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Arra came back to consciousness in just a few minutes.

This can't be happening. My father can't have just broken out of Azkaban prison! That's unheard of, that's impossible! Yeah, that's right, it is impossible. So when I open my eyes, I'm going to be in my bed in the Leaky Cauldron, alone. Everything is going to be ok. Dad's still in prison, Dad's still in prison, Dad's still in prison…

And she opened her eyes.

Oh shit. She thought as she stared into several sets of eyes looking down on her with worry. She was lying on her back on the floor of the Inn still clutching the newspaper in her hand.

"Arra?" Harry asked slowly. She just stared back blankly. "Are you ok?"

She lay there for about ten more seconds before scrambling to her feet quickly as

everyone else suddenly backed out of her way. "I'm fine." She said swiftly staring at the floor.

"Maybe you should--" Mr. Weasley was cut off.

"I said I'm fine." She said shortly giving him a glare. He immediately backed off with a look of surprise at her temper. "I'm sorry," she apologized to him and his expression softened once again. "I think I just need some time to think." And she walked away shaking her head, as if the thought of her father would just magically fall out of her head. Everyone stared after her with looks of concern as she climbed the stairs to her room.

She closed the door behind her when she entered and placed a hand on her head--it was throbbing. She was so confused it hurt. How could this have happened? Nobody can break out of Azkaban, much less her father. Wasn't anybody guarding the door or something? He's a mass bloody murderer, shouldn't he have had more security?

She flopped down on her bed with her arms thrown above her head upon her pillow and closed her eyes. She could hardly remember her father or her time with him at all, and the only thing that she knew for sure was true was that she used to have a dog. He was a big black dog that people called…Padfoot? Yes, that was the name of her dog. But sometimes it wasn't around and to this day Arra didn't understand that part.

She remembered when she was about eight years old, her Aunt Bellatrix had taken her back to Grimmauld Place because she wanted to show her how her father's life had been, so that Arra would know never to follow in his footsteps.

They entered the house that Arra had not been in since she was just merely a year old. Her father had brought them here that night because he thought it would be the best hiding place, even though he hated this house more than anything. The couches were still flipped over, lamps still broken, the house was a mess. The only thing that had been replaced since Sirius' capture had been the front door that the Auror's had broken down. Arra gazed around in wonder as her Aunt Bellatrix left her alone so that she could raid the house for valuables in order to sell. Arra noticed a closed door at the end of the hallway that was thick with dust. When she came closer, she could just make out two areas with thinner layers of dust, they looked like handprints. She placed her own hands in the outlines--they were so much smaller than the ones who had previously been there.

She pushed the door open and in the corner she noticed a crib. At once she knew whose it was. She ran her hands over the old oak and a memory came flooding back to her.

The baby Arra looked up at a face that was staring down at her with mixed emotions. A chime of the clock tore his eyes away from her as he left the room and muttered a quiet goodbye.

The eight year old Arra felt tears sting her eyes at the thought of her father leaving her. In her memory he seemed so nice, like he would never hurt her, back then, she had no idea just what he was capable of.

She continued up the stairs of the house before emerging on the landing where her father's childhood room was. She pushed the door open as it screeched. Around the room were Gryffindor memorabilia on the walls and such. Disgusting, Arra thought as she noticed muggle pictures as well--they didn't even move! What kind of wizard was Sirius Black anyways? She saw one picture on the wall that stood out to her in particular in which four teenage boys were smiling and waving. It was one of the few wizard like pictures in the room. She pulled it off the wall and examined it. The one on the far left was short and fat, she knew that this was Peter Pettigrew, or Wormtail as many of her family called him. He was one of the men that her father killed. Next to him in the photo was her father. He was very good looking, he looked like he could never become a killer like he was. On his side was a boy who looked like he had just gone through hell. He looked like he hadn't slept all night, but he was still happy to be with his friends. She learned from the back of the picture, that his name was Mooney. Her eyes then fell on the last boy in the picture and she immediately frowned at the sight of him--James Potter.

It was because of him that her life was the way it was. Him and his wife and their stupid son Harry. If they would have just died like they were supposed to, Arra wouldn't be stuck in this mess. And he deserved to die to, if he was willing to be friends with someone like her father--best friends for that matter. Bellatrix had told her all about the friends that her father had made at Hogwarts whom he ditched his family for. And now she was staring at them. She threw the picture on the ground and stomped on it a few times before spying another picture that contained someone she knew--Her mother.

She carefully picked up the framed picture from the bedside stand and stared into the face of an angel. Like her father, her mother, Violet Anderson-Black was also a pureblood, but that was about the only thing that Sirius' family liked about her, for she was in Gryffindor as well. She had dark auburn curls much like Arra's but were much shorter. Her face was petite and pale as it smiled back at Arra. Her eyes were bright blue and sparkled like diamonds; Arra could definitely tell where she had gotten her good looks from, as both her parents were obviously extremely gorgeous. Arra had never met her mother, so she had no reason to hate her like she did her father. She wiped a tear from her cheek as she placed the picture carefully inside her bag.

