A/n: I know I should have update d sooner but exams got in the way. But I am done with them now and have free time. Here is the next chapter.

Chapter 2: Who killed your puppy?

It felt warm, like it belonged in my hand. I felt complete, like I had found the part that I never knew was missing.

10 ½ holly wood, Dragon heartstring.

How a simple stick could make me so happy. But it did, I felt amazing.

This wand was mine. It belonged to me. It called me.

I felt giddy, I had the same wood as that of Harry Potter but it was due to Celtic calendar as I was born on 1st August, and the heart string came from a Hungarian Horntail, the deadliest dragon ever.

My thoughts were broken by Hermione who saw I was staring at my wand and waiting for her.

"I'm done, let's go down," she said pulling her bag pack and I put my wand in the robe that I was wearing.

Yup, I was wearing Hogwarts standard uniform -White shirt, dark grey skirt, and black robes.

I was like 'Yeah!' when I saw myself in the mirror this morning.

My good mood was destroyed when we entered the great hall and saw Malfoy making fun of Harry.

"Ignore him," said Hermione, who was right behind us. "Just ignore him, it's not worth it..."

"Hey, Potter!" a girl sitting beside shrieked. I recognized the pug face- Parkinson, "Potter! The dementors are coming, Potter! Woooooooooo!"

"She doesn't need to worry, dementors don't like pugs," I mumbled loud enough so only four of us could hear. Harry and Ron sniggered while Hermione was trying to hide a smile.

I sat beside Fred, who smiled at me and then carried on with his food.

"New third-year course schedules," George said with a mischievous grin on his face which turned into frown when he saw Harry's face. "What's up with you, Harry?"

"Malfoy," Ron hissed.

"Ignore him, he's a prat," I added and scooped some bacon on my plate.

"That little git nearly wet himself, wasn't so brave that time," George assured Harry and Fred then told us how Mr. Weasley went to Azkaban once and he said it was the worst place.

On hearing this, I felt a little guilty. I knew Sirius Black was innocent and he shouldn't have been send to Azkaban for the crimes he never committed. I couldn't do anything about that. No one would believe me if I said he was innocent and I couldn't explain unless I told them about me knowing the future. But he was out now and it made me feel a little better.

"Ooh, good, we're starting some new subjects today," Hermione's voice broke my thoughts.

"Hermione," said Ron, frowning as he looked over her shoulder, "they've messed up your timetable. Look — they've got you down for about ten subjects a day. There isn't enough time."

"I'll manage. I've fixed it all with Professor McGonagall."

"But look," said Ron, laughing, "see this morning? Nine o'clock, Divination. And underneath, nine o'clock, Muggle Studies. And —" Ron leaned closer to the timetable, disbelieving, "look— underneath that, Arithmancy, nine o'clock. I mean, I know you're good, Hermione, but no one's that good. How're you supposed to be in three classes at once?"

"Don't be silly," said Hermione shortly. "Of course I won't be in three classes at once."

"Well, I have only Arithmancy. It's going to nice, while you get stuck in Divination," I said trying to change the topic.

"Divination is an easy score," Ron replied with his mouth full.

Hermione made a face. "But that doesn't mean it won't be boring. I believe in destinies and all, but seers are rare and you are born with it - the power. You can predict numerology though," I commented as an afterthought.

"I know that's what got me interested," Hermione replied giddily. Ron saw the topic drifting and shrugged and forgot about Hermione's schedule.

Just then, Hagrid entered the Great Hall. He was wearing his long moleskin overcoat and was absent-mindedly swinging a dead polecat from one enormous hand.

"All righ'?" he said eagerly, pausing on his way to the staff table. "Yer in my firs' ever lesson! Right after lunch! Bin up since five getting' everthin' ready… hope it'sokay… me, a teacher… hones'ly…"

He grinned broadly at them and headed off to the staff table, still swinging the polecat.

"Wonder what he's been getting ready?" said Ron, a note of anxiety in his voice.

"Its his first time, leave him alone. Hagrid's not that bad," I said shrugging. Ron looked at me like I was mad and Harry just smiled.

