A/N: Chapter 4 already! I only posted chapter three earlier today! Big thankyou and hugs and kisses to marykaitlin, my only reviewer from last chapter so far. Consider this chapter dedicated to you! Anywayz… on with the story!

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Chapter 4 – Albus Dumbledore

Arianna walked into her school office and glanced around. She couldn't see anybody who could possibly be Dumbledore. In fact, the office was deserted except for Arianna herself and the clumsy receptionist, who was currently busy filing her nails. She looked up.

'Looking for someone, dear?' She asked Arianna, her eyebrows raised.

'I just came to see how my favourite person in the world was faring with the harsh reality that is life.'

'Okay Black out with it. What do you want?'

'Why Miss Stinson! You assume the worst of me! Do you really think I would have an ulterior moti-'

'I believe she is looking for me.' Arianna was cut off by a voice coming from somewhere behind her. She whirled around. Standing there was the strangest looking person she had ever seen, even in the magical world. He was tall with a long white beard, long enough to tuck into a belt if he wanted to. He wore robes of a deep purple with white stars and had strange, twinkling blue eyes.

'I presume you are Arianna Black?'

'I presume you are Albus Dumbledore?' Arianna tried to glare but she found it a difficult task. Those eyes were unnerving.

'Why don't we go somewhere more private to talk?' He said to her, a faint smile on his lips.

'Fine,' Arianna agreed stiffly, 'We'll go to my place.'

Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

'You apparate, I'll walk. The address is 73 Wattletree rd.'

Dumbledore shook his head, 'If it's all the same to you, I'd rather walk.'

'Fine. But keep up. I'm not waiting.'

The receptionist watched this exchange with a bewildered look on her face. Apparently they'd never met before, but Arianna Black turned on the charm for everyone, well, everyone except Lorena Malfoy. She must have a very good reason to dislike this person. She stared after them with curiosity as they walked out the door.

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Over the fence, through the Renton's yard, under the gate, cut through the park…

Arianna's heart bwas pumping as she hurtled through the streets at breakneck speed to get home. 'That old loser thinks he can keep up with the great Arianna Black, he's gonna pay for it.' She though to herself as she dodged a kid on a bike. She jumped the last fence and landed in her back yard. She strolled round the front triumphantly, only to find Albus Dumbledore sitting on her front step.

'I thought you said you weren't apparating.' She growled at him. How dare he! She had just run 2 k in about 4 and a half minutes flat, and he doesn't even have the decency to try and look humiliated and defeated!

'I didn't apparate, Miss Black, I walked, as I informed you I would be doing.'

'Yeah, sure you did…' Arianna muttered to herself as she turned her key in the lock and walked into the house. She dumped her school bag near the front door and plonked herself down at the dining room tale. A few seconds later Dumbledore joined her. Before she even had a chance to open her mouth, Dumbledore spoke.

'Now Arianna, I realise that the only reason you agreed to meet with me today is so that you could tell me exactly what you thought of me and throw me out on my rear end, but I beg you listen to what I have to say.'

Arianna blinked. 'Wow.' She though to herself, 'This guy is good.'

She leaned back in her chair and folded her arms in front of her chest.

'Okay,' she said, meeting his eye, 'Talk.'

Not at all put off by the coldness in her voice, Dumbledore started his explanation.

'I believe you are familiar with the story of the Potters and their secret keeper?' He was answered with a cold stare, but he took this as an affirmative answer.

'Well it turns out, the secret keeper was not who we thought it was originally. The secret keeper was Peter Pettigrew, Not Sirius Black.'

Arianna's eyes flashed dangerously.

'Impossible. HE was the secret keeper, not Pettigrew. HE murdered Pettigrew.' She spoke in a low voice, but her tone made it clear she was about to lose her temper.

'Sirius Black was the Potters secret keeper originally, but later, it was changed to Peter Pettigrew, and Sirius acted as a decoy. Not even I knew about the change.'

'So Pettigrew was a death eater and blew himself to smithereens in that street full of muggles?' Arianna said sarcastically.

'No. He merely transformed. Peter Pettigrew is an animagus. A rat. He murdered all those poor muggles and left Sirius to take the blame.'

'Wait a minute. So you're telling me there is a traitorous murderer on the loose and an innocent man is has been rotting in Azkaban?'

'Yes.'

'I don't believe you.' The anger and bitterness were gone from her voice now and she just stared simply at Dumbledore, her face expressionless.

'Tell me this again under veritiserum and I'll believe you.'

Dumbledore smiled at her.

'Fair enough, but I don't have any veritiserum on me.'

'I have some.' For the first time that day Dumbledore looked surprised.

'How is it that a fifteen year old girl has possession of a potion controlled strictly by the ministry of magic?'

'The ministry are idiots who should put extra security on their potions cabinets.'

She smirked and vanished out of the room, returning moments later with a small glass vial of a clear liquid. She handed it to Dumbledore who downed it in one gulp.

A/N: What did you think of chapter 4? Plz review! I Don't get many reviews… Sob…