, I will have it all posted before my flight takes off...

Holidays finished and the new term of school started. At every turn, people were talking about me. There had been articles in the Daily Prophet about my mage status but not one identified the type. Rita Skeeter also managed to get a copy of my exam results. Sirius and Remus were upset that I didn't tell them and my friends were surprised but accepting.

I helped Ron with his homework, especially Divination to come up with wacky ways to die, and Neville with Potions. They tried to bring up the Triwizard Tournament but I changed the subject. I didn't want to think about it.

"Hey, Arya. Have you seen Ron or Neville?" Ginny asked the day of the second task.

"They're probably just late. They'll show up."

I took a boat over to the stands that had been placed in the Black Lake. I hung out with the other Gryffindors until I got called away.

"Everyone's figured out the egg?" Crouch asked.

I hadn't but it didn't matter. I watched as the other champions took off their robes to show off the swimsuits underneath. I removed my cloak and transfigured my clothes into a blood red bathing suit with my mage crest on the chest.

"You have an hour to retrieve the item taken from you. You will need to return in that hour or you'll lose points."

"What was taken?"

"You will see, Ms. Potter."

I shrugged and took my spot at the edge of the stand. I looked around and spotted Ron and Neville. They were standing near Dean and Seamus. So if they were still here, who or what had they stole?

The cannon went off and the others dived into the lake. I sat on the edge and swung my legs like on a swing. The other students started to talk and whisper. Ron and Neville pushed their way over and knelt beside me.

"Arya, what are you doing?"

"You have an hour. It's already been 5 minutes. You should find what was taken."

"Has it been 5 minutes already?"

I reached down, put my hand in the water, and flicked it. I sat up and went back to swinging my legs. A second later a head bobbed up out of the water. It was the chief of the merpeople.

My green eyes bore into its blue orbs for a second before I spoke to him. Mermish is normally spoken underwater but I made it so that he could understand me. He didn't believe me at first but he realized I was telling the truth as he felt the water begin to boil.

"Now bring me whomever or whatever they stole from me or I'll be forced to cook your people alive before serving them as a delicacy," I hissed.

The chief disappeared and I ignored those around me. I knew none of the students had understood me but the look on Dumbledore's face clearly said that he had. I waited patiently until the chief came back with Sirius. I levitated my godfather up onto the stand and turned back to the merman.

"Thank you. Now let your territory be filled with never-ending food."

I cast a spell on the lake and then wrapped Sirius in a towel. I undid the spell on my clothes and took my cloak back from Ron. Everyone was quiet and staring at me.

"What was that, Ms. Potter?" Crouch asked.

"You said to get what was taken so I did. You didn't specify how I had to do it. I simply called the chief of the merpeople and asked for his help. He was more than happy to oblige."

"Did you even listen to the egg?"

"Why would she? She's a bloody mage," a student yelled.

"That I am. Quite a bloody mage. I will use my magic as I see fit and one day you'll be thanking me for it. Good day, Mr. Crouch."

I smiled at Sirius and my friends before apparting to Godric's Hollow. I called Dobby to bring me some food while I relaxed. I knew the final day would be arriving quite soon and there were a few things that needed to be done but I wasn't in the mood.

Rather than head back to Hogwarts for the weekend, I had Dobby bring my friends to the house. I had Muggle board games, an enlarged wizard's chess board, and tons of movies to entertain us. Sirius, Remus, Alice, and Frank joined us one evening, only on the condition that they forget they're adults and be kids again.

It was late Sunday night and I was sitting up in front of the fire. My mind was on Voldemort and exactly how I was going to kill him.

"I overheard Dumbledore telling Snape and McGonagall what you said to the merman."

"So?" I asked.

He sat on the coffee table in front of me, the fire haloing around him. He was dressed in dark blue pajamas and his hair was all over the place.

"The old Arya wouldn't have threatened him."

"That Arya died long ago."

"And this Arya will die too."

I looked into his eyes for understanding.

"I had Colin take a photo of your tattoo. You never let anyone look at it long enough to decipher it. I spent a night in the library with several Latin books figuring out what it meant."

"Once you know, did you look up mages?"

"A bit but why would it matter?"

"There are different types of mage and mine is the most feared. There is one way for a mage to be killed but my kind would survive. I'm Death itself and only those who would be willing to sacrifice themselves are considered for a Death mage. It's the only way I can die and I will not be immortal without those I love around me."

"But you're going to die."

"On my own terms. I will make sure it's safe for everyone before I do it."

"But you'll be leaving us, making us mourn you."

This could be my only chance to have it perfect so I took it. In a normal non-fucked up world, I'd be too young but I'll be dead in a few months anyways.

"Kiss me."

It took him a second to comprehend what I ordered but he followed through. His lips pressed down onto mine, ever so softly and teasingly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Soon his tongue ran across my lips so I allowed him entrance. Our tongues swirled together before he pulled away.

His lips kissed a trail from my own to my ear and down my neck. As he licked a twirly pattern onto my neck, I apparated us to my room. I warded and cast a silencing spell around my room.

"Please," I moaned as his lips found a spot just behind my ear that sent shivers down my body.

He untied the sash that held my robe closed and gazed down at the tank top and shorts I was wearing. He slid the top up just a bit to kiss my stomach.

"Please."

I helped him with his pajamas and he helped with mine. This was how my first time was supposed to be like. The complete opposite from my so called uncle Vernon. We didn't just have sex but made love to each other.

I was still up before anyone else and watched as everyone trickled into the kitchen. He was the third to come in. He gave me the shyest smile before there was a commotion from the doorway.

"Oi, Fred. Found him. Where were you, George? Fred said you left halfway through the night."

"Couldn't sleep so came downstairs. Arya was up so we talked a bit. Must have fallen asleep."

"You know how I don't sleep and he looked uncomfortable on the couch so I took him to sleep in my room. Didn't want to bother Fred. We have 20 minutes before first class so eat up and I'll take us back."

Note2: I'll try to post the last chapter soon but packing is being more difficult than expected...the first leg of my trip will be in a warm climate and my last 3 weeks are in the UK...most know that the weather there is unstable...could be warm...could be raining...so what do I pack?...or do I just buy as I need things?...