A/N: Yup, I'm back again. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Okay, I'm done with the
evil laughter. So ya wanna know what happens, right? Huh? Ya do? Okay go
read then. (That made no sense, ignore me...Sirius, Cat, Ariana, Remus,
Harry, Ron, and Herm threw a party in my mind last night. We are all still
very hung over- a word of the wise; don't mess with a hung over Sirius. Not
fun.) On to the story!
Disclaimer: You know the drill...not mine...bla bla bla...::bows and kisses JKR's feet because its hers and we aren't worthy::...bla bla bla...hairy dog and Harry Potter shit...bla bla bla...
Ariana snuggled under her covers, grabbing the covers and pulling them over her head. Voices priced the fog of sleep that covered her brain, but she ignored them. She was just about to slip back into her dreams when someone shook her. She groaned and her arm shot out from under the covers, trying to slap at who ever was shaking her.
"Lemma alone, I'm sleeping!"
"Ariana get up RIGHT NOW!" Ariana groaned and rolled over, opening her eyes to see a brown eyed, bush brown haired, girl glaring at her. Her eyes went wide and she let out a strangled cry, shooting up.
"Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing in my bedroom?" The girl, who oddly enough looked like Ariana's vision of Hermoine Granger, arched an eyebrow.
"Ari, what are you talking about? Its your best friend, Hermoine. Now move it, Ron and Harry are waiting for us!" Ariana blinked and shook her head, a bemused smile curving her lips. She shook her head and flopped back onto the bed, throwing her arm over her eyes.
"I think my obsession has gone a little to far...I'm hallucinating now." She mumbled to herself.
"Ari, UP! NOW!" Ariana threw her covers off her, silently snickering at herself.
"Yes, Hermoine." She dressed, almost going into fits of laughter when she put on her robes and saw the Gryffindor house symbol stitched on it. Hermoine shook her head but chalked it off as Ariana having a moment of insanity. When they finely reached the Great Hall (which took forever because Ariana stopped to talk with the Fat Lady because "I've never had a dream like this, who knows when my last chance will be?" Hermoine then became worried about her.) and sat down at the Gryffindor table.
"About time you two got down here, what took you so long?" Ron grumbled good naturally at the two girls. Hermonie glanced at Ariana who was currently talking to Fred and Gorge (she still wore that bemused look) and how they could get Draco Malfoy.
"Ariana's acting strange." Harry smirked and up from his eggs at Hermoine.
"When ISN'T Ariana acting strange?" Hermoine shook her head.
"No, I mean like she didn't know who I was at first! She talked to the Fat Lady because she said she never had dreams this real, and when she picked up her wand and it let out sparks she almost keeled over! Then she hexed Trevor, which is nothing new, but besides that it was weird!" Ron opened his mouth to say something when Dumbledore appeared at table, standing in front of Ariana. She looked up, smiled, and patted Fred's arm.
"I'll be back later. Goodbye!" She stood and fallowed Dumbledore out of the Great Hall, and too his office. When they entered his office, Ariana fell into a chair, smiling at Fawkes.
"Well, I do have a good imagination." She said as he settled onto her shoulder. "I made you even more beautiful then I thought you would be, and that's saying something." Dumbledore cleared his throat and Ariana smiled up at him.
"Ariana Kelso, I presume?" Ariana nodded at him, still petting Fawkes. "Ms. Kelso, you think this is a dream, don't you?" Ariana nodded once more, and a frown crossed her face for the first time she had woken up.
"Oh, it is, Headmaster. I know that Harry Potter isn't real, though I wish it was. I also know that my Nina, our maid, will be in to wake me soon. Wish she wouldn't though...I have to go to a party Mom and Dad are throwing tonight. Stupid parties." Dumbledore shook his head, his eyes eye twinkling though he had a slightly confused look on his face.
"Ariana, this is no dream. Of that I can assure you...Somehow you've put yourself in our world, and Harry and Hermoine and Ron and everyone else here knows you. You were there in their first year, you were there in your second year, you helped Sirius escape in their third year, and in the fourth year you were there cheering on Harry. Though it seems you don't remember it, they do. No one has ever done this before, and I'm not sure how you did, Ariana." Ariana simply blinked at the Headmaster.
"What?" He leveled his gaze at her.
"Ariana, by force of mind you are now a Hogwarts student...and you are a witch." Ariana cracked up, covering her face with her hands, and making Fawkes fly off her shoulder. Between her gales of laughter she choked out "You're nuts, and this is a dream!"
