Hermione saw the interaction from afar as she was avoiding her own common room at the moment. What she witnessed frightened, and disgusted her. That was not the Ary that she had grown to love, she had been taken over by Ry, and Hermione knew someone needed to be told. She waited impatiently for the love-sick Draco to follow after Ry before stepping out of her hidden corner. It was a place she had found first year where she could safety observe her surroundings. When Harry and Ron became her friends it was a less frequented spot, but with the new arrival to the group she was using it more and more. Snape was her first choice to find answers, but he was not answering his door. Hermione stood there for a moment before giving up and heading to the headmaster's office. Luckily this early in the morning not many students were awake so she avoided the normal Slytherin glares while near the dungeons. Like most times, Dumbledore's Griffin opened as she came into view. He was always expecting her. Before she could knock on his door the soft voice of their beloved headmaster called out to her.

"Come in Miss Granger."

"I'm sorry to bother you Headmaster, but Professor Snape wasn't in his office."

Hermione pushed open the door to reveal a tired looking man and professor Snape standing near a pensive.

"I feel I need not tell you why you could not find him. Severus if you wouldn't mind?"

Severus handed him a potion which he downed quickly before stepping back to his desk.

"So I see you have found Miss Valois?"

"Something is wrong with her professor. It's not Ary."

Dumbledore hung his head solemnly as Hermione stood in front of him. The wilting old man sighed before finally speaking.

"We all know of the darkness that lies in Aryanna. Severus informed me she wishes to be called Ry now."

Snape nodded in recognition of the news while Hermione just stood patiently. She knew who Ry was and what she could do.

"One thing that not many people know is the truth behind who Ry is to Aryanna."

"She's the dark side, we know."

Hermione spoke up before a dark dead looking hand silenced her.

"Ry…was the name of Victoriana Valois…it was the name Riddle and his followers called her in their private meetings."

Snape snapped his gaze at Dumbledore.

"What are you trying to get at Dumbledore?"

"Her father was a master at the art, why not the mother too."

Hermione was completely confused at this point.

"I'm sorry I don't understand what is going on."

"Miss Granger anything that is said in this room can go no further, am I understood?"

"Of course headmaster."

"Not even to Harry."

"I understand."

"Voldemort managed to keep himself alive somehow. I have an idea, but im still tracking down the facts to prove it. I believe Aryanna's mother implored the same technique to keep herself alive in her daughter."

"That's monstrous!"

"Victoriana was nothing less than monstrous. Have you ever heard of Le Couteau, Miss Granger?"

Severus turned to address Hermione.

"No? Should I have?"

"I should think so, but you were barely born when she disappeared. Not even many wizards know the name. Le Couteau was a mass murderer who killed muggles during the first reign of Voldemort. The ministry took no notice because the killings were done in such a barbaric and nonmagical fashion they assumed it was a muggle."

"What does that have to do with Aryanna?"

"Le Couteau was Victoriana Valois. She reveled in the power being attached to Voldemort gave. Soon even the casting of the Cruciatus curse was too quick in killing the "weak-minded" muggles. She would take to the streets only carrying a knife and choose a home at random. She was ruthless, but…she was also a mother. Aryanna was taken to no less than 3 of these killings. The infant watched it all."

Hermione dropped to the chair Dumbledore had moved behind her. Aryanna had the soul of a murderer in her body. That same soul was in control right now.

"We have to get her. What if she hurts a student?"

Dumbledore shook his head lightly while his lips pressed together.

"Cornering her will only make it worse. By the end of tomorrow Aryanna will be free to leave this school for good. We will let her."

Hermione had tears in her eyes now. Ary was assuredly gone.

"Have we lost her forever?"

"No Miss Granger, but we must use this to our advantage. She will still aggravate the situation in the Dark Lord's personal army. Ry always did a good job at that. We will keep out of her way until absolutely necessary."

Hermione nodded her head softly as the tears slipped down her face. Until the war was over Ary would be alone. Severus walked Hermione down to breakfast that morning hoping to keep her in line. Before they reached the grand hall he turned to speak.

"You need to forget this Miss Granger, for Ary's sake. No one can know. Especially about her mother."

"I know…"

"Then take that look off your face. You would give it away immediately."

She took a few deep breaths and then looked up at him smiling.

"Better?"

"It will do."

