((hello guys, so ive been wanting to write a Harry Potter story for ages, although this is about Voldemorts daughter, this is the first chapter, i know its short, but if i get reviews then i will continue it, please please review and tell me what you think. thank you so much for all the lovely comments on my other stories, please do the same here, i really appreciate it))

The feeling of loneliness was so ever present in the life of Ariana. She had lived with it her whole life, it wasn't something new, of course she hated it, but at the same time she couldn't stop it, just like she couldn't stop the darkness from residing behind her blue sparkling hues.

A dark room was her prison, no light came from the boarded up windows, there was no escape from the hell that had kept her captive for so many years.

A darkness could be felt pressing up against her, needling its way into her mind, It seemed to envelop her like it was some sort of gas chocking her. She could feel it everywhere on and in her body, pushing itself to the surface trying to be heard, but she fought it, for as long as she could.

It was a losing battle and Voldemort and his followers knew that. It was just a matter of time before she gave into it, let it lead her in a world of sides, darkness and light, the constant war for supremacy.

The daughter of a man that could have been the greatest man the world had ever seen, just like Dumbledore but instead he chose darkness and death, things that she despised.

Her father Voldemort.

He had hated her from the start, now at fifteen his hatred for her was scary, it filled her with fear just to hear him say her name. Her mother Bellatrix thought the same thing. There was supposedly to much light in her and not enough dark.

Her father or Voldemort had no love for her mother, he had simply performed a spell and she had become pregnant. But of course neither of the parents had been able to pick our traits for the child, they just had to mould it, the child Ariana(now fifteen)had stayed in the care of Bellatrix, her mother hadn't been bad, nice in fact if a bit crazy, the woman had been busted out of Azkaban for so long now that it looked like most of the crazy had gone, although that probably wasn't the case.

Ariana's mind as a child had slowly been moulded to house the darkness that was inside the death eaters, but she could never hold on to it, the lighter side always wrestled its way in there, which was the reason she was stuck in a dark room with no windows and without her wand.

Her mother had been amazed about the amount of magic that had flowed off the girl when her wand less magic had started and it never stopped, she could be as powerful as Voldemort and that was why she was alive.

To be a threat and to kill everyone that was unloyal and of muggle blood. In truth she didn't care about any of it, she didn't see the wrongness of muggleborns, to her they were fine.

She sighed to herself as she rang her fingers through her raven black curly hair, a trait she had inherited from her mother. The sound of footsteps outside the door made her head turn as her ears listened to any further sound. Nothing else could be heard.

What was happening?

She shrugged it off as she pulled herself up from the floor that she lay on and moved over to start walking round the room so she could stretch her legs. If she was really lucky she wouldn't die of boredom, she had already counted all the grey spots on the wall, since her eyes had come into focus they had swept around the room sorting everything out.

And when that was finished there was nothing that stopped the boredom. She wished so much for a distraction from the silence that echoed round the room, maybe the snake that Voldemort had bought her for her birthday.

The only gift her father had ever given her. Yet she cherished it and loved the snake, she even found out that faithful day that she could speak in parcel tongue. Which seemed to send some of the death eaters haywire.

Smiling at the memory-she didn't have many happy memories-she didn't notice the quiet sound of the door unlocking and the equally quiet sounds of shoes on the wood floorboards. She noticed nothing until the cloth came over her mouth and her eyes began to droop closed.

She had been taken.

But what was happening?

So many smells interrupted her dark dank smelling room and something else registered in the back of her mind.

Disinfectant.