Chapter 1: Mortals who cheat death.

Hope Cordila Nifey was staring into the book she'd manage to snatch away from the owner of 'pupa in domo' It was a book about the order of the Phoenix, an order that was destroyed about twenty years ago. She sighed as the book repeatedly talked about the group's "ignorance" and "stubbornness" to not join the "correct" side. The only thing that kept her reading was that the author was very accurate and kind in the description of all the members, including the muggle- born and non-human ones. That was the only reason she could get the book as well without being noticed, the owner was going to burn the bran new book.

"Mort bien-aimee"

Hope hid a sigh, as well as the book, before answering her "master's" call.

"Yes, I'm coming Herr Krum."

Victor Krum was not the person he was before the final battle. Once a prospective quittich player of a Berlin school, he had become bitter from the loss of the light side and the death of countless number of his friends. Most of the time his bitterness was directed at the pure blood wizards who profited from this, but rare times when he had too many mugs of fire whiskey, his anger was released at who he could see. So his 'dolls' took much of the hits.

Hope prayed that he kept the fire whiskey away from his lips that day.

"Mort bein-amiee"

"Herr Krum" She robotically replied, testing his mood.

"Morty, what am I hearing that you've tried to get killed again?"

Hope sighed as tension left her body; she had wished that he didn't hear about that.

"Depends, who told you?"

"Plus de perles"

"Serena? You'd believe anything that comes from her mouth?"

Krum smiled. "Only if you are in the details."

Hope sighed. She knew she would get some form of odd punishment for what she had done but it was better than being caned by the ex-quittich player.

"Yeah. The man seemed like the powerful kind, so I thought 'why not?'"

Krum shook his head, a smile playing on his face. "One day you will not be able to drive a man away."

She just stood there, waiting for her punishment to be issued to her. She would reply in kind but as of late, Krum's good nature was holding less and less.

"Ready for your punishment?"

Hope nodded curtly, wanting to get this over with.

He grabbed her as they began to walk to one of the entertainment halls. Her clothes slowly vanishing as to the requirement of the guests. She felt her stomach turn as chains awaited her like vipers snapping themselves around her harshly as she came to an ancient wooden door.

Krum smiled sadly at the young woman before he slid into his cold façade and opened the door. "Good evening sirs, I welcome you to pupa in domo. The top house of lady breeders." He forced her into the center of the center of the room, almost throwing her to the well dressed men.

"This evening I wish to showcase one of my most unusual girls. She is called Mort bein- amiee and she has an astounding ability."

A dark haired man snickered. "What? Is she actually house trained? No better can she kill herself with just a word?" Krum bowed to the young man, keeping peace between the men in the room. "Young master, don't be bitter. Please understand that the entire wizardry world is going through this crisis. Ever since the Final Battle the curse has been on every family of nobility."

The young man glared at Hope. "What you say does not comfort me at all. How am I sure that this isn't some squib that was dropped off at your little establishment? Or worse, a muggle from the Tunnels?" Krum smiled viciously and Hope knew her punishment was really about to begin. "If you hate her so, then why not kill her? You know the words."

The young man smirked, taking out his wand. "Your loss, Avada Kedavra." Hope closed her eyes as the dark green light hit her, the burning sensation was indescribable. She could only mentally laugh at the "painless death" this spell was supposed to bring. She only hoped that this description was true for others. It was silent for a few moments before her senses kicked in. She had hoped she didn't have to do this, but she slowly got up opening her eyes as grasps rang in the air. She didn't have to turn around to know that Krum was smiling darkly at his audience.

"Boys meet Mort bien-amiee, the mortal who has cheated death."

Mentally she whimpered as disbelieving wizards drew their wands to test her 'deathlessness'. She knew they would grab and grope her as the pain racked her body but the smile on Krum's face broke no pity for her. Tonight she was to be played with, like the doll all called her to be. Tomorrow she would morn her lost taste of freedom and the fight that would have balanced out the worlds of magic and men.

Tomorrow she would morn. She would morn and despises the snake that covered the night's sky.