Myvya is pronounced- Mahviya.

This conversation is set sixteen years ago, between Voldemort, who has just killed his spouse, and Lucius and Narcissa.

"Any child will kill your reign, be rid of it, but do not kill, that will break your spouses Will, and make the child stronger."

"And I should take your child, because? You should not have killed Myvaya."

"Dark Lord, Sir. We have new-born Draco, but, Lucius, we should take her."

"Yes, Narcissa, you should. Name her whatever. Good day."

"Draco! Give me my wand!" Arienna scowled.

"No" Draco muttered, shaking his hair.

"Show-off, just because there's a bunch of-"

"Hush, please, Arienna."

"Lovers tiff?" Ron chuckled, Harry joining in.

"Oh ha-ha. Hey, Potter, heard you aren't a Prefect? Aww, and the Weasel is? How hillarious" Malfoy drawled, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle and Arienna giggling.

"Ignore it" Hermione groaned, frowning symaphetically at Ginny, for having such a twerp for a brother.

They sat down at the table opposite the Slytherins.

"So, what are these?" Ron asked, reading through a piece of paper, which just fell in front of him.

Dear Ronald Weasley,

We have put you in groups, you and some students from Slytherin. You will do every class as a group, and work in the Library for homework.

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Draco Malfoy

Arienna Riddle

Yours,

Minerva McGongall & Serverus Snape

"What! For Merlin's sake! Malfoy and Riddle? She's evil, she's Voldemort's daughter..." Harry exploded, throwing the letter on the floor.

Mutters filled the compartment, with joy and anger.

"Hey, look at Malfoy and Parkinson. That's a bit...I don't know, over-the-top for a train" Ginny blushed, giggling at the sight.

They were lying on the seat, kissing. Crabbe motioned at Arienna, but she kicked him and stormed off.

"Can I sit with you?" she asked the Gryffindor's politely.

"N-" Harry and Ron began.

"Sure" Hermione smiled, moving up.

"They're annoying sometimes, aren't they?" Arienna sighed, glaring at her fellow Slytherin's.

"Cake?" Ron and Harry suggested.

Arienna giggled. "Ha ha, that's going to turn me blue, Fred and George's Blue Buster Cake, isn't it."

Hermione laughed crazily. "Th-the plan, it-it failed- did-didn't it, boys?"

The train pulled up, and Arienna looked down at her Muggle clothes.

"Changeous." She changed into her robes, then sauntered off with Hermione.

The bond between Hermione and Arienna grew, as they did homework together. By Christmas, they were like sisters.

There was a Christmas Ball for fifth and sixth years.

"D'you think Ron'll go with me?" Hermione asked, twiddling her hair.

"Yeah. I kind...kind of hoped that Draco'd go with me, but...yeah, he's got Pansy, I suppose" Arienna sighed.

Dear Diary,

I think...I like Draco.

But he's kind of my brother? I don't know.

Let me think.

Love Ari x.

Hi,

So... Arienna? She's kinda pretty. Her hair is so shiney...And it's a pretty dark, brown. And her pale skin glistens...

No idea.

Ron.

Dearest Diary,

I hope Harry likes me! I hope that we're not going to the Ball just as friends! I hope- Oh, this is stupid.

Ginny, pull yourself together! I will! Good!
Lots and lots of love,

Ginnyx

Hiya,

Does Ginny like me? No idea. Might make a move at the Ball.

Bye, Harry.

Dear Diary,

I think I like Ron! But it won't get inbetween my studies! Oh no!

Hermione :)

So...hi.

I...think I like that Mudblood, Granger. No, Draco, think! She's a mudblood. Oh Merlin, a Gryffindor too!
Got to go, Pansy's whinging.

Bye.

-DracoMalfoy-

"And now! The slow dance!"

Hermione ran out the room.