A/N: Hi. This is going to be a long chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
The sky shown bright one Thursday morning as Ara and Harry walked to the Great Hall. Hermione and Ron seemed to have woken up earlier that morning and didn't wake them up.
"I bet they wanted to snog each other." Ara said.
"Yeah. Then tomorrow they'll be shagging and we'll be the child's godparents." Harry said jokingly.
The two laughed as the entered the Great Hall. They sat beside Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table.
"So, what do we have today?" Harry asked.
"Potions with the Slytherins and D.A.D.A. with the Slytherins. Isn't this a joy?" Ron said sarcastically.
"As much as I want to be an Auror, I don't want Defense with Umbridge." Ara said.
"You want to bee an Auror?" Harry asked.
"Well, yeah! I like the action and it's the only job I have enough patience to do. I don't think I'll be a good teacher or Healer." Ara said.
"I'd feel sorry for your patient if you're going to be a Healer!" Ron said.
"Thanks Ron. I appreciate that." Ara said.
The day passed by with Ara getting only one detention, to her surprise, and it wasn't even during D.A.D.A. but in Potions.
"You will be spending detention with me tonight." Snape said.
"Sorry, Snapey. I'm booked for Umbridge today." Ara said.
"Well, tomorrow then!" Snape snapped and went back to the front of the classroom.
"Just for dropping one slug into Malfoy's potion and I get detention. Teachers here are such drama queens." Ara said, mixing her potion.
"Well, it did make the cauldron explode." Harry pointed out.
"The ferret deserved it! He maybe nice on the inside but he's still a bully." Ara said.
"What?" Harry asked, stopping in mid stir.
"Oh, nothing." Ara said, waving her hand as if what she said was pure nonsense.
When the students were released from the dungeons, Harry, Ron , Hermione and Ara walked up the stone steps to the Great Hall.
"I think we'll have a D.A. meeting today." Harry said.
"Ugh! The toad really has bad timing in giving me detentions." Ara said.
"Don't worry. We'll wait for you." Hermione said.
"No. It could take hours. As a matter of fact, I think I'll go now. Just bring me some food later, please?" Ara asked.
"Ara, no offense, but I don't know how we'll be able to sneak the whole bowl of mashed potatoes." Ron said.
"I don't eat that much!" Ara said defensively. "That's more of your appetite."
"Yeah, sure." Ron said and Ara bid her friends goodbye.
"Wait, Ara!" Harry called out as she was about to walk up the stairs.
"Yeah?" Ara asked.
"Don't do anything stupid, okay?" Harry said.
"Harry, Harry." Ara shook her head, laughing. "You know me! I'm not stupid."
"Just don't get in trouble again." Harry said before going into the Great Hall.
When Ara reached Umbridge's office, she scowled when she saw all the pink. Umbridge was sitting in her small chair and smiled sickly at her. Like every time she visited the office, there was a desk placed in front of Umbridge's desk with a piece of parchment and a Blood Quill.
"What today?" Ara asked as she sat down at the desk.
"I must not be a troublemaker." Umbridge said.
Ara smirked at her toad-faced teacher and started writing. She kept on writing until Umbridge told her time was up.
"Now, show me your hand." She said.
She showed the toad her hand and laughed at her face when she saw the scar.
"Why can't you just follow? Must I bring you to St. Mungo's?" Umbridge said, her face slowly getting red with anger.
"I like it actually." Ara said. She looked down at her hand. "'I must be a troublemaker.' That would be a good starter to a conversation. Don't you think?"
Umbridge's face was now purple instead of red. She now looked like one of the toads she had to change skin colour in Transfiguration.
"Oh well, good night!" Ara said and walked out the office to go to the Room of Requirement, ignoring the screams of Umbridge.
She walked up to the 7th floor corridor and walked past the wall three times and thought of the D.A. room. A door appeared and she walked in.
"Good job! You're all doing great." Harry said as everyone freezed their partners.
He looked at her and smiled. He motioned her to him as he walked to the far end corner of the room.
"Here you go!" Harry said, giving her a bowl of the yellow liquid that they used whenever she had detention with Umbridge.
"Thanks." Ara said, soaking her hand in the bowl.
"What did she make you right this time?" Harry asked, leaning against the wall.
"I must not cause trouble, but you know I never follow that toad." Ara said.
Harry looked down at the bowl to get a look at her hand.
"You'll really be the death of her." Harry said.
"I hope I will. She's bloody evil!" Ara said.
Ron and Hermione spotted Ara and walked toward her.
"How was detention?" Ron asked.
"Same as all the others." Ara said, raising the bowl with her hand in it.
"What did she make you write?" Hermione asked.
"I must not be a troublemaker." Ara said.
"What did you write?" Ron asked, knowing that Ara wouldn't write something like the latter in her hand.
"I must be a troublemaker." Ara said.
"Oh, Ara." Hermione said, shaking her head in disapproval but her face showed a sign of slight amusement.
Weeks passed and the upcoming game of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff was nearing. Ron started to get gloomier as each day passed leading toward the match. On the day itself, Ara, Hermione and Ginny were sitting in the common room, waiting for Ron and Harry to come down.