After breakfast I saw others going towards the north tower while I had to go to the seventh floor, which I had no idea where it was. I saw Third year Ravenclaws including Padma Patil going in some direction and I took after them knowing they would have taken the class. They are Ravenclaws after all.

Hermione would be coming soon after me using her time turner.

"Hey stop for me."

There she is.

"I thought you were going to Divination," I asked innocently.

"Nah, Arithmancy's going to be better, I hope," her face was into a frown.

"Arianna!"

I turned around and saw a girl running towards us. She stopped a few steps before me. She was brunette, her hazel eyes looking at me with familiarity.

"Hey Audrey!" Hermione said.

I frowned trying to remember there was even an Audrey in the book.

Nope's. Can't remember one.

"Sorry I was late. Daniel's post arrived just now. Here," She pushed a package she had with her in my hands.

"He sent the new diary you wanted. Sometimes I feel like he's your brother not mine," she joked and I tried to smile but it came out as grimace.

Who was she?

She was a Hufflepuff and I knew nothing about her.

"On to Arthimancy," she questioned and Hermione nodded.

"Cool. I am just off to Potions. God, I thought I was going to fail but I didn't. I hope I survive the last year," she trailed off. "Off you go, don't want new Head Boy to complain about me being late," she rolled her eyes at that.

My mind was on Audrey.

I had heard that name.

She seemed to dislike Percy.

Who was…

Holy shit, please don't tell me she was Audrey Weasley, the one Percy married.

She could be.

If I remember correctly, Audrey Weasley was a muggleborn and her borther did give me diary and pen.

My thoughts were broken when I saw a woman with long black hair and fair skin entering the classroom. She was wearing dark red robes and her hair reached almost to her hips. She looked strict and her expression made told me that this class won't be easy.

God what have I got myself into?

"My name is Septimus Vector and Welcome to Arithmancy class," she started. "Arithmancy is perhaps the most analytical and challenging branch of magic. It is not for those who are looking for an easy O," I laughed internally on hearing this.

Ron Weasley should hear this.

" But it is also useful in ways that other forms of magic cannot hope to match. Most modern spellcrafting and even some potions innovations are done by arithmancy. It forms the foundation for curse-breaking, magic reversal, spell detection, and spell analysis. It is an integral part of alchemy and advanced astronomy, and an excellent aid to improve rune-based magic and wards. It is also used for statistical prognostication, which, in my humble opinion, is far more reliable than any other form of divination because it can be backed up with hard numbers, although I'm sure Professor Trelawney would disagree." I snickered a little and it brought a smile on my face too, but Hermione didn't.

"I would like to begin the class with a short quiz," Professor Vector continued. She began to hand out pieces of parchment. "You will not be graded on it, and, indeed, most of you will probably not be able to finish it. It is merely to ascertain your level of mathematical instruction. I do this because students often come into this class with very different backgrounds in the subject. In fact, I've noticed that maths is the one area in which muggle schooling consistently outstrips our own," she added, looking pointedly at the Slytherins who had sneered when Professor said that muggleborn might have more knowledge than them. "Please begin. You have ten minutes."

I looked down at the parchment and after reading it, I realized it was easy. It was basic maths and algebra. I was able to do the paper in seven minutes and saw that Hermione was done with hers too. I winked and she smiled.

"For a first look today, we will study the magical properties of the number seven and the ways in which sevens appear more often in magic than you would otherwise expect…"

The class was interesting and I enjoyed it. There was no wand waving and this made me relax. I could handle calculations.

As the bell rang, we trudged out of the class and as I looked back I realized Hermione wasn't with me.

I followed my last idea and followed few Hufflepuffs. I was early and waited for others, taking a seat at the back. They looked horrible like someone died.

"Who killed your puppy?" I questioned Harry who had taken the seat beside me as Ron was avoiding his eyes. He shook his head and remained silent.

Professor McGonagall started the class talking about Animagi and she showed an example by turning into her animagous form. Students didn't even react or said anything.

"Really, what has got into you all today?" said Professor McGonagall, turning back into herself with a faint pop, and staring around at them all. "Not that it matters, but that's the first time my transformation's not got applause from a class."

