I walked into the night, following the dark silhouette of my mother, my pink stared dress flowing around me. I shivered in my short sleeves, I knew I should have worn something warmer, but this was my best dress and gloves. Mother told me to dress up.

"Hurry up, Beatrice!" my mother snapped at me.

"Coming," I said rushing along after her. We walked past corridors, taking sharp turns at seemingly random turns. I wondered where we were going.

A branch brushed into me, I quickly wiped away the dirt from my arm with my pink, silk glove. Then my mother turned and simply said. "Here we are." I looked around, wondering where was here.

"You are finally here, Bellatrix," a cold voice came from the shadows. I jumped and looked around, a tall hooded man walked out of the shadows. I swear he wasn't there before.

"Here as you commanded, my Lord," my mother said to the man. She spoke in quite a timid and quiet voice, it gave me a faint idea of the power that this man must hold.

"Good, and who is this?" he then turned to me. I felt unsure, as if I shouldn't be here. I looked down at my pink slip-on shoes. He turned and looked at me, as if he was staring straight into my soul. He had no hair, long black and grey robes, scarlet eyes that had a deadly tone to them.

"This is my daughter Beatrice, I brought her with me to meet you my lord," my mother said, introducing me.

"Good, maybe she can help me. How old is she?" the man asked my mother. His tone more like I was cattle than human. I resisted the urge to answer back, I thought that would be inadvisable.

"Eleven, my lord," my mother answered for me.

"Any siblings?" he asked.

"One slightly younger brother and that is all,"

"Good, they will do,"

"What will you have them do?"

"I want them to go to Hogwarts, my son and daughter are going there and I want them to befriend them. Then we will be ready,"

"May I ask what for?"

"You will find out soon, take them and get them ready."

"Yes, my lord,"

Then the man disappears suddenly. My mother started walking away, me tagging along besides her.

"Who was that?" I asked, the question having bugged me through the whole meeting.

"The one that you and your brother will serve for the rest of your lives, my dear," my mother said it on such a calm manner it was almost sinister, but this wasn't the answer I was looking for.

"I mean, what is his name?"

My mother paused in the street then turned to me.

"Lord Voldemort."