It was an oddly nice Saturday morning and Adara still couldn't quite believe that everything Malfoy said was true. How in the hell would she have something a bunch of pure blooded Slytherin's would want? Her family was average and unless they wanted her non existent two million galleons she didnt know what they needed.

Even weirder, he said that they would hurt her in order to get the thing they wanted. She couldn't believe that anyone would go that far- she knew his family was a bit strange but not a cult of sadistic murderers.

But it wouldn't matter if they were anyways. After all, Dumbledore was the most powerful known wizard to date. She was sure she would be safe at Hogwarts but Luca kept insisting she wasn't. Adara didn't want to tell the others yet in case it was a huge misunderstanding.

Regardless, today was Hogsmeade with the boys. She forgot to ask Luca but decided it was fair because he still hadn't apologized for acting rude. Pulling on a red, knit jumper(James and Sirius insisted she wore Gryffindor colors on Saturday's), she grabbed a coffee and headed up to the grounds.

"Oi, Patil," shouted Sirius from across the field. "Hurry up,"

Grinning, she shoved her hands into her pockets and began to jog.

"Good morning to you too," she said, rolling her eyes. It had snowed the night before and she relished the cool air, ice crunching under her boot.

The four of them were waiting under the tree, their usual meeting spot. James was leaning against the trunk, tossing the Snitch. Meanwhile Sirius and Remus were arm in arm, Peter barely visible beneath all of his layers. Remnants of a short-lived snowball fight lay scattered across the ground as Adara trudged up towards them.

"Girls," said James wryly. "They're all the same- they take hours to get ready,"

Annoyed, Adara shaped some snow into a lumpy ball and chucked it at him. It left a huge white streak on his shoulder. Eyebrows raised, Remus chuckled.

"I literally woke up only half an hour ago so that is not a proper accusation," she said stiffly. James wrapped his arm around her despite her protests. The five of them began to walk down to Hogsmeade, stumbling through the mishappen piles of snow. Peter fell face first and Adara helped him back up despite the boys laughter.

—-

"Bring the girl to me no matter what," whispered Abraxas Malfoy into the serpent's ear. It bobbed it's head gracefully and the two creatures raised their wings. With a curt nod from their master, they took off into the air.

Lucius watched, awestruck. He knew every powerful, pure blood family had a guardian creature to carry out deeds but he'd never imagined they would be that large. His father was practically sending two dragons for a small girl. From personal experience, he knew how weak she was.

"Won't we get caught?" asked Lucius nervously. Sighing, his father faced him, exasperated.

"Do I really need to explain everything to you? They aren't wearing the Malfoy seal. No one else other than our family knows what they are. They can die but are easily reborn," he said calmly. "And that is what is going to happen,"

Confused, he twisted his silver ring around his finger. Why would his father want these magnificent creatures to die? And was an attack of this scale really necessary? Father normally was subtle, either using poison or sending a team of assassins. This was anything but that.

Sneaking a glance, he watched his father delicately clasp his hands behind his back. He would tell him in due time. Besides, Father's plans always worked.

—-

"Look at all the snow," breathed Adara in wonder. The cobblestones and roofs were dusted with white. Hogsmeade looked so picturesque it almost seemed surreal. Shopkeepers bundled in scarfs and hats were selling there wares as students carried steaming hot chocolates in their gloved hands.

"Have you not seen Hogsmeade covered in snow for the last five years?" asked Remus, amusedly.

"I know, I know," she said, smiling. "I just forget how...magical it was. I forgot how magical the entire world was,"

"Are you saying my house isn't magical? Compared to muggle homes, it's way cooler" James said. Glaring at him, she snorted.

"If anything, your room is unsuitable for human life. It would take dark magic to clean it properly,"

Sirius doubled over laughing as James flushed. "It's not my fault I find cleaning to be a traumatic experience. Have you met my mother?"

"I believe I have. As I recall, she often talks about how your-," she started, grinning, as James pressed his hand over her mouth.

