Chapter One
(8 years earlier)
A young, 5 year old girl sat in her room playing with her favorite dolls.
She was up past her bed time, but both of her parents knew this. It had been a small birthday gift given to the girl.
The game of dolls was interrupted when someone had barged into the house.
She heard her father's voice yell out for her mother.
"Eloise! Run, take the girl!"
Her mother ran into the room she had been playing in and quickly picked her up.
"Hey sweetie, we are going to play hide and seek, how about you hide in your special hiding spot? Hurry!" her mother said.
"Okay Mommy!" and the little five year old ran to hide in the secret room inside her closet.
"Lucius, please." The mother started, "We don't know anything."
"Very well, of course, if you did, that seems like the thing you would say."
"No, no, no, I promise I don't know a thing about him or Harry Potter." Taking a breath she continued, "And neither does Henry."
"He deserves what he got for being a muggle, and you deserve this for marrying him."
"No!" a new voice yelled.
"Bella, how lovely of you to join us." Lucius said.
"I want to torture the blood traitor." Bellatrix said in her usual way.
And she did.
She tortured the mother to the small 5 year old girl until she was practically dead.
Practically.
Soon the two death eaters left, and the young girl came out of her hiding place, wondering why mommy couldn't speak and why daddy was sleeping on the ground.
For the next few weeks, all she heard was:
'Poor child'
'Shame who you have to live with'
'Just as bad as the Longbottoms'
The funeral for her dad wasn't any better, and it only got worse when a young boy accompanied by his grandmother came up to her and said, "I'm sorry about your mum, it isn't that bad. St. Mungo's takes good care of them."
She didn't really know how to respond and remained silent. The boy was called away by his grandmother and waved goodbye to her.
When the funeral was over, she was told by her grandmother who she was going to be living with.
"Camila, Mum can't take care of you anymore. So you are going to be living with your uncle now, okay?"
"Which uncle?" Camille asked quietly.
"Uncle Severus."
