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Assistant: Title: Kaleidoscopic Grangers
        Author: AdmiralPegasus undefined 
        Chapter: 274/376 
        Summary: If blindness wasn’t enough for Ariadne Granger to deal with upon attending Hogwarts, being the transgender Girl Who Lived didn’t help matters.Blind trans girl Harry Potter fic to spite JK Rowling’s TERF @ss. Starts before Ariadne has even figured out she’s a girl and before she is rescued from the Dursleys.Since this fic is gonna be quite long, I’m adding a key here. Note, some things might lack context if you skip.Chapters 1-6: Pre-Philosopher’s Stone.Chapters 7-33: Philosopher’s Stone. Minimal plot divergence.Chapters 34-75: Chamber of Secrets. Moderate plot divergence.Chapters 76-109: Prisoner of Azkaban. Major plot divergence.Chapters 110-148: Goblet of Fire. Major plot divergence.Chapters 149-192: Order of the Phoenix. Plot-adjacent - Same sorta things happen, but in a different way.Chapters 193-236: Half Blood Prince. Major plot divergence.Chapters 237-288: Deathly Hallows. Major plot divergence.Chapters 289-375: Post Deathly Hallows "Epilogue" content. Complete plot divergence.
        Contents: Chapter 274: The Grey Havens
    

    

        
          
          
            Ariadne makes her choice.
          
        

      
        
          And so we march onwards. So many things that have been future tense in my head for ages are happening, and it’s wild.Recurring TW: This fic will be dealing with narratives of PTSD manifesting in depression and paranoia.Specific TW: Grief, Transphobia (misgendering, deadnaming). Self-harm.
            
