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Hello fellow ff.net readers/writers. Thank you for taking some time out to read my very first fanfic, I appreciate it immensely. Please R&R as since this is my first fic I could use the positive/negative feedback, and if you have an idea suggest it, if I like it I might use it. Also ideas for spells and other such paraphernalia would also be enjoyed. (If you suggest such a spell or ritual I will give you the praise in my authors' notes following the chapter) Happily inform me of any spelling or grammar mistakes. PLEASE DON'T use my original characters without asking me first!!!! And tell me who you are and the title of your story so that I can see what you've done with them. Also this will be a three part fic.

Holy Shit, I can't believe I got as many reviews as I did on chapter 1, but a glorious thank you to everyone who reviewed, you know who you are. Thank you to everyone who told me how to put things into italic's I'm still trying to figure it out though. I'm totally computer illiterate. Oh yes, and since many of you asked this question, you know, the Harry/Arianna or the Draco/Arianna, I figured I'd answer it.....Well you'll just have to wait won't you?

Clearly Clayr: I wouldn't exactly call Draco "good"; he's still got his, ah, interesting attributes. He's just not entirely evil.

SayianSeker88: Well, with the whole haunted look in Harry's eyes as well... I guess, but it's nothing as obvious as Draco's. And he didn't exactly 'see' Diggory die did he, after all his eyes were closed because his scar was burning so badly? And I know what a Saiyan is...DBZ rules!!!

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Forever and a Day Part One: The Whims of Destiny

By: dragonsprincess

Chapter 2: Unmasked

The girl glared at Mr. Weasley. "I could have introduced myself you know."

"Yes, well... Miss Moon I'd like to introduce you to the Dursley's, who were kind enough to take you in for the rest of the summer." Arthur answered, avoiding Arianna's penetrating green eyes.

Arianna turned her stare away from Mr.Weasley, surveying everyone in the room, her eyes stopped on Dudley, who was once again grabbing his overly large bottom. "What's up with you?" She asked. "I'm not going to bite or anything." Dudley just grabbed his butt all that much tighter. The girl grinned. "All right, I don't think I want to know."

Arianna turned her head to Mr. Weasley. "Muggle, right?" she asked, Arthur nodded.

She then turned to Draco and Harry with a playful look on her face. "I'm guessing you two are the wizards I'm supposed to make friends with. Well you boys already know my name so how 'bout telling me yours?"

Harry took-up the invitation gladly. "I'm Harry Potter." he responded, with a smile.

Arianna did the slightest glance over Harry's lightning scar. "Boy-who-lived hmm, cool. So who are you than stranger?" She asked, looking at Draco.

"Draco Malfoy." he answered regally. Arianna's warm demeanor vanished immediately as she shot Draco a look of pure venom. A look that made the two Slytherin's glad that Avada Kedavra couldn't be cast through the eyes alone; then again, there was a wand at her side.

Draco's aristocratic air suddenly fell to his feet. Nobody had ever given him a look like that before, a look that sent chills up even his spine.

Mr. Weasley, though probably not the most observant person ever, was wise enough to get the-girl-with-a-homicidal-look-in-her-eyes, away from the person which had provoked such a look. "Harry," Arthur said, clearing his throat. "Why don't you show Arianna to where she'll be sleeping?"

Harry nodded, his acquired Slytherin senses were screaming at him to end this particular situation. "Uncle Vernon, aunt Petunia, where should I show Miss Moon too?" he asked his relations.

"Just give her the guest room. Your friend can stay with you." Mrs. Dursley responded, also giving the witch an odd glance. She obviously wanted to be the one to find out what had provoked that look from the seemingly nice girl.

"OK. Miss Moon, follow me please?" Harry said, graciously, trying to keep his composure firmly where it should be.

Giving Draco one final glare, Arianna allowed Harry to lead her upstairs.

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After the two mages were out of sight Arthur turned to Draco. "Mr. Malfoy, may I speak with you for a moment?"

