Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Duh.

Summary: Harry gets captured just before the fifth year. While in Voldemort's dungeon he meets a young girl who may not be what she seems.

A/N: Just a idea that popped into my head one night. Enjoy.

Chapter 1: Alennia

Alennia sat tall and still in the parlor of Malfoy manor. It had been about thirty minutes since Mr. Malfoy had apparated from the manor to answer the call. She couldn't help but wonder if this was for real. She nervously ran her fingers through her hair and brushed it out of her eyes. She stood and approached the full length mirror on the other side of the parlor. Her jet black hair hung down to the small of her back and her bluish- gray eyes had a wisdom in them most didn't have until their fifties. A sudden crack caused her to jump. She turned suddenly and saw Ellie looking up at her.

"Forgive Ellie for disturbing you Miss but Master Malfoy wishes to see you in the hall." Ellie said in a hurry. Alennia smiled kindly at the elf.

"Thank you Ellie." She said then walked out the door. She walked down the hall with dread and anticipation filling her. She reached the door and took a deep breath before opening it. Lucius Malfoy stood on the other side of the hall. She immediately approached him and hugged him tightly.

"What was the call about?" She asked as they broke apart.

"See for yourself?" He said and pointed over her shoulder. She turned and saw a man about six foot. But this man could hardly be called that. He had a pale bald head and a face like a snake. His eyes were blood red with slits where the pupils should be. He approached her slowly and she had to fight the urge to draw back. She simply bowed her head in respect.

"My lord." She said with her head still bowed. He gently raised her head back up and looked into her blue-gray eyes.

"Why don't you call me by my real name? Father."

A/N: I know it's short but I will update asap.