A/N: Hey guys~ This is my first Harry Potter fanfic so I really hope you like this. I will be posting this until I finish it, whether you like it or not..^.^ Hopefully you will like, you know. *wink, wink* I would really appreciate it if you'd tell me what you thought about this chapter, perhaps tell me what you liked or didn't like. If everything goes alright, I will post the second chapter next Saturday~

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The Gift you gave me

1.

In the stillness of the night, screams and pained cries could be heard echoing through the empty hallways of the seemingly abandoned house. The ear splitting screams that followed the unmistakably white flash of the Cruciatus curse was enough to bring a nearly satisfied smile on the snake-like face of Lord Voldemort himself. The pale man stopped the curse then walked gracefully towards the shaking figure that lay on the floor. Kneeling down besides the shriveled figure, his hand softly caressed the face of the woman he 'loved'.

"Is that enough," Voldemort inquired in a soft hiss. "For you to give yourself to me?"

Weak as the woman was she didn't answer, thing that made the Dark Lord smile kindly down at her. "I promise you, my love, that it will be a night that you will always remember."

And as Voldemort leaned down to kiss her body in a reverent manner, silent tears fell down the brown eyes in unadulterated fear and disgust. He was right; it was a night that she could never forget…

-O-

"I have gathered you all here, to give you brilliant news. Firstly, in a matter of weeks we will get our friends out of Azkaban." Voldemort said, making his followers whisper in agreement among each other. "Yes, I know; quite wonderful. Secondly, as you've all known, I've been trying to…bond myself with a woman, thing that I managed to do."

The Death Eaters looked at each other in awe and wondered who and how their lord had managed to do it. They, nevertheless, did not voice their inquiries for they knew that death awaited those who did. Every single male and female in the room knew what that meant, but they anxiously waited for the confirmation. The red eyed man took a deep, satisfied breath, and looked at the woman besides him before saying with pride:

"Yes, now not only will I rule the world but my future heir will continue my legacy once I cease to exist!"

Cheers broke out in the room and the Dark Lord smiled at his followers. A pale hand grasped the arms of the woman that was standing beside him and pushed her against him. He kissed her fiercely, thrusting his snake-like tongue into her startled mouth as his hands explored her lithe body frantically, hungrily. The cheering got louder as the man continued to ravish the woman's mouth for a few minutes. When the Dark Lord ceased his ministrations, he gifted her with a gaze full of lust that promised horrid things for the woman; thing that made something deep within her snap. The girl pushed Voldemort away from her, took her wand out then yelled in a clear, frantic voice full of fear:

"Sectumsempra!"

Voldemort gasped as the curse hit him straight on the chest, giving him a long, deep gash that will surely leave a scar. About half a dozen of Death Eaters rushed to the aid of their lord while five of them surrounded the girl. She casted a shielding charm around her just as the fist spells came flying her way. Letting her fighting instincts take over, she fought with the Death Eaters single handedly, dark spells and curses rolling down her tongue as if she knew them by heart ever since she was born. Her brown eyes watched in satisfaction as large amounts of blood flowed from their pores or as their heads flew off their bodies with one single movement of her wand. Only one man was left in front of her, before another one would come to his aid that is, so with determined precision and great aim, she shouted the words that would lead her to the oh so craved freedom.

"Avada Kedavra!"

As the blinding green light of the curse subsided the girl spared a minute to stare triumphantly back at Voldemort, then disappeared in the flurry mess of black robes as she apparated away.

She landed with a quiet thud, her body still flowing with adrenaline. Her bruised and hurting hands fisted the wet soil she was kneeling on with a blissful smile. Tears streamed down her face as she breathed the cool, fresh air that the clearing provided. Her brown eyes looked up at the starry sky and wondered how long had it been since she had last seen the stars so clearly. The sudden pop of apparation made her snap out of her reverie, nervousness seeping into her veins replacing the calm feeling she felt a few minutes ago in an instant. 'Could it be them following me?' The mere thought was enough to make her panic and before she could start to move, a strong hand was placed on her shoulder; spinning her around. A man with a fake eye stared at her intently for a long time before the man looked to his right then nodded quietly.

"Arianna Wolfe, you are under arrest for using one of the Unforgivable Curses on Marcus Figglethorn on April 10th 1993. You will be sent to Azkaban until the Ministry of Magic sets the date of your trial." Said a man in a deep voice.

Magical cuffs bounded her hands together and her wand was confiscated. Her eyes were wide with fear, not because she was sent to the most horrible place in the Wizarding World but because Voldemort was going to be there in a week. She couldn't go there, she needed to find a way, to think of something…and fast. As she was apparated away to prison her mind desperately tried to come up with a way to get out. If she was taken back to that madman she would kill herself whenevver the opportunity gave itself.

By the time she had an idea partially formed on her head, the guards threw her unceremoniously into her cell. The girl tripped on her feet and fell, bumping her head hard with the wall and fell unconscious for days.

