A/N: Well here it is! The first installation of the revised Starlight! I would like to thank all of my returning readers for being so wonderfully patient with me, hopefully this revision will make up for all the time I've been away! And for those out there who are just beginning on this new leg of the journey, I'd like to thank you for giving my story a try! Unfortunately before we can move on there are a few key points that need addressing:

Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable characters, settings, and events from the Twilight and Harry Potter books and/or movies. Those rights belong to Stephanie Meyer and J.K. Rowling.

Summary: After the ultimate betrayal of her family at the Department of Mysteries, Arabella Malfoy is sent into hiding in Forks, WA under a vow not to perform magic until her return to wizarding Britain. Meanwhile Draco, distraught over the disappearance of his sister, must struggle to find a way to protect her from a Lord he had no interest in serving. Bella/Edward, Draco/Blaise

Warning: This story is rated M for a reason. Violence, Sex (both slash and het), character death and torture will all appear to some extent. If any of these are sensitive subjects, I do not recommend this story to you. There are plenty of T rated fics to browse. All I ask is that you keep this in mind.

Prologue

The air was getting chilly again as it always did at this time of year in England. A dog barked from a nearby yard and wind chimes tinked softly, their gentle music floating to the ears of all those present with each new breeze. In the fading light outside of a tall, crooked, haphazardly built house five good friends said their teary goodbyes beneath the watchful gaze of Sirius Black. Tearful whispers and words of protest danced on the wind and paraded about his heightened senses in a delicate waltz with the wind chimes that was punctuated by a small sigh of regret that the aging wizard couldn't suppress. It was times like these he hated the war even more but there was nothing much that they could do; Arabella needed to leave for her own safety and that was final.

Had anyone warned him upon his escape from prison that he would come to be so attached to a child of Lucius he would have laughed in said wizard or witch's face and offered them a portkey to St. Mungo's, but she had wormed her way into his heart nonetheless although Ginny had claimed her first.

It had been little Ginerva that was the first to clap a small, polite greeting at the welcoming feast at the beginning of their fifth year (well, the beginning of Harry's fifth year at least) and it was she who made room for their equally surprised new housemate whom they later learned was none other than Draco's twin sister whom none but the Slytherins even seemed aware existed. She had attended Beauxbatons, she said, apparently as a result of a "wild and most unladylike nature," which, according to the elder Malfoys, was nothing a bit of culture and etiquette couldn't cure her of.

She had been rather quiet and withdrawn at first, especially after receiving a howler from her father, and remained silent as to the reasoning behind her sudden transfer. In fact, it hadn't been until after she had confronted that Umbridge woman and shared a detention with Harry that she was accepted into the fold. She had been forced to transfer to provide a stable, supportive family unit upon Voldemort's return and to prepare her to one day take the mark, she revealed one night in the Gryffindor common room before assuring the others that that had never been what she wanted and as the weeks passed she began to open up more and more and act more herself.

Ginny had remained her closest friend throughout the year, and the young Malfoy had contributed what knowledge she could to the DA when it was formed. She knew how their enemies would be fighting, and though she made her allegiances more than obvious with each passing day she didn't seem to be afraid of utilizing what Dark magic she knew. Even Snape had been impressed with the girl, and Sirius-

Sirius saw so much of himself in her it scared him. She was wild, rebellious, and yet held herself with that pureblooded grace that had flowed into her being from birth. Prideful and confident on the outside, she was still easily overcome by pensive moments where she seemed amazed that her friends could even tolerate her presence. Here was a family member he could actually relate to, and he had been hard pressed not to reach out to her personally and content himself with letters about her from Harry. It wasn't until Christmas break when she had accepted Harry's invitation to join them at Grimmauld Place that he had finally met her in person and by the end of the holiday he had been so impressed as to invite her to spend the summer there with Harry and himself since it was already quite obvious she was no longer welcome at home, and then had come the ministry.

Of all the chaotic moments of battle, her saving of his life rang the most clear in his memory. Just when he had turned at Harry's warning cry, already realizing he had run out of time to shield himself, a jet of green light had rapidly and unexpectedly crossed his vision and his cousin was down, her lips slightly open but weather in surprise or from her half-muttered hex he would never know, and Bella was in tears to his right.

In all the confusion of switching ministers and with the justification of battle in which she had been doing what she saw as necessary to save herself and others, charges were never pressed but the murder of her aunt had been taken as the final betrayal and Lucius had vowed to never stop hunting her until she was dead for the dishonour she had placed upon the Malfoy name.

So here she was just a few months later, forced to leave the friends she had come to love like family until Dumbledore declared it safe enough for her to return or she came of age at which point even he couldn't stop her from joining the Order and fighting back.

They had spent the summer teaching Bella all they could of muggle lives and culture so that she could hide with an old friend of Remus' in America, but worry still gnawed at the lining of his stomach before Sirius forced it down and forced a small smile onto his face. Bella and the others had apparently finished their goodbyes and she was solemnly gliding towards him, her hair bleached whiter than normal and her eyes a deep, stormy gray.

"You'll see them soon you know, this isn't permanent," he reassured as positively as he could under the circumstances. She returned his bitter smile.

"I know, it's just that I'm going to miss you all so much," she replied in a hoarse whisper that was clearly forcing back tears. Sirius pulled her into a tight embrace before releasing her reluctantly and pulling a small platinum ring out of his pocket set with a small, if overly stunning, emerald and held it out to her.

"Here, you have almost as much right to this as I do, especially since I'll never wear it," he began with a rueful smile, "It's a black heirloom that also serves as a portkey. It will grow warm when you are in danger, but whisper portus and it will activate from anywhere in the world and take you to the library at Grimmauld Place."

"Thank you," she murmured as a tear escaped her right eye though she didn't dignify it with an acknowledgement.

"There's no need for thanks. Just promise me you'll be safe," he implored his ward. She nodded her head with a small smile and he reluctantly held out a small gray stone. "Just whisper portus and it will take you to Mr. Swan." She nodded solemnly, hugged him one last time, and with a barely audible whisper she was gone.

A/N: To those of you who weren't scared away by my warning and like what you see, the first chapter will be posted next Monday. From then on there will be a new chapter posted every Monday until the story is complete. Please let me know your thoughts! Constructive criticism is always welcome, I do this for the betterment of myself as a writer. All other thoughts/comments are equally welcome!