"I assure you, this is not. Its quite real, I'm sure you'll come to grips with it sooner or later. Now head on to Potions, I dare say your new...er, old friends are waiting for you."
Disclaimer: You know the drill...not mine...bla bla bla...::bows and kisses JKR's feet because its hers and we aren't worthy::...bla bla bla...hairy dog and Harry Potter shit...bla bla bla...
Ariana snuggled under her covers, grabbing the covers and pulling them over her head. Voices priced the fog of sleep that covered her brain, but she ignored them. She was just about to slip back into her dreams when someone shook her. She groaned and her arm shot out from under the covers, trying to slap at who ever was shaking her.
"Lemma alone, I'm sleeping!"
"Ariana get up RIGHT NOW!" Ariana groaned and rolled over, opening her eyes to see a brown eyed, bush brown haired, girl glaring at her. Her eyes went wide and she let out a strangled cry, shooting up.
"Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing in my bedroom?" The girl, who oddly enough looked like Ariana's vision of Hermoine Granger, arched an eyebrow.
"Ari, what are you talking about? Its your best friend, Hermoine. Now move it, Ron and Harry are waiting for us!" Ariana blinked and shook her head, a bemused smile curving her lips. She shook her head and flopped back onto the bed, throwing her arm over her eyes.
"I think my obsession has gone a little to far...I'm hallucinating now." She mumbled to herself.
"Ari, UP! NOW!" Ariana threw her covers off her, silently snickering at herself.
"Yes, Hermoine." She dressed, almost going into fits of laughter when she put on her robes and saw the Gryffindor house symbol stitched on it. Hermoine shook her head but chalked it off as Ariana having a moment of insanity. When they finely reached the Great Hall (which took forever because Ariana stopped to talk with the Fat Lady because "I've never had a dream like this, who knows when my last chance will be?" Hermoine then became worried about her.) and sat down at the Gryffindor table.
"About time you two got down here, what took you so long?" Ron grumbled good naturally at the two girls. Hermonie glanced at Ariana who was currently talking to Fred and Gorge (she still wore that bemused look) and how they could get Draco Malfoy.
"Ariana's acting strange." Harry smirked and up from his eggs at Hermoine.
"When ISN'T Ariana acting strange?" Hermoine shook her head.
"No, I mean like she didn't know who I was at first! She talked to the Fat Lady because she said she never had dreams this real, and when she picked up her wand and it let out sparks she almost keeled over! Then she hexed Trevor, which is nothing new, but besides that it was weird!" Ron opened his mouth to say something when Dumbledore appeared at table, standing in front of Ariana. She looked up, smiled, and patted Fred's arm.
"I'll be back later. Goodbye!" She stood and fallowed Dumbledore out of the Great Hall, and too his office. When they entered his office, Ariana fell into a chair, smiling at Fawkes.
"Well, I do have a good imagination." She said as he settled onto her shoulder. "I made you even more beautiful then I thought you would be, and that's saying something." Dumbledore cleared his throat and Ariana smiled up at him.
"Ariana Kelso, I presume?" Ariana nodded at him, still petting Fawkes. "Ms. Kelso, you think this is a dream, don't you?" Ariana nodded once more, and a frown crossed her face for the first time she had woken up.
"Oh, it is, Headmaster. I know that Harry Potter isn't real, though I wish it was. I also know that my Nina, our maid, will be in to wake me soon. Wish she wouldn't though...I have to go to a party Mom and Dad are throwing tonight. Stupid parties." Dumbledore shook his head, his eyes eye twinkling though he had a slightly confused look on his face.
"Ariana, this is no dream. Of that I can assure you...Somehow you've put yourself in our world, and Harry and Hermoine and Ron and everyone else here knows you. You were there in their first year, you were there in your second year, you helped Sirius escape in their third year, and in the fourth year you were there cheering on Harry. Though it seems you don't remember it, they do. No one has ever done this before, and I'm not sure how you did, Ariana." Ariana simply blinked at the Headmaster.
"What?" He leveled his gaze at her.
"Ariana, by force of mind you are now a Hogwarts student...and you are a witch." Ariana cracked up, covering her face with her hands, and making Fawkes fly off her shoulder. Between her gales of laughter she choked out "You're nuts, and this is a dream!"
"I assure you, this is not. Its quite real, I'm sure you'll come to grips with it sooner or later. Now head on to Potions, I dare say your new...er, old friends are waiting for you."
