Hello there! So, I originally had up a VD story but I didn't see it going any where, and it was kinda sorta poorly written. This however, has been edited like three times and gotten feedback from people before being published. If there is anything that needs to be fixed, grammar, plot, characterization, anything at all lemme know! You know the guidelines to my reviews however, if you don't know then look at my profile, that would be greatly appreciated!

I own Nothing. The plot and story itself belongs to J.K Rowling, who I love and adore so much. I wish I was genius enough to come up with Harry Potter! The only thing I do own is my characters that I create such as Adira and Clara and others along the way! So please enjoy!

Chapter 1:

Voices filtered through the hallway, echoing against the burgundy walls in currents of sound. Laughter, idle chatter, the ring of narrow glasses filled with bubbly champagne against another wound its way up from the grand foyer past the maple staircase and through a pristine white door. These voices swept themselves underneath the doorway, slithering through the iron hinges like hissing snakes. They trespassed into a room unwanted.

A young woman stood in front of a full length mirror framed in black as dark as the night sky. Her small nose twitched in annoyance, her dark smoldering eyes staring at her reflection in dissatisfaction. She detested these 'small get-togethers', as her mother put it, often times she would improvise an excuse to get out of attending these extravagant parties, but her mother was one step ahead of her.

Instead of telling her daughter the day of the party, she requested Adira's appearance a week in advance. Although threatening to confiscate her daughter's yellow speckled barn owl so she couldn't communicate with her friends might have done the trick

Adira sighed in displeasure once more, staring at the silk black dress decorated with coral colored roses. The dress ended at the top of her knees in a bubble like poof, black lace fringe bordered around it underneath, just brushing against her olive skin. She couldn't deny the simple beauty of the dress that she wore, however under the circumstance, she felt uncomfortable and irritated.

"Adira darling!" her mother's voice called to her from the bottom of the staircase, etched with hidden frustration.

With another sigh, Adira squeezed her small feet into a pair of suede peep toe heels, immediately dreading the dull ache she would begin to feel in less than fifteen minutes. She gazed at herself once more in the mirror, checking her dark curly hair was still in place after nervously running her fingers through it, and strode out of her sanctuary with doubtful thoughts filling her head.

The grand foyer crowded with upscale guest came into view, their white flashy teeth shining brightly from the light of the crystal chandelier hanging above everyone's heads like a beacon to their wealth. Satin floor length dresses brushed against the polished marble floor and soft music played from the enchanted orchestra in the large luxurious house.

Adira walked into the room with her head held high, plastering a small sweet smile on her face. She greeted her guests with the utmost decorum, shaking hands when need, kissing cheeks if required. She carried herself with grace and elegance, flashing a charming smile to those around her.

Although Adira despised being a socialite and all the responsibilities that pertained to her family's pureblood image, she knew very well how to put on a good front. Adira was always one to play with her emotions to help her in any circumstance, she was easily adaptable and could fit in almost anywhere, a trait she was thankful to have in situations like dinner parties.

"There she is. Adira dear, I'd like to introduce you to an old friend of mine."

Her mother gave her an encouraging smile, knowing very well that Adira did not want anything to do with the party. Adira's small smile turned into a grin as she shook the tall blonde woman's hand gently. She was stunning as usual with her smooth pale skin and white blonde hair; her elegant black silk gown flattered her figure her posture oozing with confidence. "It's wonderful to see you again Adira. My you have grown into a beautiful young woman!"

"Thank you very much Mrs. Malfoy" Adira smiled sweetly, "You are looking quite stunning in that gown, and it's beautiful."

Narcissa Malfoy grinned brightly at the compliment, pleased with how well her dear friend Lillian had raised Adira without a husband. She was almost jealous of their life, not being a part of a dark cause anymore. She wished hers wasn't tainted with something so evil like it was now; it was getting rather hard for her to hide her weariness and fear; she found the only way to stay sane was by confiding in Lillian as often as she could.

"I'm sure you know my son Adira" Narcissa motioned for her son who was well occupied by a floating silver tray of champagne glasses. Obediently he weaved his way through the crowd of people taking long strides to get to his mother, a haughty expression upon his strong face. Adira watched him move with agility, no doubt from playing seeker in quiditchduring school. She observed the way he had changed; he became rather handsome with his porcelain skin and beautiful blue grey eyes. He had gained a good amount of muscle during their fourth year and he had grown out his hair a bit, parting it to the side instead of down the middle which suited him.