"Sure." Draco responded. Although he had by now regained his outer composure, his insides were still shaking with shock. And a response that required more than one syllable would have meant pulling his mind out of what ever world it was currently residing in.

Draco followed Arthur Weasley out onto the front porch. Once he'd closed the door he turned to Draco and asked; "All right Malfoy, spill it. What do you know, and more importantly, what just went on in there?" Draco immediately returned to this plane of reality on the intent of defending himself.

"Excuse. Me! How dare you accuse me of anything you mudblood-loving fool." His initial rage spent, Draco continued in a tone that most would consider polite. But anyone that knew of the feud between the Malfoy's and Weasley's would realize was anything but.

"Mr. Weasley, is she the same Arianna Moon that was written about in the article by the journalist Carson Paige of New York?" Draco asked in a civil tone of voice.

"Yes." Arthur answered.

"Well, then, what was written in that article is all I know of her situation."

"You sure about that, what about all that open hostility she just showed towards you?"

"I honestly don't know," Draco responded. "In-fact nobody had ever looked at me like that before. Hatred. Yes. That homicidal. No. To tell you the truth, it's bloody well disturbing me."

"A Malfoy telling the truth to a Weasley, that must be some kind of record." Arthur retorted. Draco simply rolled his eyes.

"I assure you, I don't deserve any of you rancor. All right, I'm not that nice to Ron, but Gryffindor baiting is just so fun, especially when they retaliate the way he does."

"According to my son you don't do it to Hermione or the twins."

"There are a few reasons for that Mr. Weasley. In Hermione's case, one: she's my friend, and two, she's smart enough not to take the bait, never has. So I just don't bother anymore. And with the twins. Heck, they'd be more liable to exact a fitting revenge than I would be, and believe me, that's saying something, I like the way my body currently functions, thank you very much.

Are we done here, because I have better things to do with my time?" Draco finished.

"Yes, were done. Send my regards to Harry and Arianna for me will you, I do have to be getting off to work." And with that Arthur promptly disapparated.

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Over the next few days Draco and Harry often found themselves observing Arianna from a distance, frequently voicing the fact that she seemed the kind of person who would be rather fun and spontaneous. But instead she would just sit by the living room window listening to music on a disc man. If she wasn't listening to her music, she was sitting in silence, writing in a little black notebook.

One afternoon, when she had gone out for a walk, the two wizards took the opportunity to see what she had written in it.

On the first page was a Japanese haiku entitled, 'The Chill'.

'I feel its cool breath

it's cold fingers stroke my breasts

for 'tis known well; death.'

Harry and Draco gave each other uneasy glances when they had finished the poem. They looked at a few more of the pages in the book, each page contained an equally angsty poem, in some cases more.

After reading the fifth poem Draco slammed the book shut and put it back where it had previously been sitting.

"You know Harry, she is one seriously depressed teen. What she's doing, it's beyond any normal symptoms of grieving, I want to cheer her up somehow, but for some reason she seems to hate me. Every time she sees me, she gets this unrivaled look of hatred in her eyes, and deep beneath that is a searing pain." Draco said with a glazed look in his eyes. "Harry, we need to find a way to help her to start healing, not only will it soon become dangerous for her mental health, but with her kind of recent past, her chances of becoming Slytherin are more than probable, and she wouldn't survive a week in our house the way she is right now, and you know it, she'll be eaten alive."

Harry just nodded, agreeing completely with his friend. "Well Draco, we should probably get out, because if she catches us in here she won't be very thrilled."

With that the two wizards promptly left Arianna's room.

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The next few days saw Draco and Harry endlessly trying to cheer Arianna up. But whenever they asked her "What's wrong?" "Are you all right?" or "Do you want to help us play a prank on Dudley?" the two Slyths always got the same answer. "Nothing" "Yes, I'm just fine" "No thanks, you two go on without me" or in Draco's attempts an evil glare.

