My firs fic ever! I hope you'll like it. Have fun and Review!

A new girl enters the grounds of Hogwarts bringing in many troubles along with herself. The graceful trio stretches out the hand of support, as one of their enemies lurks within the shadow awaiting for her. Will the person she trusts most betray her? What troubles will she bring? How is Snape involved? And what part do the Malfoys play in the whole story? Can you handle the adventure of her past, present and future? I thought so!

Chapter 1

An Unwonted Child

"No! Please let her go! I beg of you don't harm her! She's just a child!"

A woman was struggling to take back a baby from a hooded figure that took little notice of her. Her black robes were soaked with the harsh rain that fell upon them both. The sky was black, and the lightning flashed, piercing the dark clouds, followed by the clap of thunder that deafened anyone that it enveloped.

They were on a mountain of some sort that was barely covered by any kind of vegetation. She climbed on the rocks with all her might slipping here and there, bruising herself, but she kept going after the man.

The baby cried with fear, coldness, and wetness from the rain. It's lower lip trembled, as the quivering voice shook the surroundings with it's high pitched vibe. Every noise it made vibrated from rock to rock and jumped to the sky.

"Shhh child, I'm not here to frighten you. Calm down little one. Everything would be just fine. You have nothing to worry about. Just go back to sleep, I'll protect you," a soft voice had said. It was gentle and calm.

"Don't do this, please!"

At last they reached the cliff that fell to the waters bellow. The man came to the edge of it and peered down, then took couple of steps back. He gently looked at the child he was holding within his hands, and then his gaze rested at the woman that was kneeling besides him, kissing the bottom of his robes and murmuring with plea.

"Have mercy," she cried, "she did not do anything! There is no good of denying her a life. I can run away, and hide with her, and become another identity, and use no more magic! Please just don't harm her!"

He looked at her grinning, obviously too amused by the woman's trembling body and her quivering voice.

"You should have thought about the child before you decided to keep it. You disgraced my family and my son, not to mention the Dark Lord himself. You left with this child. Leaving..." he paused for a moment, obviously trying to remember something. He smiled suddenly, "how should I say this, leaving me no other choice. This must be done, no questions asked. If only my son knew what a tramp you are!"

"I swear she's his child! She's your granddaughter! He knows she's his! He accepted her!"

"Well, I do not!" He screamed with rage, "You were not married, and even though you are a pureblooded witch, I do not wish to be connected with you. Your family was honorable! I knew your father and mother quiet well, if they saw what life you chose to live! Your father was a loyal and a trustworthy Death Eater, as myself and all of my sons! All three of them! And I thought he'd marry you. The wedding was arranged from before you were born. How dare you dishonor your family's name?!" With a fast movement of his hand he placed a powerful blow upon her cheek. He gazed at her for a long time, as she cried, and then spat at her direction.

"Don't worry, missy, he'll get his own punishment as well. I thank the Lord that I received permission to discard of such garbage, as I hold within these arms of mine." He gazed at the child for the last time and tossed her of the cliff to the deep sea. The cries from the baby could be heard for a long time until the fierce waves covered over her.

The woman lay on the ground, shacking fervently. Her heart jumped faster and faster with each passing moment. The hooded figure came closer to her and revealed his face. He had long, silvery, blond hair. His face was outlined with harsh lines, but it was graceful and aristocratic. He had pale skin almost blue, or even translucent. His cold blue eyes sparkled like to diamonds, empty of emotions besides hatred.

He knelt besides her and grabbed her beautiful light brown locks. She gave a painful moan.

"It would be easy to kill you with a simple spell, but I think you should go on and cry for a while, it might do you good. I think I'll let you go crazy with the thought that I had killed your daughter."

He covered his face once again and with a pop left her alone upon the ground. She lay there, motionless for quite some time. Suddenly she jumped to her feet and screamed with agony. The mountains echoed her cry. It was terrifying.

"You think you saw the last of me? I'm talking to you, you old bustard! You might have gotten rid of my daughter and myself, but it's just for now! I'll come back to hunt you one day. Just mark my words!" As the last word escaped her lips, she rushed off the cliff down to her demise. She smiled to herself as the wind rushed through her hair. She was going back to her daughter.

The hooded man appeared before his eldest son. He closely came up to him and placed his hand upon his son's shoulder. It trembled.

"What's wrong? You look like you've been just cursed. What in the bloody hell is going on?"

His son looked at him, his eyes flashed with pain and dread, "Revers is dead father. The dark lord had killed him. That is not all," he added quickly seeing his father's face, "the Dark Lord is dead as well. He was killed by a mere child just moment earlier. Where is Arabelle?"

"Who was the child?"


"Harry Potter I think, if I'm not mistaking and my source was right. Where is Arabelle? I should tell her that my brother is dead. She has a child to deal with."

"They are both dead already along with my son," he said with a hint of pain on the tone of his voice.