A/N: This is my first attempt at HP Fics and at playing with dark elements, so I apologize if it's not up to standards.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter but the OC, she's is mine!

One: The Impossible Muggle

January 1st 1958

The rising Dark Lord, Voldemort grinned wickedly watching how the exotic muggle girl withered and screamed. This pathetic lowly creature had dared to get past his wards around the old Gaunt remains. How she managed to prevent the poisonous snakes from biting her was truly beyond comprehension but it was nothing a bit of torture couldn't fix. He had dragged her away into a small abandoned house in Little Hangleton, he was planning on burning the house down anyways, she'd burn with it but first he needed to know how the filthy muggle got past his ward.

She was a young woman with strange short orange hair, brown eyes and wore a short dress that was simply too tight on her. Then there was her bag. It was small, skin of some reptile in the oddest teal color and with some metallic scales on it and a gold metal chain served as the strap.

'Muggles and their strange fashion.' The Dark Lord mused and released his hold on the cruciatus curse.

"Not real. I-Impossible." It was barely audible and in ragged breathless whisper. With his foot, the Dark Lord rolled the girl over on her back so she could see him fully. Most muggles would go mad after thirty minutes of his torture but this girl managed over forty minutes and she was finally beginning to crack. When he had started to torture her, in fact from the moment she saw the wand she had gone into shock and was just responding intelligently. Putting his foot over her chest he put pressure and she began to make whisper like cries.

"This is very real." He boldly and darkly declared. There was now only fear in the muggle's eyes but a small hint of disbelief.

"N-no. Dream-m." She gasped for air as he moved his foot away. He cast another crucio. Her withering was quite amusing but her screams were the true entertainment.

"NO. BAD DREAM. WAKE UP." The girl screamed. She was clearly in denial. After a good solid minute the Dark Lord released his curse over her. The girl's face was covered in sweat, tears and from her lips, blood. She must have bit herself. In her eyes though, there was now a firm fire and she was glaring at him.

"The weak muggle thinks she can scare Lord Voldemort? Pity you're not a witch, I'd recruit you." Upon hearing his words, she began shaking.

'She's afraid. As she should be.' However instead of crying, another sound caught his attention. Never in the Dark Lord's time had anyone laughed like she did, so bluntly to his face.

"If you're Tom Riddle, then I'm Dumbledore." She dared mock him. Despite being in pain and tired, her voice lost its quiver. A kick to the side of her ribs earned Voldemort a dignified yowl in his opinion.

'How does she know filthy that name?' Voldemort glared at the girl and plopped himself over her stomach making her lose all her breath. He pressed his weight over her making it hard for her to take a breath.

"So you're not a muggle if you know of Dumbledore, but that's not what I'm interested in. How do you know that name?" He demanded and reached out pulling hard on her orange hair. The girl glared and dared to spit in his face that earn her a backhand, leaving a nice big red mark that was surely to bruise. Her face was to the side and she dared laugh as a response.

"Answer me!" Voldemort released her hair and his hands wrapped around her neck and the girl simply kept laughing even while he began to choke her. He didn't release until the last moment. He needed this one alive to get information. The girl passed out and he glared at her unconscious form. This would not do. He stood up and decided on another tactic. He revived her only for her to squirm away and into a corner of the room.

"It hurts." She grabbed her neck and then her eyes slowly found his. Her eyes widen in horror. Her hands reached up to her hair where she began to tug and berate herself in groans and raspy comments.

"It's not a dream. Not a dream. Everything was real, NO! Can't be real. Fiction. Fantasy. JK made it up right? Oh but it could be possible, tiny fraction. Parallel? But how? Why me? Why here with him? Him! Oh why him? I sassed him. Oh no. I sassed him." The girl wasn't making sense. Voldemort began to wonder if he had tortured her for too long when she let out a loud gasp.

"You're going to kill me." She rasped and the Dark Lord couldn't help but stand tall, proud and devilishly smirk.

"Yes, but before that, I need to know what you know. Legimence."

-Into the Mind-

Her mind was dark, in them middle of her mind, she sat naked hugging her knees to her chest. She was free of blood, sweat and bruises. She looked at ease and that bugged Voldemort. She looked up at him. She knew he was in her mind.

'Go away.' Her voice ricocheted and vibrated in echos. The Dark Lord bowed to no one, so he tried to access her memories and watched as the girl's eyes went wide as he saw what she knew. This girl had so much in her memories. Family, friends, useless bits of information but he found a profound knowledge of things muggle and of magic, nothing but names vague descriptions to go with the names, random knowledge and so much knowledge of different kinds of magic but she never performed magic. Divination through Tarot Cards was the most she attempted. Images fleeted through and a single name was used constantly on the girl.

Aurelia.

'How does a filthy muggle girl have all this knowledge?'

