I unfortunately do not own the world of Harry Potter.

I would just like to say a quick thanks to xoxLewrahxox, Clydelives, and xXxDragonxPhoenixXx.

This is my first fan-fic. Hope you like it!

Chapter 6:

In Trouble?, Halloween, and Classes

The following morning, Ariella went into the Potions classroom, put Draco's books on his desk, walked to the back of the room, took her seat, and then looked over to the Gryffindor side of the room. Her eyes quickly found Harry and Ron. They looked exhausted. As her eyes traveled a bit in front and in back of them, she noted that both Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom looked tired as well. But before she could ponder this anymore, Professor Snape strode into the classroom. At that same moment, Ron caught her staring, pointed this out to Harry, who turned, and both boys glared at her. Ariella immediately looked forward to the front of the room to see which potion they would be concocting today.

As Ariella scooped up Draco's books and headed out of the classroom, spared one more glace at the Harry and Ron before leaving for what was the rest of an uneventful morning. She still didn't know anything about what had happened the previous night, and that bothered and concerned her.

Then came Lunch.

After serving Draco his "platter" of food, Ariella had just began to pick at her own plate, when she overheard the tired foursome from class discussing something. Ariella's ears pricked. She could make out Ron's voice as he said,

"But why the Bloody hell is there a three-headed dog inside the school? Are they mad?"

A three-headed dog? Her mind immediately thought of Cerberus, (the three-headed dog who, in Greek Mythology, guards the Underworld). So there was a three-headed dog in the school, guarding something. But what? She was willing to bet anything that it was in that forbidden corridor on the 3rd floor. These were Ariella's thoughts as she continued her day, and for a couple more weeks. At least they hadn't gotten in trouble.

No news came, and while Ariella was doing well in her classes, nothing really exciting ever came of them, except for more homework then she knew what to do with. September came and went, the weather turned chilly, leaves changed color, and October was almost over, and nothing else had really drastically changed or happened.

Then came Halloween.

As Ariella entered the Great Hall on the night of Halloween, she was struck in awe. There were jack-o'lanternssuspended in mid-air, a full moon shone on the enchanted ceiling, and all around, everything was in orange, and black, and decorated for the holiday. It was amazing. The food was all Halloween based, too! Pumpkin pie, and gourd filled cups. Everything was going great until the doors opened, and in ran Professor Quirrel, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

"TROLL! T-TROLL! IN THE DUNGEONS!" he managed to yell, before collapsing.

Then several things happened at once. Everyone started getting up out of their seats, screaming, panicking, meanwhile, Ariella didn't see why everyone was panicking so much. Trolls though large, were extremely stupid, and wouldn't be able to reach them unless it was already up on their floor, and not in the dungeons like Professor Quirrel had said, or had broken everything with its massive body, which didn't seem likely, as they were all standing on solid ground.

"SILENCE!" said Professor Dumbledore over the crowd, and everyone froze.

"Prefects will escort their houses back to their dormitories, and teachers, come with me to the dungeons."

Ariella followed the rest of the students out of the door to the Great Hall, only to see, out of the corner of her eye, Harry and Ron breaking free from the group. She hurried after them, but when she reached the girl's bathroom where they were headed, she stopped outside, and cautiously looked in. She saw Hermione crouched in a corner under some sinks, Harry being held upside down by the Troll, and Ron standing in the thick of things, looking unsure of what to do. Ariella took out and raised her wand and said,

"Wingardiam Leviousa"

As the Troll went to swing his club at Harry, it didn't go with him, but hung suspended in mid-air. When the Troll looked up, Ariella had the club drop onto the Troll's head, and down went the Troll. Harry got out of the way in time, and all three looked more shaken than injured, with the exception of a few minor scratches. Ariella heard footsteps coming, so she hurriedly put her wand back in her robes, and sped down the nearest corridor and down to the Slytherin common room. She didn't stop until she got to her room. There, she collapsed on to her bed, relieved that no one had gotten seriously injured. She just hoped they wouldn't be in trouble. But as luck would have it, (she found out the next morning by looking at the point glasses), it seems that Gryffindor gained five points from last night's ordeal. If this is how the rest of the year was going to be, Ariella pondered, then it was sure to be a good one. She couldn't wait to see what November would bring!

Sorry about the short and boring chapters. (If they are boring in your opinion.) I promise I'll try to make them better, which should hopefully happen in the next chapter or two.

Thanks to all who are reading, and liking it. If you have any suggestions, questions, or comments, please feel free to review/private message me. Also, if you have any ideas at all, or would like to see something happen, let me know, and I'll consider putting them into a chpater. Thanks! ~ Leanora