The room was brimming with a low buzz of conversation as it slowly began to fill. His followers didn't want to make too much noise and disturb the low hanging tension in the room, but they could not help the gossip. The Dark Lord never calls for so many of his followers and their families to be in one place at the same time. It can draw too many unwanted eyes. If he needs something done he prefers a select few too hand out orders. Draco on the other hand could care less about the reason he was called here since he knew it was only a courtesy to his father's station. His mother on the other hand flitted nervously around the room conversing here and there with many of the other women who came with their husbands. He glanced down at the wand in his hands as it balanced delicately on his forefinger. Dressed in a designer suit he did his best to portray a look of haughty sophistication even as he lounged in his chair. Pansy Parkinson threw him a smirk and an over exaggerated kiss from across the room. He chastely ignored her advances by turning his face without expression towards his father. The chairs seemed to be almost encircling a blank area of floor two rows deep. Obviously the Dark lord wanted them to see something. All of them. While it perked his interests, he had to pretend for his father's sake that he knew everything already. His father had been slowly edged out he past few weeks from the enclosed circle, but he was able to maintain appearances due to his sister-in-law's close relationship with The Dark Lord.

Peter Pettigrew entered the room scurrying to the center. He had always been a little different according to Lucius, but after spending close to 15 years as a rat really messes with someone. Coming to a halt in the middle of the room a shaky hand raised to motion for silence.

"Takkkke yourrr sssseatsss."

His voice was shrill and piercing as he instructed the group. A stutter very evident to the group. Everyone quickly and quietly took their seats waiting for their Dark Lord to emerge and as always, he took no wait. In strode one of the most powerful and feared men in the world, and you could feel it in the room. Draco immediately straightened in his chair and finally looked around the room. He knew they were underground but someone had enchanted the walls to appear as though they had high arching windows looking out on London. Well London, Paris, Munich, and Cardiff. Each wall had a different view, and Draco could not be sure whether it was a true or fake view. His thoughts were quickly interrupted as the Dark Lord began to speak.

"My dear subjects! What a glorious day to have you all join me and on such short notice. We have great news to share. I was not sure on whether the news should be well spread, but I am told by my most trusted council that it is something you would all hold dear."

His voice was raspy and heavy like nails on a chalk boards. He smiled through his message leaving the congregation filled with unease from the evil glint in his eye. The Dark Lords smiles never came with anything but pain because only others misery made him truly smile.

"I have a gift for those whom oppose my exalted regime. A gift that will tear them to their core and cause them to question everything they have ever though. The gift is that of a …"

He was cut short by a scream from outside the door. Most of the followers jumped to their feet wands pointed straight at the threat upending their chairs. The doors crashed open and a cloaked follower was cast into the room strait to The Dark Lords feet. Draco was now on his own feet taking cautious steps towards the back of the room. He was not allowed to use magic yet outside of school. Traceable magic was forcibly forbidden. With eyes still on the door he could not believe what he saw. A young girl no older than him dressed in a black and red form fitted robe; strutted into view, her wand pointed at the man cowering on the floor. She was strikingly beautiful with long blonde hair, almost as white as his own, slender frame with a great amount of assets at her disposal, pouty red lips, and sky-blue eyes. Her feet did not falter as wands pointed her way following her every movement. Something seemed familiar about this girl and her smirk. Did she go to school with him, Draco thought? No, he definitely would have remembered that face. Maybe he met her abroad during his summer. Either way she looked eerily familiar as she stalked forward towards her prey. The Dark Lord made no movement away from the, his eyes darted scoldingly in her direction. Why had he not struck her down thought Draco?

"Aryanna!"

The Dark Lord spoke upon deft ears as she only held up a finger in his direction also ignoring the gasps spreading across the room.

"One moment, I have a pest to squash."

"You will obey child or I will have my own pest to squash"

She came to a huffing halt and glared menacingly at the Lord and Draco was sure she would be dead sooner rather than later, but no one could predict what came next.

"Father! Your little underling here not only denied me passage but also tried to suggest I would enjoy a good fucking on his behalf."

"Aryanna! Your language is unacceptable for a lady of your stature. Collect yourself at once!"

"Of course Father. My apologies for embarrassing you so."

The young lady bowed her head slightly but never took her eyes off the guard on the floor. Draco saw her hand move slightly and the guard began to scream once again. With one quick glare from The Dark Lord she put an end to her spell and she rolled her eyes.

"My followers. Meet my Heir and Daughter Aryanna Feylynn Valois."

