A/N: Thanks for reading! Here's the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
"Ara, you better go to your detention with Umbridge." Hermione said during dinner.
"Do I have to?" Ara whined.
"Yes! Do you want her to give you another detention?" Hermione asked.
"Fine." Ara said crossly. "But I'm going to finish my pie first!"
She slowly ate her lemon meringue pie. Harry stifled a laugh. Ron was chuckling loudly with bits of mashed potatoes flying from his mouth. When she finished her pie, Ara stood up and reluctantly walked to Umbridge's office.
"You'll be doing lines today." Umbridge said in her sickly sweet voice.
Ara rolled her eyes and sat in the desk that was placed in front of the big toad's table with a piece of parchment and a Blood Quill on top of it. She started to write then the words on the parchment appeared on her left hand, this time.
'I'm too hardcore for Blood Quills'
By the end of two hours, Umbridge was livid when she saw what she wrote.
"That is a lie! You are not 'too hardcore for Blood Quills'." Umbridge said.
"Well, like what you made Harry write, I must not tell lies." Ara said and skipped off to Gryffindor Tower.
"Pixie Lights." She said and the way to the Gryffindor Common Room was open.
"Harry? What are you still doing here?" Ara asked, sitting on the sofa beside Harry.
"Well, you waited for me while I took my Occlumency lessons and after that D.A. meeting." He said.
"That's what friends are for, Harry." Ara smiled.
Harry smiled back. "Oh! I forgot!" he said and lifted a bowl of yellow liquid.
"Thanks Harry!" she said and soaked her hand in the liquid. "Wow. That's a relief."
"What did she make you write this time?" Harry asked.
"She told me to write 'I must behave', then thought it was boring so I changed it." Ara said and lifted her hand to give him a better look. Harry read it and laughed.
"You really are something, Ara." Harry said.
"Well, I try my best." Ara said and put her hand back in the liquid. "How are you, Harry?"
"What?" he asked.
"How are you? Is Mouldyshorts still popping into your head? How are you and Cho?" Ara asked.
"Well, I still have those dreams, the one with the door. As for Cho and I….we sort of broke up." Harry spoke the last words softly.
"YOU WHAT?" Ara stood up, making the bowl fall and it's contents spill. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?"
She paced the room, thinking what would happen if he and Cho broke up early into their relationship. What if it affected Harry's decisions? Ara racked her mind if it would. Cho wasn't needed in any of the important events in the books, well not the ones that included the well and safety of the wizarding world of Britain.
"Ara! You're not responding! What's wrong?" Harry asked.
Ara stopped and looked at Harry. "No, it's nothing. I thought it had an effect with my mission with the Order."
"What mission?" Harry asked.
The mission. THE MISSION!
'Merlin's saggy boxers! I forgot the mission! I needed to get the diadem in the Room of Requirement."
"Ara, what are you talking about?" Harry asked.
"Shoot! Did I say that out loud?" Ara asked.
"Yeah. What's a diadem?"
"It's like a crown, but smaller. Can you go with me? I need to get it." Ara asked.
"Sure! I'll just get my- WHOA!" Ara pulled Harry to the portrait hole and opened the door.
She ignored the Fat Lady's calls for them to get back and Harry's questions.
'I can't believe I was so stupid! Why did I forget about the Horcruxes? Damn my being a die hard Potterhead.' She thought then walked by the end of the seventh floor corridor three times.
'I need to go to the place where everything's hidden.' She thought, closing her eyes in front of the wall. When she opened her eyes, a large door appeared.
"Ara? What's this for?" Harry asked.
"This is actually OotP business, but since I need you to find it, you're coming with me." Ara said and pulled him in the room.
It was as big as a cathedral and dark, extremely dark.
"Lights please!" Ara said exasperatedly.
Suddenly, the whole room filled with light. Stacks of furniture filled the room. Random trinkets were lying on the moth-eaten carpet.
"Come on, Harry!" Ara said, pulling him to the left. "We're looking for a large black cabinet."
"Like that one?" Harry asked.
Ara stopped and looked where Harry pointed. There was a large black cabinet with a bust of a wizard with a powdered wig on its head and a small crown.
"Do you hear that?" Harry asked.
"Oh. It's the horcrux." Ara said, walking to the cabinet and reaching for the diadem.
"The what?" Harry asked.
She looked at him. His face was plastered with utter confusion.
"Spoilers." She said and jumped.
She hit the bust, making it and the diadem fall. The bust hit the floor and cracked. Ara got the diadem and put it in her robes pocket.
"Okay. We can go now!"
A/N: This is a filler chapter. If you're a Whovian, you'll know what I put in this chapter. I DON NOT OWN THAT, TOO.