Hey everyone, This is my first story ever. I have an outline of where my story will go in the next few chapters, and am hoping y'all will enjoy reading this story as much as I did writing it.

Disclaimer: All of the characters and Cannon scenes belong to J. , except My OCs. Any resemblance to any fictional or non fictional character is purely coincidental.

Here you go,...

Chapter-1 Escapade

A woman with long strawberry blonde hair that reached almost mid thighs, stood at the door hesitantly, questioning her rash decision to leave - Why did she decide to leave? Could she leave her whole life, Family, and Friends behind? No, she had to leave, if only for a while, she had to. She needed a break, a retreat from her complicated life.

She traced the design on her locket out of habit and made up her mind. She wanted… No, needed this vacation from all the drama. So, with one final glance at the room, she lifted her bags and started walking. As soon as she reached a deserted alley, making sure all her belongings were secure, she took an old soda can from her pocket and checked the time on her watch and thought '11:29:30 just on time, thank merlin'. The can started to become warm, and within a few seconds she felt a tugging sensation at her navel and vanished on the spot, reappearing in a bathroom stall which read ' OUT OF ORDER'. Once again making sure she had all her belongings and her wand, she stepped out of the bathroom, into the airport.

A man, with medium length blonde hair, grey eyes that reminded her of a stormy sky, wearing a designer suit approached her and gestured her to follow. Once they had privacy, he gave her a giant hug, "Are you sure you want to leave?" he asked, "Yes drake, am sure" "alright, just as long as you're sure. You do know how difficult it is going to be to hide this from them, don't you?" "Of course dear drakeypoo, of course" she smirked. "Oh Ann, am going to miss you, we all will" he sighed, "Take care darling, I love you, am always a floo call away, remember that" she said. They were interrupted when Ann heard someone announcing that they were ready for the first class passengers to board. Anna collected her belongings and laughed "Well Draco, that's my cue to leave. I still don't understand why you had to book me a first class ticket. Economy would have been just fine". "I still don't understand why you couldn't use a portkey or why you refuse to use the summer mansion in Paris for your vacation instead" Draco said in a high pitched girly voice trying to imitate her and lighten the mood. "Bye Draco" She said kissing his cheek and going to the nearby security check-point. Draco waved, "Bye Annie" and went away as fast as his legs could carry him, afraid he would petrify her and take her back home or that he would cry like a baby in a stupid muggle place. He apparated to his home, Malfoy manor, and went into the library, sitting in his chair, poured himself a glass of fire whiskey and let the tears flow freely on to his pale cheeks. He would miss her would be the understatement of the century. Merlin's beard, she was his best friend, the only person who understood what he was going through. She protected him during the war, and the only reason he realized the path his life was taking. The only one who had faith in him, faith that he will do what is right in the end. And he did what was right, for her, for himself and also because he believed in himself as at last there was someone who understood him, his decisions and his flaws and yet believed in him. He would have laughed if a few years ago someone told him he would join the side of the light, or that he would stand up to his father. He was happy now with the life he now had, his girlfriend, mother and home, which reminded him that it was time to leave for work.

...At the airport,

Ann smiled at the flight attendant who welcomed her onto the flight and showed her to her seat. It was spacious and on the side table there were some chocolates and fake perfumed lilies, there were newspapers lying neatly beside it and a menu. 'Well this is different, it almost feels like visiting a restaurant' she thought as the attendant placed her backpack in the overhead compartment and showed her the facilities and luxuries that her ticket bought her. This was definitely different from the last time she travelled by plane. She smiled softly as she remembered that time...

...a time when she didn't know what she was getting into, yet eager to obey her mother's wish, a time when she was young, her first time on a plane, when she was merely a child, 7years old, 4 feet 2 inches tall (which she took pride in as she was taller than most people her age), nervously tracing the patterns on her locket and worrying if the charm her mother placed would work. Fidgeting with her hair and trying to smile as the officer at the security checkpoint looked at her passport.

At last the Frenchman smiled at her and said "bien vous pouvez aller, Mlle. Arianna Oralia Thomas"