He reached his hand towards his daughter and she took it graciously. Chin held high still, she kicked the man on the ground for good measure as her father led her to the chairs at the front. Before taking her seat, Aryanna removed her robes to display a scandalous amount of skin for a Lady in her stature. The dress she wore was a matte black color showing off leg, shoulder, and cleavage. Her father hissed disdainfully, but said nothing since he had other matters to attend to. She sat daintily in her chair flipping her wand in-between fingers as one by one families came to pay tribute to their Lady. Every so often the body in the center, which had yet to be moved, would twitch or moan, obviously not of its own accord. Finally the line began to thin only leaving the Malfoy's to pay their tribute.

"Ahhhh…yes Malfoy. Good to see you were able to make my heir's coming of age party. She turned 16 this summer and I couldn't be more proud."

"Same age as Draco then my Lord. And might I say, she is lovelier than anyone in this room."

Aryanna made eye contact with Draco and his stomach flipped. Those ice, blue eyes tore into his soul searching for a handhold to rip him apart, but for some reason he could not look away. Her eyes were like pools of cold water on a hot day and he never wanted to leave them. She smiled a cat's grin and looked back at his father leaving Draco to try and discreetly undress her with his eyes.

"I should hope so. I chose her mother not only for the purity of her blood, but also for the heritage. She was no ordinary pure blood, but part veela as well; half to be precise. Had to make sure I gave whatever child we had the best."

Draco could tell that the look the Dark Lord gave Aryanna was not one of love, but one of accomplishment. Not only had he conquered death but he had bedded a very beautiful woman and created the perfect killing machine. Graceful, beautiful, and most of all, seemed well aware of her deadly prowess. The way she took down that guard, there was no way she could not be the Lord's daughter.

"Now, on to business before the moon rises. Aryanna will be joining Draco at school. She has a very important mission and he is to support her. This will be your last chance Malfoy to prove to me you can be useful this time around. Do not let me down."

He said the last part with a deadly hiss and glared. Lucius knew there was no going back if his son were to fail even though he had no idea what he was to be doing. Instead, he coward and bowed deeply.

"Yes my lord."

"Good! Aryanna you will join the Malfoy's in their home for the time being. They will care for you until I have arranged for your quarters to be finished. Shop and study your opponents for they are a different breed than you have ever faced."

"Of course Father."

Aryanna gathered her robe back onto her body before stepping down the path way made through the Death Eaters and their families. Someone had managed to move the guard from the floor and you could see the irritation on Aryanna's face as she pasted the point where she had left him. The Malfoy's followed behind Aryanna dutifully until they left the sight of the hall in which Lucius took the lead away. Draco took carefully placed steps to bring him to the side of the evil princess. She looked his way momentarily, smirking yet again, before calling the attention of Narcissa.

"Madam Malfoy. Would it be too much to ask for your son to escort me to Diagon Alley before we go to your home? I wish to pick up a few things before I take my rest."

"Of course, my Lady. Whatever you could ever want we will do our best to provide. If you wouldn't mind taking my arm I will gladly transport you to Diagon Alley."

With one swift motion Aryanna had taken her place beside Madam Malfoy and was whisked through to Diagon Alley. Both women landed gracefully at the apparition zone between Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley. When Lucius and Narcissa were rejoined they took their leave for the darker of the two alleys letting the children decide their own path. Draco extended out his elbow for Aryanna and she took it daintily.

"I've never been here, before is there a lot to do?"

"Of course, there are plenty of different types of shops for all of your needs though some needs should be filled in Knockturn Alley where my parents wandered. Less prying eyes. But you did said you would like some clothes?"

"Yes, there wasn't much for me at my old home. Didn't leave often so I didn't need much in terms of different apparel."

"Well I will take you to the best shop in London for Dresses and such. Twilfitt and Tatting's is where the most prestigious pure bloods shop. Wouldn't want to rub elbows with any UN-desirables."

Aryanna made a face and let Draco lead her down the partially crowded walk way. There were children running underfoot but Aryanna did not mind. She had not been out in public in some time. Scents from many different foods wafted through the air filling it with smells of roasted nuts, chocolate sweeties, delicate pastries, and a few odd odors from the apothecaries. Draco watched as she looked with awe at the entire scene and at that moment he never would have known she was the Dark Lords daughter. She looked like a young girl fascinated with new surroundings. They reached the store about halfway down and he opened the door for her bowing slightly.

"My lady."

"Thank you Draco."

