A/N-Okay, somehow, Ariana stayed the same age as she was when she was locked in the dungeon because I set this where Dumbledore is headmaster but then Ariana would be approximately 105. So...if I made any mistakes(and I probably did) with the setting, time, or anything else, please correct me! Thanks!
Ariana sighed nervously, fiddling with the warm cup of tea she had been given, and worrying her bottom lip, her wide hazel eyes staring at the old woman in front of her who was smiling reassuringly.
"Don't worry, dear! I have done this several times, again and again, and it has never gone wrong. Trust old Bathilda, will you?"
It was odd, but Ariana recognized Bathilda Bagshot from when she was a young child. She had come to bring the Dumbledore family cookies once and whenever she saw Ariana peeking out of the hedges for a glimpse of the outside world, she would always smile, wave and bewitch a small treat, either a biscuit or a caramel, to fly to Ariana.
"All right, Mrs. Bagshot. So, what do I do?"
"Just grab some of this powder in your fist dear,(yes! like that) then step into the fire, and yell for Diagon Alley. Okay? On the count of three...one, two, three!"
Ariana determinedly stepped into the flame, which engulfed her immediately, turning a light green. She looked around at the quaint little cottage for the last time, with it's small but bright candles, wooden floors, and grey stone fireplace.
"DIAGON ALLEY!"