Mysterious New World...

It has begun," a hidious voice from the comforts of a confound dark corner said, "everything I have worked so hard for has finally found it's place in this war between man and hell." He then turned his sights on a young and innocent 17 year old girl sleeping peacefully in her own bed, unaware, that she was being watched in a portal by an evil mass murder.

"My dear and loyal followers, now is the time to begin my legiousy, there is something that needs to be shared with all of you, and it has to do with this beautiful young woman in this portal."

One of his newest followers looked up and asked, "Who is that my lord?" The monsterous creature looked over at the 18 year old blonde male and said, "You know her well my son which is why I must put you in charge of this. You know Aroara very well indeed Draco. You would have made your own father very proud by following this way of life my son. As you know I do consider you like a son to me. Hell, if it weren't for you, Dumbledore would still be a threat to me. So I have made you the very head of this plan. You will watch over my dear sweet Aroara. After all, she is my only daughter."

Everyone in the room fell into a deep silenced shock.. Draco, indeed knew who this peaceful beautiful creature was. His memory took him back into his early years as a child growing up in the Malfoy Manor. He remembered her as if he had only seen her yesterday. She always smelled like the sweetness of jasmine, she must have gotten that from her mother. Which come to think of it, he had never met. Her soft dirty blonde hair was always curly and bouncy and full of life just like she was. Her amazing blue eyes which always turned silver when Draco made her laugh. Then one day, she just stopped coming over to play with him. He could never understand why of course. It was never really explained to him. All his mother and father said to him was that, she simply moved away, and in due time they would meet again. Little did anyone know how many nights little Draco cried himself to sleep thinking of his lost friend. The only person to ever see the real and true him. Years later, he turned bitter and cold. He soon became angry and pissed off at the world and Aroara, for they both turned their backs on him. Now seeing only her sleeping body in the bed, her face completely black by the shadows over her. Now seeing her like this he couldn't help but wonder why he was never told about Aroara being Lord Voldermort's daughter, or why he never heard from her for over 10 years.

"I know you have many questions about her and her past Draco, which I promise to answer all in due time, but for now, take my hand and follow me in the portal. For your about to see the only true friend you haven't seen in over 10 years once again. Come on now, let's not keep my beautiful baby girl waiting son." With that he extended his boney hand to him, and he took it.

It felt like being in a whirlpool of liquid ice. The motion was always neverending, what felt like an eturnty was actually about 10 seconds. Both men fell to the floor of what looked to be a basement. "I thought the portal was going to take us to Aroara's room?" Draco asked with confusion in his voice.

"My dear child, we are simply in the basement of her uncle's home that's all. Infact, I know the bastard has been expecting me to come which is why you can view her room on the portal but not go there when we just jumped. He put a protection spell on her room, and most likely her too against me. Which is why one must always come prepared." With that Lord Voldermort took out his wand and muttered a single word as pink, red, and yellow flairs fired out of his wand.

"Now, that will do it. Come along young Malfoy there is lots to do in such a short time. If my plans are to work I need to get my daughter as soon as possible." They quickly apperated to Aroara's room with no trouble at all. What ever spell the lord just used to get to his daughter must have worked. Then again, what really stops the bond between father and child?

There she lay. Sleeping like a baby. Her bedroom was very private, a canopy was drapped over her bed, but you could still make out her sleeping figure. She had her Firebolt broom in the far left corner of her room not too far away from her bed, her wand laid soundlessly on the night stand next to her bed. Her closet door was open as her beautiful clothes and her school robes were neatly hanging in the doorway. Draco went over to her closet and he read the school crest, on her robes, American Institute of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"So she knows she's a witch." Draco said in a sort of dumbfounded way. He looked around her room some more and saw a work station in the far right corner. A nice desk, with a new Dell Inspiron B130 laptop, and a color photo printer on the right side of it. From what he saw, she was neatly organized and smart. She not only adapted to her witch part of her life, but adapted to muggle living as well.

