High on a hill in Northern Ireland, the lush green grass suddenly began to froth and foam as if they were waves. Suddenly there was a shattering, booming CRACK! as the earth split, revealing a trench that led deep into the earth. A small, petite hand, definitely feminine, suddenly appeared at the edge of one side. The twin of the first hand soon joined it and a small female body was pulled above the trench and laid there on the ground, breathing deeply of the fresh air. Her body absorbed the sunlight after a century of darkness. The air was sweet, the sun was bright, and the song of birds, the chittering of animals and the droning buzz of insects were a melody she had not heard in a hundred years of hibernation. She stood stiffly, stretching muscles that had slightly atrophied. She began walking to the nearest town, to find clothes, food and information.

Several hours later, she was welcomed into the home of an elderly witch who had a granddaughter about the size of the woman from the trench. The old witch helped her find clothing that would suit her and ushered her into the bathroom. "What's your name, dearie?" The woman asked, her Irish accent beautiful and lilting.

The girl smiled, and kissed the woman's cheek. Her voice was rusty with disuse, but it sang with a strange, silvery tone. "My name is Adonnia."

The older witch gasped. She knew that name. She bowed low before the woman. "My lady, whatever you need help with, you shall have it. My grandmother's grandmother spoke of you. Please, take your bath, soak your weary bones. I will prepare a feast for you!" she said, before Addonia could tell her not to trouble herself. Addonia sighed and began to fill the tub as the woman had showed her. She left the water hot, and filled it with scent. She grinned at the smell of wild, sweet oranges as it filled the room. She lowered herself into the water, humming with pleasure as she soaked.

She scrubbed herself clean with the Sweet Orange soap and then dunked her hair under the water and pulled it out, scrubbing it free of dirt and other things that she didn't even wish to think about. She stood and turned on the shower, rinsing herself clean as she flicked the tub drain, watching it swirl down the drain. She was amazed at the amount of sludge-like dirt that washed away. Addonia stepped from the tub, wrapping herself in a large, fluffy towel. She dried her hair with another towel until it was damp. She could already feel the curls starting to return, as she wiped condensation from the lovely beveled mirror over the sink.

She stared at her face. It was still the ever-unchanging face stuck forever at seventeen. Brilliant violet eyes were shining brightly. Her hair was an odd mass of brown, red, gold and copper ringlets. She sighed and turned to the clothes that the witch's granddaughter had left here. She understood the panties well enough, though they were much different than their counterparts of a century ago. The brassier, no, the woman had called it simply a bra, was not much support, but it was certainly pretty with it's pink lace. The deep blue dress was long sleeved, with a v-neck that settled between Addonia's breasts, and flowed to her ankles. The robes the witch had given her were of satiny material, soft and shimmery and were of a deep amethyst purple a shade darker than her eyes.

Addonia followed the sound of singing into the kitchen and found the old witch at the stove. "My name is Mabel McQueen, Lady Addonia. And here is a simple meal, but a feast after the century you've been sleeping, I'm sure." And with that, Mabel put a large bowl of simple Irish lamb stew in front of Addonia, with a large hunk of bread and butter, and a tall glass of nourishing milk fresh from her own cow. Addonia smiled and asked Mabel to join her. The older witch nodded and put her own food on the table and two women ate in silence.

When they had finished, Mabel began to clear the table. Addonia stood to help, but Mabel told her to sit. "I would like to help?" Addonia spoke softly. She was never used to the way she was treated in this world, as if she were a goddess. She was not the goddess, her mother was. "If you would grant an old lady a grand favor, would you do my house the honor of singing for me, my Lady?" Mabel asked, as she hustled around the house. Addonia smiled, "Certainly, friend. Is there anything you would wish for, as I sing?"

Old Mabel blushed. A boon from the Addonia was a great honor. She bowed before the Lady. "If you would, Lady Addonia, protection for my children and grandchildren. There have been no Death Eaters sighted for a few years, but there are still a few of the slippery bastards about, there are."