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    Ariadne did not have time to comprehend the explosion of magic over her form before it had hit her already and a hurricane of wind surrounded her. Voldemort, Bellatrix, Hagrid, the snake, all of it, all of it vanished as her magical sense winked out of existence all of a sudden. Darkness took her as she felt herself slam down onto the ground, but at the same time, she could feel nothing. The echoing  boom-oom-oom-oom  of the Killing Curse faded from her ears, as her body wafted away.Was this death? Had Dumbledore failed her? She wouldn’t have been surprised, but she couldn’t even feel the fear as she lay on the ground in some way, and her foot twitched. That was odd, she thought. If she had been dead, she wouldn’t have had a foot attached to her mind to feel. It almost amused her to wonder if she was a ghost now. But she’d have felt cold, if she were, and she didn’t. She didn’t feel warm either. Ariadne’s mind was rolling slightly in a void of nothingness, all sensation and emotion seemingly lost before-Ariadne pulled in a gasping breath, coughing and spluttering as she felt life in her again, sensation returning to her limbs. She was lying on something, on a flat surface, a soft flat surface. Carpet, she could have sworn, but how could it have been carpet? She was in the Forbidden Forest, a carpet of mud and twigs might have been more expected, but not a very much ordinary carpet. Coughing, Ariadne pushed herself up on her hands as tiny pinpr@cks of colour began filtering back into her magical sense in the darkness. Blue, red and yellow specks on her left, green, yellow and brown ahead of her, and black and white Horcrux magic on her right, as she winced and squeezed her eyes shut at the splitting headache that roared through her for a moment. No, that was definitely carpet, as her fingers crushed into it, and as her magic sense began to bloom and warp into focus as if she’d just woken up from a long sleep, longer than any she’d had lately that was for sure, Ariadne stood. Frowning, she watched as three familiar magical cores blurred into view.Ahead of her, and below as if sitting on chairs, were those of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, and to her left, also as if sitting down, was that of Hermione Granger, but Hermione’s was blurry and out of focus no matter how much she tried to plant her magical sense upon her sister as Ariadne frowned, turning about a bit. Where was she? What was this? She had no wand strapped to her arm, she was just wearing a simple skirt and a t-shirt going off what she felt, not the Hogwarts uniform she’d been wearing only moments prior. There was no wand in her pocket either, but as she merely thought the incantation  aurum radia , a gentle glittering pulse of blue burst from her very body, from her magical core, as Ariadne’s eyes widened.Her magical core was red and purple, with green flecks, but no more were the alien blobs of Horcrux magic within her. She wasn’t a Horcrux, the Horcrux was in the hallway. Because as the pulse of magic revealed the room she stood in, Ariadne recognized it immediately, familiar trees rustling outside. Hermione sat on her own bed, with Remus and Sirius sitting at her desk on duplicates of Hermione’s one desk chair. The room was a mess as it often was, with books strewn about, things were pinned up all over the room, but it wasn’t right. Things were in places they’d been moved from, she hadn’t had that lamp in years… And Hermione herself was wrong. She wasn’t the tall, proud nineteen year old young woman Ariadne so intensely admired, no. She was shorter, much shorter, her bushy hair surrounded her head as she sat, no more than seven or eight years old, on her bed, writing in a large book. The version of Hermione she’d met in the park when she was six years old, before she had even been Ariadne, so many years ago. Hermione’s old CD player, the one that had been replaced ages ago, was playing something, but the music was fuzzy and indistinct despite Ariadne’s surety she knew it. The room was an amalgam of Ariadne’s expectations for Hermione’s room, and Hermione herself was an imagined version of her - Ariadne had never sensed Hermione that young, the first time she had ever ‘seen’ her Hermione had been nearly thirteen. She couldn’t see her face past the book and the hair, but she knew she could only give her own imagination so much grace.And that  was  what it was, she knew. She had a choice to make, and this was the way the choice was presenting itself.“Ariadne,” Sirius said, standing up as Ariadne turned to him, unsure quite how to react as spasms of grief and joy and sadness to sense him flitted through her mind. She wasn’t even sure he was even slightly real, if the mysterious Mistress of Death magic was just conjuring up an image from her memory or if it was somehow summoning his soul from the dead - after all, the Resurrection Stone could pull off a similar feat, if incompletely. “Ariadne you incredible young woman, come here,” he marvelled, wrapping her in a hug as Ariadne gasped in breath, hugging her godfather again.“Sirius-” Ariadne breathed incredulously, glancing over to Remus as well as she realized the  aurum radia  spell was still going, constantly as if she were glowing. “A-and Remus, what- how?” she spluttered.