"Gods, Harry. What the Hell did I ever do to her anyway?" Draco all but yelled after escaping one such encounter. "Did I curse her family? No! Did I kill her parents? Fuck no!!! Did I ever do anything to make her life a living hell? NO!!!"

"Draco, calm down mate," Harry interrupted. "Look I don't know why she seems to hate you, but I'm sure we'll find out sooner on later, so just chill! Yelling and ranting about it aren't doing us any good."

"I guess your right." Draco responded.

"Damn straight."

"Shut up Harry."

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After about a week of failed attempts to get Arianna to at least smile, Draco and Harry were at their wits end about what to do, and relations between Arianna and Draco hadn't gotten any better either.

Things continued the way they were, Arianna being all depressed and quiet, that is, until Vernon Dursley decided that it was time to put his overly large moustache where it certainly didn't belong.

One evening Vernon marched up to Arianna, while she was lying on the couch, obviously lost in her own thoughts, with his wife and son flanking him. Now this was obviously an effort to make him seem more powerful than he really was. Unfortunately for Vernon Dursley, such pitiful attempts at intimidation don't have much of an effect on someone raised by aurors, let alone somebody who's lived through an encounter with Lord Voldemort.

"Miss Moon," Mr. Dursley bellowed. Arianna simply opened her eyes and looked at him, to show him that she was paying attention. "It's about time to put an end to all this abnormal, manic-depressive stuff you've been doing for the past week, I don't need the neighbors going on about 'that weird girl at number four' thank you very much."

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On the stairwell over the room where this little scene was playing out sat two wizards, who were both watching intently to see how this little confrontation would play out.

"Harry, does your uncle even know the meaning of the word 'tact'?" Draco asked, not taking his eyes off of the room below.

"You asking me, I've lived with the man for thirteen years, and I have yet to see him using it?" Harry responded.

"I'll take that as a 'no' then."

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The look on Arianna's face was unreadable, in fact, there didn't even appear to be an emotion there at all. She sat up seeming the very essence of serenity. But this girl was currently speaking the esoteric language understood by all Slytherins, and both boys knew that this was when a person was most liable to lash out and cause severe damage to someone.

Arianna just stared, blankly at Vernon for a few moments. Then suddenly she drew herself up to her full height, crossed the room in a few strides, and punched him, hard, in the face.

"What the hell would you know you bastard?" Arianna screamed at Vernon Dursley. "And don't you dare tell me not to be depressed, not until you've had your family attacked, and killed by a psychopath. Until you've had nightmares every other night, been forced to relive the worse moment of your life, over and over again. Not to mention being unable to take a potion for dreamless sleep, simply because the country you're currently residing in doesn't allow any form of magic outside of school until you've finished your education. Until you've had to spend every waking day remembering the blood-red eyes of the one who murdered you parents. Until you've had to run with your little brother to the 'only' portkey in your house, knowing that even as you're telling him that 'everything will be all right', that you're lying to him, and that you'll never see your parents alive again, reliving the moment when one of your parent's friends from the OFPDA comes to tell you that their sorry but no bodies were found, and having go to a funeral where you bury the empty coffins. And here's the real brain teaser, while there were no bodies to be found, their wands were still there, and since I'm the next heir to kin I had to break them and place them in the empty caskets.

Then told that you're moving to a different continent, away from everything you've known for your entire life, to go to a different school. And then having an inconsiderate fuck telling you not to be depressed, because the neighbors might notice. When you've had all of that happen to you in the space of one month, then you can lecture me about not being depressed."

With that Arianna shot up the stairs heading for her room, running past Draco and Harry, her face stained with tears.

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"Draco, what's the OFPDA?" Harry asked.

"It's the 'Organization For the Purging of Dark Arts', basically auror headquarters over in the US, her parents would have worked there." Draco answered.

"Oh," was all Harry managed to say.

