*~ The Shadow of Life ~*
Ohno's Rose and Winter Zorsten
Summary: I'm horrible at these. Armina's life has been torn apart by Voldemort. Now she's at Hogwarts, making friends (more or less) with Harry and friends. Her dark past is still following her though. What troubles will it bring about for Harry, Ron and the others? Read and Review to find out!!
A/N: Dammit! No one's reviewing! Please PLEASE!! This isn't a bad story! At least read it, and please review!! Rose is in Disney World, and I'm sure she'll be happy when she gets back to see that at least someone is reviewing. Oh... and thank you to that one, anonymous, reviewer who read this the first time I posted it...
*~Chapter Two~*
*~Joining the Club~*
Professor McGonagall arrived around noon that day. She was an ascetic looking elderly woman with black hair and piercing eyes. One look and you knew she meant buisness. However, Armina realized, as her gaze fell across the pale looking teenager her eyes softened. "I am Professor McGonagall." She smiled slightly as she introduced herself. "I am the Transfiguration professor, and I am here to sort you." With her was a old, dirty wizards hat. "Now sit down child, and put this on." Armina did as she was told and sat at the edge of her bed. She slowly lowered the hat on her head.
"Hmm.... Quite interesting..." The hat said. "I see loyalty, and you have been brave what with an encounter with Voldemort... perhaps Gryffindor... But... Oh what's this..." Armina felt edgy as the hat sifted through her emotions. "Ah, ambition, quite the good quality, the strive for success... quite a dark past as well... You're intelligent, yes very... Hmm..." She shifted slightly as the hat decided. "Slytherin?" The hat wondered "Maybe Gryffindor..." The name Gryffindor sounded familiar. So did Slytherin. The ones in Slytherin had been followers of Voldemort, she remembered. She wanted to be in Gryffindor though. "Oh? You do now? Well then, I guess the wise decision would be..... GRYFFINDOR!" Armina then pulled the hat off and was greeted by an appeased smile from McGonagall.
"Gryffindor it is..."
*~**~*~**~**
"This is where you will be staying for the remainder of the year." Professor McGonagall said, as she pointed to a grand four poster bed with coverings and everything. She came off as a sharp, old woman, but in truth she was possibly one of the coolest teachers there. "We've managed to get a few clothes for you, and your robes and other supplies already here." They walked out to the main room. "This is the Common Room. This is where most students spend their time when they aren't in classes or in the Great Hall. The Prefects go there, and the boys dormitories are that way..." She gestured to the places, then looked down at Armina. "I doubt you will be breaking the rules very often, but I must go over them anyways. As leader of the Gryffindor House, I expect you to be well behaved at all times, if you ever need to know the differences between acceptable and unacceptable behavior, refer to Miss Granger." She pointed at a pretty, fluffy-haired girl who was sitting on a couch near a window. She must have been listening, or at least looking, because she turned a discreet shade of pink. "You must not be late to any classes, unless you have a proper excuse, because the other professors may take away points from your house, or give you detention as they see fit. Each meal is served three times a day, and I'm sure you have already at least taken a tour of the school, so you know where the Great Hall is. If not then I'm sure Harry, Ron, Hermione, or Ginny would be glad to help you. Each night you are to return to the Gryffindor common room, and go to sleep at an appropriate time. You are NOT to be wandering around the school at night by yourself. If it is an emergency inform a teacher, or Mr. Filch, and they will instruct you, or come with you..." She went on for a few more minutes about the rules and what to do and what not to do, and trips to Hogsmeade and such. "Any questions?" She asked finally.
"Um. Just one." She said. "If you need a permission slip to go to Hogsmeade signed by a parent or guardian... then... how..."
She hesitated. "Why don't you see Professor Dumbeldore about it this afternoon." She suggested. "You may need to discuss a few more things as well." With that she turned and left promptly. Armina put away the two robes and such that she had. The rest were neatly folded and put away too, and her supplies were in a new bag that was sitting on top of a pretty wooden trunk. With all of that done she felt her own stomach growling. Outside it was getting darker. She turned hoping for some sort of sign that it was time for dinner.
