Disclamier: I don't own Harry Potter

Arra awoke the next morning and soon joined Malfoy and the others as they walked up to the Great Hall for breakfast. When they arrived, Professor Snape was already handing out schedules to the Slytherin table. Arra received her schedule and groaned loudly when she saw who she would have potions and transfiguration with that day--Gryffindors. They all soon finished their breakfast and took the long walk down to the dungeons for their first lesson of the day. Arra and Draco sat together and she noticed that Ron and Harry had also sat together.

Professor Snape entered and all of the chatter immediately stopped as he began to explain the art of potions as if it were the most important thing in the world. Suddenly he began to bombard Harry with questions:

"Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Arra and her friends turned around to look at Potter as he looked surprised to be asked such a question. Arra had to hold her breath to keep from laughing at a girl with bushy brown hair and huge front teeth who was bouncing up and down in her seat like a jumping bean. Arra thought she strongly resembled a beaver.

Snape continued to ask Harry questions that he didn't know the answer to and the beaver girl continued to wave her hand like she was flagging down the coast guard. Eventually, they were paired off and began to work on a simple boil curing potion. Malfoy was paired with Pansy Parkinson, Harry with Ron, and Arra with the beaver, who never stopped talking!

"This potion should be easy enough, I read all about it already in my potions book, actually I read all of our books so I pretty much know all of everything we need to know. I wanted to be ready for our exams in December ahead of time so I won't have to study like a mad woman weeks ahead of time!" Hermione Granger (so the beaver has a name) said quickly as Arra groaned at her partner. Malfoy heard her growl and turned around to give Hermione a dirty look. Hermione noticed his look of disgust and started on another rant to Arra.

"You see that boy there?" She said pointing at Malfoy. "Ron and Harry told me all about him. His name is Draco Malfoy, and he's so rude! Do you know him?"

"Yes," Arra said curtly. "He happens to be my best friend," she said as she fully turned her body to Hermione as if to intimidate her and physically daring her to say more about Draco.

Hermione looked shocked. "H-h-how could you be friends with someone like him? The way he treats people is disgusting, especially muggle borns."

Arra then began to laugh heartily and said, "Because he's right! Those damn mudbloods don't deserve to be here. Magic should not be wasted on such idiots."

Hermione looked on the verge of tears. "But…I'm a muggle born…" she said quietly. Arra looked at her with a face of pure hatred. "I-I-I thought we could be friends" Hermione said looking at the ground.

Arra let out one laugh full of pity for the beaver and moved her face as close to Hermione's as possible. "I would never be friends with a mudblood like you" she snarled fiercely. A loud bang from Neville Longbottom's cauldron caused the two girls to jump apart. Hermione sniffled and Arra could tell she was crying, and the Slytherin girl snickered at her.

Snape yelled at Neville for incorrectly mixing the potion and soon dismissed the entire class and issued Neville detention. Transfiguration was their next class and when they arrived Arra told her story about Hermione to Draco and the other Slytherins. They all laughed loudly when Hermione came in and she immediately knew they were talking about her. Harry and Ron knew as well because they had seen how mean Arra was to her.

Professor McGonagall gave them all matches and showed them how to turn it into a needle. She walked around the room to observe them and Arra and Draco began to talk again. They had both already finished the task as their guardians showed them numerous spells already at home. Draco looked over at Weasley and Potter and laughed at their struggling faces before getting a brilliant idea. He pointed his wand at the needle and muttered "Wingardium Leviosa!" He levitated the needle past McGonagall, who didn't notice and soon positioned the needle next to an unsuspecting Weasley, and poked him hard in the side.

"Ouch!" He shouted as he looked around in search of the culprit. Arra and Draco could hardly contain their laughter as once again they jabbed him, this time in the back. The red head looked around frantically and soon Harry was soon helping him look. The two Slytherins were turning blue while trying not to laugh. Draco positioned the needle again and took aim, this time stabbing Ron's hand hard enough to draw blood. He wailed when he felt the pain and threw his hand back away from the imaginary weapon. He wasn't watching where his hand was as he bumped into Harry who was about to perform his spell. Harry was knocked over as red sparks flew from his wand and straight over to where Arra and Draco were sitting. They ducked just in time as McGonagall turned around.

