When Adrien had walked into the common room because she couldn't sleep her first night back to Hogwarts, she had not expected to see it completely colored red and gold. And she most certainly didn't expect to find the Marauders sitting on the couch in front of a roaring fire.

"Almost like the Gryffindor common room, eh James?" a shaggy haired boy said. Sirius Black.

"Almost. A little too cold for my likings," the boy with spectacles answered, popping something into his mouth. James Potter.

"Plus there's the fact that we're surrounded by Slytherins," said the sandy haired boy. Remus Lupin.

"And there's no Lily Evans, right James?" the smallest boy piped up. Peter Pettigrew. The boys laughed.

"Shut up, Peter."

Adrien crept down the stairs, trying not to giggle. The common room really did look ridiculous.

As the boys continued to eat and joke, Adrien sat watching them from the girls' dorm staircase, wondering what it was like to have friends.

It was the last day before Christmas holiday, but Adrien was not excited to be heading home. Lucius would no longer be there, and her father would pay her no attention. It practically be like living alone.


Adrien walked to Divination, lost in her thoughts. She absentmindedly walked up the long spiral staircase to the tower, not paying any attention to where she was going. She nearly ran into the wall at the top.

As she waited for the ladder to come down from the trapdoor, Adrien noticed a single feather floating through the air.

How odd, she thought. Now where could that have come from?

The trap door finally began to open and Adrien began tapping her foot impatiently. And that's when it happened.

A bucket of feathers tipped over the top of the trap door, completely covering Adrien from head to toe. She spit out a few from her mouth, and sneezed, causing the feathers to float back up in there. She looked up to the trap door in a rage, to be met with the faces of the four Marauders, roaring with laughter.


Adrien watched from a crack in her door, as masked figure after masked figure marched through the hallways of her home. Death Eaters.

Her father had joined up with the Dark Lord and had quickly climbed the ranks, recently being invited into the inner circle. And that was why many of the Dark Lord's servants would be staying in her home this summer.

"Adrien, please come to the dining room," her father's voice said, echoing through out the house. As soon as the hallway was empty she scurried down the stairs to meet her father. But he was not alone.

In the dining room was her father, with Bellatrix and Rudolphus Lestrange, Antonin Dolohov, a bunch of people she didn't know, and the Dark Lord himself. He was not a tall man, but powerful looking all the same. His skin was ashen, and his eyes were dark.

"Such a pretty thing you have Abraxas," he whispered, almost hissing, while looking at her. Her eyes widened in fright as the Dark Lord twirled his wand lazily between his fingers. "Pity she isn't a bit older. I hear Rabastan is looking for a – wife." The crowd laughed and Adrien bowed her head, not daring to look up.

"Come here," her father demanded from his spot by the Dark Lord's side. She quickly joined her father, her head still down.

A long, cold finger came under her chin, tilting her head up. "Will you be joining my ranks soon, my dear?" Adrien said nothing, trying to avoid his dark gaze. "Will you become great as I conquer the world?" She still did not answer.

"You will answer when the Dark Lord speaks to you!" Abraxas roared, slapping his daughter across the cheek. Her face stung, and her eyes glistened, yet she still said nothing. She simply spat the blood out of her mouth and onto the floor, the flawless white tiles now stained crimson red.