Dumbledore's Army ~ Chapter 3

By: MoonPaper

Summary: Just my idea of what it would be like if Dumbledore sent for talented students of magic from all over the world, to form the next Order of the Phoenix. How would the people of the magical world react, and what their talents wold be, and what adventures they would have to face.

Disclaimer: Harry Poter and related indicia are copyright, JK Rowling and Warner Bros.

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Chapter 3: What's up with him? And some on Arashi!

"Are you sure you can find your way back?" Arashi waved away the last concern, her fuse starting to go short. "Yes! And I do know how to ask for help!" The group looked at her one last time, and moved away with murmurs of "Bye", "See you." and "Madam Pince isn't that bad..." She sighed and shook her head. The Gryffindor patch on her Hogwarts uniform looked up at her worriedly, and she glared at it. "Not you too!" She rolled her eyes, and went inside the library, to look for a few books on people like her, who could give inanimate objects life. Which was going to take a while, she thought, 'Casuse I don't even know what I'm called.

The library, as usual, was a quiet, slightly musty- smelling place, and she wrinkled her nose before walking towards the Witches and Wizards section. But then, of course, there was the Muggle Books collection. She sighed. "Oh, how hard it is to resist temptation sometimes..." She browsed thorught he wide array of books, in different languages. She could've sworn there was an Ayashi No Ceres manga tucked in between two humongous books, but she couldn't find it again. Then, there was Anne Rice, Tamora Pierce... She sighed and took a particularly favourite book of hers entitled 'The Darker Descendant'

At the centre of all the shelves, there was a circle of couches, of, unfortunately, only one of them was somehow, seatable. And someone was already there. Arashi was too engrossed in her book to see anything, so she was about to sit down, when she noticed that someone was already there. She looked up. "Oh! Sorry!" She stood up and bowed. "I'm so sorry to disturb you." The boy who was lounging on the couch looked up from the book he was reading.

Smoky grey met cold steel. The two gazes locked for a while, before tearing apart. She looked at the Slytherin sixth-year and then, walked to a nearby couch, wincing as she hit a spring, and scrunching her nose up at the smell. She shifted for a while, before finding a not so comfortable, yet not so bad place, and she leant back on the armrest- and wondered why nobody ever thought of sitting on the floor. It wasn't that hard, and it wasn't mouldy- only the carpet was. She read, and finished, and she started reading on Amelia Altwater-Rhode'' book: 'Midnight Predator' Then, there was Holly Black's 'Tithe'. As she came across the description of Roiben, a character in the book, she looked up at the boy and saw the similarities.

He had an angular pale face, and sharp metallic grey eyes. He had long whitish-blonde hair in a short ponytail down his back. She shook her head nad snapped the book shut, reaching for another one. "An Interview With A Vampire." She looked up at the Slytherin boy, who gestured to the pile of books beside her. "You seem interested in that particular topic, don't you?" She shrugged. "It's fascinating how Muggles have such different viewpoints to it. Even if some of them are plain ludicrous." The boy nodded. "I agree. Have you read 'Queen of the Damned'?" Arashi shrugged. "Not yet." She smiled at him and extended her hand. "Fujima Arashi."

He took it. "You're one of those exchange students, aren't you?" She nodded. "I'm from Japan. Ameratsu Girl's University." He shrugged. "You can call me Draco." She smiled. "Sure. Arashi is fine with me." He nodded. And as they read on in silence, Arashi broke it this time. "You know, you look awfully like this character in this book-" she said, showing him the page, and as he read it, he smiled. "I guess so." Then, casually, he continued. "Has the Gryfindors said anything about the Slytherins?" Arashi shook her head. "Now that you mention it... No." He shrugged. "Just wondering."

Arashi looked at him for a while. "Why? Does it have anything to do with the hostility between the two houses?" Draco loked at her. He terribly wanted to squirm under the penetrating gaze, but years of experience with his father allowed him some ability to use on such occasions. He shrugged casually, shrugging the subject off him at the same time. She shrugged as well, though curious at his seemingly carefree behaviour. She stood up, brushed herself off, and pulled her gloves off, touching each of her books and telling to go ack to where they were supposed to be.

Draco watched in rapt fascination. "How did you do that?" She sighed and put her gloves back on. "It's an inborn ability of mine." He nodded, as if asking her to go on. "You were born an Animator? That's cool, must be troublesome, though, if you have to wear those gloves all the time." She shrugged. "I can't control it fully yet, but I'm learining." She smiled mentally. At least she knew what people like her were called now, despite not having done any research at all. And Hermione wouldn't have anything on her. And she was learning- slowly, but definitely surely. The only reason her gloves were not affected was because they were made for people like her. Then, after seeing the books off, she turned to Draco and gave him a small salute. "I have to go now." He nodded, and saluted back, albeit uncertain with the action.

The dorm she shared with the other girls was empty at that particular time- they were with their friends downstairs, and as Arashi began to change, something nagged at her, something she didn't remember, but was still there. But she didn't forget. It reminded her that she was there, and let itself loose for a while, before Arashi could wrap it up again. Frantically, she abandoned braiding her hair and rushed to Hermione's bedside, and pounced on the calendar.

She absolutely paled. It was November 16th. And she looked at the moon chart at the back, just in case. She was right- and she needed help. But what bothered her was how- and who to go to for it. Standing up quickly, she took a deep breath and let the raging spirit in her out again. It was just for a whie, so its hunger would slightly be satiated, and she could hold it in more later. She was back in the familliar place- the familliar sparkly black cavern, the familliar floating feeling. And the familliar memories that floated around her in small orbs. She was in her oh-so-familiar conscious. But before she could hold any of the memories, she struggled, and was awake again, switching places with the spirit, and running out of the dorm, and into the common room, amidst surprised people, and out, heading for Proffessor Remus Lupin's rooms.


Remus Lupin was indeed in his rooms, and just about to turn in, for some early morning homework checking, when frantic knocks (more like beatings and scratchings) at his door were heard. He stood up immediately, and half ran to the door. He saw a wide-eyed, messy-haired girl at the doorway, teary. She choked, and sobbed. "Professor, I need to see the Headmaster immediately!! Please!!!" He nodded, soothing the frantic girl. But it only made things worse. "Please hurry!!" He complied, and ran out of the room quickly. Not even getting his shirt. (Are you happy, my dear This_Is_Emma_87?)

He arrived at the Griffon statue, adn gave the password immediately, almost shouting it. (Cockroach Cluster) Luckily, the Headmaster was still there, and Arashi immediately launched into explanation. The moon changed faces tonight- it was supposed to be tomorrow when the moon would completely disappear- but it did so today. And she wasn't ready... Lupin couldn't make out anything of this, until suddenly, she stopped, and he looked in horror as her pupils dilated, to be replaced by completely red irises. He knew his changed into a feral yellow when he transformed...

Both of them snapped out of their fascinations, and Dumbledore immediately cast wandless magic, summoning his wand, and casting a Binding Spell and watching the now vampiric Arashi writhing on the floor. Lupin looked at Dumbledore, waiting for something, a sign, that he was about to be given an explanation. Albus just shrugged and sighed. "It is very unfortunate that there isn't such a thing as a Wolfsbane Potion for vampires...."