“Well, one really should expect the company of the dead in one’s dying moments,” Remus replied with a wry smile as he stood up, coming over to take her shoulder warmly. “No, no, don’t cry,” he said softly, as her face screwed up at that. Remus was dead. “Such a cause to die for was a blessing for someone like me,” Remus told her, as she cried, hugging him in what she realized definitely was some sort of afterlife imagination. At least, she supposed, even if it was imaginary, it was beautiful to have Remus back with Sirius again, as Remus leaned over and kissed his cheek, stroking his tidy hair.“I’m sorry,” Ariadne whimpered, as Remus looked back to her, brushing a tear from her cheek. “I’m so sorry.”“Save your tears, dear Ariadne,” Remus said quietly, taking her hands and looking her in the face. “You have a choice to make.” Sniffling, Ariadne nodded.“Now that you’ve gotten rid of that blasted thing,” Sirius added jovially, pointing out into the hallway landing where the Horcrux was lying,  shaped as if like a person but small and shriveled like a human prune, its magic sputtering and dying as it lay there. “You certainly don’t have to worry about him turning you bad anymore,” he chuckled. “But I don’t think you ever did need to.” Ariadne smiled slightly. It was almost weird, to watch her magical core exist without the alien influence of Lord Voldemort. She’d never known her core without it, it had been there before she’d even been blinded, before she’d even developed the magical sense the weird limbo-bedroom was simulating. Sirius and Remus sat back down in the chairs, as Ariadne gently sat down on the foot of Hermione’s bed, peering curiously at the young child that was her sister.“So…” Ariadne murmured, turning her sense back from her fuzzy indistinct sister to her deceased godfathers. “Where do we go from here?” she asked, facing around pointedly. “Clearly this isn’t really Hermione’s room. This is how my mind’s perceiving the choice it’s been given, I’m probably still falling,” she mused. “You’re probably not even real, you’re just in my head,” she added wryly.“You wound me, Ariadne,” Sirius chuckled sarcastically, pressing a hand to his chest. “But of course we’re figments of your imagination. That doesn’t mean we’re not real,” he said, holding Remus’ hand with a shrug, as Remus smiled at him.“On the matter of where we go from here, though,” Remus said purposefully, leaning forward a little. “Well… you could walk through that door and go for a walk with us,” he said, pointing to Hermione’s bedroom door, outside which the Horcrux lay, gently. “Or… you could stay here, with your sister,” he added, nodding toward the imprint of Hermione, who was still concentrating hard on the book she was writing in. No doubt she was fuzzy as she was because it wasn’t Hermione - unless something horrific had happened in Ariadne’s absence, Hermione was not dead, as Sirius and Remus were. Hermione was, in this place, a concept. An idea, an image.“I have to go back,” Ariadne said softly, swallowing as she looked to them. “I promised Ginny.” Sirius beamed at her, as Remus smiled slightly.“Well,” Sirius said in that case, standing up and offering a hand to Remus. “I think we know you better than to try to convince you to break a promise you made to Ginny Weasley,” he said, as he and Remus stepped over to her, and hugged her lightly. “I look forward to meeting the crotchety old woman you’ll be next time we meet,” he snickered. “I expect you’ll shrink in stature by then, but… Merlin the things you will accomplish.” Ariadne laughed at that. She had a future ahead of her, and a long one.“Goodbye, Ariadne,” Remus said softly, into her hair, as she winced, tears in her eyes again. “Go. Go get your life back,” he urged her, as he let go of her. “Now, my dear Padfoot. Run with me, and never stop,” he said warmly, taking Sirius’ hand as the two of them slowly slipped from the bedroom, vanishing into the doorway as if they had never been there at all, the slightest impression of a great wolf and a big dog in their wake like a cloud of dust that slowly dissipated as Ariadne sighed, turning to the image of Hermione. Ariadne sat on the bed nearer to her, near her feet, and the music on the CD player became more distinct, but it wasn’t music. It was a memory, one of her own. And as she smiled, it was as if she was there again, only six years old, spinning an old skirt, and choosing her name, in that very room.“I shall not be taking the ship to Valinor this day,” Ariadne said softly, offering a hand to the image of Hermione. The writing stopped.In a flash, Hermione looked up, a little girl no longer but a young woman, clear and distinct as her eyes flashed in familial love, and as her hand slammed into Ariadne’s, a cataclysmic rumble filled the world as Ariadne squeezed it, and with a rush of wind, Hermione Disapparated, taking Ariadne with her as Ariadne saw in a glimpse the final words of the book Hermione had been writing, a book detailing her whole life.
   And Ariadne Granger woke up. 