Arra was pulled back to reality as she realized that she was sobbing. She grabbed a tissue from the bedside stand and noticed the clock, it was almost 11pm! She had left dinner almost 3 hours ago. Suddenly, a knock was heard at her door.

"Arra, it's me." Said the voice of Harry Potter. "Can I come in?"

Arra sniffed a couple of times and tried to wipe the tears from her face as she gave him permission to enter.

"Hey," he said slowly as he sat down next to her. "How do you feel?"

Arra scoffed at his concern. "How do you think I feel Harry?" She asked with a small smile. She could hardly ever be mad at Harry.

"Right." He agreed as she gave a small laugh. "Bad question."

"No, it's fine. I know you're just trying to help. But I think I'll be fine, you know. I mean, I'll get over it…I think." She tried to rationalize. "As long as I don't see him and he stays away from me."

"Well then you probably won't want to hear why I'm here then…" Harry mumbled looking at the ground. Arra took his hand and stared at him.

"What is it?" She asked with unease. "Tell me Harry, please."

He looked into her eyes. She was staring back at him with concern and he couldn't help but feel his heart warm at her caring nature. It was incredible how her father just broke out of prison and she should be completely distraught, but here she was, trying to make him feel better. He could hardly believe the transformation she had gone through since becoming friends with him. She had abandoned all but a few of her Slytherin tendencies, she was hardly ever rude to people anymore (unless they deserved it, or she just didn't like them), and she would do anything for her friends. Especially Harry, he knew that she would just about die for him. And sometimes the thought of that scared him like nothing else--he wouldn't know what to do without her by his side.

"I was downstairs and I overheard Mr. and Mrs. Weasley talking…" he said slowly staring into her pleading eyes, "…about your dad."

She blinked a couple of times, took a deep breath, and nodded shortly for him to go on, never looking away from him.

"They, and the ministry, believe that your father is going to come to Hogwarts."

She processed the information for almost a full ten seconds before saying with an angry, raised voice. "Why? Why would he do that? What could he possibly want there? It's not me he wants, he hates me! If he wanted me dead, he would have done it years ago…" She asked quickly while trying to create any thinkable reason as to why he would do such a thing. She got up and began to pace around the room wringing her hands together anxiously. She set her right foot down on the ground when the reason suddenly came to her and she gasped while clamping her hands over her mouth. Tears started to form in her eyes as she slowly looked back at her best friend and raised a shaky hand to point at him. "It's you, isn't it?"

He nodded slowly as she came back to sit with him. She opened her mouth to say some words of comfort, but nothing came out.

"I'm not scared, you know." He said still inspecting the floor. "And you shouldn't be either." He now averted his eyes back to her.

"How am I not supposed to be scared Harry? My dad is trying to kill my best friend because you defeated You-Know-Who and sent him to prison. Am I supposed to just relax and take a bubble bath?" She said with frustration. "I don't think so."

"The safest place in the world is Hogwarts. You'd have to be completely mad to try and break into there. We'll be completely safe." He tried to explain calmly.

"Well, it just so happens that Sirius Black is completely and utterly mad! And if he was able to escape from the impenetrable Azkaban, do you think he's just going to give up because we're in Hogwarts? No! He's going to try again and again until you are dead!" She yelled at him. "And I am not going to let you die. Mark my words Harry Potter, I won't let you get hurt."

He smiled at wrapped his arms around her in a comforting hug. "I'm not going to let him hurt you either, Arra. I would never let anyone hurt you."

She took a deep breath as she placed her arms around him and placed her head on his shoulder. The closeness of their bodies didn't bother either of them, it just seemed so natural, like they were made to fit together. She inhaled his scent and her stomach did a small flip. He smelled like soap, but it was a good smell--manly, as she would describe it. She was glad he didn't use all those fancy colognes and products, that kind of behavior just wasn't Harry. She closed her eyes and smiled as she wrapped her arms around him tighter. Her right hand traveled upward in the process and her thumb brushed a bit of his soft short hair, and she suddenly got the impulse to tangle her hand within those black locks…

DING!

The clock chimed and the two split apart in surprise--it was midnight. Harry gave a small chuckle as he looked at Arra.

"Night Arra. And, thanks for talking to me, I feel a lot better." He smiled as he left the room.

"Yeah…" she said after him as he closed the door behind him. She looked around in confusion and began to breathe deeply. She flopped back on the bed with her head on the pillow as she asked out loud, "What was that about?" She shifted around beneath the sheets uncomfortably.

After almost ten minutes of changing her sleeping position, she turned to look out the window. The full moon had now risen and was shining into her room. She closed her eyes and much to her displeasure her dreams that night were filled with a certain scar-faced friend of hers.

Author's Note: Uh-oh! It seems as if Miss Arra is beginning to like Mr. Potter! And her dad just broke out of prison to kill the boy she likes! Goodness gracious, what a life! Haha, I'm weird, I know. Review and I'll give you a cookie!

-Maverick