"I give up. Let's go to Zonko's." he said warily, looking at her suspiciously. Sirius clapped him on the back and they started walking over to the beloved joke shop.

"I really need to restock my collection of charmed chocolates," muttered Sirius, pushing open the door.

Students milled throughout the various aisles, debating how to sneak everything back without Filch noticing. The five experimented with some books that transformed into rubber chickens for a while. Adara was beginning to regret talking with Luca because she started to yawn.

"I'm going to pop by Madame Puddlefoot's for another coffee," she said. They waved as she walked out the door. God, she was so tired. Rubbing her eyes, she shivered as a wind ripped through the village. Snow crunched beneath her boots as she awkwardly made her way to the tea shop.

To her dismay, there was a long line of people waiting for their drinks. She did not want to stand in the cold for that long so she started the trek to Carmine's. It was a run down cafe closer to the outskirts of the village. Their coffee was okay but it was better than nothing.

The wind picked up again and Adara stumbled over a rock, tripping. Sprawled on all fours, she started to get up.

"Stupid wind," she muttered, annoyed. Why was the weather so strange? Normally they wouldn't get this much snow till November.

Shaking it off, she carefully made her way down an icy trail. It was eerily quiet, as if someone had sucked all of the normally chittering animals out of the mountains.

A faint shadow was painted across the snow to her left and she froze, confused. There wasn't anything there so why was there a silhouette?

Turning around slowly she found herself face to face with a thing. It was a giant, deep green snake with these massive feathered wings. It looked at her with beady, black eyes and she nearly screamed. That was not a part of natural mountain wildlife.

It hissed and out of it's mouth came a column of flame. A snake thing was breathing fire in front of her.

Doing a quick reality check, Adara slapped herself in that face.

"Ow," she mumbled. Clearly she was awake. So that meant Mr. Snake was real. She looked up at it again, fear dawning on her face. It lunged and she took off, scrambling across the rough terrain. She needed to get away from the massive thing. It was a lot faster then it looked and until she got help, she needed to fend for herself.

"Stupefy," she yelled, pointing her wand at it's stomach. Just as she suspected, it had no effect. It only ended up provoking it further. "Goddamnit," she sighed, pocketing her wand. All she wanted was a nice cup of coffee but instead got a psychotic flying snake.

Taking in a breath, she sprinted, barely avoiding trees and rocks. She heard Mr. Snake crashing through the foliage behind her.

Adara needed to get somewhere safe. The Shrieking Shack was close by- maybe she could hide in there? Although there wasn't public access it had a basement made of stone.

Suddenly, a jet of fire shot across her shoulder. Adara cried in pain as searing heat burned. She stumbled and scooped up some snow, pressing it to her shoulder blade. The burn stung but this would have to do for now.

This was dangerous. Running for her life, she evaded several more pillars of fire.

There. The Shrieking Shack came into view and because her life depended on it, she ran like hell, hurtling downhill.

To her horror, there was a person there. Eyes widening she tried to warn them but it was too late.

"Mov-," she began. Adara couldnt stop in time and ended up crashing into the person, causing both of them to tumble to the ground.

The serpent roared, descending upon them.

"Adara? What in the-," started the boy. Of course. It was Luca, looking about as confused as her.

"Talk later. Run now," she said quickly, letting him pull her to her feet. Without questioning her, he followed her towards the shack. She started to run faster but to her surprise she was already flying through the path. Luca had grabbed her hand.

Focus, she barked at herself, trying to subdue her blushing face. The creature was gaining on them quickly, and another jet of fire destroyed the back of his billowing scarf.

Suddenly another pair of wings beat overhead.

"There's two of them?" Luca shouted, groaning.

"Apparently," she yelled, pulling him toward the entrance. The shack would combust if it came into contact with fire but the cellar was made of stone. Taking the lead, Adara led him through a secret entrance. She often watched the four of them from here when Remus transformed.

