»Desclaimer for all Shards of Silver Chapters: I DO NOT own any of the original Harry Potter book or movie characters, they belong to the wonderful J.K.Rowling and never would I claim them as my own. However, I DO own Arianna and her characteristics. She is a fictional character that I myself, without the help of any others, created in my psychotic mind. I can't help it, these things just happen sometimes.

»Author's Note: Well I've never done a Harry Potter fanfic before...so if you like it, that's great. If you don't, then too bad and don't read more of it or flame me. No one likes to be flamed, and if you flame me I'm likely to say a little something back. You have been warned.

»Chapter Guide:

A description of place, person, or feeling.

'Thoughts'

"Speaking aloud to others."

/A new time, setting, or point of view/

(This would be an Author's note in the middle of the story!)


Shards of Silver - Chapter II: A School to House the Trickster

(I really hope this isn't too hard to read...if it is...then I'll be fixing it yet AGAIN. Hehe ; )

The cold wind on Arianna's face wasn't exactly wonderful. She felt like her watering eyes would freeze shut. However, Arianna forced her eyelids open and her broomstick onward. She was amazed that her mother was smart enough to tie their brooms together, knowing that Arianna would probably try and flee if she hadn't.

"How much longer?" Arianna tried to yell over the howling winds, but recieved no answer. Through the night they flew, watching the sun rise slowly over the ocean. 'No school, even one this far away, will be able to discipline me!' she thought defiantly. True, not one school she had attended could change her reckless, uncanny ability to cause trouble, but she had no idea what was to come this time. Arianna's heart was already aching with worry. What if it would be harder to break out of this school? What if it's a school for witches like me and I actually have to work? Arianna was extremely lazy, hated work of any kind. Sure, everyone's lazy sometimes, but she could sleep three days straight if she wanted to! The only time she wasn't doing nothing was when she was plotting something, a dazed but evil look on her face. That was never a good sign. Maybe, just maybe, for once she would try not to be so lazy?
'Well, don't get carried away!' she thought, 'That would be like becoming an acceptable student!' Ha! Yeah right! If she were a good student, her life would be just as dull as everyone else's, it would have no point! A she mentioned this to herself, large castle-like buildings were appearing. Arianna's mother began to dive, and Arianna's stomach lurched. She was now sure that she would not break out of THIS school. Sighing heavily, Arianna landed on the stone stairs beside her mother. An old man with a long, white beard and hair was present. His blue eyes were unreadable, but out of instinct she grabbed the glowing white jewel on her choker neclace. She could see carriges with no horses coming up the walkway and young kids on boats. Were they students here? They all looked happy and joyous with friend faces everywhere.
Friends...it had been a while since Arianna had those, but she had forgotten their names anyway.
"Welcome..." the old man began, "to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. I'm sure you will become most comfortable here." He led them through the large oak doors, behind them the crowd was following. The man took a left, while the large group kept walking forward, glancing sideways at Arianna. She follow the old man to each classroom, explaining the classes within. Arianna racked her brains trying to comprehend it all while they returned to the enormous hall. As the doors opened, a million eyes pierced her skin. They all were wearing the same attire and talking happily across tables. As she walked beside the old man, silence fell. A tall, thin woman with cat-like eyes sat her down on a stool. Arianna's black hood fell back, and she felt her face get as red as her burgundy hair. A worn, tattered hat was place on Arianna's head. She peered around the room, pizzled, when suddenly the hat sprung to life.
"Hmm...yes, quite the mind, this one." It spoke, "Been transfered from twelve different schools, for the same reason...a trickster, this one!" It paused for a moment, then continued, "Pretty clever, not too bad brains. And what's this? Quite a bit of a thirst for adventure...how about..." another moment's silnce, and then..."Gryphondor!" it yelled out, followed by a large and loud applause from the right-center table. The hat was pulled off Arianna's head as the red and gold table beckoned her to them. She obeyed their cheering, not understanding what it was about. She was seated between two tall, red-headed boys a little older than her. They were asking her random questions:
"Where are you from?" "What sort of tricks did you play?" "What year are you in?" Arianna had no idea about the last one, but happily told the twins beside her the tricks and pranks she got transfered for. They were considering these tricks as if they would use them, and introduced themselves as Fred and George Weasley (Yeah, I read the book, I know they left in #5, but I thought it would be cool to have them in it!). They had a brother in her year, which she found out was in his 6th year, named Ron, and a sister in her 5th year named Ginny. At hearing their names, Ron and Ginny looked over at her.
"'ello." they said through bites of chicken. She bowed her head to them, catching the black-haired boy beside Ron's eyes. She had realized the scar, knew he was Harry Potter, but thought it was wise not to say anything. It wouldn't make a very good impression, seeing as how she was sure she couldn't escape the tall, stone walls of this school. A bushy-haired girl beside them held out her hand.
"Pleased to meet you. I'm Hermione Granger." Arianna did not take her hand, but inclined her head.
"I am called Arianna Deftblade of the Moon Children clan from Northern New Zealand." Arianna replied in her cool, mysterious and superior voice. Withhout a smile, she returned to her plate. Hermione, Ron, and Harry exchanged curious looks just before returning to their own meals.