She entered dropping all previous appearances and strutted like she owned the store. The way the clerks reacted you would never have known she didn't belong. Rushing straight to her side drink tray in hand and ushered her towards a great plush chair in the back of the store.

"Good Afternoon, My lady. What can we get you, My Lady? Such a beautiful cloak, My Lady."

Draco followed silently watching her ever graceful backside. He couldn't tear his eyes away even though he was sure everyone, but she, was watching. Draco didn't care, since the worst that could happen would be to give the impression she was his new squeeze, and who wouldn't want someone to think that. He would kill to have even one moment with her pressed up against him. He knew it was the veela in her that drew him so close, but hell, when you've got the power. Aryanna took the seat shedding her cloak once again and the entire store stopped and stared. Women began with the compliments immediately and the men openly gaulked against their mates protest. Some glanced Draco's way with pure idolatry in their eyes and he couldn't help but stand a little taller.

Dress after dress was brought before Aryanna some made it into the dressing room, while others were cast aside like they were on fire. Ball gowns, sun dresses, day dresses, and evening ware scattered the floor behind Aryanna and house elves began quickly gathering and restocking all of the discarded items. Before long, Aryanna was ushered into the dressing room and that's when Draco's day turned from great to amazing, as she used him as an audience for her fashion show. Not one dress she tried on did not fit her perfectly, and every dress was more amazing than the last. Soon there were bags upon bags of dressing gowns lining the back wall making it impossible to believe there could be more. She finally ended on a blue and silver summer dress for the exit out of the store. It was a knee length halter dress with a sweetheart neck line the color of a spring sky with silver streaks running diagonally across it. Breathtaking to say the least.

"What do you think Draco? Is this appropriate for a London day on the town?"

"Anything you wear is not only appropriate but stunning Lady Aryanna."

She smirked dangerously at him before handing them a piece of paper from the hand purse she was carrying.

"This account. This address. Before tonight."

Without looking back or waiting for a response she turned on her perfectly placed heel and walked to Draco who yet again gave her his arm. He took her next, on command, to a local unmentionables shop, leaving her to browse and taking leave to a local pub. An hour had passed, and he still had not seen her come in nor walk by. Draco instantly regretted leaving her by herself. He knew he should have waited for her outside, but he didn't want her to feel rushed, and a gentleman should never accompany a lady into such a store. No matter how much he wanted to. Especially a lady who happens to be the Dark Lords daughter, and an assumed skilled killer. Draco paid quickly for his drink and scurried towards the shop he left her in. Against the voice screaming in his head he entered the shop and asked the attendant if he had seen Aryanna. The clerk informed him a woman fitting her description left a little over fifteen minutes previously.

"Bloody Hell!"

Draco cursed out loud getting a few looks that he sneered back at. Almost knocking over a lady entering the shop, he dashed out as quickly as he had come. Where could she have possibly gone in a town she doesn't even know? That's when he heard the high pitched giggle coming from the alley to his left. He came around the corner and there was Aryanna, back against the wall playing with a long strand of hair. A man stood leaning over her, one arm holding him up on the wall. Draco watched her bite her lip as she glanced lazily up to...

"Weasley!"

Both heads snapped towards the sound, and Draco felt the pierce of two sets of heated glares hit him. Luckily years of growing up as a Malfoy prepared him for such an onslaught.

"What do you want Malfoy? Can't you see I am talking to this beautiful woman. Who is way out of your league, by the way."

George said with an almost lazy drawl, though his eyes could have cut metal.

"Lady Aryanna is a Malfoy ward, and if you have any sense left you will step away from her, before you rub your blood traitor stench all over her."

"Awe, pet don't tell me this is true. You live with the Malfoy's?"

"Afraid so. If you will excuse me, I must be off. Things to see, people to do you know."

She pushed off the wall and headed straight at Malfoy who shot one last glare at George before escorting Aryanna away.

"What. The. Hell. Malfoy?!"

She hissed at him keeping the most pristine smile on her face.

"What?!"

He was taken aback by her sudden change in mood.

"Why did you interrupt that back there? I almost had him eating out of the palm of my hands."

"He and his whole family are Blood Traitors! You would sully the Dark Lords good name with him!"

"Oh don't get so high and mighty on me great Slytherin God. A shag is a shag; don't you think I could have figured that out by myself? Now everyone will know you and I are friends outside of school. How many people do you think will trust me after that? What exactly do you think my father is sending me to Hogwarts for? To make everlasting friends and learn the true meaning of love? No! To gather intel on his enemies, and I can't exactly do that with you hovering and trying to "protect" my honor."

