Ariana woke to the silence and darkness of the dungeons in which she had lived for the last nine years, every since she had been abducted and frightened by those horrible muggle boys. However, that hadn't affected her as much as when her father had been carted off to Azkaban for murdering the poor boys. Everyone had assumed that she was all sad and upset over it, but in truth she was fine, she wasn't impaired in any way, at least. She could perform magic expertly, even though she had never had classes. Ever since she had accidently killed her mother, she had been kept down here. It's a pity that I don't have anyone to play with anymore, she mused. After she had been attacked by the boys, she had been forbidden to be around other children, so her uncle had made her a twin of herself, so she would never be alone. It had been identical, with the same golden brown perfect ringlets which framed their pale, high cheek bones and brought out the golden sparkles in their caramel coloured eyes. Ariana had loved her magic-made twin, who had been christened Amelia. Everything she had, from the wonderfully furnished room with maroon and gold rugs, curtains, and bedspread and a closet full of designer clothes and three broomsticks to her beautiful auburn willow wand, had been created or bought by Amelia. What puzzled Ariana was that one day, Amelia had disappeared completely. She had ran upstairs to fetch some cookies because Ariana had been reluctant to do, due to the loud shouting caused by her two older brothers and their friend Grindelwald arguing. Soon after that, all noise had stopped. And no one had come to visit her again.