A/N: I just realized that my time line for Areina being in school is she's 13 and in her sophomore year of high school… Doh! So, Areina is a very smart 13 year-old. Tee Hee!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. Only Areina Atakapa and my new character Wolfram Wyman.

Chapter 4: The Day After... well ok it was a day and a half

When I awoke I found my self in a comfortable bed. Not the hard ground I hit before passing out. I lay awake, but with my eyes closed because of the light.

I could hear voices and was only able to understand what sounded like Hermione speaking quickly and franticly, "… then she just passed-out." The other person asked in an extra quizzical manner, "Now, how did you get her here so quickly?" I heard a small pause and shuffling of feet before Hermione spoke again. "I'm sorry Professor,"

'Wait a minuet' I thought, 'professor?' I tried to open my eyes.

"I used 'Locomotor' to get her here… and I made sure that nobody saw… well except the nurse… but she did not look fazed that I had a floating body… well that's until she saw that the body was somebody… I mean Areina... that's when she became very over protective like Madame Pomfrey."

'Had I not heard this name before, Madame Pomfrey?'

The other person, now I could hear better that the extra person was a male, knew this Madame Pomfrey and gave a small chuckle, "Yes, I can understand what you mean. You may be wondering why I'm here. I'm here because the Ministry contacted me saying that one of my students used magic." He paused. By now I had my eyes open, but I had not moved. "Well good morning or should I say good afternoon." I was taken aback that he was now talking to me instead of Hermione.

He chuckled-coughed, I sat up as much as possible, and then he said, "Forgive me sometimes I forget to introduce myself… I am Professor Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Areina Atakapa I presume?" he did a bowing/sweeping motion.

Having an opening I said, "Correct as usual King Friday… Oh sorry… Professor Dumbledore." I stuck my hand out for a handshake.

He accepted and said with a silly grin, "Who is this 'King Friday' I must meet him?"

I looked at Hermione she just shrugged an 'I don't know'. Then it hit me… more like I hit myself… I smacked my hand against my forehead and explained, "That phrase is from a… whatcha call it… ah, right muggle, TV show from the states." Hermione seemed to understand now, but the Professor still had a silly smile and glazed look about it, so I changed the subject. "I heard you say that the Ministry, I guessing of 'Magic', contacted you about Hermione's use of magic, but why were her parents not informed?"

Professor Dumbledore answered, "Oh, they were, but since both of her parents are muggles it would have taken about three days to get to Arizona. So, I'm kind of a representative for her parents. Not that it mattered any way."

I raised an eyebrow and asked, "So, how long have I been in here?"

Hermione gave an apprehensive look and Professor Dumbledore's face softened a-bit and said, "You have been in the infirmary and unconscious for a day and a half now." I sat in a shocked horror. I was able to choke out, "A.. A day and a half?!" Hermione and Professor Dumbledore nodded to confirm what I said. I ran my fingers through my hair trying to think. "Shoot! (Hermione made a small squeaking sound) I was actually supposed to be in the graduation today!" I tried to get up but it was like a force field was keeping me put. (Areina's A/N: It probably the fact that my head was pounding!) "Crap, crap, crap, crap… Have my parents been informed?"

Professor Dumbledore nodded and answered, "Yes, I sent an owl to them. Oh yes, and I will enjoy seeing you in 2 years!"

Yet again I quirked an eyebrow in question, "2 years?"

"Well you are a bit behind your school mates at this point. And don't worry about the school; I've made arrangements for you to do some catch up at Gunhilda of Gorsemoor School of Wizardry. It is one of the few vocational schools for late bloomers here in the States. It is a fine school and really close to where you live." He paused for a moment for it to sink in. "So what do you think?"

I was searching my mind for the right word to answer him with. I ran my hand threw my hair again and finally answered, " I say, that this is a lot to take in all at the same time… I don't know if I can say yes…(I looked at Hermione, she was looking at me with hopeful eyes.) what the heck sure! I'm up for some new challenges. I just hope that my family will understand. Will the school be like your guy's school, with dormitories and all?"