"It's just his nerves! He's really good, but it's his nerves!" Ginny repeated over and over.
Ara nodded. It was true that Ron was good at Quidditch, he just needed a boost in confidence. The door to the boys' dormitory opened and footsteps were heard going down the stairs.
"Finally! You two were taking long!" Ginny said.
But the only one person appeared by the stairs, and it wasn't Ron.
"I'm going to need help to get Ron out of the room." Harry said.
The three girls followed Harry up the spiral staircase and to the 5th year boys' dorm. There, in the bed furthest from the door was Ron, sitting on his bed, dressed in his Quidditch robes with his knees folded up to his chest.
"This is going to be hard." Hermione said.
They tried shaking him, talking to him and even carrying him, but all those attempts failed miserably. Ginny, exasperated with her brother, went to the bedside table and got the jug of ice cold water. She splashed it all over Ron's face and he finally perked up.
"Alright! Blimey." Ron said, standing up and drying himself with his wand.
"Let's get going! The match will start any time soon!" Ginny said as she pulled Ron out of the dormitory.
Hermione, Ara and Harry followed them at a slower pace and reached the pitch just before the game started.
"Did you bring the cloak?" Ara asked.
"Here." Harry said, handing her the Invisibility Cloak.
She put it on and followed Harry and Hermione up the pitch. To Ara's annoyance, the only available seat was two rows away form Umbridge who kept looking at Harry with a gross yet smug smile every time Hufflepuff scored. Ara took out her wand and pointed it and Umbridge.
"Flipendo." She whispered and Umbridge did a full flip before landing on her butt on the wooden floor.
She scanned the whole area, obviously trying to see whether Ara was in the stands or not, for she knew only the Ara would do that.
"And Ginny Weasley catches the Snitch! But the win still goes to Hufflepuff." Said the commentator.
All the Gryffindor supporters slowly retreated to the castle and the Slytherins sang a chorus of 'Weasley is our King' as they went up the castle. When Umbridge followed the crowd of students out of the pitch, Ara took off the cloak and went to Ginny and Ron.
"Great catch." Harry told Ginny.
"Thanks, but I think you lot should go to Ron." Ginny said, jerking her head to the Gryffindor changing rooms. "He might try to drown himself in the shower."
The three bid congratulations to Ginny as they made their way to the changing rooms. Ron, apparently, wasn't in the shower, trying to drown himself. He was sitting on the bench in the same position he was in this morning.
"Honestly, Ron. It was just one game!" Ara said. "If you do well on the next one, we could scrape a win for the Quidditch cup!"
Ron looked at her as if she was mad. "Ara, we will win the Quidditch cup if I resign."
"Ron, get yourself together!" Ara said. "You can do great if you just have some confidence in yourself."
"She's right, Ron." Harry said. "I've seen you keep in the Burrow and before our first Quidditch practise!"
After half an hour, the four walked back to the castle and to the Gryffindor Tower. The Gryffindors seemed gloomy as they entered the common room. Ron took a bottle of butterbeer and sat at the corner of the room.
"I don't even have the heart to beat the mickey out of him." Fred said as he and George passed Ara.
Ara, feeling sorry for Ron himself went to Hermione who was talking to Ginny about what happened this afternoon.
"Hermione, can you please cheer Ron up? At least kiss him on the cheek or something." Ara said.
"W-what?" Hermione asked, blushing hard.
Ginny laughed at Hermione's reaction but told her it was a good idea.
"He fancies you, Hermione!" Ginny said. "And if you do it, Ara will pay you two Galleons."
"What? Why me?" Ara asked.
"It was your idea." Ginny said.
"Fine, I'll give you two Galleons if you kiss Ron in the cheek." Ara said.
"I don't need Galleons." Hermione said. "I have enough money from my mum and dad."
"Come on Hermione! At least talk to him." Ginny said.
"Talking, I could do." Hermione said and stood up then walked to Ron.
"They should really get together." Ara said.
"Yeah, I'd like Hermione to be my sister-in-law." Ginny said.
They watched as Ron slowly smiled as Hermione started talking to him. Ginny and Ara stifled a laugh and decided to go to bed for a good night's sleep.
February passed and March arrived. On the first day of the new month, Ara walked solitary to the Great Hall since Hermione had left earlier and Ron and Harry were still deep asleep. She found Hermione in the Gryffindor table, eating her breakfast with the Daily Prophet propped up in front of her.
"Good morning, Hermione!" Ara said and took a large bite of a blueberry muffin.
"Morning, Ara." Hermione said, not taking her eyes of the paper.
Ara shrugged and took out a quill, ink and parchment then start drawing. She drew a cartoon of Ara being chased off by a herd of Centaurs like what happened in the book.
"Nice." Harry said from behind her.
"Thanks. I think I'm going to frame it." Ara said, looking proud of her artwork and pocketed it.
Just as Harry was about to take a bite of toast, a brown barn owl landed on top of Harry's plate with an envelope on its beak.
"Sorry. I think you have the wrong person." Harry said to the owl, but the bid did not move.
"Harry, just take it. It's from a reader." Ara said.
Harry looked at her but opened the envelope anyway. He read it and frowned.