"Oh... I'm meeting Harry and Ron to go down to dinner in about five minutes. I know they would really like you to join us." Said the girl on the on the couch. "I'm Hermione Granger." She put down her book and smiled. Armina held her hand out for her to shake it and she took it and shook it lightly.
"Oh cool! I've read an article in some magazine about you..." Armina said
"Oh! You don't mean the one about me in Witch Weekly, do you?" She frowned. "That was all just-"
"Rubbish. I know. Rita Skeeter has a habit of exaggerating the truth. She did one on the ministry once and had the guts to say that my step-dad was a death-eater, and all of this other garbage." Armina rolled her eyes slightly.
"Oh..." Hermione's smile grew downright fiendish. "If you don't like her... then I know you'll love this. Come on." She pulled her towards the Prefect's dorm. There were two seperate portraits in a large hall. One was of a beautiful Elizabethian woman, who giggled slyly at the other portrait. The other was of a Prince who was showing off by jousting. "Unicorn Horn!" Hermione shouted, to get the lady's attention. She frowned in annoyance, then swung open.
"What are we looking at?" Armina wondered aloud.
"This." Hermione pulled out a jar. "Say something mean about Rita Skeeter..."
"Erm... She's an awful git with horrible fashion sense and-" She stopped dead as a tackily colored beetle inside of waved it little legs almost in rage. "Umm... that beetle is staring me down..." She said hesistantly.
Hermione followed her gaze then laughed. "That's because you just insulted her." She grinned devilishly. "That is Rita Skeeter."
Armina stifled a laugh. "Are you serious?!" Hermione dove into the story about Rita and all her bogus articles and stuff and then how she had caught her as an unresitered Animagus and everything.
"Oh! We're going to be late now!" She said abrubtly and immediately pulled on her slippers and cloak. Armina followed her out of the room, and then ran up to her own to grab her slippers. In the Common Room a few kids sat by the fire and were laughing and talking loudly, while others goofed around. Ron and Harry were waiting at the portrait hole. "
"Well it's about bloody-" Ron began, and then saw Armina. "Oh. Umm. Hi!" He said a little less crankily. "Are you going to be eating with us?"
"Yes she is, Ronniekins, now what is is it that you were about to say?" She asked testily.
"I was about to say it was about bloody time that you got down here!" He raged. "But since you two seemed to have hit it off- a very hard thing to do with her." He gestured towards Hermione. "I figured that could have taken some time."
Harry and Ron laughed, Hermione remained unamused, and Armina gave a slightly amused smile, but didn't laugh since she didn't want to offend Hermione. "Get over it you two!" Harry said, still chortling. "We'll miss dinner."
~**~**~**~*
"We're all divided up when we sit to eat." Ron was explaining. Hermione had her face buried in another book, and Harry was talking Quidditch with some other guy, leaving Ron and Armina to try to start some sort of conversation. He decided to explain how the four houses worked. "Over there are the Hufflepuffs." He pointed over to a table of rowdy, but still, quiet students. "They're still going through a bit of a tough time..." He lowered his voice. "You-Know-Who killed a boy named Cedric Diggory two years ago. It's still not easy." He said sadly. "Especially not for Harry. He was there and all when... He got his powers back."
Armina nodded. "Yea... I read about that in the papers and stuff." She frowned slightly at her own memory of the bright green light. "Voldemort..." She muttered mostly to herself. Ron flinched for a moment. "Oh... sorry..."
"Oh... no that's okay. Harry's tryin to get me to say it. It still sends chills to me whenever I think about it though..." Ron smiled kind of awkwardly, then went back to explaining the houses. He pointed out the Ravenclaws, some of who were trying to catch a quick glimpse of her. He then pointed out (and complained colorfully about) the Slytherin house. She looked over and caught one smaller guy with steely eyes watching her, he was surrounded by two larger guys. "Oh..." Ron said noticing too. "That's Draco Malfoy. I think he's pretty self-explanatory once you meet him." He said disgustedly. The other boy turned around, allowing Ron and Armina to go back to their own meals and conversation about Quidditch players, and the Quidditch World Cup and things. Hermione excused herself half-way through saying she needed to go the the library. Harry was still talking to some red-head about Quidditch. "If you're done would you like to come back up to the common room with me?" He grinned.
