A/N: This chap is pretty short, but it's got a lot going on in it, so that should make up for it. I'm planning on releasing a prequel to this story about when the marauders were at school so look out for it! The first chapter is half written so I'll let you know when I post!

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Chapter 14 – meet the teachers

Arianna overslept the next morning. The port-lag was finally catching up with her. She slowly got out of bed to find that all her dorm mates (Ginny included) had already left. A glance at her watch told her that she had ten minutes left until her first class. She swore as she hurriedly pulled on her school uniform and ran a brush through her hair. She grabbed her book bag and sprinted out the door. When she got down to the common room, there were barely any people there, but she managed to find a mousey looking third year to follow down to the great hall. Upon entering the Great Hall, every eye turned to her. Arianna stared determinedly at her feet and marched over to the Gryffindor table where she sat down next to the same third year she'd followed downstairs. She was just buttering herself a piece of toast when McGonagall marched over to her and handed her a piece of parchment.

'Your timetable.' She told her.

'You have transfiguration with me first and class starts in three minutes exactly. Make sure you are not late.'

'Oworypefessaoollbedere.' Was the only response McGonagall got because Arianna's mouth was full of toast. Shooting her a disgusted look, professor McGonagall walked stiffly out of the great hall, no doubt heading to her classroom.

Ari took her time finishing breakfast. She didn't particularly care about being late. After all, she was trying to get herself kicked out, right? When she had finished eating, Ari walked fast pace to the transfiguration classroom. When she opened the door, she found everybody already in their seats and Professor McGonagall standing at the front of class giving a lecture. She turned her gaze to Arianna and fixed her with a cold glare.

'Miss Black?'

'Sorry I'm late, Professor, I got lost.' She put on her best puppy-dog eyes innocent look, but it didn't get past Professor McGonagall.

'Take a seat Miss Black. 20 points from Gryffindor for your tardiness.' Ari headed to the back of the classroom and sunk into one of the wooden chairs. She opened her backpack and pulled out three things: Her transfiguration text, her wand and a muggle mp3 player that had been charmed to work in close proximity to magic. Dumping her book and wand on her desk, Arianna popped the earphones of the mp3 player into her ears, but she didn't turn it on. Leaning back in her chair, Ari closed her eyes and faked sleeping. This was an 'art form' she and Kayla had practiced continually at Holcroft. Pay attention but make it look like you're not. This meant that she could 'keep up the image' but when it came to doing the work, she could still do it like an expert. But this time, the 'art form' was serving a bigger purpose than keeping up Ari's bad girl image. It was helping her get kicked out of this hell-hole.

'Miss Black! Remove those things from your ears right this instant and pay attention!' Ari pretended not to hear McGonagall's order because in all reality, if she had been listening to music, she wouldn't have been able to hear her in the first place.

'Miss Black! Miss Black! Oh- sonorous. MISS BLACK!' Arianna couldn't ignore her anymore. She made a great show of blearily opening her eyes and yawning dramatically.

'Yes Professor McGonagall?' She asked sweetly. The other students were staring at her in awe and disbelief. No-one has ever crossed Professor McGonagall before! McGonagall was beyond furious.

'Never in all my years have I seen such blatant disrespect for authority! You will serve detention tonight with Mr Filch!' Ari smiled sweetly again, reached into her book bag and pulled out her detention-diary. She, Kayla and Paige had all received one as a 'gift' from their head of house at the beginning of the year. She flicked through to September second where she wrote neatly 'Detention Mr Filch.' She turned back to Professor McGonagall, who was standing with her mouth hanging open in shock.

'When and where?'

'Entrance hall. Ten o'clock.' Ari wrote it down, slammed the book shut and looked up at McGonagall expectantly.

'Well… aren't you gonna keep teaching? It's what they're paying you for, right?' McGonagall gave Arianna one last severe look before turning and strolling swiftly back to the front of the classroom. As soon as she was gone, Arianna popped the earphones back in her ears; much to McGonagall's fury.

'MISS BLACK! That is it! You are going to see the headmaster!'

Ari gathered her stuff and, clutching the note McGonagall had given her to give to Dumbledore, she exited the classroom. She was smirking as she set of down the corridor to Dumbledore's office. Sent to see the headmaster ten minutes into the first class of her first day; that had to be a record. She confidently approached the the statues of the two gargoyles and stated the password McGonagall had told her.

'Fizzing Whizbee.' Nothing happened. Ari frowned.

'Fizzing Whizbee.' She tried again. Nothing.

'Damn gargoyle! Fizzing Whizbee!'

'The headmaster has just changed the password.' Arianna whipped around. Standing behind her was a tall, pale figure dressed in billowing black and with the greasiest hair Arianna had ever seen.

'The headmaster has just changed the password.' The figure repeated.

'Would you mind telling me what it is then?' Ari replied sweetly. He scowled at her.

'You should be in class, Miss Black. What are you doing demanding entrance to the headmasters' quarters?' he demanded.

'I was sent here by Professor McGonagall. How do you know my name?'

'I am your professor and you will always address me as "Professor " or "sir."'

'How do you know my name, sir?' He sneered at her.

'You are quite the celebrity Miss Black.' She glared at him.

'That may be, sir, but right now I have an appointment with the headmaster, so would you mind telling me the password?'

'How very like your father you are.' He spat at her, 'He too strutted around like he owned the place and had no respect for authority. And look where that got him; a convicted criminal.' BAM. Arianna's fist connected with the greasy-haired guy's nose and he staggered backwards.

'You – you – ' he hissed, clutching his nose.

'You'll be expelled for this. Like father, like daughter, convicted criminal. Come with me.' He grabbed her arm, but Arianna wrenched it out of his grip and ran. Her mind was numb. She'd be expelled for sure, but this wasn't how she wanted it to happen! She wanted to get thrown out for playing pranks and being rude, not attacking a teacher! They'd snap her wand in half and Holcroft wouldn't accept her back and she'd have to go to some muggle delinquent school! She had to get out of there. She ran back to Gryffindor common room as fast as she could and then up the stairs into her dormitory. She threw the few things she had unpacked back into her trunk, pulled a small leather bag out of the bottom of it and slammed it shut. Ari quickly dragged her trunk down the stairs and stopped in front of the fireplace and quickly lit it with her wand. She pulled some powder out of the small, leather pouch she was holding and threw it into the roaring flames, which instantly turned emerald green. She shoved her trunk into the fireplace and stepped in after it.

'Number 12 Grimmauld Place!'

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Sirius was sitting in the kitchen of Grimmauld place thinking about how perfect his life was right now. He had a family! A real family, not a dark-arts obsessed family who trained their children to become death eaters, but a good non-evil family. Arianna was a blast and Anna… Sirius smiled. He and Anna had just decided to get back together. Anna was the love of his life, Sirius knew this, and now he had a little-mini me! Well, maybe not so little. Arianna was fifteen years old now, so she was hardly a baby. Sirius' smile faltered. He regretted missing the first fifteen years of her life.

'Sirius' musing's were interrupted by the fireplace flaring to life. He vaguely wondered who would be coming now. The next order meeting wasn't for another two days and most of the members were out on missions anyway. Sirius watched as a slim figure tumbled out of the fireplace and landed on her feet, only to be knocked to the ground a few seconds later by her trunk. Sirius gasped. He recognised this person. The dirty-blonde hair and tanned skin were only too familiar.

'Ari? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at Hogwarts!' Ari's eyes widened at the angry look on his face.

'Uhhh….'