I own nothing, I don't own the computer I'm typing this off, I don't own the characters, cept Adie and Faine---- my best m8. I don't own Hogwarts, I don't even own some of the ideas from this story; they belong to Phillip Pullman. Think of Faine as miss Colmor- the characters are not exactly the same- Lucius as Lord Asrail- that will show later. And the multiple worlds' theory. I will also rob his witches later on. So enjoy, don't sue me, and if you do, well god help you coz I'm broke. Read and review.

Adriana wept silently in her cell: it wasn't a regular cell with walls and rats and such: it was a magical cell. You could only tell the walls were there through a slight shimmer in the air; around her were beautiful fields full of flowers and abstract trees. There were some creatures grazing away off; they had the body of a rabbit, but their heads were more bird like, beak and all. She knew that if this was a different situation then she would long to go play in the fields with the chicklebunnys- for that is what she had named them- and roll down the slight slopes as fast as she could.

It was a strange place for a Dark Lord to live: every thing around her screamed happiness and purity. She hadn't seen the Dark Lord since she arrived; her father had left as soon as he came. He hadn't even looked at her, and had ignored all her pleas as he trapped her in her cell, and then he left. So now she was alone; she could cry when she was alone. She knew she was weak, so she didn't have to hide that fact from herself. At least it was warm; she imagined that when you were taken prisoner you were locked in a cold damp dungeon with no food, well she didn't have any food.

She had been sat there a while now: the crying had stopped, but her eyes were still sore and bloodshot. She looked around her surroundings a number of times only to find them the same as before: it may be beautiful, but after a couple of hours it grew mundane.

There was a forest behind her, the trees there were very unlike the scattered trees that grew in the meadow: those trees were dark and imposing with twisted branches screaming pain. It sent shudders up her spine even to look at that place.

"Hey, sweetie. Do you like my forest?"

Adriana wiped around to find herself face to face with a woman in her early twenties. This woman couldn't be evil; she had long blonde hair that reached the bottom of her back where it would curl slightly, and mingled in were bits of pink that sparkled when the sunlight hit it. Her face was round and warm with rosy cheeks and a freckled nose.

She wasn't even dressed evil- a bit tarty but not evil- her skirt seemed to be made of silk and flowed down her legs as through it was a part of her, rather than an accessory, and her top just seemed to be there to cover vital body parts, but once again it seemed attached. The woman was dressed in all black, but still she didn't seem evil, as when they caught the sun- like her hair- it glinted sliver in places. The over all effect was that she sparked like a goddess. Adriana couldn't speak, her voice was soft and musical, but what was that about the forest.
"Your forest?" she managed to say, but it still came out as though she were whispering,

"Yeah sweetie, mine. You know I thought you'd have been louder doll; your father after all isn't one to whisper." Adriana shivered at the thought of her father; this woman knew him so she obviously wasn't to be trusted. The woman however sat down beside her cell where she floated about an inch above the grass.

"Why is it warm? It was cold earlier," Adriana said a little louder this time and sat up on her knees so she was at eye level with the woman.

"Were not in England no more sweetie, that's why. Were not in your universe no more," she let out a slight musical laugh and smiled sweetly at the girl again, "pretty here isn't it? It's not my homeland, but its still good. No people here, only animals. You look sacred sweetie; don't be scared. Your Lord is going to visit you so you need to be dressed nicer,"

The woman waved her hand and Adriana found herself dressed in a long dark pink gown. She lifted a hand to her hair: it was still down, but it was smoother and curled like the woman's, only there was a braid of tiny pink flowers going around the top of her head, entwined within her blonde locks. She wasn't wearing shoes, but around her ankle was a simple silver chain.

"There, you look like a fairy princess, don't you sweetie?" Adriana could only nod. This was the strangest being captured and held prisoner she had ever encountered. Not that she ever encountered any, but she had read about them in fairy tails.

The woman stood and realised Adriana from her cell then took her hand delicately into her own. The woman looked down at Adriana and smiled before lifted her head to the heavens and closing her eyes: Adriana gasped as the woman's clothes transformed into ones that matched Adriana's,

"Much better," she said and walked away towards the forest, Adriana in her wake.
The forest was dark, and Adriana was positive she didn't want to go in there. Her father had brought her through there, but she only woke up as they exited. Adriana would have stopped, but the woman had hold of her hand.

"It's the forest of Squálere sweetie, don't be scared. Its beautiful isn't it?" Adriana looked around her and what she saw was the opposite of beautiful. Brambles held bones of creatures, or worse people, and the trees leaned over to where they were, there branches trying to snatch her up into their canopies where they would devour her slowly and painfully: it was times like these that she hated Draco's bed time stories.

Adriana didn't speak; she watched as the path became clear as they walked; it was as though it respected the woman who led her and parted so she wouldn't rip her frock.

They walked for about ten minuets and the woman talked all the way about how pretty and wonderful the forest was. They stopped in a clearing; here held none of the brambles, but still they fought to enter. It was here the woman let go of her hand and stood besides her waiting patiently.

A figured emerged from the depths of the forest: it was dressed in a huge cloak covering its appearance.

"Hey sexy, wondered when you were going to join our party. You haven't brought us any guests?" the woman pouted as she walked over to the man and ran a finger down his chest.

"No Faine my love; we have no guests, but a party later, maybe. If my little dark one is a good girl." Adriana scowled; she knew that voice: it was the voice from her dream, the voice of The Dark Lord. But as he took the hood of his cloak away from his face it was a different matter.

There stood a man, tall, imposing and dominant; he had black hair that fell down to his shoulders only it was tied back with a green ribbon; Adriana knew that he would be seen as handsome by many older women.