"This bloke thinks I'm a nutter." Harry said.
A wave of owls flew in and Ara stood up to find the brown screech owl that carried the free copy of the March edition of The Quibbler.
"Here, Harry! Read this." She said, tossing him the cylindrical package that contained the magazine.
"It's good, isn't it?" Luna said in her dreamy tone behind Ara and Harry. "It was just released yesterday!"
"Yeah. This is good." Harry said, laughing slightly.
"Do you mind if we open some?" Hermione asked, holding up and envelope.
"Not at all!" Harry said.
Ara dug into the feathery pile and took out an envelope. She read it and tossed it into the discarded pile on the floor.
"That one said that you should be checked into the St. Mungo's mental ward." Ara said.
"This one says you've got her converted." Ron said.
"This one says that you need to shut your mouth." Hermione said and frowned. "Well, that's not nice."
"Oh this one says you're going nuts." Fred said, who was joining in the letter opening.
"And what is this?" asked a sickly sweet voice that obviously came from Umbridge.
"Well, it's not your business." Ara said.
"I gave an interview." Harry said, he handed her the copy of The Quibbler.
Umbridge's little toad eyes looked at the front page and she turned purple like the night before she went to the D.A. meeting.
"I will not tolerate this!" Umbridge said.
By midmorning, signs were posted around the whole school. Not just in the house boards but even in the hallways and classrooms.
"She's really of her rocker." Ron said, looking up at one of the signs in the hallway. "Really now? 'Any one found reading a copy of The Quibbler will be expelled.'"
"She's an annoying bitch, she has annoying rules." Ara said.
They walked to their next class, still discussing what happened. Everyone seemed intrigued on why Umbridge banned the magazine, which made them buy and read it. For the past weeks, Harry's interview was all the school could talk about. Even when Ara was in the girls' bathroom, the girls in the other cubicles were talking about it.
"Yes! I was in tears when I got to the part where Cedric died." Said a Ravenclaw.
When Ara stepped out of the cubicle, the girls in front of the mirror looked at her and bombarded her with questions like 'Is Harry really that brave?' or 'Why didn't the Ministry give him a chance to talk?'
"For the first one, yes he is brave." Ara said. "For the second one, how in Merlin's pants would I know the answer to that? I'm not the Minister!"
Even if she answered the questions, they still kept on asking. Out of annoyance, Ara took out her wand and silenced the girls.
"Ah! That's better." She said, looking at the enraged girls. "I'll turn you back to normal but just let me tell you that if you want to ask questions, go to Harry."
She flicked her wand and the girls were back to chatting as Ara left the room.
The teachers also seemed to read it but were banned from discussing it because of another decree Umbridge put up. During Herbology, Professor Sprout gave Gryffindor twenty points because Harry passed her a watering can. Professor Flitwick gave Harry a box of Squeaking Sugar Mice after Charms, and the most amusing of all, Professor Trelawney predicted, much to Umbridge's dismay, that Harry would live a long life, become Minister of Magic, and have twelve kids.
"I feel sorry for the mother." Ara said, after Professor Trelawney predicted.
As Harry, Ron and Ara were walking down to Transfiguration, a girl was running to them at a fast pace. As she came nearer, it was clear to see that the girl was Cho Chang.
"Not this girl, again." Ara muttered to Ron who nodded.
"Hey Harry." She said to the latter.
"Uhm, hi Cho." Harry said.
"I'm sorry about that fight last January, will you forgive me?" Cho asked.
Ara and Ron looked at each other with an appalled expression on their faces.
"I forgive you, Cho." Harry said and Cho kissed him on the cheek. "But, I'm not saying that we'll get together again."
Cho's smile faded instantly. "What do you mean? Are we breaking up?"
"Come on, Ara. We don't want to see this." Ron said and tugged Ara's arm but she stayed stationary.
"Nah. I'm actually enjoying this." Ara said, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall.
"Stay out of this, Black." Cho said.
"Oh! We're in last name terms now, Cho?" Ara asked.
"You two, shut it." Harry said.
The two girls looked at Harry. He looked quite disheveled at the moment.
"Yes, Cho. We're breaking up. I thought the last time we met was an assurance that we did break up." Harry said.
"But you didn't say so!" Cho said.
"Well, I'll say it now. I'm breaking up with you." Harry said.
Cho was in tears. She looked from Ara to Harry.
"I knew it! You two are together!" Cho said and ran off in the direction she came from.
There was a pause before Ara started laughing. Ron and Harry exchanged worried looks before asking what happened to her.
"She actually thought that Harry and I were together!" Ara said in between fits of laughter.
"And that's funny, how?" Ron asked.
"It just is!" Ara said.
Harry shook his head and carried Ara bridal style to the Transfiguration classroom. She stopped laughing halfway there.
"Hey Harry." Ara said.
"Yeah?" Harry asked.
"Can you carry me to every class for the rest of the year? I like not walking." Ara said.
As they reached the door to the Transfiguration classroom, Harry dropped Ara and they entered the room to meet Professor McGonagall and her speech on being tardy and it's consequences.
A/N: Okay. I think I put all the information for March in this one. I think.