-- And Ariadne Granger woke up. Day after day she woke up. She was a little girl, discovering magic for the first time under the tutelage of Minerva McGonagall, flying on a broomstick for the first time. She was meeting Ginny for the first time again at King’s Cross Station, she was dancing with her at the Yule Ball. She was meeting her sister again, becoming Ariadne Lily Granger. She was in a graveyard again, forced to witness the return of Lord Voldemort, she was in the Department of Mysteries again. She was kicking Voldemort out of her mind. And Ariadne Granger woke up, squished into Ginny’s hip on a sofa in the Common Room, her watch beeping as Ginny grumbled at being woken.And Ariadne Granger woke up, her magical sense blearing back into life as she lay uncomfortably on the twigs and powdery dirt of the Forbidden Forest, the impact onto the ground still dully ringing in her muscles as the shockwave of the destruction of the Horcrux within her smashed through trees, sending wood and charred splinters hurtling down around her and the Death Eaters gathered there, sending them all to the ground as well save for the bound Rubeus Hagrid, who stumbled. And within her core was no longer the contamination of a Horcrux, no longer was a part of his soul bound inside her form, but she did not move any more than the tiny flex of her muscles at the realization she  was  awake. The snake was only so far away, coiled as if injured and pained, as she was sure it was in the death of a Horcrux. But her scar did not hurt, and her back was free of the pressure of the snake’s presence. Ariadne knew, immediately, that she needed to wait until the proper moment to strike, as she watched the orbiting fact of her being the Mistress of Death glimmering. She was not invulnerable, just immortal. The Horcrux had protected her from magical injury, this would only protect her from death. The Elder Wand was in her sleeve, a sharp dagger at her left hip that she had fallen upon as well as her handbag under her cloak, as she lay, waiting. Playing dead.“I don’t need your help,” Voldemort spat, pushing Bellatrix down again as she tried to help him up. Death Eaters were watching in awe as they gathered closer, staring at her as she tried to control her breathing. It would do her no good to be discovered simply by the motion of her breath as silence fell over the clearing, save only for the tiny patter of now much less severe rain. Narcissa Malfoy, as Lucius Malfoy remained behind Voldemort, began to walk toward her, making her heart hammer as Bellatrix stood up, staring at her.“The boy,” Bellatrix gasped. “Is he dead?” Ariadne almost laughed. Even Bellatrix doubted Voldemort could kill her, as Bellatrix paused over Ariadne, watched intently by Voldemort. But Ariadne did not know any spells that could slow or stop her own heartbeat or breathing with or without a wand, as worry flitted through her relentlessly at how Narcissa knelt down behind her, and her eyes widened at the realization Ariadne was breathing.“ Is he alive?  ” Narcissa whispered, so quietly even Ariadne, only a foot away from her mouth, barely heard her. “  Draco, is he alive? ” Ariadne resisted the urge to glare at her. She knew Narcissa was hardly a caring mother, she didn’t care about Draco himself, only what he could be, only what he represented - the failure of the Malfoys in Voldemort’s eyes. She wanted him back in the fold to restore her family. But Ariadne heard the implicit offer in Narcissa’s voice. If the selfish love of a blood purist could open the door for her to kill the snake with the surprise she needed, then she would take it. And so Ariadne nodded, so subtly she could barely feel it and stopped moving again. Narcissa stood up resolutely, turning back to Voldemort as anguish and ruin exploded through Hagrid’s core, emotions Ariadne wished she could quell but she couldn’t as Narcissa spoke away from her. “Dead.” Voldemort’s eyes widened eagerly, as a grin split across his face. Triumph, unearned triumph, clattered through his ragged magic, from which only one Horcrux tendril emanated from, corresponding to the snake. No doubt he would take the loss of his connection to her as proof as well, Ariadne realized, as Narcissa backed away, and Hagrid started crying. Voldemort, hearing that, smirked and turned around.“You,” he snapped, pointing to Hagrid. “I suppose you’d like to support him one last time? I’ll even let you. Pick that up,” he ordered, flicking his gaze at Ariadne from the people who were holding Hagrid with ropes. Without even bothering to watch, a victorious grin on his face, Voldemort swept past Ariadne without even looking at her, as Hagrid, sobbing, was pulled over to her. To her chagrin, he was brought over before Ariadne could get a chance to burst into motion and kill the snake with her dagger, and she was hoisted into the air by Hagrid’s strong hands, letting herself lay limp in his arms, the Elder Wand poking out of her sleeve as those restraining Hagrid flicked the ropes to push him forward, to follow Voldemort. And to Ariadne’s gladness, as Hagrid’s breath spluttered in wallowing sorrow, and as he leaned his head down to hug what he believed to be her lifeless body, none of them could see her face as she opened her eyes.