Snape let her go in before him so they did not enter together. Not many would think twice but Ry would surely notice. The Blonde lounged on the bench with the group of death eater children. She watched as her Uncle walked to his seat at the head table, completely ignoring the brunette that had also just walked in. She had tests later that afternoon, and once she finished them he had no hold on her anymore. Ry was perched in Blaise's lap as he fed her pieces of food of their plate. This was the first time she had ever been so blatant in front of the rest of the school. It was a freeing feeling. Eyes watched her from under hooded gazes. She was a sight to behold in her after sex glow. Blaise of course had pressed where she had been the night before, but someone interrupted their conversation before she could speak. Draco had been adamant about needing Blaise's attention right that moment though when they returned she could tell he had not told him. Blaise reentered the room still in a great mood.

"What time do you take your tests?"

"Noon I think…though I am debating going…"

"Do you want to stay here longer?"

She could hear the lift in his voice as he thought about her staying by his side.

"not really…I just don't feel like testing is all…it's quite boring…"

Blaise kissed her lightly before laughing out loud. His voice filled with a little hope still.

"Of course it's boring, but if you don't test out you have to come back."

"I guess that's worth it. I plan on leaving tomorrow on the train."

"But I don't get to leave for another day. Won't you stay a little longer?"

"Blaise dear I do not wish to stay in this school any longer than I have to…it's dreadfully stifling for a young mind. We can see each other over break. Plus father wants me and Draco back soon for a check in, might as well get it over with."'

She was staring at the overcast ceiling now, but she could feel Blaise glare at Draco from across the table.

"When is your last test Draco?"

"Tonight. I talked a few teachers into giving them to me early. Family emergency and all that."

"Well isn't that convenient."

Draco glared back at Blaise while he shoveled a new spoonful of porridge in his mouth.

"Don't think because I forgave you this morning it will happen again."

"Ahhhh….so he did tell you. How…sweet? Anyways I told you before Blaise darling I don't get tied down. You had to know this would happen sooner or later."

"Aryanna I told you I don't share."

She finally looked down at him the anger filling her eyes and tensed voice.

"I don't take demands. You either learn to share or we are through. I enjoy our time together Blaise, but I will not be beholden to one man."

Blaise tried to keep up the appearance of defiance, but she saw the defeat full in his eyes. She had won the battle and the war in one swift motion. No man denies Aryanna Valois. She leaned in and whispered softly in his ear before nibbling on it.

"If you want we can head out of here and get a few rounds in before my test."

With that Blaise had scooped Ry off his lap and to a standing position. He would not let this opportunity pass him by. They only made it partially down the hall when Ry pulled him into an empty classroom and locked the door behind them.

"I think this will do nicely."

Blaise lifted her up on a table just inside the door and placed a kiss on her neck. Ry cooed under is soft lips as his fingers danced along her thigh. Soon they were ripping at each other's clothes and she was splayed naked beneath him. His engorged member found its way to her opening and pressed inside. Two hours later they found their way out of the classroom in search of some refreshment. Blaise brought her to orgasm so many times he had lost count. Leading Ry to her classroom he placed a sensual kiss on her lips before opening the door for her. There stood a ministry official and Dumbledore. Her final test was about to begin.

Draco quickly found Ry on the train the next morning as there were only a few students leaving so early. His final test that night had been with Snape who had warned him to take care in the presence of the Dark Lord. He was looking for anyway to deem him a failure. So far two attempts on his life and he had managed to only curse two Gryffindor. Though he loved torturing them he didn't like that it almost killed them both. He may hate the Weasley's, but he never wanted them dead. Just out of pure blood standings. As he opened the door to the compartment he saw the sleeping form of Ry once again. He could never have enough of that sight. She truly looked like angel. He knew that she was playing both him and Blaise, but it didn't matter because he got to have her. Until she tired of him, he was hers and even after.

Ry awoke as the train pulled into the station in London. She had slept a very long time and her first view was the blue eyes of Draco Malfoy.

"Well good morning Gorgeous."

Draco smiled at the compliment offering her a hand up from the bench.

"I see you slept well. Much needed from what I gather. Do you wish to see your father now? Or would you rather freshen up?"

"Might as well head to him. He has been rather annoying lately."

"You should be more careful about how you speak of your father Aryanna. He can be deadly."

