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A/N: This chapter would have been up late yesterday if I had more access to wifi. As I don't I think it will be unlikely that I will update again before the the weekend as tomorrow is the last day of my holiday and Friday I will be spending the day driving home. I will however be writing so don't worry. :)

I apologise for any mistakes, I have read this five times so they are probably rather stupid ones.

Also this is the main and probably only HP reference.

Thanks for sticking with me now on with the show :)

Chapter 10

Ariana POV

I stretched and groaned as my back popped, staring out across the grass that sat before the lake. I rolled my neck around, grinning at the crunch it made. I watched from under my sunglasses as several first and second year students saw my grin and darted away. That's right little children, run away from the mean and scary Fairy, I snorted to myself. I was surrounded by people who professed to be educated and know things about creatures that many thought were mere myths, yet they didn't understand that Faerie was where the Fae lived, it wasn't their actual name. Idiots.

I stretched and felt my biggest, little secret itch to come out from under my skin. I reigned them back in and thought back over the last 15 years. When the trial had finished I hadwanted to disappear and had gotten that chance. A letter arrived from a school out in Africa, that my parents had apparently wanted me to attend before I went into the main system for 7 years. So I did it and when I left I had no money, little clothing and a letter saying that I was going to need to be in Paris on September the first to catch the train to my school in France. So I had had to get from somewhere around the Congo to Paris, in just under two months.

I had done it and I learnt a lot along the way, I picked up my school supplies second hand wherever I could, language didn't matter. I worked for the money to buy them and food by helping farmers and people who had broken down. When I arrived in France, the only thing I didn't have was a uniform. Didn't really matter as I ended up being expelled six weeks later for "bullying" the other delicate girls. All I had done was bully them back after taking their shit for six weeks. I then went to an all boys school in Eastern Europe after that, but was expelled at the end of the year too.

I moved around a lot after that, spent a year at school in India, followed by a year in China, then Japan. I was 16 when I ended up down in Australia, I spent Christmas over in New Zealand as it reminded me of Thorin and the others and the only home I'd ever known. It was there that I came into my big, little secret, although learning to deal with those was a bit of a bitch. After Australia I ended up in Brazil, I then moved back to America and finished up my wizarding schooling. Well officially. Unofficially I had been finished and progressed on to mastering subjects, kind of like moving up to college. I'd also been attending college courses long distance as well and by the time I hit twenty I had five degrees and a PhD to my name. You know I had always been an over achiever, but having a sky high IQ and an amazing memory, not going to lie, it helped.

I had just spent the last six years pretending to be the same age as the kid I was guarding and instead of doing the school work I focused on getting my degrees and masteries in subjects. To escape detention I worked in the hospital wing and became a qualified healer. Then the latest civil war happened, I got too involved, showed people that I had a little more power than I should have. It was there own fault really, what did they expect. I was a Fae, I had power that they couldn't imagine and until recently I hadn't even realised that the fucking moron in charge here had been the one to orchestrate my capture by the bastard son of an orc 17 years ago.

I stood and stretched, picking up the old book of Fae magic I had been reading, a gift from my grandmother. Not that she had wanted me, I wasn't a pure enough Fae for her liking. I rolled my eyes behind my sunglasses and walked back up the steps to the monstrous castle that once had felt so welcoming, but now felt like my own personal hell. I had finally gotten bored of always being called a freak and when I had applied to go to college at such a young age they asked that I submit to a doctor's examination to ensure that I wasn't using alternative methods to cheat my way to information.

Originally the doctor had assumed my memory was eidetic, instead we found out I have a condition called Hyperthymesia, which means that I have an autobiographical memory. I can recall anything from my life in near perfect detail. So anything I've seen, touched, tasted, heard or smelt, I only have to experience it again or think vaguely about it to trigger a recollection of that event. I can do anything but forget with my memory. I sighed, it was not as fun as it sounds, especially when people make snide remarks and it throws you back to a time were you had nothing.

I moved silently up through the corridors of the school and down to my rooms in the dungeon, because 'Where else would you keep the monster?', as I was so fond of hearing from nearly every bloody child in this school. At 26, I was well over the bullshit they liked to play, I sighed, feeling older than my years, but then again while I had aged in Middle Earth beyond what I had arrived at, my body had really only aged at the same time as this world, with time moving quicker in Middle earth. I sighed, it would probably have been nearing 80 years for them. I wondered whether Dis and Vilí had had a little boy or girl? Had they had more than one? Had Frerin and Thorin found their ones? Did they have children? I sighed, I would probably never know as I was no closer to finding my way back than I had been 15 years previously.