"Do you like it my dark one, Faine gave me my body back. She recognised me for who I was at her first glimpse of me. Faine my love." Adriana scowled again and crossed her arms across her chest.

"Why aren't you abracadabraing me?" she said with no little amount of mirth, "Its what you brought me here for is it not? And where is my father: I thought he was suppose to do it, not you," she was surprised when the dark lord laughed at her and knelt down to her level,

"A seer, my, my. And so pretty. You father has been sent to collect your brother; you see he failed to get the whole family. But you my dearest child will not die; you shall stand by my side with my love, Faine and us together, as a family, we shall rule over all universes and destroy all those who appose us," Adriana gritted her teeth and tried to think what her brother would say;

"I'm already part of a family: Draco, Ginny and myself and your not invited, plus your breath smells!" The dark lord chuckled once again,

"Virginia Weasley. I will spare that child; she was a little sweetheart. Like you, so naive. Maybe she can rule with me too, her and your brother. Would you like that?" Adriana scoffed the man; he was lying; he would kill them like her father did in that dream

. She stomped her foot and turned her back to him before scowling at the dark creatures that had surrounded them. They were drawn to the power that the three of them held; she shuddered at how all these things knew the darkness that ran through her veins.

The dark lord laughed again, along with Faine: it no longer sounded sweet and musical: it rang out like the echoed screams of their victims. "My child; you act like Faine does when she doesn't get what she wants. Love take her back to her cell and give her some food."

"Sure sweetie. Adie love, you gonna come back to the field and help me kill a chicklebunny for tea. We can gut it together?" Adriana looked at her disgusted and stormed in the direction they had come; she was surprised to see the darkness part for her as it had for Faine when she came through here.
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Ginny was getting tired, her new skirt was dirty and ripped, and the charm on her top to keep her warm had worn off. She glanced over to Draco; he was still going fine, just as determined as ever. Draco felt someone looking at him, at first he thought it was a beast from in the forest eyeing him up for their tea, but then as he looked to his side he saw a little worn out Ginny watching him.

"I'm not going to do cartwheels you know," he said sarcastically and raised an eyebrow in question. Ginny looked away slightly embarrassed to be caught staring. Draco shrugged his shoulders, still wondering why she had been staring at him.
"You look like crap," Draco said after a few moments making Ginny stop in her tracks,

"Excuse me?" She half shouted putting her hands on her hips; Draco chuckled to himself.

"You heard me; you look like crap," Ginny glowered at him and marched over so they were only an inch apart,

"Because you look perfect don't you pretty boy?" she hissed,

"I always look perfect. Now can we go find my baby sister before I don't have one any more?" Ginny collapsed defeated and began walking quickly ahead of Draco muttering obscenities under her breath.

"Such language," Draco tut, tutted shaking his head; Ginny turned to glower at him again but he grabbed her and pulled her to the floor so they were both sitting; Ginny a little less graceful than Draco.

"You need some rest," he said and replaced the charm on her top. Ginny growled,

"I am perfectly fine!" She went to stand up again but Draco had her hand and wouldn't let her; she growled again.

"We will stay here for about five minuets, then we'll head of again. No questions. We also need a better plan than walk until we collapse or find Adie, then collapse and die anyway." Ginny nodded, but still crossed her arms over her chest in a mood.

Draco watched Ginny slightly amused for a few moments; she looked cuter when she was mad.

"Stop laughing at me," she snapped turning to glare at him; Draco shrugged innocently and looked away.

"Are we setting off again?" she said in an expired voice. Draco nodded and helped her to her feet; she glared at him for it.

"Why are you in a mood Gin?" Draco sighed, knowing it was the one question you should never ask a girl in a mood, especially if they are in a mood with you.

"We've been walking for two hours, my skirts ripped, I'm cold, I'm worried sick about Adie, and on top of that I'm starving! Then you come along and tell me I look like crap as well," Draco smiled weakly and wrapped an arm around her shoulder,

"Just think how Adie is feeling Gin; locked away in some dungeon in the middle of nowhere with a snake man; I bet she's petrified." "Faine can I have some more chicklebunny?"

"Sure sweetie." Adriana ripped a leg off the roasted chicklebunny and started happily munching away. She was surprised at how nice the chicklebunny tasted, the leg tasted like a perfectly cooked, tender, juicy stake.

Faine and Adriana were sat amidst the flowers with a picnic blanket; Faine decided that family didn't need a cell and they were doing the mother daughter-bonding thing.

"When are Draco and Ginny coming?" Adriana asked with a mouthful of chicklebunny,

"Adie sweetie, its unlady like to talk with your mouth open." Faine said, obviously avoiding the question. Adriana swallowed heavily, and turned to smile at Faine: at home she would have been smacked for such an action.

"Father isn't coming is he?" she asked with a little fear in her voice,

"Tom or Lucius? Lucius is no longer your father: Tom didn't like the way he treated you, so he took you for his own." Adriana wondered for a moment why Faine never said where her Father was, but another piece of chicklebunny was thrown her way and she forgot it.

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Hey guys, SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am sooo sorry this chapter took so long, and I know its short; I have serious writing block on this story, so I have just put out this chapter as it is.
Just remember that Adriana is only young, and Faine is pretty, nice, kind, and lives in a field full of flowers. Also remember that Adriana does love fairy tales.
Thank you to my wonderful scumdidily umchus reviewers.

RJF: did that answer your question? Yeah well, she'll have to wait until she's old enough wont she: if she lives that long. (That wasn't a hint to the story, don't worry)

Cool Milina: Tom Felton is too young for me; I think. He's what sixteen now? Even seventeen like me is too young really. I guess he's Ok looking; I wouldn't say no anyway. And now I've seen the Harry Potter three film. I guess its been a few months since I did anything with this story huh? xx take care, Chicklepea.