Everybody's heads turned toward Harry again, it was amusing watching Harry squirming under others gaze. Then Hermione saved the day.

"Please, Professor, we've just had our first Divination class, and we were reading the tea leaves, and —"

"Ah, of course," said Professor McGonagall, suddenly frowning. "There is no need to say any more, Miss Granger. Tell me, which of you will be dying this year?"

Everyone stared at her. I fought back a laugh as I realized she was going to make the joke.

"Me," said Harry, finally. He looked at me and gave him confused expression.

I smiled on hearing her explanation and was waiting for the moment and it came.

"You look in excellent health to me, Potter, so you will excuse me if I don't let you off homework today. I assure you that if you die, you need not hand it in."

Hermione and I laughed out loud at that. Ron still looked worried still, and Lavender whispered, "But what about Neville's cup?"

"What happened with Neville?" I questioned.

"He broke his first cup. Professor had predicted that even before he picked it up." She whispered to me.

I smiled and shook my head. "That's not prediction. She made Neville nervous and people do become clumsy when someone comments about their act." I turned to Harry."Harry you are going to be just fine."

"Thank you Miss Song for supporting my views," Professor said and I groaned. Here it comes. "But pay attention to class."

Phew.

After the class we went to great hall for lunch, I made a note to remember the way. Ron tried his hard to convince Harry that his life might be in danger but Hermione denied it.

"Professor Trelawney said you didn't have the right aura! You just don't like being bad at something for a change!"

He had touched a nerve. Oh Boy! You shouldn't have said that. Hermione slammed her Arithmancy book down on the table so hard that bits of meat and carrot flew everywhere.

"If being good at Divination means I have to pretend to see death omens in a lump of tea leaves, I'm not sure I'll be studying it much longer! That lesson was absolute rubbish compared with my Arithmancy class!"

She snatched up her bag and stalked away. "You coming, Riana."

"Yup, I am done. Harry, don't let Ron scare you." I smiled and shook my head.

"What's she talking about?" I heard Ron saying to Harry. "She hasn't been to an Arithmancy class yet."

I walked out with Hermione and as soon as we were out of the hall she turned back. "You didn't ask me how I knew about what happened in Divination class."

I shrugged. "Hermione, you are taking a lot of classes and you told me you had help from McGonagall. You didn't elaborate and it's fine. I know it's a secret and I think I have an idea what it could be." I winked and started walking.

"What do you think?" she asked. I shook my head.

"Hermione, let's forget it. I am not asking and you don't tell me." I brought my hand forward and we shook hand at that.

"You know something is different about you," I almost froze at her words but kept walking. She had observed the skip in my step.

"Nothing. Its third year and I don't know. I wasn't able to revise much and might not be able to do as good as I was in second year." I replied improvising.

She sighed. "You'll do just fine. If you need help, ask me."

Ron and Harry joined us and we walked towards Forbidden Forest. I rolled my eyes at Ron and Hermione who weren't talking to each other.

God, so much sexual tension. I don't know how Harry handled this.

Harry groaned when he realized we were going to have the class with Slytherins.

Hagrid was waiting for us at the door of his hut; it looked just same as that in the movie. There was a huge dog on his side but he looked a lot lazy. Fang.

"C'mon, now, get a move on!" he called as we approached. "Got a real treat for yeh today! Great lesson comin' up! Everyone here? Right, follow me!"

"Everyone gather 'round the fence here!" he called, he sounded nervous, a lot nervous. "That's it — make sure yeh can see — now, firs' thing yeh'll want ter do is open yer books —"

"How?" came the snarky voice of Draco Malfoy.

"Eh?" said Hagrid.

"How do we open our books?" Malfoy repeated. He took out his copy of The Monster Book of Monsters, which he had bound shut with a length of rope.

"You stroke them at the binding," I stated trying to encourage Hagrid who looked a little panicked on hearing the question.

"Arianna is right. Yeh've got ter stroke 'em," said Hagrid, as though this was the most obvious thing in the world. "Look —"

He took Hermione's copy and ripped off the Spellotape that bound it. The book tried to bite, but Hagrid ran a giant forefinger down its spine, and the book shivered, and then fell open and lay quite in his hand.

