A/N: I own nothing

She ran full tilt through the woods, briars and brambles cutting at her legs as the sound of baying dogs reached her ears. Panic clawed at her chest as she tried to run faster but she was just so exhausted. Her bare foot got caught on a root and she fell. Getting to her feet, she let out a yelp and collapsed when she tried to put weight on her right foot. Oh god, she was as good as dead if she couldn't walk. Tears welled in her eyes. She didn't want to die!

"Hey." Her head snapped up and she found herself staring into a pair of amber eyes. They belonged to a young man about the same age as her. He was tall and strong with brown hair that fell just below his shoulders.

"Who-?" she said before the baying of dogs got closer. The man looked around for a moment before holding out his hand.

"Come with me." he said and she stared at him for a long moment before taking his hand.

-end dream-

Clio slowly opened her eyes and sat up before rubbing the sleep from her eyes. A sigh passed her lips when she noticed that it was still night. Yet another oddly cryptic dream. The fourth since she had come back from Hogwarts for winter break. Maybe she should speak to Adam about it...

Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. Getting out of bed, Clio pulled a house coat over her night gown and silently slipped out of her room. Her bare feet didn't make a sound as she padded down the hall in search of her fiancé. Pausing for a moment, she closed her eyes and reached out with her magic, trying to sense where he was but she felt nothing. He wasn't in the manor at the moment. Clio's shoulders slumped before perking up when she heard the sound of a piano from behind her. Turning, she saw a glowing doorway behind her and she could hear the sound of the piano through the doorway. Curiosity getting the better of her, she reached out and placed her hand on the doorway, only to have it slip right through! She heard the music stop but before she could pull her hand out, something grabbed her wrist and she was yanked through. Clio landed roughly on a white tiled floor and she noted that the music had started up again. Pushing herself into a sitting position, Clio took note that she was in a completely white room. The floor, walls, ceiling, even the piano that was in the room, were all white... Wait, piano? Taking a second looked, Clio confirmed that there was indeed a piano in the room and sitting at the piano was a young man that was in his late teens or early twenties. His back was to her, so all she could see was the back of the tan overcoat he was wearing, his spiky bluish-black hair, and a bit of gray skin. Clio reached out with her magic and jerked back violently the moment it reached the man. What in the name of...? It was like he wasn't there at all! She snapped to attention when she heard chuckling.

"You're not going to find much of anything." said the man as he turned towards her. His appearance was definitely that of a Noah and he resembled Tyki quite a bit but he was definitely not the Noah of Pleasure. Who... who was he?

"I'm not really here." he continued.

"Not... really here?" she repeated as she stood.

"I am merely a memory." he said "I am a part of the Ark, a part of its memory. I do not truly exist but my original self still does, just in a different form with a different name."

"Who was your original self?" she asked as she approached the piano. The man smiled slyly before patting the open spot beside him.

"All you need to know was that there was a Fourteenth member of the Clan." he said as she sat down "A Musician who could control the Ark and whose will was absolute while within." He started to play again and Clio watched intently as his fingers danced across the keys. The melody he was playing sounded familiar, almost like a long lost dream.

"What is that song?" she asked before flinching when he was suddenly behind her.

"It is the precious song of the Family." he said as he guided her fingers to the keys "The song that resonated with our souls and controls the Ark." under his gentle guidance, she began to play the song he had been playing only moments before "Then the boy went to sleep and one or two embers alive in the ashes, flared up in the shape of your beloved face..." he let her hands go but she continued to play as if she had been playing the piano her entire life, the notes for the song coming to her instinctively as if she had always known them "Thousands of dream spread over the land.Stars like silver eyes twinkling in the night... You shining ones fell to earth..." she knew this melody yet the song he was singing was unfamiliar, even if the lyrics fit the melody perfectly "Even though the eons turn many prayers to dust, I will keep praying. Please love this child and kiss the hand you're holding." She stopped playing and looked at him.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"You needn't ask." he said "You already know. The truth is just locked away for the time being." he tapped just above her breast, over her heart "It's in here but all will become clear soon." he smiled at her "You should head back to bed. I'm certain that you'll need your sleep for tomorrow." Clio didn't even get a chance to say anything before she found herself being dumped in her bed unceremoniously. She stared up at the glowing gateway before it closed and left her staring at her ceiling. That was... interesting. Sighing, Clio slid under the covers. It would probably be best if she just went back to sleep. Hopefully things would make sense again when she woke up. Besides, she was bound to see Adam sometime before she had to go back to Hogwarts, she'd talk to him eventually.

-line-line-

Clio sighed lightly as she walked through the crowded streets of the small village near the estate, trying to figure out what she should get her fiancé for Christmas. There were several Akuma hidden amongst the throngs of people but Clio was doing her best to ignore them, knowing that they were only there for her protection... should she need it. Now, what to get Adam... She was looking over some interesting items at one of the stalls when the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Keeping her eyes on the items, she reached out with her magic to try and find the source of her unease.

Akuma... Akuma... Akuma... Akuma... Voldermort... the two level three Akuma...

Wait... Voldermort?!

Clio focused on that feeling and sure enough, she recognized the taint that belonged to her parent's murderer and he was slowly approaching her. How the hell had he found her? Taking a calming breath, Clio slowly began to weave her way through the crowd as she sought out one of the Akuma while keeping her senses trained on Voldermort, who was steadily making his way closer to her. Her hand clutched her pendant as she felt him get closer and closer before she dropped to the ground, a red spell just missing the top of her head and hitting a bystander who fell to the ground screaming and writhing in pain. Turning, Clio saw him standing there.