Ry rolled her eyes as she stood. Draco knew nothing of deadly. Of course Tom was scary, but he was nothing compared to her. Le Couteau.

"Draco dear do not presume to know the relationship between Voldemort and I. It would truly drive you mad. Are you too escort me?"

Draco grinned as he offered his arm to the witch. They stepped into the empty hallway and down until they found the open door. Draco helped the Lady from the train car, but not before admiring her beauty. She had worn one of her silk black dress that showed a tantalizing amount of skin through the slit. No matter how many times she wore similar styles it still brought him to his knees. Her milky pale skin contrasted so well in the dark. He felt she had been made for him and him alone. Who else would bring such beauty to the Malfoy name, but alas her father would never allow such a union, and she was still with Blaise. The two had dueled it out earlier in the morning before realizing it was neither of their decisions. Ry would choose when, where, and who; and they were not strong enough to deny her. Draco agreed to keep their bond behind closed doors if he could; to allow Blaise some thread of dignity. It was the least he could do for his once close friend.

Ry took his arm firmly as they walked to the apparition port on the train platform. She watched the platform disappear for the last time as she popped home.

"Good riddance."

She announced as they landed near the gates. Draco watched her hair swing in the wind as she straightened her dress.

"Like what you see Draco? We could always pick up where we left off the other night…"

Ry ran her hand roughly through his hair pulling lightly at the man who towered over her. Draco's body betrayed him as it seethed at her touch.

"Ry…I don't think…"

Her mouth twisted into a sick grin as she saw the torment in his eyes. His mind fought an animalistic urge she brought out. This boy would be a lot more fun than she thought. Sighing she released him from her grasp and took determined steps towards the house. Bellatrix stood in the doorway to welcome her niece once again.

"Why my dear Aryanna…I hear you are finally rid of school? What a pity you can be no more help to your father."

Ry flashed a wicked smirk before snarling back at her aunt.

"I can be much more help out side of those wretched halls. Dumbledore was always there watching over me…keeping me in line. Fool of a man. It was such a waste to be sent there. I should been by his side this entire time. I wouldn't have let Potter get away in the ministry."

Bellatrix screeched out a laugh as she grasped ahold of Ry's shoulder. The two were in a dead lock stare; daring the other to break.

"Are you questioning your father Aryanna? Do you think such a thing wise?"

"Oh dear Aunt Bella…I believe I may be the only wise one here. Isn't a mystery you've gone mad now is it."

Bellatrix flicked her tongue out wetting her lips to retort the snap. The two could never go without a few sharp words exchanged.

"At least I have been here. Keeping a close ear to your father's needs."

"We all know how much you wanted to help Tom's needs in the first war Bella. Too bad my mother got there first."

She finally broke as Ry spoke his name aloud. No one called him that and she gripped tighter on Ry's shoulder.

"What did you just call the dark lord?!"

"Oh don't be so dramatic Bella…You always were one for the flair of it all. Now…If you will excuse me…I have some business to attend. And please old friend; do call me Ry."

Ry pushed the flabbergasted Bellatrix off her arm and stormed into the hall. Death Eaters milled around gossiping as they waited for their dark lord to return. Little did they know a much darker force was upon them. Masked faces quickly bowed and darted out of the blonde's way. She had a purpose and that purpose was to finally have her seat on the throne. Peter dashed in front of her feet almost getting trampled as he tried to keep her from the platform.

"Milady…I do think we should wait for the master."

Ry hissed at him and bared her teeth causing the rat faced man to cower in fear though he did not move.

"You plan to stop me Peter? Do you really think that is wise?"

"Milady…I must insist…"

Before he could finish the entire crowd parted letting her father through. Voldemort stared at the blonde daring her to take another step.

"Oh dear father, how I've missed you."

Ry hissed at Tom with venom in her voice. He was the reason her daughter was weak. If he had held up his end of their unspoken agreement Aryanna would have grown with in the right circles. Though she knew she was partially to blame. She had been the one to allow the muggle lovers into her home.

"Why Aryanna it sounds as if you are displeased."

It was strange to see the smirk upon the Dark Lords lips but anyone who saw it could tell it was laced with his own poison. His daughter was exactly what he wanted when he bed Victoriana, but she was also much more. She was the darkness of both the dark lord and Le Couteau combined. An uncontrolled fire left burning in the center of the hall.