“ Don’t let them know I’m alive ,” Ariadne whispered ever so slightly into his ear as Hagrid jumped, his eyes wide at her shoulder as he raised his head ever so slightly. As he stared at her face, she winked at him with a tiny smirk, disbelief spasming through Hagrid’s core as she closed her eyes again. But as Hagrid continued to cry, perhaps for effect or perhaps from the relieved joy in his core, and yelled incoherently at the men holding the ropes about him as they tugged before he was magically silenced, Ariadne knew where Voldemort was going. He led a huge column of Death Eaters back the way Ariadne had come, the snake so tantalizingly close but yet so far away as it slithered behind Voldemort. She couldn’t move enough to get the Elder Wand out without them noticing, not without risking being disarmed of it and killed, and she certainly couldn’t get her dagger, so she knew she needed to wait until Voldemort got to Hogwarts. Where she had allies, where she had help. Resisting the urge to yawn as best she could as they crossed the field, Ariadne looked on sideways at Hogwarts, glad she did not need to have her eyes open to use her magical sense. It was quiet from there, despite the utter destruction wrought of the castle, and she could sense it a little better now that the rain was lighter.And she could sense better the cores of Hermione and Ginny, sitting on the steps to the Great Hall, having not seen them yet as Voldemort pushed the body of a giant off of the bridge with a wandless warble of yellow magic. And she could also sense Neville, who was brushing off the Sorting Hat which he must have picked up out of the rubble, and Draco, as well as Ron who was sitting hunched over with his face buried in Hermione’s hair, back spasming as if he were crying. Draco jumped, fear spasming through his core as he bolted over to Hermione, Ron, and Ginny, getting their attention. It seemed, ironically, those at the forefront in the courtyard had been the last to notice as Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Slughorn, followed by several dozen students, Order members, and other Professors alike, who swarmed into the courtyard at the sight of Voldemort leading a column of Death Eaters across the bridge as Ginny stood up first before Ron and Hermione, and absolute petrified fear blasted into her brilliantly powerful magical core.“ NO!  ” Pain panged through Ariadne’s heart as Ginny screamed, rage and fury boiling in Ginny’s magic as it blared, a tiny prick of yellow magic keeping the signet ring on her left hand as she stalked forward, breathing heavily as her magic escalated, as if she were about to attack before Ron grabbed her from behind, tugging her back strongly despite Ginny’s attempts to break free as Ariadne subtly began tapping a heartbeat in her dangling hand.  Merlin , she hoped Ron saw it, his eyes were keen to movement Ariadne knew as she watched him baring his teeth and nearly growling at the approaching small army as Hermione gaped, covering her mouth, but for all she knew, Ron was blinded to it by hatred. Hagrid shook his head very slightly, as Bellatrix danced along nearby Voldemort, and Ariadne grimaced ever so slightly at the fact Hagrid was being led further from Voldemort, to stand to the side. As Arthur stepped forward, keeping his hand in front of Ron in the knowledge his werewolf son could very easily do something stupid, he was handily in the way as a tiny frown flicked on Ron’s face, visible to Ariadne for her angle but not to Voldemort, before he immediately shot to Ginny’s ear, whispering something. Gladness filled Ariadne’s veins as Ginny stopped trying to pull out of Ron’s arms, the magic coating her eyes flicking ever so slightly to the side as Ariadne prayed she saw the heartbeat she was tapping.Relief shot through Ariadne as the same relief spat through Ginny’s magic as she watched desperately, and so Ariadne continued tapping it for only a few more seconds, so Ginny would know she hadn’t imagined it, before she stopped, hoping none of the Death Eaters had seen it.“Harry Potter! Is-” Voldemort declared, pointing at Ariadne.“ THAT’S NOT HER F@CK@NG NAME! ” Ginny roared, cutting him off with her voice artificially enhanced by a tiny flicker of purple magic at her throat as her core brightened slightly in activity, before Voldemort raised his phoenix feather wand and shot a wave of green magic across the courtyard with a rushing roar of magic, making them reel back slightly as Ginny’s Amplification Charm flickered away.“SILENCE!” Voldemort yelled, as Ron whispered something in Hermione’s ear, presumably the same he’d said to Ginny as Hermione gaped in wretched despair at what she’d thought was her sister’s dead body. “Stupid girl,” he said menacingly, as the courtyard continued to fill with her allies. Seamus, Dean, Sally-Anne with her arm in a sling. Tori and Jamie, holding hands. Luna. Kingsley. Cedric, Viktor. Molly, George, Charlie and Bill, Fleur still very much in all her part-Veela glory. “Harry Potter… is dead,” he said, his voice carrying over the silent drizzle-swept courtyard as he swept forward, the snake still following him further away from Ariadne to her dismay. “From this day forth, you put your faith… in me,” he said, as Professor McGonagall set her jaw, shaking her head. Voldemort turned around, walking back toward his Death Eaters with a grin. “HARRY POTTER IS DEAD!” he yelled, laughter spreading across his little army as Bellatrix cackled, and Ariadne couldn’t resist the spasm of laughter in her own chest, although it was silent and only a breath that Hagrid might have noticed. “Eeehhhehehe!” Voldemort laughed, turning back to face Hogwarts, spreading his arms wide. “And now is the time to declare yourself,” he announced. “Come forward and join us! Or  die ,” he told them all severely. Wands had already been drawn all across the courtyard, and Ariadne could sense livid anger in most of them. She knew they were not going to throw down arms because she was dead, and it was in those students she knew had been part of Ariadne’s Thread where that rage was most strong, and she realized in an instant what Voldemort’s third mistake was, or would have been had he actually killed her.He had made her a martyr.But what happened next surprised Ariadne, as Lucius Malfoy, near the front of the crowd, stepped forward slightly.