"Now look what you made me do, Potter." said Voldermort as he pointed his wand at her

"Voldermort." she said as she shakily got to her feet. She didn't bother puling her wand out as the Akuma burst out of their human shells and attacked Voldermort, who apparated away from their attacks. Clio kept her senses trained on him and dodged as he shot spells at her while apparating away from the Akuma.

"Hold still Potter!" yelled Voldermort.

"Abrax! Phaeton!" called Clio and the two level three Akuma landed obediently beside her.

"Yes, Clio-sama?" said the Akuma in unison (they were an odd pair as they were twins both as humans and now as Akuma and they often spoke in unison).

"Does the Earl know what's going on?" asked Clio.

"Yes Clio-sama." said Abrax.

"He will be here momentarily." said Phaeton.

"Until then, we will defend you!" they said in unison. Abrax summoned a Dark Matter glaive while Phaeton summoned a Dark Matter shield. Abrax and Phaeton were unique, not just because they were twin Akuma. They worked flawlessly together, as if they were one Akuma instead of two, and they never fought, squabbled, or tried to eat each other. Their unique abilities were the reason why the Earl had made them as her personal bodyguards. Abrax was the Ultimate Offense and Phaeton was the Ultimate Defense. And it was them using their abilities in tandem that eventually drove Voldermort off as the Earl arrived in the now empty marketplace. The Earl quickly sent several level one Akuma after Voldermort before he escorted Clio back to her carriage, not once uttering a word except for telling her in a rather firm manner that she was to remain at the estate until further notice. Abrax and Phaeton were back in their human forms and sitting on the seat at the back of the carriage. The reins were firmly in the hands of Abrax and he snapped them, urging the horses into a fast trot. Clio stared at her hands, silently cursing Voldermort and hoping that Adam found him. Voldermort deserved no less, especially for disturbing her while she was searching for a present for her fiancé. A heavy sigh shook her frame.

"Are you alright, milady?" asked Phaeton.

"Yes, I'm fine." she said in a lack luster manner while looking out the window. It had just struck her that she knew so little about her fiancé. He knew so much about her while she knew next to nothing about him, so how could she get him a present if she didn't even know what he liked? She remained in a thoughtful silence the rest of the trip back to the estate and once they arrived at the manor, Clio instantly sought out Hermione, who was (once again) hiding from Sheril in the library. Despite the fact that the two of them were confirmed soul mates, Hermione continued to avoid Sheril like the plague and Sheril (when he managed to catch her unawares) was being overly dramatic and flamboyant with his attempts to woo Hermione, which often resulted in him failing rather humorously and/or getting slapped. Clio found Hermione with her nose buried in a book of runic magic.

"Mione." called Clio softly, catching her friend's attention.

"Oh, Clio," said Hermione with a smile as she looked up from her book "Back so soon? Does that mean you found something?"

"Actually, no." said Clio as she slumped into a nearby seat "I was interrupted... By Voldermort."

"What?!" gaped Hermione.

"I wasn't hurt." said Clio quickly "But on the way back, I came to rather startling realization... I really don't know much of anything about my fiancé. How can I get a present for someone I know nothing about?"

-~~that evening~~-

Adam scowled slightly as he paced the length of his private study. He had half a mind to level Wizarding England and kill off the idiots that lived there. There was honestly no words to describe their idiocy. And that man, Tom Riddle, had the gaul to attack his fiancée! It was quite clear that he couldn't leave Wizarding England to its own devices any longer. He couldn't just pull out because he was too heavily invested in Wizarding England, so he would have to change a few things. Subtly of course. Stopping his pacing, Adam turned to the painting that hung on the wall. It was of a beautiful woman with long chocolate brown hair and eyes that were a unique combination of royal purple, charcoal grey, and sapphire blue. She was dressed in a white summer dress and there were white jasmine flowers in her hair.

"Eve, my precious Eve." he said as he approached the painting "How I miss you, my Eve. My beautiful wife." He looked down, tears glinting faintly in his eyes before he took a step back, recomposed himself, and he left his study. He walked the silent halls of the manor house until he came to a stop in front of a door. It looked just like every other door in the manor but only he could sense the protections that were woven into the door, he had put them there after all. Silently, he opened the door and entered the room like a shade, not making a single noise as he approached the bed. He stopped next to the bed and gazed down at Clio, who was sprawled across the bed with a small wrapped box clutched in her hands and gift wrapping supplies spread all about the bed. A fond smile graced his face and he banished the mess with a wave of his hand before moving Clio under the covers. Gently, he took her glasses off and placed them on the bedside table before carefully prying the box from her hands. The box was wrapped in silver paper with a gold ribbon wrapped around it and a tag hung innocently from the ribbon. Lifting the tag, he noted with a tiny smile that Clio had used color-change ink to write the tag but what was written made him realize that he had been neglectful in some aspects of his relationship with his fiancé.

To: Adam

From: Clio

Those words were innocent enough but it made him realize that he had hardly told Clio anything about himself and he had barely spent anytime with her since she had come back for winter break. Setting the present down on the table next to Clio's glasses, Adam leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Pleasant dreams, my muse." he whispered before leaving the room.