"You left me in that school to rot father. What else would you expect me to feel?"

"My daughter you know better than anyone the task that was given to you could not be completed by anyone else."

Ry rolled her eyes at his blatant attempts to calm her with his version of pretty words.

"Don't flatter me Tom, We know very well you didn't want me interfering with your little army. You received nothing more from me that Severus could not have given you. Doubling down was pointless."

The room grew still as Ry addressed him by his real name. The Dark Lord himself was taken aback by her bluntness.

"What did you just call me Aryanna?"

"Tom. I called you Tom father. Your name. And its Ry."

Ry saw his hand twitch to his wand but she was prepared. Her own fingers danced on the wand in her sleeve. She would never come unprepared to a room with Voldemort. She wanted to egg him on. She wanted him angry and unsettled. She wanted a fight.

"You should have let me kill him father. When you had the chance that was. The Order will have them all soon enough. Soon he will be untouchable."

"You know nothing of what you speak child. Hold your tongue."

Ry cackled at his tone.

"Know nothing? I think it is you who knows nothing father. Do you feel it? Do you feel the power draining from you? He's getting closer."

"Silence!"

His wand was violently raised casting the Cruciatus Curse at his flesh and blood. Ry deflected it quickly with a bouncing charm causing the effects to hit a follower standing a little too close. The man dropped to his knees screaming as the battle continued. Ry moved nimbly avoided his vicious curses as she taunted him with her own magic. His curses were meant to maim while she continued to play with him giggling all the while.

"You're getting slow in your old age."

"And you are too young to know when to quit."

All the while desperately trying to harm his only daughter Voldemort could do nothing but think of the power she welds. Not many could withstand him so long. He saw Victoriana's dark playfulness within her, the same thing that drew him to her mother in the first place. Realizing neither of them tired from their game he wanted it to come to an end.

"ENOUGH! AVADA KEDAVRA!"

The spell hit a follower just in front of Aryanna in the chest. She froze and spun snarling at him as the body dropped to the floor. Neither cared who had just died.

"Aiming to kill, now are we? And here I thought I was your darling little girl."

"Darling...would never be how I would describe you."

Ry stalked towards him wand drawn and prepared to end him right there.

"How would you describe me then Father?"

"Depraved."

The blonde cocked her head to one side before busting into another fit of giggles.

"Depraved; I like that. Now can we get back to the actual matter at hand. I want out of that school and into your ranks. General Valois has a nice ring to it. Or so my mother always thought."

Smirking over at the crazed Bellatrix; who still had her wand in her hand.

"General? What makes you think you deserve the ranking of General?"

"I don't think you want this discussed in such company father."

Voldemort looked around and saw his followers hanging on every word. They knew something was going on, but they didn't know to the extent of what. He had his suspicions and needed them proven.

"You will go out on a mission with your choice of followers soon. We will discuss it after. Now down to the matter at hand. Draco."

Taking his seat in his throne a boney hand motioned for both blondes to come forward. Ry looked bored as always, but Draco was obviously shaking. His mission was not going as planned and he was worried for his mother's safety. As he should be.

"What progress have you made with your task?"

"well your Lordship, I have made two attempts on the target, but both have failed."

"I know that Draco. You think me ill informed?"

Draco was visibly shaking now as he tried to keep upright.

"No...no my lord. Never."

"Then tell me something I do not know already before the punishment commences."

"I am still working on the Vanishing Cabinet."

"Do you plan on having my followers do your task Draco?"

"Of course not! But he is a great wizard and I will need as much help as possible to take him down. I believe the Order has caught on and might try and stop me."

"You don't think I have already thought of the possibilities if you do not finish the cabinet before your attempt? What if I were to not allow anyone into the school? What would you do then?"

"My lord?"

"If I were to command no one help you in your attempt to take out Dumbledore?"

"Oh Father, don't tell me you are planning on killing off a blood line."

Ry finally spoke up in Draco's defense much to everyone's surprise.

"A blood line that has failed me with every turn?"

"A blood line none the less."

"Do you have a better idea then Ry?"

"Let them come, we will handle them."

Her lip twitched in anticipation of a battle. With the old man dead Ry would be closer to never having to worry about Ary ever again.

"We? Do you plan on being there?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."