"Yes but since you are close to home you can stay at home… if you like," Professor Dumbledore answered with what looked to be a twinkle in his eye.

I was about to burst, "So, I get to choose?" he nodded "AWSOME! I'll stay at the school… (I calmed down a bit) You know… so that I'll get use to it… oh, and for my parents too… I mean two years I'll be hundreds of thousands of miles away instead of just a few miles away." I was beaming! New school, new friends, and more people like me!

Hermione came closer to my side and sat down in the chair next to my bed. She smiled weakly, "Hey, Areina?"

"Humm?" I was still smiling.

"Sorry to be a downer but, why did you pass out?" she finally asked.

I furrowed my brow and closed my eyes to think. Slowly I answered, "I remember.. I saw something… something like snake eyes… but they were on what seemed to be a man's face," I opened my eyes, "That is it. All I know is that in my culture something to the sort of that means EVIL! The evil was very strong and that is why I passed out."

(A/A-Note: In time I found out that the 'snake-eyed man' was Voldemort)

At that time I noticed a third person's presence. I looked around and saw 'Him.' He was not very tall but a little taller than Hermione and myself. Long midnight hair in a thin braid, to his mid-back. His face was a dark copper tone like mine because of the sun. His frame was slender but he was athletic and through the t-shirt he was wearing you could distinguish his physique.

Hermione cleared her throat, "He has been here ever since I brought you in. He hasn't left, unless he had to of course, and he hasn't said a word to me." She faked a pout. I looked away from him and blushed. Hermione continued, "Who is he?! And, why haven't you introduced him to me? Hummm?" she asked teasingly.

Continuing to blush a bit I answered with, "Wolfram Wyman this is Hermione Granger and Professor Dumbledore, Professor Dumbledore, Hermione this is Wolfram."

This time he did speak, he had an abnormally deep but soothing voice for a boy his age and said, "Nice to meet you." He nodded his head in acknowledgment, his eyes never leaving mine. He was most formal about it.

"Nice to meet you too Wolfram." Hermione was taken aback how formal Wolfram was and not offering a hand for a shake.

Professor Dumbledore nodded his hello, also.

I once again looked at Wolfram, "You know I hate it when you just appear out of nowhere like that."

"I know," he stated with confidence, annoyed I sighed, then waved his hand in a dismissing way, then reassuringly said, "but, I knew that you probably wanted to talk to them with out me around." His face softened a bit… but before he could continue Hermione spoke again.

I noticed her looking back and forth between the two of us in our little.. discussion and she just could not stop herself from asking, "Ok, what are you two not telling me?"

This time Wolfram blushed a little and threw me a look as if saying 'She's your friend you tell her.' I hefted a sarcastic sigh and finally answered Hermione, "Wolfram is my betrothed… our parents set us up in essence right after we were born. So he came to make sure I was alright." I looked at him and sniggered they all looked at me quizzically, "Oh, and if his mom found out that I was hurt and he did not come to see me she would have his skin!" I went a head and laughed a bit.

Wolfram made a small sigh laugh, "Yah she sure would have."

Hermione looked as though she was going to explode with questions. I glared at her. Then I looked back to Wolfram and asked, "Wolfram will you please show the Professor around the camp area please?"

He looked like he was to ask 'why' but seeing the face on Hermione he nodded and said, "It was nice meeting you Hermione," he did a teeny little bow as he turned to Professor Dumbledore and asked, "Shall I show you the grounds?"

"Oh, yes, lets," Professor Dumbledore replied.

With that the two males were gone with a snap of the door shutting.

A/Note: Thank you to the two people that have reviewed my fic. Please review my story whether or not you like it. This is my first fic. I know it's off a little slow but I'm hoping that it'll take off from here!