"Of course." She smiled the the two got up, and left together, under the watchful eye of Dumbeldore, Snape, and McGonagall.
"Why if it isn't my least favorite Weasel!" Came a harsh, and drawling voice from behind them when they had reached the top of a marble staircase. Ron and Armina turned to see Draco and the other two guys at the bottom. He had an ugly grin plastered to his face that reminded her of a beady-eyed rat or something.
"Leave us alone Malfoy." Ron said with gritted teeth, and turned to go back to the Gryffindor common room.
"I was just wondering if the beautiful Miss Aperowd would rather accompany me for a walk around the halls." He leered at Armina.
"No." Armina said quietly. "I generally don't like to be in the company of snakes. All venom no quality. Ya know how it is. The best thing they're good for is purses and boots for Muggles." She smiled and turned back to Ron, ignoring the cold, but furious stare of Draco.
"He doesn't take rejection well, huh?" Armina joked as they approached the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"No. He takes it well. He was born with that look on his face. It's just natural for him." Ron joked back. "Oh. Toad Soup." He said to the Fat Lady who smiled at Armina approvingly as the portrait swung open. "Hey, can I see your schedule just to see what classes we have together."
"Sure." Armina said as she jogged up she stairs towards and then to her bed where she grabbed the piece of parchment where her schedule was and walked back. The Common Room was pretty empty by then, and the few people that did fill it were working quietly on homework at desks and in corners. Ron was sitting in a large, plush chair by the fire, she paused for a moment and leaned against the banister to watch as the glow of the flames flickered of his face and made his fiery red hair dance like fire as well. Kind of cute, she thought. Finally she took her place next to him.
He took the parchment from her and looked it over. "Hmmm... Defense Against the Dark Arts with Proffessor Lupin first, then Divination with Harry and I, next. Potions with Snape..." He made a point of looking disgusted. "Ah. Then lunch and Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid, after lunch. Arithmancy... that's with Hermione, NOT me. Astronomy up in the North Tower with the three of us. And Herbology with Professor Sprout last." He grinned. "We have most of our classes together. This is perfect." His grin widened.
"What's perfect?" Asked Harry coming up behind them. His scar seemed to blaze in the firelight.
"We have a fourth!" Ron grinned. "If she wants to be that is." he turned to Armina. "But it's no pressure. We'll understand if you don't want to..."
"Want to what?" She asked looking from one grinning boy to the other.
Harry pulled up his own plush chair and settled into it. "Well you see, when my dad was here He, Sirius Black, my godfather, Remus Lupin, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and a werewolf, and Peter Pettigrew..." He looked like he was about to insert a stinging comment, but then decided against it. "They started their own little kind of group. Even though we don't really want to think of Pettigrew and all... well... we thought it would be cool if we had our own little group for the last few years here." He continued to explain, quietly, about how Lupin had been a werewolf, and how, to not make him feel like a freak, his dad, Sirus, and Pettigrew became Animagi, and each time he transformed, they would transform too, and keep him company. "So what d'ya think?" He asked finally.
"It's Harry, Hermione, and me." Ron said his face still split in a grin. "We'd have to come up with nicknames too, I guess. When Mr. Potter and Sirius did it they came up with their animal names. Potter was Prongs, Sirius was Padfoot, Lupin was Moony, and Peter was Wormtail."
"Neville geez!" A girl yelled from behind them somewhere. Neville, the tall boy she had seen earlier at Madam Pomfrey's office, tripped over a rug and landed right on a girl who's toad began hop away towards a table.
"Hermione was thinking Neville as a fourth... but umm... we decided against it." Ron said guiltily, looking at the girl who was now trying to use a Summoning Charm to get her toad back. Instead it would hop away and whatever was in it's place came to her. "He's just too clumsy!" Ron hissed when he saw Armina's dissaprooving look. "So... anywho, wha'd'ya say?"
Armina looked at Ron, who was looking at her as if she was about to make a life altering decision. She turned to the fire, thinking it over, staring at it as if the answer was there. "It sounds fun." She smiled finally.