"Down here," she said franticaly. The cries of the creatures rang in her ears and the wood began to burn. They stumbled into the cellar, slamming the heavy, stone doors shut. The loud crack of the shack combusting snapped her out of her daze.

Breathing heavily, Adara slumped against the floor. Luca joined her, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Explain," he commanded, not even bothering to look at her. Her shoulder had stopped feeling like it was on fire but it still stung.

"Magical, evil fire-breathing snake showed up as I was walking to get coffee," she said promptly. They sat in silence for a few minutes, the roar of the beasts creating pleasant atmospheric music. He sighed, leaning his head against the wall. His hair had bits of char and dirt but he seemed to be alright.

"I think...I believe those belong to my family," he said carefully. "Father said we had two serpents but I never met them. Every pure blooded family has a guardian of sorts so I think it might be that,"

Bewildered, Adara looked at him. "So your basically accusing your family of attempted murder?"

"Pretty much," he said casually. How was he so calm? If her parents did something like that she probably would've broken down. "I warned you, didn't I. My family will do anything to get what they want,"

If those things were his family's then that meant that everything he had said was true. She hugged her knees, rocking back and forth. What was she going to do? What exactly did their family want with her? And how was she going to get rid of the monsters?

"We should get back to the castle," said Adara abruptly. Luca adjusted his scarf so the burnt end was hidden. "I still think you're a jerk but if we can get Dumbledore or someone then we will be fine. Besides, this basement won't hold forever. Trust me,"

He looked at her solemnly, extending a hand. Sighing, she placed hers in his.

"Lead the way, Ms. Adara,"

—-

"How much longer? I believe I am not cut out for this much physical exertion," started Luca as they ran through the outskirts of Hogsmeade. Rolling her eyes, Adara pulled him along, picking up the pace.

"It'll be fine. As long as we don't get torched by your family's flying, fire breathing lizards, all will be well," she said optimistically, smirking. Luca looked at her with amusement as he struggled to catch up. She swore she heard him mutter something about bloody Hufflepuff's and smiled.

To both of their reliefs, the castle was closer than expected. Yet she didn't know if she could reach it- she was gasping for breath and her legs were almost dead. The serpents screeched and she tried to go faster but failed.

"Here," said Luca, whipping out his wand. "Aguamenti,"

Thankful, she caught some of the water in her mouth. They sprinted the final stretch with there energy renewed. Now it was a matter of finding a professor.

They burst into the great hall to find all of the staff gathered around a table. They must have been in the middle of a faculty meeting. Sagging to her knees in relief, she ignored everyone's horrified stares. She supposed it was only fair- their clothes were disheveled and singed, Luca missing half a scarf.

"There's two fire breathing serpents outside," said Luca. He was panting, his hands on his knees. Pursing his lips, Dumbledore arose to his feet.

"...Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. I trust this isn't a prank. Poppy, see to their wounds,"

Adara protested, waving away a very concerned Madame Pomfrey before resigning. She could do with some rest and her shoulder was throbbing. Drained, her eyes began to flutter as the screech's subsided.

"By the way, the Shrieking Shack is-,"

She was asleep before she could finish the sentence.

—-

Smiling, Abraxas Malfoy spun around in his chair. It was expected that the creatures would fail- he commanded them too. As the head of the Malfoy family, only he had the power to control them.

That should've been a sufficient message to Him. If it wasn't clear before, it was now. A war between two forces had begun. Both needed the same thing but this time he would be the one to get it.

[EXTRA: HEADCANON]—-

{Timelines don't match but it's funny nevertheless}

James, Remus and Sirius were sleeping over at Lily's. Despite her exuberant protests, they'd watched Twilight.

"You're too smart for my stupid brain, your skin is scarred and you disappear every month," said Sirius in a high pitched voice. "I know what you are,"

"Saw it. Say it out loud," growled Remus dramatically. Sirius put his face right in front of his.

"A werewolf," he whispered, pretending to faint. The three burst out laughing while Lily sighed. She was never letting them watch muggle movies again.