Arianna hadn't realised the location she was thinking of until she apparated to the one place she promised herself, under any circumstances, she wouldn't return to. She landed in a heap, her thoughts so jumbled she was surprised she hadn't sliced herself in half. Her gaze swept over her once childhood home, which had one existing room.

The rest had been burnt in the search for her parents after the war, by Aurors intent on putting them away for their war crimes. Arianna never understood why she was pardoned. Something about her being too young to be consenting in the dark mark and any evil acts that had followed that.

Draco had received the same mercy, leaving them the only two out of the group of Death Eaters their age that didn't get sent to Azkaban. Draco. She let out a strangled cry for every emotion inside her she couldn't even begin to decipher. Why did he do that to her? Why did he touch her, act as if he loved her when he was married? Why did he lie?

Arianna crumpled under the questions, covering her face with her hands. She hated him. She hated her life. She hated her past, her present and any future heading her way. How could she live, knowing her life was a lie? How could she bring children into the world, marry, without knowing if it was her choice or because of the new fucking book? She didn't want to be here.

This was all fake. Suddenly, the house morphed, showing her a white ceiling. Something heavy and metal clamped around her wrists and ankles. Faces swarmed before her vision. "Arianna?"

Arianna blinked, falling back from her knees onto her arse. What the hell? She shook her head, grabbing at her bag and apparating away from the one place in the world, apart from Malfoy Manor, she didn't want to be near. She popped into existence at the Ministry of Magic, receiving a few odd looks.

She noticed that a couple of wizards on guard stepped forward before retreating back, recognising her as Arianna Locket, pureblood and rich witch. She realised that not many people just apparated in after the war, as it caused too many heart attacks and unneeded panic.

Not sure of her own plan, she took a deep breath, taking a stand on the razor thin edge of the fountain in the centre of the black tiled, cold room. She took another deep breath and pressed her wand to her neck, enhancing the volume of her voice to one of a microphone. She didn't want to repeat this; her stomach was twisting with nerves.

"Hello everyone," she greeted.

Hundreds of eyes turned upon her, most startled and confused. She sincerely hoped no one saw her as a threat and alerted someone to come and get her down. She wanted this dealt with, now.

"I have something I need to tell you all, something extremely important," she began, her voice carrying and resounding off the walls. She took a deep breath before she continued on. "Your life... All of your lives, the whole wizarding world... Is a lie."

An outraged burst of speech washed over the entire Ministry. Shouts of anger and disbelieve shot at her, demanding she ends her lies and asking what she could possibly get out of this. Was she feeling ok? Was a potion addling her brain? She quickly dug out the books from her bag, throwing them into the crowd and praying she didn't hit anyone on the head.

The DVD's followed soon after. "Our lives, the beginning and end of Voldemort," gasps washed over the room at the forbidden name. Arianna carried on, ignoring them all, "are in these pages and on those DVD's!" She shouted to the crowd.

"Impossible!"

"What are D-V-D-Z?"

"That's outrageous!"

"How could this be true?"

"Someone alert the guards!"

Arianna's eyes swept across the crowd, her ears picking up the disbelief that was so clearly etched over their faces. Her stomach prickled uneasily. No one was going to believe her. She gulped; her heart began pounding against her rib cage.

She has suddenly transported again, eyes connecting with her mothers, wide and frightened. "Arianna? Arianna are you awake?" She suddenly turned, her whole body shaking and Arianna could feel her own body convulsing as if she was having a seizure.

"Nurse! Nurse!"

Arianna opened her eyes once more, still in the Ministry. She felt wobbly and steadied herself on the edge of the fountain. How had she seen her mother? What was going on? Her heartbeat was speeding up, scaring her.

"You're crazy!" Some shouted from the crowd.

Arianna has shifted in time again. Everything was so much brighter here, white everywhere. Fuzzier. She could tell, somehow that she was further back in time than wherever she had just been.

