AN: In response to my reviewer: you should always review peoples stories proprly. You shouldn't insult then because that's what they think and insulting what people think is realy rude. If your going to criticise, please make it constrcutiv criticism, because if it isn't I'll ignore it. You are obviously a horrible person who doesn't think about other peoples feelings. I don't have any time for you, so don't review again.

Thank you, however, to kitty-girl, THANK YOU! You were ever so nice. It was good to get a nice review.

I realised last time I had disabled anonymous comments at first o.O;; so I enabled them, so if you wanted to review last time and couldnt you should be able to now.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potte, I own Arry and the storyline that's all.

After havng gone through th portal. Arry looked around in amazement. She was in the middle of a big wood and the trees surounding her were dark and unwellcoming. The leaned towards her omminusly, as if they were trying to overpower her. She shivered in fear and at the sudden change in temprature, but even as she did, the familiar song of the phoenix could be heard and she felt the warmth flooding through her agigan.

Following the summuns of the phoenix, she hurried through the wood towards it, stumbling over some roots and being scratched by branches as she went. As she walked it got louder and louder and she knew she was getting closer and closer to it. She didn't know why she was following it really, but something inside her was telling her that that was what she was supposed to do.

Finally she immerged in a clearing, nd saw the phoenix hovering in the center. She looked on in awe, as it watched her. It seemed to be waiting for something, but she couldnt tell what.

I am waiting for you. A voice sounded in her head, feeling a little like melted chocolate. She gasped and looked around, not knowing who had spoken to her. I am speaking to you, Ariadne Potter. The voice spoke again and Arry, her emerald orbs wide with astonishment, looked at the phoenix in wonder. I have been looking for you for many weeks. My name is Fawkes, and my master has recently been murdered by the followers of an evil wizard. In preparation for his death, he told me to find you should it happen, for if he died, you would be the only hope our world would have against the destroyer of Light. Arry raised an eyebrow in disbelief. If she had not just passed through a fiery portal she would have been calling out that this was a very good joke, and looking for wires.

"By Master, do you mean Dumbledore… Albus, that is not Aberforth?" She asked the phoenix, feeling a little silly for asking such a question. The phonix nodded slowly. "And by the destroyer of light… is that Voldemort?" Again the phoenix nodded. "So," Arry said slowly, piecing together the facts, "I'm, like, in the Harry Potter universe?" One further nod. "This so ROCKS!" Arry exclaimed with excitement. "I'm in a fictional world! Just wait until my friends hear this. They are going o be so totally jealous of me. I'm going to meet everyone – Harry and Ron and Hermione… and Oh my God! I'm going to meet Draco. I wonder if he really looks like Tom Felton… this is so incredibly cool."

She stopped for a moment, her brain taking a few seconds to catch up with th rest of what she had just been told.

"What do you mean, I'm the only hope against Voldemort? I'm not a witch… and Voldy isn't exactly going to roll over and play dead… something tells me you've got the wrong Ariadne." There was silence for a moment, and Ariadne began to grow a bit uncomfortable in the phoenix's stare. She had the feeling it was unhappy with her.

I was sent to get you... You must help to save this world. The phoenix told her, sounding a little annoyed by her denial.

"But what if I…?" She began, but was cut off by footsteps approaching her through the forest. She turned round and looked into the shadows. "Whose there?" she asked.

Hope you liked it. PLEASE review, this is my first fic, so please be nice. NO FLAMES, because their rude and unnecessary. Thanks for reading and reveiwing.