A/N-ok..sorry for the super short chapters. I promise to make them longer. We had a power outage...no excuse though. PLEASE REWIEW! Thank you...enjoy the story:)

Ariana warily eased opened the colossal door of Flourish and Blotts and stumbled out into the blustery streets which were crowded with throngs of people walking back and forth.

For a moment, she stood speechless in the middle of the street, not noticing the jolts or people bumping into her. Well, until she was pushed to the ground.

She gasped inwardly, her caramel curls brushing against her now pink face. Trying to push away the shock, she made to get up but a confident, apologetic voice called, "Oops, here, hold out your hand. I'll pull you up."

In a moment, her delicate hand was grasped strongly and she was pulled to her feet. Before her stood a pale boy with stunning grey blue eyes.

"My mistake. You okay?"

"What..yeah..ssorry," Ariana face snapped up at the abruptness in his voice but then looked tensely down at the dirty, cobblestone tiles. When she looked up again, he was gazing at her, his eyes narrowed and his pale blond hair falling, windswept, onto his white eyebrows.

"Umm, somehow I find that hard to believe. I just knocked you clean off your feet!"

They were interrupted by a cool, conceding voice snapping, "And that, Draco, matters because…"

The boy jumped, his eyes widening, and pivoted around to face the man, who was clearly his father.

The resemblance in them was obvious, except for a few exceptions. While they both had piercing grey-blue eyes, the boy's, Draco's, were softer and a calmer blue. His father's however were cold and forbidding, narrowed with hatred and contempt.

"You're becoming almost as bad as Dumbledore, mixing yourself with that scum. Really, I'm surprised at you! I'll have to deal with you later, however," he spat, frowning.

The man glared down at Ariana for a moment before turning his glower back to Draco. Harshly yanked the boy's arm,, they were gone with a swish of his cloak, leaving Ariana's mind swirling with confusion.

Dumbledore, you're becoming almost as bad as Dumbledore. Ariana mumbled under her breath as she ordered some ice cream from Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. She had some galleons and knuts, left over from when she would play shop with Amelia. She handed over some money, taking her ice cream outside. She chose a seat on the edge, where she would have a full view of the crowded side walks. She had never seen anything quite like it, and she loved all the excitement. Her mind was still obsessing over what the man had said when she heard it again. Dumbledore said….

Surprised, she turned around, focusing on a group of three teenagers about her age. "Forget what Dumbledore said," A boy said stubbornly. "I don't trust Snape and that's that!"

The girl sitting next to him huffed and turned away, but Ariana jumped out of her seat, hurrying over to their table. It was only when she got there she realized that she didn't know what to say.

"Umm..."

"Oh, can we help you?" the girl asked kindly. "Here, come sit down. My name's Hermione. This is Harry,( she indicated to the dark haired one) and this is Ronald." (here she moved her eyes disdainfully over to the redhead who was messily stuffing his face with ice cream.

"My name's Ariana. Ariana Dumbledore."

For a moment it was quiet, and then Hermione leaned forward interestedly.

"You're related to the headmaster?"

"Well," Ariana began slowly, "I'm not sure. You see, this is really my first time coming here. I hadn't left my house before, ever, until this morning. "

"Really? You mean you haven't been to school?" the girl seemed scandalized.

"Not exactly by choice. But this man mentioned Dumbledore to me earlier. He was blond, his grayish eyes? Something about becoming as bad as Dumbledore?"

At this, the boys looked at each other and groaned.

"Malfoy!"

A/N- horrible chapter, I know. I'll try to fix it later. PLEASE REVIEW! If I can fix it in any way, I want to know. Thx!