"So that's a yes?" They both asked happily.
"I s'pose." She said, as they both let up a cheer and got hushed by the rest of the people and a glare from the girl who was still trying to get her toad back.
"I guess Hermione's gonna be happy about this." Ron said, still grinning, when Harry had gone off to talk to Hermione, who had entered the Common Room loaded with books and piled them all on a table in the corner. "She's probably been wanting another girl in the group instead of her and three other guys." He shrugged. "Oh. Just wait until I tell you about all of the things that-" But at that moment the buzz in the room died down as Professor McGonagall entered.
"Armina." She said sternly. "Please follow me." She said, and turned towards the open portrait hole waiting. Armina looked at Ron and shrugged, then got up and to follow McGonagall.
"Professor Dumbeldore would like to see you again." Armina paled a bit. "Oh. No need to worry, child. He just wants to explain a few things to you. And tell you about your situation here. Why you're here. Why you're not... well, at an orphanage right now, or at Durmstrong." They walked quietly for a while until they reached a statue of a Gargoyle. "Lickety Splitcakes." She said. The statue nodded, smiled and hopped aside. When they approached Dumbeldore's office McGonagall left her there. "Someone will take you back when you're done." She smiled slightly and walked off, leaving Armina.
She raised a shaking hand to open the door when it opened itself. Dumbeldore was standing there. "Come in, come in." He smiled pleasantly. "Have one, please." He held a bowl of Every-Flavor Beans. She took one, and to her delight it was pumpkin pie flavored. She had never been in his office before, to her surprise it was quite nice, not the least bit intimidating. He had a beautiful Pheonix, he had explained her second day there, that it's tail feather's had been used in the making of Harry's wand, and also Lord Voldemort's. The two were not alone in the office this time however. There was another Professor sitting there too. He seemed nervous, and agitated. He had dark, slicked, oily hair, and pail skin. His thin lips were pressed in a harsh, straight line. His eyes weren't very welcoming, but it looked as if he was at least attempting it.
"Armina Aperowd, meet Professor Severus Snape. He'll be your potions teacher."
Ohno's Rose and Winter Zorsten
Summary: I'm horrible at these. Armina's life has been torn apart by Voldemort. Now she's at Hogwarts, making friends (more or less) with Harry and friends. Her dark past is still following her though. What troubles will it bring about for Harry, Ron and the others? Read and Review to find out!!
A/N: Dammit! No one's reviewing! Please PLEASE!! This isn't a bad story! At least read it, and please review!! Rose is in Disney World, and I'm sure she'll be happy when she gets back to see that at least someone is reviewing. Oh... and thank you to that one, anonymous, reviewer who read this the first time I posted it...
*~Chapter Two~*
*~Joining the Club~*
Professor McGonagall arrived around noon that day. She was an ascetic looking elderly woman with black hair and piercing eyes. One look and you knew she meant buisness. However, Armina realized, as her gaze fell across the pale looking teenager her eyes softened. "I am Professor McGonagall." She smiled slightly as she introduced herself. "I am the Transfiguration professor, and I am here to sort you." With her was a old, dirty wizards hat. "Now sit down child, and put this on." Armina did as she was told and sat at the edge of her bed. She slowly lowered the hat on her head.
"Hmm.... Quite interesting..." The hat said. "I see loyalty, and you have been brave what with an encounter with Voldemort... perhaps Gryffindor... But... Oh what's this..." Armina felt edgy as the hat sifted through her emotions. "Ah, ambition, quite the good quality, the strive for success... quite a dark past as well... You're intelligent, yes very... Hmm..." She shifted slightly as the hat decided. "Slytherin?" The hat wondered "Maybe Gryffindor..." The name Gryffindor sounded familiar. So did Slytherin. The ones in Slytherin had been followers of Voldemort, she remembered. She wanted to be in Gryffindor though. "Oh? You do now? Well then, I guess the wise decision would be..... GRYFFINDOR!" Armina then pulled the hat off and was greeted by an appeased smile from McGonagall.
"Gryffindor it is..."