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Vernon Dursley stood still, obviously to surprised at the fact that a fifteen year old girl had just punched him in his face, and yelled at him, to do anything other than stand there and sputter incoherently. Then suddenly:

"Potter!"

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"What the fuck, how could he possibly blame that on you, I know you said they accuse you of everything, but this?!" Draco said, disbelievingly.

"Ohh, believe me, they'll find a way," Harry sighed, starting to head down the stairs. "Draco, just make sure Arianna's all right, you know, make sure she doesn't jump out of a window or anything."

And with that the two Slytherins went their separate ways.

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Draco walked down the hall, having subconsciously tuned out the angry voices downstairs. He walked until he reached Arianna's room, stood there for a moment then knocked. Nothing. He knocked again, this time saying her name. Again nothing. So, all manners aside Draco slowly opened the door, looked over and noticed that she wasn't sitting on the bed.

Upon entering the room Draco noticed that the window was open, and for a fleeting moment he feared that she might actually have jumped out of the window. That is until he heard the soft sound of someone crying, walking over to the window, he looked out and saw the shape of a human being sitting, rocking back-and-forth on the roof.

Saying a relieved thanks to any passing deity, Draco climbed out of the window and walked along the roof to where Arianna was sitting.

When she heard someone walking across the roof towards her, she lifted her head out of its fetal position, to look at the person who had dared follow her, and was surprised at whom she saw. "What the hell are you doing up here, get away from me."

"Ohh, so you're talking to me now?" Draco replied, sitting down beside her.

"Shut up," Arianna mumbled, refusing to look at Draco.

They sat in silence for a few moments, an uncomfortable silence that Draco decided to break. "Tell me what happened," he said in a whisper so quiet that he knew he couldn't possibly pose any kind of threat.

"Like you care," Arianna responded, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Actually I do care," Draco responded. "I care when someone who seems to adore life just bedges out and sulks all the time."

"I do NOT sulk," Arianna all but screamed at him.

"Well then, what do you call it?"

"Pouting beautifully," she replied, with all the dignity she could muster. Draco gave her one quizzical look, than broke off into bouts of laughter.

"Stop laughing at me," Arianna screeched indignantly.

"Sorry, but it's just so funny.'Pouting beautifully', that one I need to remember." They sat in silence again, though not an uncomfortable one. Then. "Tell me what happened."

This time though, Arianna didn't reply with a sarcastic remark, just looked at him as if she was sizing him up. Draco wished that she would stop looking at him like that; her penetrating green eyes seem to be looking into his very soul, as if they were searching for something.

Suddenly she smiled, a somber smile, but a smile all the same. "You sure you want to hear this?" she asked.

"I'm sure."

"All right, then."

*****Arianna's Flashback*****

Unlike the homes of most mages, the Moon's contained a TV set, which their daughter Arianna had begged them to get after spending some time at her friend Rain's house after first year. Rain was muggle-born, and seemed to have gotten their daughter hooked to a few muggle shows. Christopher and Rachel would always get teased at work about the fact that Arianna had them both completely whipped, and when they had finally given in and bought the damn thing their colleagues had had a field day.

As it was, the entire family was currently sitting around watching 'Charmed', Arianna's nine year old brother Ben would always complain that the show was to 'girly', but since Arianna and her mother had become so addicted to it, woe betide the poor soul who tried to change the channel.

When the show ended Mrs. Moon picked-up the clicker and turned off the TV. "All right Ben, time for bed," and now started the perpetual war of trying to get the boy to go to bed.

"But mom," Ben whined. "I'm going to be ten in a few weeks, can't I stay up later?"

Arianna sighed, knowing exactly how this particular battle was going to turn out, it was the same one that had taken place everyday for the past week. Picking up 'Romeo and Juliet', written by the muggle play write William Shakespeare, she started to read. Her friend Rain had suggested it to her when she'd been over to see her two weeks before, but she hadn't started reading it until this morning. She was now at the part where Romeo goes to Capulet's Ball, and was dying to know what happened.

