See You Again

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Every corner she turned, the group of boys that call themselves "The Marauders" would be there. It was driving her insane! At first, she thought it was a coincidence, but they seemed to be oddly observing her. She couldn't for the life of her understand why? She just wanted to get a start on her mission, and they were making things difficult. So, she figured she'd hide out in her dorm for the rest of Sunday instead. It was almost like they knew - Oh my Merlin's saggy balls!! She widened her eyes and bolted upright into a sitting position on her bed. She was an idiot!! How could she forget about that damned map!? "He knows!" She whispered quietly to herself in a panic.

Worse yet! They know! But just her name. There's no way they could know anything else. No wonder he seemed surprised when she first introduced herself as "Ara Lovella." He was probably expecting her to say, "Adhara Potter." She was originally annoyed about Dumbledore putting her on the spot like that at dinner, but the old fool might have actually, unintentionally, helped her out. It's the only explanation for them not asking her about it directly. So they've taken to observing her instead. But they don't know that she knows and they believe she has amnesia. So, until they actually ask her point-blank... she's good! Smirking to herself silently.

She's gonna have to wait until later to sneak off to the Room of Requirement. She's gotta get that necklace and destroy it as well as secure the Diadem. Or maybe she should take care of the Basilisk first, but then she's gotta get the sword somehow... I wonder...

She was able to call the sword to her ever since she got it out of the lake during her whole solo Horcrux excursion. Would it still work here? She held out her hand and, to her surprise, the sword began to materialize. Okay, Basilisk first then. Hopefully, she could manage to avoid being bitten this time. Mindlessly, she began rubbing the old scar on her arm. Shaking her head to clear her train of thought, she quietly got off her bed and tucked the sword into her Mokeskin pouch that she brought with her (Thank you, Hagrid!). She was actually surprised that Dumbledore or Madam Pomfrey didn't find it. Then again, she did shrink it and hide it in her bra.

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Ara slowly made her way down to the common room, trying to get her mind off of what she was planning to do tonight. Like earlier, the boys once again began observing her while trying to appear otherwise. They were about as subtle as a damn troll walking the corridors, granted the troll did make it to the bathroom with none the wiser. Boy! Was that a nightmare! Good thing she read ahead and learned the Glacius charm or the troll would've smashed her to bits. Distracted in observing them observe her, she missed the group of girls that began to make their way over to her.

"Ara, right?" asked a light blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl - who could be none other than Neville Longbottom's mother. "Ara Lovella. Nice to meet you."

"I'm Alice, Alice Hemlocke. And this is Marlene McKinnon," she said, pointing to the golden blonde-haired, brown-eyed girl with bangs. "This is Dorcas Meadowes," she added, introducing the dark, curly brown-haired girl with freckles and hazel eyes. "And last but not least, this is Lily Evans."

It took everything for Ara to keep the smile on her face. She managed to avoid her new dorm mates, but it seems they decided to seek her out instead. "Nice to meet you," Lily spoke with a small smile.

"Likewise," Ara forced out.

She spent the rest of the evening "getting to know" her new dorm mates. Well, she was actually genuine in getting to know three out of the four. Marlene was very much into herself, Dorcas seemed very shy and sweet, Lily reminded her of Hermione, which wasn't a good thing either way. However, she quite liked Alice. Whenever she noticed small details that reminded her of Neville, Ara couldn't help but smile a little. She silently promised herself to prevent Neville from having to live a life with his parents in St. Mungo's unable to recognize their own son, let alone their own reflections. Things will change. She'll stop it. She has to! For all of them!

"Can you sense anything?" whispered James.

"No..." Remus whispered back quietly, pursing his lips. "Normally I can sense something, whether it be an emotion or if they're another wolf... but -"

"But what?" cut off Sirius impatiently.

"Nothing. I can't feel anything from her. It's like there's a wall blocking any of my senses." The three looked at Remus in bafflement.