The closet... Why wold he send me in the closet... and why is this man here? She feels rather nervous, mostly taking her que from Caith, knowing he doesn't scare easily, and his face showed panic... She doesn't have to wait long to see what is causing her husband's panic. Quirell turns around, his turban already removed. Tara's heart seems to stop. Caith... Help me... I can't breath...
Voldemort's disfigured face grins at her. "He won't come for you."
Tears well up in her eyes. Please... She falls to her knees.
Voldemort speaks with her for sometime, then she is taken away.
Tara is tied to a table in a dark, dank room, screaming and crying out in pain. It's been about nine months, her skin has lost almost all its color, as she hasn't been allowed to see the sun, and her child is coming. Many spells over the past few months have only added to the pain of this process, as Voldemort never had any cares for her comfort, only cares for the child's strength. In the midst of her last push, she passes out... yelling for Caith with her last breath.
A few hours later, Tara is allowed to hold her newborn daughter. She stroaks the wisps of golden blond hair that matches her own and looks deep into her eyes that look so much like Caith's. Tears stream down Tara's face. "Liona... my little baby... I'm so sorry. I never wanted this to happen. I should've known better... He's Voldemort's son, of course he wouldn't..." She stops short, hearing footsteps.
Tara's wrists are soon covered with scars from her own nails, she's not one to have any form of happiness without the outside world, but Lucius made sure to keep the young young woman alive, his master's plan required her to live at least until her daughter was old enough to know what was going on.
"Momma... whewe's Daddy?" A two year old Liona is becoming curious about her situation.
Tara sighs, holding her daughter close, trying to treasure each moment with her, knowing they don't last long. "He left us..."
"But I thought garmpa took us 'way..."
She nods. "Daddy did nothing to stop him... nothing at all... and he hasn't looked for us, either..."
Liona blinks, then snuggles closer to Tara. "I sowwy, momma..."
"Sweetheart, don't apologize. It's not your fault."
Liona shakes her head. "S'not fow that..." There's a hint of red in her eyes before Liona tranforms into a lioness and rips into her mother's chest, spilling Tara's blood onto the basement floor. She walks up the basement stairs, leaving behind her a trail of her mother's blood.