"Nice to you see you again." His voice was sharp and clear as he smirked down at her his eyes lingering on her frame before taking her small hand in his and placing a chaste kiss upon it.

"Nice to see you as well" she finally stuttered out, clearing her throat to shake off the embarrassment she was feeling. He had never paid attention to her, they were acquaintances in school, belonging in the same house but associating with different people. She felt flustered for letting herself blush, her cheeks felt hot and her heart nearly skipped a beat. A handsome young man was paying attention to her, a young man who had so much power over their school-house.

"Adira!" She flashed Draco a smile, excusing herself from Narcissa and her mother and spun around with such speed her long dark hair whipped around her shoulders nearly hitting a standing visitor.

With fluid hands she snatched a tall bubbly glass of champagne from a tray sipping it as she made her way towards the person she was ever so glad to see.

"Clara oh my god, you just saved me from the most awkward moment of my life!" she cried embracing her tall boney friend with one hand, attempting not to spill the champagne all over Clara's pastel blue chiffon dress.

She downed the glass before setting it on a passing tray, pulling her dear friend by the hands out into the magnificent garden. They walked in silence, weaving through the stoned path ways of various delicious smelling flowers and tall manicured shrubbery. The sky was a deep shade of blue, stars twinkling brightly like little diamonds in the sky, a light breeze picking up the ends of their dresses ever so slightly. It was the first breeze of the summer if felt like, for England had been unusually warm this year. Crickets chirped in the warm night air as the two young women stepped into a small secluded area beneath two oak trees, a swinging bench built between them. Adira remembered when she and Clara had created it together, getting the idea from a muggle magazine Adira had brought home one day.

Clara was never the risk taker, she cared too about her reputation in pureblood society, refusing to associate herself with muggles and muggle-borns; she had no idea that Adira had created the bench from an idea based on muggle design. She was rebellious and one of the boys though she looked like a princess; elegant, lithe. She took ballet for eight years before deciding she would rather spend it learning how to fly a broom. Adira and Clara were almost polar opposites when it came to looks. Clara was pale-faced and very thin; she died her hair too often to really remember what her natural roots looked like. Currently it was a lovely shade of caramel mocha, at least that's what the box said it was. Adira rather liked her friend's spontaneous decision to dye her hair bright orange the year before, it really made her blue eyes shine.

The two girls took a seat on the swinging bench, careful not to crush the lovely bright purple flowers that grew on the vines wrapping around the handles. They crossed their legs at the same time causing them to burst out in a fit of giggles.

"You have no idea how horrible that was for me!" Adira began, "It was so painfully boring I thought I would die if you didn't show!"

"Well, of course I'd show, you did owl me ranting about how you are being 'forced against your will and that you would die of boredom or go crazy and end up like Trelawny!" She recited in a dramatic voice, Adira laughing at the imitation.

"I do not sound like that, my voice is not deep!" Clara rolled her eyes nudging her friend in the side. "And I would never end up as crazy as that old bat, she's beyond insane!" She chuckled.

"So what were you saying about an awkward moment?"

"Mum was basically introducing me to Narcissa Malfoy who apparently have been friends since they were little kids,"

"Sounds like us!" she exclaimed smiling audaciously.

"Yeah, except, we are probably cooler, I mean come on; she's a stuffy snooty woman who believes in everything the old-fashioned way."

"Whatever, at least she's nice."

Adira agreed with Clara, Narcissa was a kind woman, to those of the same blood status at least, "Anyway, then she calls Draco over-"

"He is so fit."

"Yes, I know-"

"Go for it."

"Clara, you didn't even let me finish!"

"I don't care; he is an attractive Slytherin, and didn't you say you needed some boy attention this year?" Adira nodded her head.

"Then go for it!"

"Yeah, right, like he would be interested in me and! And before you interrupt me again, I basically ruined my chances by acting like a dumbstruck school girl."

"But you are a school girl."

"Shut up! It was mortifying; he kissed my hand and I blushed like an idiot, like I'd never been with a boy before. It probably fed his ego massively."

"Well, you haven't been with a boy before." Stated Clara matter-of-factly, her brows raised up in an insinuating manner.