Lord Voldermort was watching Draco move around his daughter's room with questions filling his mind. But Lord Voldermort was wondering about other plans. He had already set the wheels in motion for not only his daughter's future, but Draco's as well. He saw Draco watching his daughter intently, and decided to ask,

"So you missed her didn't you young boy? Well, I know she has missed you too. I have watched her for such a long time. She takes after her father's looks, attitude, and cunningness. She has her mother's brains and oh yeah, smell, jasmines. You would be surprised at how many times I caught my daughter daydreaming about you. I swear after all that time the bond you both shared hasn't been destroyed. I also know that she wasn't the only one daydreaming my son I know you've dreamt about her too many times to count. And some of these dreams," He chuckled, "I know weren't all that innocent. I know you were imagining how beautiful she would be now, how it would be if she never left. Hell, you would most likely be running off and marrying her right now instead of being with that wretched Pansy Parkinson. But I promise you Draco that will all change back to how it should have been when we take her back with us. There's no other person I'd allow her with besides you. So let's begin"

With that he walked over to her, bent down over her sleeping body and started to say, "Wake up my child." But Aroara was too quick for him, she summonded her wand to herself and put in directly in her father's face.

"Well, well, well, look what the rats drug in? My long lost father. I knew you were coming you know. You should try being a little less obvious about stuff like that." She sneered at him. He simply laughed.

"My gifted little girl. I should have known, I had a feeling you would greet me."

"Yeah, tell me something I don't know." She scoffed at him.

He simply moved his head in Draco's direction, and she followed his lead. She could make out a figure in the dark corner but the face was too dark.

"Guess who girl?" Her father said with a smile playing across his lips. Her face was unphased expect for her eyes. She knew. After over 10 years, here they were again face to face. He slowly came out of the dark corner, and Aroara was in shock. He stood over 6 feet tall, short spiked blonde hair, very handsome indeed, his silver eyes. Everything just like she thought it would be.

"Draco Malfoy? Son of a bitch, I can't believe it." She got up and came out of the darkness of her bed. When she finally reached the lights that came in off the streets below, he was in shock as well. Her dirty blonde hair had become this bleach blonde vision of beauty. It was straight, but you could tell she had previously curled it, her blue eyes were starting to turn silver again as a smile crept on her face. Just like their younger days. She was more grown up though, she was skinny but musculer, she had a nice soft tummy but you could tell she possesed rock hard abs underneath it all. Her breast were about the size of a 38 C cup. Draco was liking everything he was seeing. She was stunning just like he believed she would be.

"Now if you two are done gawking at each other, I have business to take care of. Aroara, it's time you come back to England with me."

Aroara, not happy with that said, "Like hell I will. You left without a word father, and now you expect me to come back with you? Yeah, right. Don't act like I don't know about who you are now. I know all about... Harry Potter." She scoffed again.

"So you do keep up with the times, I'm surprised, I would have expected less like keeping up with the latest fashion trends and all those how-to articles." He smiled.

"Well my girl, don't act like your going to pass this up because you know you'll go back for him," as he pointed at Draco.

She became deadly silent. She knew he was right.

"So where are we going?" she asked.

"Back to the Malfoy Manor. Oddly enough your favorite childhood place. You'll being sharing a room across the hall from Draco." With the flick of a wand he packed her bags with all her clothes and belongings, including her laptop. He even left a threatening letter to her uncle telling him he collected his daughter again, and not to even try to owl her because if he did, he would kill his family and him.

"Well get dressed, we have to go."

She placed a privacy barrier around herself and got dressed. Afterwards she let down the barrier, and collected her bags.

"Well, let's go already." she said annoyingly. With that she took Draco's hand in her's and they apperated to the Malfoy Manor without her father. A few short minutes later he arrived.

"Let the games begin." and with that Lord Voldermort left them alone in Draco's room.

"Well, let me show you to your new room." Draco said as he lead her across the hall.

It was the same room she feared as a child.

"I know what room this is Aroara so if you want, I'll switch with you..."

"Never mind, I'll just make due with it. But could you do me a favor?"

"Alright, what?"

"Stay with me, just until I fall a sleep?"

He looked at her with shock, but it turned into a handsome smile they both knew she loved.

"Alright fair enough."

With that, he sat in the rocking chair beside her bed as she climbed in and fell into a deep whirlpool of dreams. He soon fell asleep in the chair without even realizing it. And they both slept peacefully. Better than they had in years, because when they both wake up in the morning, everything will turn into a mystery. Even to them, nothing will be the same anymore.