"I don't care, a few weeks is a few weeks," Rachel Moon steamed. "Right now you are still nine years old and you are going to bed."

Ben changed his tactics with the speed of a pro, but having a mother who was used to interrogating dangerous criminals, didn't help his cause any. "Mother, its summer vacation. I bet none of my friend's parents make them go to bed so early."

"I don't care what your friend's parents do. You're my son, and therefore my responsibility. Now go to bed." His mother responded.

Arianna shook her head. "Ben, give it up, you know you're not going to win. So save us all some trouble and just go." Ben glared at his older sister murderously then stuck his tongue out. "Ohh, isn't that juvenile?" she retorted, oozing sarcasm.

Christopher Moon just chuckled from his spot, leaning against the door frame, he had always found the argumentive antics of his offspring to be quite amusing. He usually stayed well out of the 'go to bed' battles, Mr. Moon wasn't much of a disciplinarian, well at least not where his children were concerned.

"Why does Arianna get to stay up as late as she wants to?" Ben said resentfully.

"Benjamin Christopher Moon, you know-" But Rachel Moon never finished that particular sentence, for at the very moment, the house's dark detectors started going crazy.

Within seconds Rachel had her wand out, and turned to her husband, who had already done the same. Both parents turned their heads to Arianna. "Sweetie, you know what to do. Take care of your brother while your mother and I go and see what set those alarms off."

But the Moons never got a chance to do anything else, for their front door suddenly flew off the hinges, and in walked two men, both clothed in dark black robes, although, one of the men didn't have his hood up. This particular man was abnormally tall, and had skin the color of chalk, he was bald, and his nose-well, he didn't have a nose, just two long slits, his spider-like fingers were gripping a wand that was pointed at the aurors, and his eyes were a deep blood red. Eyes that were shinning like some sort of demonic beacon. Voldemort.

"Holy fucking Christ," was all that Arianna managed to sputter.

The Dark Lord surveyed the room, his ruby-like eyes meeting each of the Moon's in turn. Christopher and Rachel stood firm, and kept their wards on their intruders, but it was obvious to all but one in the room that neither auror knew what to do, because if they did, they would have done it already.

When Voldemort turned his glare to Ben, the boy immediately started whimpering, and slid down the wall behind his father, slowly rocking. The Dark Lord smirked; he seemed very satisfied with this. He then turned his gaze to Arianna.

Unlike her brother Arianna kept looking back, giving him the look that had made so many people before feel uncomfortable and look away, Voldemort, however, did not look away. Arianna could hear her heart pounding, she just hoped that the Dark Lord couldn't hear it, for it would have given way to the fact that she had never been so afraid in her entire life. But she had never backed down from anything before, and she wasn't going to start now. She severely wanted to say something witty or sarcastic, but her father had once told her that, in situations like this one, that simply showed the persons weakness, and she wasn't about to give Voldemort the pleasure. She simply kept her glare on him.

Voldemort turned to the aurors with a mocking look on his face. "Your daughters strong, it's just too bad that she'll never live long enough to use that strength."

"Arianna, grab Ben and go," Rachel Moon yelled. "You know what to do."

Arianna knew what to do all right, it was the same drill her parents had drilled into her head at least once a week since she was five, didn't mean she wanted to do it though, for it would mean leaving her parents alone with two murderers, and without a way to escape. Arianna would have rather fought and died before leaving her parents with two mad-men, and she shot her mother a look that said just that. But the next look that graced her mothers face, a completely unguarded look that told Arianna what she had to do. Saying a silent goodbye to her mother she grabbed her wand from its usual place, sheathed at her side.

"Ben," Arianna said calmly, grabbing her brothers' hand. "We have to go, now."