Addonia smiled and nodded, and began to sing in a language so ancient that none were alive but her who knew it.

"Here in the night, the dragons fly

Here in the garden the flowers grow

Here is my wish for you, as I sing

Dragons patrol the sky

Flowers enrich the sting

Let none who wish harm

Pass the calm"

As Addonia sang, a strange mist surrounded her. At first silver, then palest white, and finally a strange blue-white. It whisped towards Mabel, wrapping her, recognizing her blood and then the mist seemed to explode into a thousand pieces and scattered, with the sounds of laughter, to find her children and grandchildren. The ultimate protection spell, created by Addonia. Addonia's eyes opened, and they were pulsing with a pale purple glow. They slowly faded to her regular violet color.

"Thank you, Mabel. I must go now. There is important business I must attend to." Addonia kissed Mabel's cheeks, another great honor. But before Addonia could leave, Mabel called for her. She held out a small wooden box. It was carved with moons and stars and was satiny with varnish and shellac. Mabel opened the box to show a beautiful cabochon amethyst necklace and lovely, tiny hoop earrings with long drops of amethyst dangling from them. "Oh Mabel, they're lovely, but I cannot accept them." Addonia said, smiling at the woman's generosity.

"Nonsense, my Lady. These were my great grandmothers and she was a great believer in you and your Greatness, Lady. She would want you to have them. Please. Please, please accept this humble gift from a humble woman." Mabel pled with her.

Addonia smiled and stroked the woman's cheek. "Very well, Mabel, my friend. I accept your gift as it is given in love and friendship, not as worship." Thus saying, Addonia took the beautiful pendant and put it on; it hung just over her heart. The earrings were next, they were thick, chunky pieces of silver formed into hoops, the amethyst drops reaching almost to her shoulders.

Without another thought, Addonia left, walking down the pathway towards the village. With one last glace at the house Mabel had welcomed her to, Addonia slowly began to lift into the air. With hands raised to steady herself, she floated for a moment before allowing her magic to push her towards her next destination. London.

Several hours later, she arrived. It was the middle of the night. Close to 2:00 am according to the large clock on a sidewalk she passed. She walked to a large bright red telephone box. She realized she didn't know the code and sighed. So she raised her hand, and waved it over the keypad. Suddenly the phone booth began to lower, dropping her into the hallway of the Magical Ministry building.

Addonia followed her magic, feeling it call to her. She smiled as she wound her way through doorways and rooms, following the call of ancient magic. And finally she found it. She opened a particular door and saw it there, bathed in moonlight. The arch was tall, and inscribed with letters in old English over the archway. Addonia began to sing softly and she let her hands roam the stone that was warm rather than cold to her touch. She pressed certain places and they began to glow with white light. Every place she touched glowed brighter and brighter. Suddenly she heard voices and footsteps.

The doorway she'd come through flew open and men in uniforms stood there, wands pointed at her. She smiled and tried not to giggle. She placed a kiss on the panel-stone and heard an otherworldy swishing sound. She watched the Veil activate, as though a grey, constantly falling rain was coming down inside the archway only. "Stop right there, Miss! What are you doing?" The guards began to shout at her. She turned to them and smiled, curtsying before turning back to the arch way and reaching a hand inside the mists.

"Miss! NO! Don't do that! You'll be killed! Miss, it can't be that bad! NO, STOP!" the worried guards began to shout at her, just as she felt what she was looking for. She wrapped her fingers around the object she sought and pulled hard, yanking it through the Veil.

A body fell forward, causing gasps from the guards. It was a man, with dark, wild hair. His eyes were closed, but Addonia knew that they were steel grey and laughed often. His lips were cool to the touch. He had been inside the Veil for ten years, and had not aged a minute past the time he had fallen through the Veil's archway.

Addonia looked down at him, her eyes sparkling with joy, and she caressed his face. She leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. The man's eyes flew open, and he coughed as his lungs began to work again. He looked at her with both longing and fear. As the shouts of the guards became louder, as they came closer, Addonia said softly, "Welcome to the Living Realm, Sirius Black."