Not a single time during that rant did she break her character of happy crowd goer with friend. She even stopped and pointed out a dress in a shop window. Draco's face turned slightly red, and she waved him off.

"I think we should head back to your manor. I am getting tired and hungry."

Draco quietly obliged, and led her to the apparition sight were his parents were waiting dutifully to escort them back to the manor.

"Did my son treat you well today My Lady?"

Lucius asked the moment they landed in the manor. Aryanna nodded politely feigning exhaustion and asking to be shown to her room. Mrs. Malfoy agreed graciously, and showed her up the stairs. Once out of ear shot Lucius rounded on his son with venom in his eyes.

"What did you do? She was perfectly happy when we left you and now she won't even make eye contact!"

"We may have had a disagreement."

"Explain now…"

His father snarled dangerously.

"Lady Aryanna needed to visit a store, that as a gentleman, I could not accompany. I stepped away for a moment to get us some refreshments and when I returned she was no longer in the store. I found her just around the corner being harassed by one of the Weasley twins and confronted him telling that traitor to keep his hands off her. Apparently though, she had lured him on purpose and she was trying to work her way into his good graces before school started. I ruined it all and I don't know how to fix it."

Lucius studied him carefully and shook his head.

"You couldn't have known, but we need to fix this quickly."

Lucius walked to the fire and stared deeply before continuing.

"We must think of any reason Aryanna would be staying with our family, but not be connected to our doings. Go to your room and clean up, dinner will be served soon. I will come up with a plan."

Draco left his father, to ponder, in front of the fire in his office. Aryanna regretfully didn't feel up to dinner and took a tray in her room. Draco's father and mother whispered in hushed tones as he sat on the other end of the table, running his spoon lightly over the bottom of his bowl of soup. He knew his father was telling his mother about what happened today, and he really didn't want to get a lecture. Excusing himself, he took to his own room and lay down on his bed. Sleep took him quickly but it was restless and he awoke to the sound of a stair creaking. Only the stairs to the kitchen did that and his parents were never up this late. Gathering his robe he draped it over his half naked body and took a stroll towards the noise.

Just as he figured, Aryanna had made her way downstairs for a late night snack. What he didn't expect is that she would be sitting on the counter wearing nothing but a shear nightie that left little to the imagination. She was eating a bowl of ice cream she had apparently found somewhere in his ice box. She knew he was there even though he was not in her line of sight.

"Good evening Draco. Sorry if I woke you."

"No I woke on my own. Is there something I can help you with My Lady?"

"Aryanna, please. My Lady is so formal and right now I am not being formal."

"I really…"

She cut him off with a glance. He saw her make-up was a little smudged, but in a good way. It made her look like she had gone for a smoldering look that tied with her slightly a mess bed hair. Draco almost fell to the floor.

"Fine, Aryanna, Is there something I can help you with?"

"Come here and talk with me."

Draco slowly made his way to Aryanna's side ,standing though he was not trying to look up the precariously high dress.

"So your mother is a very kind lady."

"Yes she is."

Putting a new spoonful of ice cream in her mouth; delight spreading across her face. Draco was entranced as he watched the silver disappear behind her lips.

"Your home is lovely. Much larger than the one I grew up in."

"Where did you grow up? If you don't mind me asking."

He said the last part quickly, afraid of relighting her anger again, and Aryanna laughed quietly. She pushed her fallen bangs behind her ear.

"Scared you in Diagon Alley, did I? Across the Pond, in Canada."

Draco's face lit up with interest.

"You grew up in the Americas? Where did you go to school?"

"I didn't. I was home taught. A small coven of witches."

"That is new. Never heard of a home taught witch before."

"That's because there are few out there. In fact we flew under the radar until Father came back. Now he wants me to be in school. So Hogwarts it is."

Aryanna twirled her, licked clean, spoon in the air absently.

"You don't sound too excited."

"Well I've never had to be around mud bloods and blood traitors before and Father wants me to join the House Gryffindor."

Draco hissed and Aryanna laughed again her laughter ringing, like a bell.

"I figured you would give that response. What's a better way to learn secrets than to insert myself into the belly of the beast?"

"Still I didn't think he would be that cruel. I figured Ravenclaw."

"I'm not quiet enough for Ravenclaw apparently. If I'm cautious my sinful nature can come out as courage."

Draco just shrugged and caught himself staring into her deep blue eyes.

"Do you want a bite?"