But Ben didn't move. "Benjamin," she said a little more urgently, for the dueling had started to begin, and she knew that she didn't have much time. "Mummy and Daddy will be OK, they deal with stuff like this all the time, and if we're here, we'll just get in their way," still nothing. "For Hera's sake Ben, for once in your life just listen to me."

Arianna didn't know what it was, but something in her last sentence seemed to have gotten to Ben, for he quickly rose to his feet and started running with his sister, for he to had had this exercise drilled into his head.

As Arianna ran she heard the curse that every mage dreads to hear, "Avada Kedavra", the entire hallway was swiftly illuminated with a blinding green light, Ari knew, even if her brother didn't, that one of their parent's had just met their end.

Arianna soon heard the sound of yet another dark curse, "Sanguinem Funde", though this time it was a curse used in torture; she didn't know which was worse, having her father killed instantly or her mother tortured. And she knew it was that way, it couldn't have been any other, not after hearing her mother scream. She just kept running, knowing that Ben and herself were now alone. But the next thing that Arianna heard made her blood run like ice.

"Malfoy, stop torturing the auror, you know what we came here to do. Now, let's kill their daughter," Voldemort commanded his follower.

Arianna stopped, and told her brother to keep running, that she'd catch-up, and if not to take the portkey without her. She turned around, her eyes blazing; she concentrated all of her magical strength on a spell that she hoped would by her and Ben enough time to escape.

"Impedimenta Immotus," Arianna yelled, allowing all here magical power to flow into this one spell. The most powerful shield charm ever invented, a spell which was well beyond N.E.W.T level, and the look on the Dark Lords face said all Ari needed to know about him suspecting such a powerful spell to come out of a fifteen year old girl. Arianna gave a quick smirk and a wave, then started bolting up the stairs.'Magical Me', by Gilderoy Lockhart, it was quite stupid really, but her mother and father had insisted that it was the last thing anyone would think was a portkey.

But Arianna didn't care anymore, in fact she was grateful, grateful for what she could remember ranting about to her friends as her 'parent's paranoia'. She grabbed the book and made sure they were both holding an edge, before tapping it with her wand three times and saying the word that would activate it: "Hopeful."

The last thing Ben and Arianna saw of their home was Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy bursting into the room. Voldemort uttering some very powerful dark curses and all together seeming very pissed off. That is, before they felt the familiar jolt of a portkey, and one that would bring them to safety.

*****End Flashback*****

"That's it, that's how it happened," Arianna muttered to Draco.

At some point or another during her tale she had leaned into Draco's chest, obviously looking for something that resembled comfort. Her eyes were pink, and her vision was blurry, as she cried long and hard.

Draco just held her, allowing her tears to fall on to his shirt. "You realize that you're the first person that I've told all that to." Arianna mumbled, as a fresh bout of tears overtook her.

Draco hugged her; he had never really cared for too many people, but for some reason he felt his heart going out to this girl. He would have said something, but he didn't know what to say, so he just held her that much firmly.

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Gods wasn't that sad? (Wipes away a tear) It's 1 in the morning and I'm bushed. Once again, thank you to everyone who reviewed, I was so ruddy surprised that I got as many as I did and I thank you all. I want at least twenty reviews before the next chapter goes up.

Chap 3 might be a while in coming for two reasons, a: I haven't started writing it yet, and b: I only have a few ideas for it. Any suggestions would be GREATLY appreciated.

I'm also not going to get a chance to write again until I'm done with book 5, but done worry, I've preordered my copy and will be getting it Saturday, also, my cousin who's moving to California in a few weeks, is over at my place, and this will probably be my last chance to see her for a really long time.={

And I'm still waiting for someone to review telling me why they think my name is what it is.

Next chapter: Arianna comes out of her shell. And Dudley and his friends manage to get on Ari's bad side, and she hits back with a vengeance. Plus something else, but no, I can't tell you that, it will give to much away, lets just say it's juicy.

Signing off: Dragonsprincess