*~**~*~**~**
"This is where you will be staying for the remainder of the year." Professor McGonagall said, as she pointed to a grand four poster bed with coverings and everything. She came off as a sharp, old woman, but in truth she was possibly one of the coolest teachers there. "We've managed to get a few clothes for you, and your robes and other supplies already here." They walked out to the main room. "This is the Common Room. This is where most students spend their time when they aren't in classes or in the Great Hall. The Prefects go there, and the boys dormitories are that way..." She gestured to the places, then looked down at Armina. "I doubt you will be breaking the rules very often, but I must go over them anyways. As leader of the Gryffindor House, I expect you to be well behaved at all times, if you ever need to know the differences between acceptable and unacceptable behavior, refer to Miss Granger." She pointed at a pretty, fluffy-haired girl who was sitting on a couch near a window. She must have been listening, or at least looking, because she turned a discreet shade of pink. "You must not be late to any classes, unless you have a proper excuse, because the other professors may take away points from your house, or give you detention as they see fit. Each meal is served three times a day, and I'm sure you have already at least taken a tour of the school, so you know where the Great Hall is. If not then I'm sure Harry, Ron, Hermione, or Ginny would be glad to help you. Each night you are to return to the Gryffindor common room, and go to sleep at an appropriate time. You are NOT to be wandering around the school at night by yourself. If it is an emergency inform a teacher, or Mr. Filch, and they will instruct you, or come with you..." She went on for a few more minutes about the rules and what to do and what not to do, and trips to Hogsmeade and such. "Any questions?" She asked finally.
"Um. Just one." She said. "If you need a permission slip to go to Hogsmeade signed by a parent or guardian... then... how..."
She hesitated. "Why don't you see Professor Dumbeldore about it this afternoon." She suggested. "You may need to discuss a few more things as well." With that she turned and left promptly. Armina put away the two robes and such that she had. The rest were neatly folded and put away too, and her supplies were in a new bag that was sitting on top of a pretty wooden trunk. With all of that done she felt her own stomach growling. Outside it was getting darker. She turned hoping for some sort of sign that it was time for dinner.
"Oh... I'm meeting Harry and Ron to go down to dinner in about five minutes. I know they would really like you to join us." Said the girl on the on the couch. "I'm Hermione Granger." She put down her book and smiled. Armina held her hand out for her to shake it and she took it and shook it lightly.
"Oh cool! I've read an article in some magazine about you..." Armina said
"Oh! You don't mean the one about me in Witch Weekly, do you?" She frowned. "That was all just-"
"Rubbish. I know. Rita Skeeter has a habit of exaggerating the truth. She did one on the ministry once and had the guts to say that my step-dad was a death-eater, and all of this other garbage." Armina rolled her eyes slightly.
"Oh..." Hermione's smile grew downright fiendish. "If you don't like her... then I know you'll love this. Come on." She pulled her towards the Prefect's dorm. There were two seperate portraits in a large hall. One was of a beautiful Elizabethian woman, who giggled slyly at the other portrait. The other was of a Prince who was showing off by jousting. "Unicorn Horn!" Hermione shouted, to get the lady's attention. She frowned in annoyance, then swung open.
"What are we looking at?" Armina wondered aloud.
"This." Hermione pulled out a jar. "Say something mean about Rita Skeeter..."
"Erm... She's an awful git with horrible fashion sense and-" She stopped dead as a tackily colored beetle inside of waved it little legs almost in rage. "Umm... that beetle is staring me down..." She said hesistantly.
Hermione followed her gaze then laughed. "That's because you just insulted her." She grinned devilishly. "That is Rita Skeeter."
Armina stifled a laugh. "Are you serious?!" Hermione dove into the story about Rita and all her bogus articles and stuff and then how she had caught her as an unresitered Animagus and everything.
"Oh! We're going to be late now!" She said abrubtly and immediately pulled on her slippers and cloak. Armina followed her out of the room, and then ran up to her own to grab her slippers. In the Common Room a few kids sat by the fire and were laughing and talking loudly, while others goofed around. Ron and Harry were waiting at the portrait hole. "
"Well it's about bloody-" Ron began, and then saw Armina. "Oh. Umm. Hi!" He said a little less crankily. "Are you going to be eating with us?"