I waited until the evening had set in, passing the time by reading and just remembering the good times. It had been while I was trapped in a cage for two years that I had realised that whatever I had under my skin really was what was keeping me alive. I had had, what Nori had called an episode, but now I knew it was a vision of me in the future trying to explain what my magic was and why it was so powerful. After that I focused on it every night while in that cage, binding it tightly to me and training it to respond to the smallest thought I had. That had truly helped me over the years and now I had no need for a wand and it was only when I was really drained that I used the staff that had come to me with my Creature Inheritance.

I lent my head back against the couch and studied the ceiling, listening to the soft cawing of my raven and the coos of my three little surprises. I had brought back with me the three little eggs that Frerin had given me for my first birthday in Erebor and wouldn't he just die if he knew that they weren't just decorative. While I had been in China I had locked myself in my room after a particularly bad day and had started a fire in the small pit in my room. I had then laid out all my dwarvish gifts on the little table, as I did every time I was stressed. It helped me recall certain memories and it calmed me immensely. I had just been running my fingers over the little dragon figure when two of the little brats had slammed their hands against my door, causing me to jump and knock the table.

I had been yelling at them and had not realised that the three little eggs had rolled off the table and had fallen into the fire pit, at least not until I had turned around and seen them glowing in the flames. I had curled up next to the fire and begun to cry, thinking I had lost three of my most treasured possessions. Instead I had gained them back with interest, for when I had woken up the next morning I had found three small dragons curled up against me. One ruby, one sapphire and one a brilliant white, Cináed, Alina and Dracarys, a fire, water and a firstborn. I smiled Dracarys was always changing what he could breathe, one day it was ice, the next fire and the day after that he was causing gales with his wings. It made sense that I was weird and so my familiars would be too.

I sighed as the clock struck nine, nearly all the students would be in their dormitories now, except the older ones and now was when the really good conversations could be over heard. I grinned wickedly and shifted into my one of my animagus forms, a little black cat. I crept through the halls, following the familiar smells and found the little ledge that was a small passage way into the staff room. I hopped up onto it and squeezed inside, knowing that it wasn't just the teachers that used this room, but the ones I had also been guarding for so long.

I jumped silently onto the top of the large wardrobe, my favourite hiding place and settled down to listen. It was only moments later that the headmaster began to speak. "Has anyone got anything they wish to discuss at this time?" I rolled my eyes, knowing that someone would make a comment about me or my ability to still be breathing. "Yes, how can we get rid of Ariana? She skulks around the hallways and is scaring all the younger students." Hermione's voice came floating up to me and I was tempted to hiss at her, I didn't skulk at all. I sneaked, thank you very much.

Dumbledore sighed, "I am afraid it's not that simple my dear. She is here until it is decided that she is no longer of any use to us. Unfortunately she still is of use. After all how many wizarding communities can say they have full access to a fairy and all the advantages that come with that? Her blood alone is a valuable commodity." He said and I bristled, I was not some kind of animal to be harvested, my claws ached to sink into his skin. "Yeah, but why don't we just take what we can now then get rid of her?" Ron's voice asked and I bared my teeth, this was not the kind of conversation I wanted to be hearing at all.

I slid closer to the edge of the wardrobe, making sure to stay behind the wood decoration at the top. "We could do that, but how are we going to get her wings? We don't even know if she has them, the wings and blood are the most important part of the fairy. That and she seems to have a higher tolerance for Iron than most fairies, we've all seen her hold things made with a high iron content." Hermione whinged and I rolled my eyes, yes they had seen me touch high iron content things, but only because I could move the majority of the iron away from where I was holding it. And if they thought they could have my wings they would have another war on their hands, of course only if they could find them.

Dumbledore sighed, "We are just going to have to wait her out, she is of some use to us at the moment." He murmured out. "Professor, do you think we could bargain with her? She doesn't know that you have the book that holds the spell to take her home. I know she wants to go back, although Merlin knows why, it sounds awful." Harry's voice rang out and I froze, Dumbledore had the spell I needed. "Harry it is entirely possible that we could bargain with her, but whether or not she holds to her end of it I don't know. I mean we thought we knew her before the final battle and look how she surprised us. Also the amount of energy it takes to cast the spell to send her back is immense, I am afraid that if I use it a third time it will kill me." He said and bared my teeth, he was the reason I was thrown to Erebor then pulled away from there again, he had manipulated my life for the last time.