His face turned red before he saw she was holding out her spoon for him to eat off of. He just nodded hoping to play off the misjudgment as deep thinking.

"You're going to have to come closer or I will spill this all down my new night gown."

To his surprise she parted her legs slightly beckoning him to come forward. Slowly he stepped between them letting his hand graze slightly on the cool smooth part of her calf. Lips parted he leaned in for a bite. Cold liquid went running down his throat and a lump of frozen chocolate sat upon his tongue. She reached forward tightening her thigh grip a bit and cleaned around his mouth with her finger before sticking it in her mouth.

"How was it?"

Draco stood there slack jawed barely able to get a nod out.

"I love some ice cream before bed. Always hits the spot. Speaking of bed I should probably head to mine."

Using Draco as support she climbed down from the counter letting her body rub heavily against his.

"Good night Draco."

She waved over her shoulder seductively. He watched as she sauntered her way up the stairs his blood boiling waiting for relief. It came the moment he went to his room not letting that memory leave his brain for a second. What happened down there was the hottest thing he had ever experienced and he barely even got to touch her. Thinking of what would have come next if she hadn't been the daughter of the most dangerous man in the world Draco fell into a blissful sleep; one filled with lustful dreams of a certain blonde.

A week went by and Draco never got one moment alone with Aryanna to his great disappointment. Either he was preoccupied by father's demands or she was busy with her own. They had fleeting moments in the hallways passing one another, but nothing more than stolen glances and hellos. Draco finally got his moment the night before they were supposed to leave for school. His father and Mother had gone out for the night and wouldn't be back until late, and Aryanna seemed to not have anything planned outside of the house. He looked for her all over the Manor until finding her in the one place he never would have looked. His own balcony. Draco had given up and gone back to his room, set on waiting until later and trying to catch her in the kitchen once more. There she stood in a robe of deep green on his balcony looking over the gardens.

He opened the door slipping out next to her.

"Everything alright Aryanna?"

"Yes of course. Just been a long week."

"You seem to have been very busy. Ready for school?"

He looked at her hair glowing in the moon light and wanted so desperately to touch her. She had a different nightgown on tonight. This one black with lace all along her bosom. While very dark against her skin it complimented her just like any other color would have.

"Partially. I told father about how one of the Weasley's saw me with you in Diagon Alley. He has had Aunt Bella spreading the rumor that your fathers connections with the ministry gave him fist hand knowledge of a witch living in the America's that needed lodging on this side of the pond. He was approached by my own aunt whom worked for the Americas' ministry and asked to house me for the week. Their ministry is famously distant from ours with the war, so they wouldn't know about your connections. Once I get to school I will make a big fuss about how I hate anyone who would treat someone so…blah blah blah. Should get me back in."

She looked at him with that cat's grin again and he couldn't help but grin back until he realized the consequences and frowned.

"So does this mean we can't be friends at school?"

"Not after a bit. We will be fine for the first month or so depending on how quickly they approach me."

"Well that is saddening. I will greatly miss our talks."

"We have not talked that much Mr. Malfoy."

She turned to him revealing how short the dress actually was. It came to about mid length on her thighs. The only thing keeping her partially acceptable was the robe but even that was translucent. Standing this close to her half-dressed he noticed how small she actually was. Coming just to his shoulders, she had to look up at him to make eye contact. She had large breasts for her size, though Draco had seen larger, they were perfect on her frame. The only thing keeping him from seeing directly down her dress was the fact she had a bra on that closed the gap.

"Draco?"

He glanced lazily to her eyes trying his hardest to keep his hands to himself.

"Yes Aryanna?"

"Are you going to kiss me or just stand there?"

She bit her lip and smiled seductively at him, hands on the rail to her left and right, legs parted gracefully just waiting for him to step forward between them. He jolted feeling immediately the stretch in his slacks. Draco took no time in waiting and gathered her face in his hands pressing their lips together firmly. Their hot breaths mingled together as tongues danced and fingers grasped in hair. Draco let his hands wander down her body to the mounds on her chest grazing them softly. She mewed in his mouth and rocked her lower body towards his, sending sparks up his spine. Grabbing her roughly she wrapped her legs around his waist as he hoisted her through the balcony door to his bedroom. She fell gently on the bed and with Draco between her legs, she began sensually running her hands up and down her body moaning slightly. He watched in awe feeling the pain in his pants jolt once again as he was reminded of how important it was to have those be his own hands. Draco slipped her nightgown up her revealing creamy white skin.

Grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head Draco began kissing his way down from her neck towards her stomach. Every few kisses he left a gentle nip or suck making Aryanna gasp in pleasure at the feeling. When he reached her breasts he couldn't leave her hard nipples without attention and took one in his hot mouth. She cried out in ecstasy the moment his tongue hit its mark. While he transitioned from one breast to the next his hand snaked from the hold above her head to her sensitive sex. She moaned his name loudly when his fingers grazed her lump. Feeling her heat against his palm, he took one finger and slowly slid it into her moist opening.

"More"

She begged bucking into his hand. He slid two more into her and began pumping fervently. Aryanna let out a series of groans and clipped moans as she rode his hand into an orgasm. Draco felt her walls tighten around his fingers and he knew he needed to be inside her immediately. He removed his hand and sat up fighting with the belt he now hated with a passion. Aryanna watched him with pure lust in her eyes, but their time was cut short.

"Master Malfoy you have a visitor."

A house elf popped into the center of Draco's bed and he cursed in frustration. He snapped at the house elf.

"Later! I'm busy!"

"Lady Valois it is your *gulp* father"

Draco shot off Aryanna as if she had lit herself on fire, though she stayed on the bed laughing as if this was just a happy coincidence.

"Calm down Draco. He isn't going to notice a thing. Now I will go back to my room and change and meet you down there in a second."

She pulled him to her on the edge of the bed placing a longing kiss on his lips and a hand on his groin.

"Later"

She whispered as he whimpered into her hand. As Aryanna stood the nightgown slipped back into place over her body. Skipping to her room she threw on a more concealing robe, to follow Draco down the stairs and to Lucius' office.

"Father, So good of you to visit. I thought I wouldn't see you again until winter break!"

"Of course not daughter. I have come to take you away to your lodgings."

This took Aryanna by surprise and she wrinkled her nose in distain.

"Tonight? We go to school tomorrow."

"Exactly why you should see your new home before you leave it for months. Come. This is not up for discussion. Your things will be delivered there before morning."

He extended out an arm obviously meaning to take her now. She took it, glancing one more time at Draco.

"Thank you for hosting me Mr. Malfoy. Please give my regards to your parents."

With that she was whisked away to a dark street somewhere in London. They seemed to have landed in muggle central including a large park behind them.

"Father why are we here?"

"Severus has set you up with lodgings. He said this was the safest place you could be. This apartment is all yours and I have had Narcissa hire decorators to make it more to your status."

He took her to a door and handed her a key. It seemed to be the center in a long line of homes.

"There have been wards cast all over and no one will be able to enter without your express consent. This is where I leave you. Good luck at school child."

With a crack he left her standing alone on a stoop. Putting the key in the lock, it turned easily and opened to reveal a well-lit hallway. There were pictures all over with scenery of forests and country landscapes. To her left was a drawing room and to her right was a door that when she opened reviled an office with books lining the wall. She heard tiny footsteps and turned to find a house elf staring wide eyed at her.

"Lady Valois"

It squeaked at her frightened, but she ignored it walking past to the staircase at the end of the hall.

"What is upstairs?"

"Bedrooms and Lavatories, miss."

"Very well. I wish to be left alone for the night. See to it that my things arrive and are packed for school. Toast and bacon for breakfast."

"Yes My Lady."

The house elf scurried away leaving her yet again alone. One step at a time Aryanna made it up the stairs to find 3 bedrooms and one bath. She looked at each room quickly until she found the one that was obviously hers. It was a grand room with a secondary bath attached for easy access. The bed was a sky blue with white lace and large enough to fit 3 people. She found her owl had already arrived and was in a cage by her window.

"Lucinda!"

She smiled widely as the owl hooted. It was a very large jet black owl. Her Governess had given it too her when she was old enough to find out about her father. She said she needed to keep in touch with her friends across the pond and this was the smallest owl that could make that trip. Opening the cage Lucinda took flight to stretch her wings.

"I'm sorry you had too fly so far, I could not very well apparate with you."

The owl just continued to hoot and fly around the room until she settled on the window sill. Aryanna opened the window and watched her closest friend fly into the sky. She lost her quickly due to the fact there was not a large moon out tonight. With the combination of breeze and exhaustion Aryanna took to bed and fell asleep quickly. Dreams of what was to come filled her head and made her smile. In the morning the house elf woke her up with a cup of tea and a hot bath. Dressing in her favorite sun dress from the shopping day, she made her way down to the car that was waiting. One swift whistle and Lucinda flew down from the trees. She was ready to start her mission.