"Yes she is, Ronniekins, now what is is it that you were about to say?" She asked testily.
"I was about to say it was about bloody time that you got down here!" He raged. "But since you two seemed to have hit it off- a very hard thing to do with her." He gestured towards Hermione. "I figured that could have taken some time."
Harry and Ron laughed, Hermione remained unamused, and Armina gave a slightly amused smile, but didn't laugh since she didn't want to offend Hermione. "Get over it you two!" Harry said, still chortling. "We'll miss dinner."
~**~**~**~*
"We're all divided up when we sit to eat." Ron was explaining. Hermione had her face buried in another book, and Harry was talking Quidditch with some other guy, leaving Ron and Armina to try to start some sort of conversation. He decided to explain how the four houses worked. "Over there are the Hufflepuffs." He pointed over to a table of rowdy, but still, quiet students. "They're still going through a bit of a tough time..." He lowered his voice. "You-Know-Who killed a boy named Cedric Diggory two years ago. It's still not easy." He said sadly. "Especially not for Harry. He was there and all when... He got his powers back."
Armina nodded. "Yea... I read about that in the papers and stuff." She frowned slightly at her own memory of the bright green light. "Voldemort..." She muttered mostly to herself. Ron flinched for a moment. "Oh... sorry..."
"Oh... no that's okay. Harry's tryin to get me to say it. It still sends chills to me whenever I think about it though..." Ron smiled kind of awkwardly, then went back to explaining the houses. He pointed out the Ravenclaws, some of who were trying to catch a quick glimpse of her. He then pointed out (and complained colorfully about) the Slytherin house. She looked over and caught one smaller guy with steely eyes watching her, he was surrounded by two larger guys. "Oh..." Ron said noticing too. "That's Draco Malfoy. I think he's pretty self-explanatory once you meet him." He said disgustedly. The other boy turned around, allowing Ron and Armina to go back to their own meals and conversation about Quidditch players, and the Quidditch World Cup and things. Hermione excused herself half-way through saying she needed to go the the library. Harry was still talking to some red-head about Quidditch. "If you're done would you like to come back up to the common room with me?" He grinned.
"Of course." She smiled the the two got up, and left together, under the watchful eye of Dumbeldore, Snape, and McGonagall.
"Why if it isn't my least favorite Weasel!" Came a harsh, and drawling voice from behind them when they had reached the top of a marble staircase. Ron and Armina turned to see Draco and the other two guys at the bottom. He had an ugly grin plastered to his face that reminded her of a beady-eyed rat or something.
"Leave us alone Malfoy." Ron said with gritted teeth, and turned to go back to the Gryffindor common room.
"I was just wondering if the beautiful Miss Aperowd would rather accompany me for a walk around the halls." He leered at Armina.
"No." Armina said quietly. "I generally don't like to be in the company of snakes. All venom no quality. Ya know how it is. The best thing they're good for is purses and boots for Muggles." She smiled and turned back to Ron, ignoring the cold, but furious stare of Draco.
"He doesn't take rejection well, huh?" Armina joked as they approached the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"No. He takes it well. He was born with that look on his face. It's just natural for him." Ron joked back. "Oh. Toad Soup." He said to the Fat Lady who smiled at Armina approvingly as the portrait swung open. "Hey, can I see your schedule just to see what classes we have together."
"Sure." Armina said as she jogged up she stairs towards and then to her bed where she grabbed the piece of parchment where her schedule was and walked back. The Common Room was pretty empty by then, and the few people that did fill it were working quietly on homework at desks and in corners. Ron was sitting in a large, plush chair by the fire, she paused for a moment and leaned against the banister to watch as the glow of the flames flickered of his face and made his fiery red hair dance like fire as well. Kind of cute, she thought. Finally she took her place next to him.
He took the parchment from her and looked it over. "Hmmm... Defense Against the Dark Arts with Proffessor Lupin first, then Divination with Harry and I, next. Potions with Snape..." He made a point of looking disgusted. "Ah. Then lunch and Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid, after lunch. Arithmancy... that's with Hermione, NOT me. Astronomy up in the North Tower with the three of us. And Herbology with Professor Sprout last." He grinned. "We have most of our classes together. This is perfect." His grin widened.