Her mother, somehow, stood before her, scowling at a doctor. "My daughter is not crazy!"

Arianna suddenly felt herself falling, heading straight for the fountain behind her. Screams echoed around the room. It seemed to happen so slowly. It was very cliché, but it was how it was. She was sure she caught Draco's eye as she slipped. She saw her wand twirl through the air, spinning before her in a blur of thin, dark wood.

She saw her own legs fly in the air, felt the wind brush her face and heard it whistle in her ears. Her body fell into the water. The freezing cold liquid stung her skin the moment it encased her body. She slowly sank to the bottom, a burn shooting through her nostrils and down her throat as the water seeped into her, drowning her.

She realised with horror that the fountain was enchanted. It seemed ankle deep at a glance but it was as deep as a river. There was nothing slow motion about her drowning. She couldn't find it in her to try and swim. Finally, she hit the bottom and watched her hair swim around her face. Her eyes froze wide as she saw a hooded, black figure.

Was that a dementor? The thing turned its head as if it heard Arianna's thoughts and seemed to be heading straight for her. Without warning it slammed into her body, tearing her apart from the inside out. She screamed, soundlessly. Water surged down her throat, scalding her body inside out.

Without warning, she saw Harry Potter; Hermione Granger; Voldemort; The Weasley family; Dumbledore. Everything and anything that had ever been in her life surged into her body. It wracked her whole frame as a scream erupted from deep in her chest, a scream that had it been audible would have turned someone's stomach.

Her lungs burned as her hands scratched desperately at every approaching figure. It did nothing but continue to pass through them as if they were made of mist. She suddenly woke, screaming. She attempted to sit but fell back down, instantly realising she was strapped down. She twisted and turned, noticing her ankles were free. She was crying and she didn't know why.

There were people at her side instantly, muggle nurses she realised and… her parents? "Mum, dad?! How did you escape Azkaban?" Her parents exchanged looks as a nurse began to fill a syringe with liquid. "Mum? Dad?!" She shouted desperately.

Her heart was hammering, scared. Her brain buzzed. What was going on? One minute she was drowning, the next she was someone, with her, escaped parents.

"Where's Draco? Get away from me!" She screamed at an approaching nurse, thrashing wildly on the bed.

Several nurses and doctors held her down, firing instructions to one another. Her mother turned into her father's chest crying, shoulders shaking. "Mother! Help! Get my wand! My wand!"

Her mother turned to the doctor, crying as loud as Arianna. "If you sedate her she'll go back! She'll go back to that fantasy!"

"That's not the case I'm afraid."

"What are you talking about?!"

"We've noticed a pattern..."

"What do you mean? What's happening to my daughter?!" Angelina screeched, looking to her screaming daughter.

"When she goes back, her 'life' will reset. It'll be the start of her 'world'."

The needle stuck in Arianna moments later, as she tried to work out what was going on, her tears soaking her face. She cried loudly, although a mist spread throughout her entire body, forcing her to be calm. She sunk back into the pillows, her eyes heavy. She barely managed to talk to her mother. "Mum, you and dad get out of here. The Aurors will be here soon," she mumbled.

Her mother turned, gazing upon her sedated daughter. She gently edged to her bedside, her prison, as the staff dispensed. "Sweetheart," her mother's voice cracked. "There are no Aurors. No wands, no magic. You've been living in your head sweetheart. You've been here for nearly fourteen years. You're in a hospital, and everyone here's going to help you get better," she whispered, tears sliding over her cheeks.

Arianna mumbled sleepily, her mother's words lost on her. It was her first day of Hogwarts today.

A|N: Hello! So that was the end! I don't know if I'm entirely happy with it, and I may even decide to edit it in the future, I'm sure. But for now, this is the finish. Did you like it? Please, drop me a review, I'd love it. Thank you to absolutely everybody that added this to their favourites or followed it. It means an awful lot and thanks for any future reviews.