-1Catching her breath she looked around to find herself in a huge finely furnished mansion. The more rooms she went through the more obvious it became that no one was living in the house. There was dust on the table tops, spider webs in the windows, a fire long ago dead and other small, but obvious signs of abandonment.

Miraculously she knew her way around the entire mansion, like she had been here many times before. Walking down a long hallway she stared at the line of portraits. "My girl! Its good to see you home again!" said an elderly but gentle looking man in a portrait.

Tonight was too much for Hailey and the talking picture of a head made her scream, back up to the wall behind her and collapse.

Many of the other portraits waved to her and said comments most like the first one.

"Er.. Excuse me...but do I umm know you?" she asked the long line of portraits all of whom grumbled and whispered to each other in shock of her ignorance. She was still in shock but she figured that it was just another weird dream and it'd all be over with soon. "Oh dear this isn't good, not at all!" clucked some prissy looking portrait.

"Are you not Adele Verdandi?"

"Umm no? I go by Hailey Alill."

"So is that what they changed your name to deary? I was sure you were dead, but yet I knew that a Verdandi couldn't be taken down that easily!" Smiled the portrait.

Hailey just stared at her in dumb aww.

Suddenly the dream came back to her, the boy calling her Addie, a nickname for Adele, the water, the blood, drowning, all of it! She just stood there dumbfounded and amazed.

"It's true" she whispered. Then that must mean.."

Poor Hailey never got to finish what she was going to say because of a terribly familiar noise.

Thump, Thump, Thump

"What is that?" she whispered, her green eyes wide in fright, to the running people in the portraits.

Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump

It was the unmistakable step of the man from the attic.

"NO!" she choked out.

She sprinted down three flights of stairs to the West wing which was as far away as she could possibly get from the attic door. She rounded into what must be the living room where there stood a huge fireplace. In preparation for when the man did show up she grabbed whatever she could to fling at him. As soon as he stood in the doorway she picked up a small but heavy metal bowl filled with some powder, hopefully something to get rid of him. As she pulled her hand back to get good aim she shouted "GET AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!" and then in tears she barely managed to say "I just want to be safe and away from you" As she said that the contents of the bowl hit the fireplace, a green flame shot out and something of horrible power hit her, flinging her into the heat of the flame. Everything disappeared and blurred by until she was nauseas and light headed, it just wouldn't stop but suddenly it all ended and she hit the ground with a hard thud.

Waking up, a bleach blonde haired boy sprung out of bed. For over a year his heart had been cold and dead to the world, but just now for a split second he felt a warmth he hadn't felt for a long time. "NO!" he yelled punching the wall. "I'm a Malfoy and Malfoy's have no such feelings." He let the cold set into his heart as he said that not letting memory slip by it's barriers and bring him to pain.

It was summer but around the pretentious Draco Malfoy it was the dead of winter. To the untrained eye he seemed the same pompous arrogant git but if one were to look deeply into those iced over eyes you could see he was being torn apart piece by painful piece. That dream replayed in his head every moment of everyday haunting him. He had been trained by his father to never let emotions get in the way. Love is a lie, pity is a waste, and courtesy is a load of crap. Anger was never mentioned for every Malfoy was born with it already set in their heart.

Have you ever laid awake at night because you couldn't fall asleep from all the chances you missed? All the regret? Every thought about her, was like another bucket of water over his head, filling the small space around him, slowly trapping him in his demise and he had been drowning for a long time. God how he had missed her, yet he hated her for what she did, for the pain she was causing him. She made him question himself as to whether he was capable or not.

In his mind flashed the last time he and seen Addie, alive. There was so much hurt and pain in her eyes. He would never forget the way she had looked at him that day. It seemed as if all the pain in the world were held in her eyes, her gorgeous green eyes. In rage he grabbed the closest thing to him, a picture and hurled it at the wall shattering it into a hundred pieces that, like his heart would be forever broken.

Why was she coming back to haunt him? He could admit he was still upset about what happened, but this only made matters worse. It wasn't in the least bit comforting. But if only he could turn back time and take things back. If only he could change fate itself. Malfoy cringed at the thought of how weak he was becoming, who would ever believe a Malfoy was capable of such emotions?

He never got any sleep that night and woke up in a fowl mood kicking every house elf that dared cross his path.

"DRACOO!" boomed a cold voice that echoed off the walls and through the mansion making Draco's blood curl. It was Lucius Malfoy freshly out of Azkaban. Within a heartbeat Draco apparated to where his father was. He found his mother there as well and a couple that looked vaguely familiar. As he realized just who they were his heart stopped and it seemed as if the air around him disappeared.

"Where is she?" they all asked him in unison.

He stood there never saying a word, he wanted to, oh dear readers her wanted to scream. This had to be a cruel joke, another dream he created that would soon disappear leaving him helpless. So many times he wished that this would happen, that he'd wake up and Addie would be back, alive, and to be in his arms again and forever more.

He saw a strange look in everybody's eyes. They were scared, all of them, but of what? Where they really talking about Addie?

Racing through the air, twisting and turning he flew on his broom trying to forget about what he had just learned. Faster and faster he went until everything was nothing but a blur.

"Have I really been given another chance or is it all just a dream?" His blue eyes zoomed out of focus as he became deep in thought.

He had no intention of going anywhere but as he woke from his daze he realized he was in Diagon Alley only to find the greatest displeasure of his life.

A lot had happened to Hailey that night. When she fell into the green fire she was transported to no other than Albus Dumbledore himself. As she hits the floor she crashes into Merlin knows what causing a great ruckus and knocking over a small table of some sort. A gorgeous red bird stares at her with curiosity before being engulfed in flames and becoming nothing more than a pile of ashes soon to be reborn again.

With a cry she leaps back, bumping into a tall robed figure.

"Looks like you took quite a tumble there" he smiled, eyes shining.

"He sure can point out the obvious." Hailey thought sneering at him

For a moment he stared intently at the girl in front of him, his mind reeling into the past trying to find a name to her face.

With great intensity he leaned forward asking, "What's your name?" he looked upon her as if the question were of life or death importance.

She was quiet for a moment contemplating on what she should say. Is she Hailey Alill? or this new person Adele Verdondi?

When she had woken from her coma she woke without a name, without an identity. She could only trust what people around her said.

Dumbledore could see the hesitation, the uncertainty in the girls eyes so, to give her a break he speaks making the subject lighter.

"I'm Albus Dumbledore and you my dear are at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Welcome back."