"Oh, how silly we've all been!" Malfoy sneered. "We should have stroked them! Why didn't we guess!"

"Because you haven't got a brain," I mumbled lowly. Ron and Harry snickered on hearing this. Malfoy's eyes turned to us and I gave him my best Draco Malfoy smirk.

"I — I thought they were funny," Hagrid said uncertainly to Hermione and I.

"Oh, tremendously funny!" Malfoy snapped. "Really witty, giving us books that try and rip our hands off!"

"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry hissed.

"God, this place is going to the dogs," said Malfoy loudly. "That oaf teaching classes, my father'll have a fit when I tell him —"

"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry repeated.

"Careful, Potter, there's a Dementor behind you —" he started taunting Harry but he stopped on seeing the Hippogriffs.

Hippogriffs.

They were beautiful, deadly but amazing. They had the bodies, hind legs, and tails of horses, but the front legs, wings, and heads of what seemed to be giant eagles, with cruel, steel-colored beaks and large, brilliantly, orange eyes.

When Hagrid asked who wanted go first, Harry moved forward.

I was scared a little when Harry waited for Buckbeak to bow, but soon he was on his back and went flying.

"Sometimes he scares me," I commented and Ron agreed. "Me too!"

Hermione laughed. "After two years, I am used to it."

Soon he was back and I followed Hermione and Ron towards one called chestnut.

I wanted to save Hagrid from having the trial and all, but I couldn't. It might change things and totally complicate the plot.

Chestnut was calmer than Buckbeak, as I moved forward and bowed. He bowed after few seconds before observing me with his head tilted as if I was a mystery to him.

Then I heard the shrieking of one and only.

"I'm dying!" Malfoy yelled as others panicked. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!"

"Yer not dyin'!" said Hagrid, who had gone very white. "Someone help me — gotta get him outta here —"

Before Malfoy could yell again, I snapped at him.

"Stop being a Pansy, it's a simple cut."

Hagrid took him to castle while others starting fighting about whose fault it was.

"They wouldn't fire him, would they?" said Hermione anxiously, not her dinner.

Ron denied hoping they wouldn't. We went to common room and I started working with others on Transfiguration essay about Animagi.

It was quite difficult to write with quill.

I mean when we have pen why should one use freaking quills.

I hadn't done even half when Harry got the idea of going to Hagrid.

He was sad and drunk when he opened the door.

"'Spect it's a record," he said thickly, when he recognized them. "Don' reckon they've ever had a teacher who lasted on'y a day before."

"You haven't been fired, Hagrid!" Hermione gasped.

"Not yet," said Hagrid miserably, taking a huge gulp of whatever was in the tankard. "But's only a matter o' time, I'n't, after Malfoy…"

"Hagrid, it isn't your fault that Malfoy's a git." I said.

"How is he?" Ron asked as we all sat down. "It wasn't serious, was it?"

"Madam Pomfrey fixed him best she could," Hagrid answered dully, "but he's sayin' it's still agony… covered in bandages… moanin'…"

"He's faking it," Harry said at once. "Madam Pomfrey can mend anything. She regrew half my bones last year. Trust Malfoy to milk it for all it's worth."

"He should do theatre. With his crying and sneering he could become an annoying villain," I commented and laughed realizing that he already was in my head.

We reassured Hagrid that we would be the witness if the situation came and back him up.

Suddenly Hagrid remembered that we were out of the castle at night.

"WHAT D'YEH THINK YOU'RE DOIN', EH?" he roared, so suddenly that we jumped a foot in the air. "YEH'RE NOT TO GO WANDERIN' AROUND AFTER DARK, HARRY! AN, YOU TWO! LETTIN' HIM!" Hagrid strode over to Harry, grabbed his arm, and pulled him to the door.

"C'mon!" Hagrid said angrily. "I'm takin' yer all back up ter school an' don' let me catch yeh walkin' down ter see me after dark again. I'm not worth that!"

"Looks like Professor Hagrid is back," I mumbled and walked back.

I did complete my homework before going to bed. When others went to bed I took out my first year potion book and started reading.

I have to start from somewhere.

Potions it is.

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