When she woke up the first thing she noticed was the cold, for her hands were numb from it. The splitting headache was what she noticed next and she groaned inwardly. Arianna looked around only to remember that she was in Azkaban. Panic started to overwhelm her but she somehow managed to calm down. A tired sigh escapes her lips as her brown, expressive eyes take in what was to be her home, at least for a couple of days. It was not impressive, certainly not what she would have preferred, but she thought it was okay. There was a bed with dirty linens at the far end of the cell, a moldy toilet and a small window in the corner. And best of all, not serpent man roaming around and about! The door was wooden and at the bottom of it was a cat door. Right in front of the cat door stood a silver platter with a chunk of dried bread and besides it, a mug of water. Rushing to the food, the girl quickly ate her bread and downed the contents of her mug. Sighing, she walked over the bed and slumped herself on it, folding her legs in front of herself protectively.

'I need to think if I want to get out of here before Voldemort comes.'

Voldemort. Her eyes watered as the unwanted memories replayed themselves in her mind over and over again. Bitter tears fell from her eyes as disgust and self loathing filled her. She rubbed her body with her hands, not wanting to feel the hands of the most disgusting man on earth touching her the way they did; not wanting to feel his scaly body pressed up against hers; not wanting to feel his lips on her skin. She kept doing it repeatedly even though, deep down, she knew that his essence was buried deep within her and was making a little being she so desperately wanted to hide from the world.

-O-

"Obliviate" Arianna mumbled under her breath as the auror entered her cell for the usual "check up". Almost instantly, the man regarded her with a confused expression and she breathed a sigh of relief before smiling, it must have looked like a grimace, shyly at the man in the red robes.

"What is going on?" the man asked, confused.

"Y-You were just telling me that you will give me my wand back." The girl said her voice hoarse from disuse.

A sharp, eager nod was given to her before the man straightened his back and left, only to come back five minutes later with her wand in hand. She took it quickly from him and then managed, with some difficulty, to give the man one last shy smile. "T-Thank you and I'm so-sorry. Petrificus Totalus."

As the man fell face first to the floor, the young woman was already making her way through the corridors after casting a Notice Me Not charm on herself. Walking through the corridors full of aurors that will soon notice her absence, she finally got herself out. Her eyes took in the raging sea before her, the rocky ledge and took in a deep breath to calm her ever growing panic.

"Well, here goes nothing." Bearing that thought in mind, she jumped off the cliff and into the sea water. Just when she was inches from touching the, probably freezing, water Arianna apparated away without leaving a single trail behind her, except for her empty cell.

-O-

Albus Dumbledore was walking towards the gates of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when movement on his left caught his eyes. He stopped on his tracks and surveyed the area intently, wand grasped tightly on his hand. Blue eyes stopped their search when a bluish grey kitten appeared from behind a bush. A smile slowly plastered itself on the Headmaster's face as he saw the little animal stumble clumsily on its paws. Slowly, the old wizard walked over the kitty and just as slowly picked it up, earning an angry hiss from the small thing. Dumbledore held it up and met its expressive brown eyes.

Oh.

Understanding dawned upon him, making his blue eyes twinkle brightly. He petted the kitten's head soothingly, making the small feline purr quietly, albeit shyly.

"This is so like you Albus, to keep me waiting all this time so you could cuddle with a kit full of fleas." The voice of Severus Snape said in exasperation.

The blue eyed wizard smirked down at the kit. "I apologize, Severus. Come along now, I want Minerva to take a look at this very interesting kitty."

Snorting his agreement, Severus followed the Headmaster into his office where Albus ordered tea and summoned Minerva. Gently placing the kit on the floor, the old man watched it intently as the small thing looked around the place cautiously. The tea arrived and both men served themselves. Dumbledore asked Severus to tell him about the information he had acquired and the potions master proceeded to tell him with shock evident in his tone. The blue eyed man listened intently to what the potions master had to say and by the time said man was finished with his tale he was shocked. He couldn't quite wrap his mind around the fact that Voldemort decided to have an heir. What shocked him the most was the fact that the girl he had chosen had attacked him right there and then killed many Death Eaters and has escaped unscratched.

"It is impossible," Dumbledore muttered. "Tom is many things, but not a…rapist."

"It seems it is the other way around, Albus. I've never seen a woman in her right mind, willing to be with such a monster." Severus replied smoothly.

Said man frowned when he heard the small cat wail loudly, as if in agreement. He watched as Albus beckoned the kit closer and stroked its head softly. "Will you show yourself to me? I promise neither of us will hurt you?"

The cat looked both men with uncertainty but figured that if they wanted to inflict any kind of harm they would have done so already. The kit took a few steps back then managed to transform back to human. Both males watched as the small cat transformed into a small, pale, battered, young woman. They stared at each other and the old wizard couldn't help but think that she was beautiful, were the bruises, cuts and dirt that littered on her ivory skin disappeared. Her hair was long, dirty and tangled. Her eyes were wide and expressive, brown of color and full of panic and genuine fear. The clothes she wore were ragged, torn and dirty. She was barefooted.

A reassuring smile was thrown her way by the Headmaster but that did little to calm her nerves. He waved his hand over the small tea table in a silent invitation and the girl declined by shaking her head. She was hungry but she couldn't bring herself to trust this man. Not yet, last time she did trust someone was horrid and it got her to where she was now.

"Y-You're the woman who attacked the Dark Lord!" Snape gasped suddenly, making Dumbledore's eyes snap back to her.

"Are you now?" The old wizard asked cautiously.

The woman merely took a cautious step back then pleaded in a quiet, broken voice" Please…don't take me back to him."