I stayed where I was listening further to the conversations that flowed through the room, gathering all the little titbits of information that I would need. When the room was finally quiet and still, I moved back along the passage way and ran through the darkened halls back to my rooms. I had barely stepped foot in the before I was bursting back to human form, my magic leaking out around me. My room was silent as I let the tempest grow around me, before taking a deep breath and shrinking it down. I moved up to my room and watched as my magic began to pack everything into a small backpack.

I tugged the pouch off my neck and pulled out the two small axes I had received all those years ago and began to sharpen them, although they truthfully didn't need it. I repeated the action with my short sword from Dwalin, if I was this close to being able to get home then I would damn sure make it so that I was ready to leave at a moments notice. I sighed and pulled out the elvish short sword that had been gifted to me and swallowed past the hurt feeling that bloomed in my chest, despite all the years I had had to come to terms with Thranduil's abandonment. My raven, Thalion, cawed from his perch before jumping down and turning into a man, "Mistress? What's wrong? You have nae been this angry for years." He spoke, his Scottish brogue echoing around the room.

I turned to him and flicked the sword out, running through a series of movements I had learnt while travelling through the Middle East, I span around and told him the story of what I had learnt. He watched me with his head tilted to the side and I saw that my three dragons were sitting on his shoulders and resting on his head. I sighed and stopped, putting the sword away in the sheath. "The worst part of this is that I have had the means to get home sat under my nose for the last six years." I growled out and sat down heavily on my bed. Thalion sat on the bed next to me and Dracarys jumped from his perch on Thalion's head down into my lap.

I stroked a hand across his back as Thalion spoke, "Aye, while tha' is all well an' good, Mistress, you would nae have had tha chance to rescue me and then you would be down a raven an' how could I deny ye the right to gaze at me beautiful self?" He asked and I chuckled, nodding and remembering the first summer before I had arrived here. I had been walking on the Isle of Skye and had come across a raven caught in a section of barbed wire fencing. I had freed him and nursed him back to health and he had stayed with me for the last six years, his name was elvish for champion and he was my wings.

I flicked his beak like nose and he squawked, causing me to laugh. "Aye, then I wouldn't have you would I? Although I also wouldn't have to keep telling you off every time you brought back something shiny." He sniffed and gazed at me with his jet black eyes, "Aye, I suppose you would nae have to do tha'. If you did have tha spell, would ye have been ready to use it?" He asked and I thought for a moment, before shaking my head. "No I suppose I wouldn't be. It wasn't time I don't think. Now it is." I sad, frustrated that I knew I was needed more than ever in Middle Earth, but not knowing why.

I curled up that night with the memories of my old life floating through my mind, almost like they felt that I had forgotten them and I needed a refresher. I awoke the next morning having remembered every last detail. I showered and then stood in front of the small selection of my clothes that would not be going with me to Middle Earth, in the end I settled on a pair of black skinny jeans, a lemon tank top and a long black cardigan. I slid my on my high heeled boots and tugged my hair back into a rough braid. I swiped some mascara on my lashes and defined my amazing eyes with a line of black eyeliner, finishing with a dash of blood red lipstick. I pulled the necklace adad had given me out of my pouch and clipped it on around my neck along with the bracelet from Thorin. I checked that none of my earrings had fallen out during the night, as they did every time I had a restless night. I clicked the small jewelled tongue stud against my teeth and felt ready to face the day.

I strode up into the dining hall like I owned it, watching as every child turned to face me. I knew that to them I looked fierce and haughty, causing a smirk to rise as I approached the headmaster, wanting desperately to wipe the condescending look from his face. "Yes my dear?" He asked all grandfatherly and I wanted to throw up. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "I'm leaving the grounds for the day. Don't follow me, don't think I don't notice your little spies. For Mahal's sake, use someone a little more inconspicuous than Fred and George Weasley." His eyes widened, as did my smirk, yes I am on to you, you manipulative old goat and if I were you I would be very afraid.

With that being said I span on my heel and walked down the hall, shooting glares at the few people that dared to stare at me for too long. The school soon gave way to the fresh air outside and I flicked my wrist, opening up a portal to Diagon Alley. I stalked up the street, startling a few of the early morning shoppers, not that I really cared any more. I climbed the steps into the bank and stood in front of the teller, knowing full well that he would serve me at his leisure. "Yes?" He drawled out, without looking up and I smirked. "I want to empty my vault." I drawled out, knowing that I sounded incredibly bored.

His head shot up and he stared at me, "Madam? Are you entirely sure?" He asked and I looked at him, raising my eyebrow and not saying anything. "Right yes of course, if you will follow me I will take you down to an office where you can sort it all out." I nodded my head and followed him down a corridor to the head of the banks office. I listened, disinterested as they spoke, knowing the were questioning the suddenness of my request. "My mind is my own, now can we please get on with it? I have other things I want to do today." I snapped out and they both jumped, bowing their head and the teller gestured for me to sit down.