"That doesn't mean I can't pretend! I've seen plenty of those muggle movies. Guy likes girl, girl plays hard to get and acts all confident and what not when really she's just as afraid as he is. Except I don't think in this situation Malfoy would be afraid."

"He is arrogant isn't he?"

"Clara, I am such a fail for a girl!" Adira whined leaning her head on Clara's shoulder with a pout.

"Adira, whatever, who cares, he's just a guy and I highly doubt you won't see him ever again so don't make that excuse we are all in the same house. The next time you see him, refrain from being such an embarrassment-"

"Hey!"

"And talk to him like a normal person."

Adira tried to hold in her grin, "I don't know why I'm friends with you when you insult me like this."

"It's because you love me and I am far too entertaining to let go."

"Truth."

The two lovely young women chatted all through the night until the guest finally started leaving one by one either apparatingor using the Floo fireplace in the foyer. Adira felt relieved when she entered the house and saw no one was there.

No voices, laughter or mingling chatter, it was quiet and calm, just the way she liked it. Clara called out a hello to Adira's mother before being dragged up the stairs into Adira's room, both getting ready for bed. Adira's home was Clara's home and vice versa, they both had been close since they were children. Their parents were old school friends who promised each other their kids would be friends too.

As soon as the door shut Adira kicked off her heels with great haste, rubbing them gently to get rid of the pain. Clara clicked her tongue, shaking her head with a smile on her face. "Baby."

"Excuse me! You know I can't stand wearing these things, they bloody hurt!" Adira cried, falling against her plush duvet, sinking into the mattress. She felt Clara jump up, before settling down, both of them staring up at the white ceiling deep in thought. This year would change everything, no one really knew what to believe and both of them were dying to ask each other what they thought.

Finally Adira gathered enough courage to bring up a topic they had thought about since the year ended. "Do you believe Potter? That You-Know-Who is back?"

It was quiet, Clara didn't know whether she should give her honest opinion and tell the truth, or lie so not to cause any discomfort or disagreement. She didn't know where her best friend stood on the topic; the entire wizarding population was split with their beliefs.

"Do you?" she asked, praying that Adira would say yes.

Adira sighed, dragging in a deep breath before muttering 'yes'. Clara felt relieved as she nodded her head looking at her good friend with a sober smile.

"I think he's back. My mum has been freaking out for the entire summer; dad's been away on 'business trips' but we all really know what he's doing."

"My dad would probably be too if he wasn't already in Azkaban." Adira fiddled with the hem of her dress, her manicured nails gripping at the lace bottom. She didn't know what to expect anymore. She knew something awful was going to happen this year, whether or not the student population believed that he was back. She felt relieved that her father wasn't here, that he had to serve his time in prison instead of home and supporting the Dark Lord. Her mother was strong, but not strong enough to defend herself from him, if he ever came back, both Adira and Lillian would have to convert back to their old ways of pureblood society; husband knows best.

"I'm sure that won't happen Adira, the Ministry won't allow it! And we have dementors surrounding the entire perimeter, who could escape?" The thought settled Adira's churning stomach; she didn't know what to do if her father came back. He was almost as cruel and vile as Bellatrix Lestrange and she was just dreadful. Daniel Reed wasn't the kindest person, or the most forgiving. If he knew that his wife sold him out to the ministry, he would be furious. All hell would break loose.

Throughout the rest of the night the two girls stayed up, chatting and gossiping with each other about what the new school year would be like, what classes they would be taking and who they thought would become more attractive over the summer. Both Adira and Clara had grown out of their child like phase, looking more like young women than little girls. Adira had thinned out considerably; she worked hard to shed her baby fat and was active during the summer achieving her goal. Clara had toned up and her height finally became proportional to her bony frame, instead of the lanky girl she was now tall lean and rather pleasant to look at. And although Adira refused to believe it, she became lovely as well. She had an exotic beauty, while Clara had the cute elegant girl next door look. They were the pair and together in school, they wreaked havoc.

Eventually the excited chattering girls grew weary and both ready for bed. They sluggishly collapsed on Adira's massive bed, which could fit four people easily. After bidding each other goodnight the two girls fell asleep, dreaming about their future and their wishes in life, hoping that the last week of summer would be one to remember.