"What's perfect?" Asked Harry coming up behind them. His scar seemed to blaze in the firelight.
"We have a fourth!" Ron grinned. "If she wants to be that is." he turned to Armina. "But it's no pressure. We'll understand if you don't want to..."
"Want to what?" She asked looking from one grinning boy to the other.
Harry pulled up his own plush chair and settled into it. "Well you see, when my dad was here He, Sirius Black, my godfather, Remus Lupin, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and a werewolf, and Peter Pettigrew..." He looked like he was about to insert a stinging comment, but then decided against it. "They started their own little kind of group. Even though we don't really want to think of Pettigrew and all... well... we thought it would be cool if we had our own little group for the last few years here." He continued to explain, quietly, about how Lupin had been a werewolf, and how, to not make him feel like a freak, his dad, Sirus, and Pettigrew became Animagi, and each time he transformed, they would transform too, and keep him company. "So what d'ya think?" He asked finally.
"It's Harry, Hermione, and me." Ron said his face still split in a grin. "We'd have to come up with nicknames too, I guess. When Mr. Potter and Sirius did it they came up with their animal names. Potter was Prongs, Sirius was Padfoot, Lupin was Moony, and Peter was Wormtail."
"Neville geez!" A girl yelled from behind them somewhere. Neville, the tall boy she had seen earlier at Madam Pomfrey's office, tripped over a rug and landed right on a girl who's toad began hop away towards a table.
"Hermione was thinking Neville as a fourth... but umm... we decided against it." Ron said guiltily, looking at the girl who was now trying to use a Summoning Charm to get her toad back. Instead it would hop away and whatever was in it's place came to her. "He's just too clumsy!" Ron hissed when he saw Armina's dissaprooving look. "So... anywho, wha'd'ya say?"
Armina looked at Ron, who was looking at her as if she was about to make a life altering decision. She turned to the fire, thinking it over, staring at it as if the answer was there. "It sounds fun." She smiled finally.
"So that's a yes?" They both asked happily.
"I s'pose." She said, as they both let up a cheer and got hushed by the rest of the people and a glare from the girl who was still trying to get her toad back.
"I guess Hermione's gonna be happy about this." Ron said, still grinning, when Harry had gone off to talk to Hermione, who had entered the Common Room loaded with books and piled them all on a table in the corner. "She's probably been wanting another girl in the group instead of her and three other guys." He shrugged. "Oh. Just wait until I tell you about all of the things that-" But at that moment the buzz in the room died down as Professor McGonagall entered.
"Armina." She said sternly. "Please follow me." She said, and turned towards the open portrait hole waiting. Armina looked at Ron and shrugged, then got up and to follow McGonagall.
"Professor Dumbeldore would like to see you again." Armina paled a bit. "Oh. No need to worry, child. He just wants to explain a few things to you. And tell you about your situation here. Why you're here. Why you're not... well, at an orphanage right now, or at Durmstrong." They walked quietly for a while until they reached a statue of a Gargoyle. "Lickety Splitcakes." She said. The statue nodded, smiled and hopped aside. When they approached Dumbeldore's office McGonagall left her there. "Someone will take you back when you're done." She smiled slightly and walked off, leaving Armina.
She raised a shaking hand to open the door when it opened itself. Dumbeldore was standing there. "Come in, come in." He smiled pleasantly. "Have one, please." He held a bowl of Every-Flavor Beans. She took one, and to her delight it was pumpkin pie flavored. She had never been in his office before, to her surprise it was quite nice, not the least bit intimidating. He had a beautiful Pheonix, he had explained her second day there, that it's tail feather's had been used in the making of Harry's wand, and also Lord Voldemort's. The two were not alone in the office this time however. There was another Professor sitting there too. He seemed nervous, and agitated. He had dark, slicked, oily hair, and pail skin. His thin lips were pressed in a harsh, straight line. His eyes weren't very welcoming, but it looked as if he was at least attempting it.
"Armina Aperowd, meet Professor Severus Snape. He'll be your potions teacher."