Arra, now infuriated, jumped atop the desk and pointed her wand at Harry, "What are you playing at?!" She roared as Harry also stood on the desk to defend himself.

"I didn't do anything!" He fought back. "Ron accidentally hit me because something was poking him!"

"Oh, a likely story!" Arra said as Draco tried to hold his laughter in. Harry must have noticed Draco because he then pointed an accusing finger at Arra.

"It was you! You were poking him! You made me do that!" He yelled as he raised his wand as well.

"ENOUGH!" Thundered McGonagall. "Black, Potter! Report to the Headmaster's Office immediately!"

Arra and Harry glared at each other as they left the classroom together and walked in silence to Dumbledore's office. Harry recited the password (cauldron cakes Professor McGonagall told them) to the Gargoyle and it sprang to life and moved aside to show them the way to the Headmaster's office. They warily walked forward as Arra slowly raised her hand to knock. Dumbledore's voice could be heard from the other side of the door which allowed them to enter the room.

Arra walked inside the room and gasped at it's greatness. She craned her head around to look at all of the portraits of former headmasters, including her great-great-great-grandfather Phineas Nigellus. She noticed behind Dumbledore's desk, an old phoenix was sitting on a perch; she was surprised because she had never seen one of these great birds up close before. A small cough caused her to stop exploring the office and her eyes were drawn to Dumbledore. His long white hair and beard came down to his waist and his bright blue eyes were soft behind his half-moon spectacles. And oddest of all about this old man was that he was smiling. Arra thought maybe this muggle loving old man took pleasure in punishing students.

He gestured to the two chairs positioned before his desk and Arra and Harry took their seats.

"Professor McGonagall has told me about your row in her classroom today. I must warn you that such disagreements in class are strictly prohibited, especially for first years who have no knowledge of magic." He said looking between them. "Now if you would be so kind as to tell me what this was all about."

"Potter shot a red spell at me for no reason." Arra said confidently to Dumbledore.

"That's because she and Malfoy were poking Ron." Harry refuted.

"Even if we were, which we weren't," she lied, "that's no reason to attack me!"

"Yes, you were! And I didn't attack you on purpose, it was accidental!"

"Sure Potter, sure," she said and soon they were no longer even talking to Dumbledore, but just arguing with each other. In the midst of their yelling, Dumbledore placed his hand in the air and calmly said "That's enough".

Both students took the hint and turned their attention back to the headmaster. "It matters not who started this dispute between the two of you, what matters is how we're going to find a solution to it." Arra mentally prepared herself for a heaping dose of detention. Dumbledore continued, "However, I think that a simple regular punishment will rectify this one argument, but what about in the future?" He asked as Arra and Harry both looked at him with wide eyes. What is this old kook talking about? "I first want to know, Harry, what is it that you don't like about Miss Black?"

"Well headmaster, she's rude to people who don't have equal blood status, or anyone who's not in Slytherin house. She doesn't care if she hurts their feelings either. I think she thinks it's actually fun," he added as an afterthought.

Dumbledore nodded his head as he asked the same question to Arra.

"Easy. He's in Gryffindor. He thinks he's a celebrity and that everyone should love him for taking down the Dark Lord," she now turned her head to Harry, "But I don't."

She looked back at the old man expecting to see his face full of fury for her blatant disrespect towards Gryffindors. She was surprised however, to find a clever smile across his face. He noticed her look of confusion and let out a soft chuckle. "I think I've come up with the perfect solution."

Arra was now officially scared of what was to come. The perfect punishment paired with a smile? This had to be bad.

"Miss Black, I am transferring you from the house of Slytherin, to Gryffindor," he said with a grin.

Author's Note: See, I promised it would soon get interesting! Now I'm afraid I have some bad news, I will be leaving for vacation on thursday and will not have internet access. I will be able to write chapters though so I can update regularly when I return on July 20th. I won't update if I don't have some reviews though! They motivate me, so keep 'em coming!

-Maverick.