I sat down in the chair and flashed the head of the bank a smile, full of teeth, knowing he would get the subtle message. I was a creature who had a very short leash on her temper today and he would do well to tread carefully. He cleared his throat and we began to talk about the processes involved in me closing my account and emptying my vaults. I nodded along at all the right points up until I realised he was stalling me and I sat up a little straighter, crossing one leg over the other. He froze and he realised that the thin ice he had been walking on had just cracked completely. "I want to clear everything out of my vault now. You will escort me down to do that or I will make my own way down there." I told him and he nodded, quickly getting up and ushering me down towards the carts.

We had barely sat down in one, when I flicked my fingers causing the cart to move, my powers controlling it all the way down to my vault. I stood and exited the cart as the goblin sat in it, hands still clenched around the bar. I grinned, viciously and flicked my fingers again, causing my vault door to clang open. I walked inside and pulled a small bag out of my pocket, all the money that I had managed to accumulate over the years changing into the coins for Middle Earth as the flew into the pouch. The few books and things that I kept in my vault away from prying eyes flew in last. The money, jewels and other things that my parents had acquired over the lives also flew into the pouch despite being in a separate vault. I smirked and closed up the pouch, sliding it back into my pocket.

I turned and walked out of the vault and sat next to the speechless goblin who was eyeing the pocket I had put my pouch in, I smirked and twitched my finger slightly. The cart lurched back up to the upper levels of the bank and I climbed out, bowing shallowly. "Pleasure doing business with you. Consider all accounts in my name closed." I told him dropping the keys to my vaults into his palm and walked calmly away from him. As I strode up into the entrance of the bank, I caught a glimpse of Dumbledore and smirked, he had no idea what had just happened and by the time he spoke to the goblin involved I would be back at school.

I quickly opened a portal and stepped through it, arriving back at school in my rooms. I placed the last pouch into my pack and stripped out of the clothes I intended to leave behind. I slid on the traditional dwarvish clothes I had had made over the years, the wool breeches, the cotton undershirt, the thick tunic and the sturdy boots. I laid the fur lined coat out on my bed beside my pack and turned to familiars. "Be ready when I come back. I shouldn't be too long." I told them, before slipping out of the room in my cat form and making my way upstairs to the secret passage McGonagall used to enter his office.

I climbed inside and looked around, searching for the one book that I needed. In the end I thought to hell with it and transformed, demanding my magic brought me anything that pertained to me getting back home. I was shocked as four sheets of parchment and a thick book came rushing towards me, my magic opening the book on the right page and a quick glance at the parchments told me that they were just copies of the spell. To my shock a vial of memories also came floating over to me, I warded the door and placed the memories in the pensieve.

The memories showed Dumbledore arguing with my parents, demanding that they joined his side in the first fight against Voldemort and when they refused he had them followed, finding them over in America and learning they were going to have a child. It showed him ranting about how powerful I was going to be and how he killed my parents to try and make sure I was powerful, but weak and easily manipulated. They then showed how he came across the book and in reading the spell aloud, like the dumbass he was, he had caused me to vanish.

The next memory showed him panicking about not being able to find me for nearly three years, then finally realising that I had disappeared when he had read the spell. He read it again, but had been thinking that he wanted me to land where someone would find me and break me. I jerked out of the memories and growled, pulling them out of the pensieve and throwing both the vial and the parchments into the blazing fire. I then took the book and proceeded to stalk out of the office, nearly bowling over several students as I stalked down to my rooms. I opened and slammed the door, cutting off the cry of my name from the headmaster as he and several others ran to catch up to me. I shrugged the coat on and shouldered my pack, fitting a second small compartment on the bottom for my dragons to crawl into and hide.

Thalion came and sat on my shoulder and I picked up the book again, storming through my old rooms and out into the corridor, my magic shoving those crowded there into the walls. I walked quickly up and out into the grounds hearing them clamber behind me to keep up. "Ariana I insist you stop this instant." Dumbledore thundered after me and I turned on him, anger clouding my voice. "You insist? You would dare presume to think that you have any power over me?" My magic whipped out around me as I spoke, the temperature dropping to freezing, the sky darkening and thunder shook the grounds.