“Draco!” Lucius hissed desperately, holding his arm forward as a hateful, spiteful glare was shot back at him by his son. “Draco!” Incredulously, Draco stepped forward only slightly, so he could be seen, his face clenching as he began to speak.“ Never  ,” Draco spat, stepping forward slightly with what must have been years of rage written all over his face, hate blaring in his core. “I won’t be your p@wn anymore,” he said, his voice terrifyingly even before he raised it. “And if I can help it? MY FACE WILL BE THE LAST YOU EVER SEE,  FATHER!  ” he yelled, spitting onto the ground in defiance as he raised his wand, Lucius and Narcissa backing away in horror. “IN FACT!” Draco announced, stepping up onto a rock as he pulled up the left sleeve of his tattered dress shirt, revealing the Dark Mark on his arm. He pointed his unicorn hair wand at it. “  Incendio .”Draco’s cry of pain echoed over the entire courtyard making Ariadne wince as Draco burned his own Dark Mark off, the magic boiling away from his arm as he screamed through his teeth at the pain, before panting in growing determination, the rushing red magic sloughed away before he threw his wand back up, pointing at his parents. But before anyone could react, save for a few nodding grins from some people Ariadne would never have expected to even want to speak to Draco Malfoy, Draco jumped, seeing Neville step forward, wand at his side and the Sorting Hat in his other hand as he limped forward, looking at the ground. And he continued limping forward, as Voldemort swept to the side curiously. Surely, Neville wouldn’t join them, Ariadne exclaimed internally, he’d virtually  led  a good portion of the Thread.“Well, I must say I’d hoped for better,” Voldemort said idly, as his forces starting laughing again, but Ariadne wasn’t laughing as her heart jumped. Because from the angle Neville was standing on, she could sense something inside the Hat, the same magic that had been within it the last time she herself had held it so long ago in the Chamber of Secrets. Impossibly, translocated from where it had been inside Bellatrix Lestrange’s vault that very morning, was the Sword of Godric Gryffindor, waiting to be drawn. “And who might you be, young man?” he asked, prowling around a bit.“Neville Longbottom,” Neville replied, grimacing as the Death Eaters laughed for a second time, most notably Bellatrix who was grinning at him evilly. Amused, Voldemort stepped back a bit, watching Neville.“Well, Neville, I’m sure we can find a place for you in our ranks,” Voldemort said jovially, sweeping closer to the snake again, which seemed to have chosen a spot to sit in.“I’d like to  say  something,” Neville announced loudly, leaning forward with the Hat in hand. Irritated now, Voldemort sneered at him, turning to face Neville directly.“Well, Neville, I’m sure we’d all be fascinated to hear what you have to say,” he replied, sarcasm on the tinge of his voice as Neville faced down Voldemort and the Death Eaters, pride bubbling in Ariadne’s heart at how brave that boy was. Neville paused, thinking for a bit as he kept his weight off his injured left leg.“It doesn’t matter that Ariadne’s gone,” he said loudly.“Stand down Neville!” Seamus urged from behind him.“People die every day!” Neville retorted, turning to see Seamus. “Friends. Family. Yeah. We lost Ariadne tonight,” he told the onlooking people of Hogwarts. “But she’s still with us!” he told them. “In here!” Ariadne couldn’t tell from her angle, but she could have sworn he’d pointed to his heart. “So’s Fred,” Neville added, looking at the Weasleys softly. “And Remus. All of them.” Ron was smiling ever so slightly as he nodded at Neville, in the knowledge Ariadne wasn’t dead. “They didn’t die in vain. BUT YOU WILL!” he yelled, turning back to Voldemort, who appeared to be grinning, as Ariadne too smiled, opening her eyes. She knew none of the Death Eaters would see, even if they had the angle they were watching Neville. “‘Cos you’re wrong! We’re her Thread, and we’re not gonna stop following her example!” he roared, reaching into the Hat, as triumphant eagerness thrummed through Ariadne and she tensed her arms to push off of Hagrid. “THIS ISN’T OVER!” he yelled, drawing the Sword with an eternally satisfying metallic  SCWHINNGGGG , the Sword which was much larger than Ariadne remembered, having become a broadsword in Neville’s hands as Ariadne lunged out of Hagrid’s arms, landing on her feet immediately.“GOOD THING I’M STILL AROUND TO PROVIDE ONE THEN!” Ariadne called triumphantly, grinning at them as  everyone  in the courtyard froze save for Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.--
  
  

    
      
        
        
          Alas I know a lot of y’all were waiting for Ariadne to tear into Dumbledore, but Ariadne wouldn’t see him. She saw people she looks up to, in a place that was important to her.'
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