'I can hear you.' Even in her own mind, she looked weak and pathetic. Her eyes though never shied away. A small whisper of a thought made it's way to the front.

'You maybe here but I can easily go into your head.'

-Outside the Mind-

He removed himself from her mind the moment her idea of probing his mind became known to him. She was smarter than he gave her credit.

The girl's breathing was still ragged and the sight of her bruised and battered face looking straight at him with out a slight ounce of fear.

'If only she was magic.' He thought but another idea formed. She had knowledge and Voldemort wanted what she knew for himself.

"I'm going to die by your hand and I can accept that but not without my final words: You're going to rise high Lord Voldemort." He couldn't help but smirk at that comment.

"But you're going to fall, and you're going to die, little by little, until there's nothing left but a sheer bad memory of you." His nostrils flared and he decided another crucio wouldn't hurt. She didn't scream this time but she withered and passed out.

Aurelia woke up aching. Her limbs felt like lead and she was unable to move. The floor she was sprawled upon hurt her aching body. She patted her arm around and found it was wooden floor and dusty and she was upon... Broken glass. Hazily she got back memories of what had happened with that psychopath, Tom Riddle. She gritted her teeth at remembering what he put her through. She looked around the room she was in. It was dark and difficult to make out exactly where she was. After her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she was still in the same place he had dragged her off to.

'I need to get away.' She began to make a plan but then realized she was badly injured and how crazy she sounded.

'He couldn't have been real, He can't exist, that's just utter madness.' She reasoned. Aurelia tried to move again only for a door to open. If she was able to tremble and scurry away, she would have. His red eyes terrified her and he could see it. There was a malicious grin on his face. He neared her and put his face right above hers. She could feel his breath, his shoulder length brown hair tickled her cheeks. There was no way for her to deny that his looks were faded but still couldn't help wonder how handsome he'd been in his prime, his Hogwarts years.

"You fear me now? Good." He pulled away and with his wand transfigured a broken moth eaten chair into a fine comfortable chair. He looked down at her from where he sat. His cold calculating eyes assessing her.

"You're memories while you were out were enlightening but I didn't understand most of them like the first time I looked at them. What did you do?" He had his wand pointed at Aurelia. She stared at the wand, she didn't want the pain he had put her through before.

"I-I don't k-know. I've done nothing." Her voice was no longer raspy but it was scratchy and low. He cast a curse and she wished she could wither while she held in her scream. It felt like being electrocuted, all her body uncontrollably spasmed and the glass on the ground beneath her wasn't helping. He kept it for a minute and asked again and again each time with more intensity than the last. She knew she was wearing his patience.

"It seems you really don't know. Let me be a bit more detailed. Everything in your mind was in an unknown language. The muggles don't speak it and it's not a dead one either." He cast the curse again and Aurelia in her pain tried to figure out what he meant but nothing came to mind except the blistering pain. If he didn't kill her soon or she'd go insane or she'd surely bleed to death. At this point she was sure of anything, all she did know was that she had nasty pieces of glass embedded all over her back.

"If you don't know then I have no purpose for you." Aurelia's eyes went wide. He got up off his seat and walked slowly over from across the room.

'He wanted my knowledge. That's it? He's Tom Fucking Riddle, he'll use all I know for evil. Maybe he knows a way home. He knows about the Dark Arts and other things. We can't help him. What do we care? This is not our world. He is evil. But he's going to kill us. People back home must have noticed we're missing, we're no good dead. We can find a way. O-Okay.' Aurelia snapped out of her internal battle just on time as he had his wand ready to finish her off.

"I'll help you!" She yelled as best she could with her raspy voice. He sneered at her.

"I don't associate with filthy muggles. I just want your knowledge with as little contact with you as possible." She needed to get smart and so she blurted the first thing she thought of.

"I'll give you all you want. I-I could write it all, be kept in a tower, locked up. You won't have to see me." He raised an eyebrow. Aurelia was silently hoping it would work. She perhaps came off as weak a coward for begging for her life but she refused to go out like this. Her death, she never imagined it like this and it would not be like this.

"You're not a stupid muggle. It's evident you'll use all your intelligence and prowess to keep yourself alive." He leaned forward and she could feel his breath against her cheek.

"The moment you give me false information in attempts to thwart my plans or try to escape, I'll personally have the pleasure of making an example out of you for everyone who dares betray me." Aurelia shuddered and then he backed off. She couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. She had just sold her soul and there would be no way out.

A/N: Be honest, how was it? This is my side project, so I apologize if it takes me a long time to put up the next chapter. Thank you for giving this story a shot. Perhaps I'll catch you all around next time? By the way, what Genre would this qualify as? I don't think it's Horror and Suspense, so I have no Idea what to file the fic under. Your thoughts and comments on the topic would be most helpful.

-Anbu