Everyone froze, knowing that whatever Dumbledore said next could push me over the edge. I opened the book to the spell I needed and when he tried to take a step forward a bolt of lightning struck in front of him, causing him to take several steps back. I would not be denied this chance to go home. I read through the spell several times, ignoring as the lightning struck multiple times in front of me as they all tried to reach me. I finished reading it for the seventh time and felt confident enough to use it, sending the book into the depths of my bag. "You have had your chance, now I get to live my life. I am no slave, I am no pet and I am not something to be harvested. I am a Princess and I will be going home." I told them before reading out the spell and feeling the horrid tugging sensation at my navel, Thalion sinking his talons into my shoulder.

I steadied myself as the world span and I waited as it came back into focus. I found myself standing on the side of a cliff, looking across to the setting sun and seeing the lonely mountain. I brushed the tears that fell down my cheeks, never before had I seen such a beautiful sight as that. My three little dragons crawled out of the compartment at the bottom of my bag and I looked around finding a empty cave at my back and nothing but nature around for miles. I smiled and let my magic flow out, allowing it to readjust to this world as it allowed my three dragons to grow to the true size.

Alina cooed, "Thank you. I am so thankful to be back to my normal size." She spoke the cold wind shivering slightly as it bent to obey her. I smiled and turned to them, "I would ask that you all stay here and out of sight, feel free to change your size to leave the cave and go hunting, but be careful there are few beings in this world that would welcome dragons and those that would, would want to use you for evil. I need to find my family and explain a few things to them and I can't do that if I am worried that they will discover you in my pack." I told them and they nodded.

Thalion, hopped onto the top of my pack and I changed the dragon compartment into a small bedroll, waving goodbye to my dragons and slowly making my way down the cliff and along the road towards Ered Luin. I knew that they had not taken back the mountain yet, somehow, so I moved towards the second home I knew here, both scared and excited about what I would find. I soon settled back into the motions of living in a place where there was on fast food, no electricity, no easy way of getting any where and for some reason the simplicity, but hardship of this life style was soothing.

I could feel the three dragons presence at the back of my mind like a soothing hum and I knew they were safe. It was close to a week after I had arrived when a figure moved out onto the path beside me and I turned to it reaching for the short sword I had strapped to my belt. "Peace my dear, I mean you no harm. I am Gandalf the Grey and I would like to offer you the chance to take part in an adventure." He said mysteriously and I turned to look at him, Thalion cawing in indignation on my shoulder. I could see why, this new man looked very similar to Dumbledore.

I turned back to face the road as we walked, "And you think that I would be interested in this venture of yours because?" I asked, as we wandered along. He chuckled and pulled out a pipe, packing it as we walked. "Because I feel that what we are seeking to reclaim is something very dear to you. Also I believe you would balance out your eldest brother, he has become rather more closed off since your disappearance." Gandalf said and I froze, Thorin would be on this venture. I turned to him and looked him in the eye. "If you are lying to me, you will die agonisingly slowly. Just so you are aware." I said casually and he blinked at me, nodding. "I am not lying. I assume you remember where the Shire is?" He asked and I nodded, of course I remembered that beautiful place. "Very well I will meet you in Hobbiton. See you there." He said and walked in the opposite direction to me.

I rolled my eyes and continued on to the shire, even in here wizards were an unusual lot. I sighed and then froze as Thalion started to caw, "For fucks sake, he didn't say where in Hobbiton. Damn it." I swore and kicked a rock out of pure childishness. I sighed, "Guess this is the start of the adventure, find the Gandalf in the hobbit hole." I growled out and stomped my way towards the shire, my heart light at the thought of seeing my brother once again.

A/N: Here's the probable story line, possible more chapter will be included between and definitely after, but this is just the next few

Chapter 11 Bilbo POV ( Or the chapter in which Ariana calls everyone on their bullshit ;) finished)

Chapter 12 Ori or Filí POV (Most likely Filí this will be the trolls.)

Chapter 13 Nori POV (Troll cave/run from wargs/ start of Rivendell possibly)

Chapter 14 Balin POV (Rivendell or my cousin is a really good diplomat)

Chapter 15 Gandalf POV (Rivendell ending with the start of the goblin caves)

Chapter 16 Thorin POV (Goblin caves or how my sister isn't a baby any more ;))

Chapter 17 Kilí POV (Beorns, or why my aunty is amazing)

Chapter 18 Legolas POV (Mirkwood, spiders and confrontations)

Chapter 19 Tauriel POV (End of Mirkwood, lake town, here be gold mad dragons)

Chapter 20 Bard POV (Dale, just cos, also its finished)

Chapter 21 Daín POV (Leading up to the BOTFA and showing Ariana as being a BAMF ;) )