The setting of this story takes place during the fifth book, Order of the Phoenix, and it's meant to be as close to the original story as possible with my OC character in it. One mistake I made while writing this was saying that my main character and a select few others were in their sixth year at Hogwarts when they'd really been in their seventh, it's not really that big a deal, but please just ignore it.

My OC isn't supposed to be a fluffy likeable character; she's not a white knight and I don't sugarcoat her like other authors might do for their OCs; my characters have redeeming qualities but they're all adorned in flaws, they're as human as anyone else you might meet in real life.

So if you're wanting to read a very simple un-complicated story then this isn't what you're looking for.

Rated M for language and subject matter just to be on the safe side.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter.

The paint on the dusty door, which Lucius Malfoy stood in front of, was almost completely chipped away and the hinges and doorknob were rusted; the wood was damp and the smell of mildew filled the man's nostrils. The door was so miserable that he nearly forgot he was in his own home, a floor below the servants' wing.

He drew in a deep breath before he whipped out a key from his robes and unlocked the pathetic door. As soon as he entered the windowless room he was chilled to the bone. The cold bit at his skin and he could almost see his breath. Upon opening the door, the unusual stench of mildew and dust intensified, forcing his expression to twist sourly in revulsion. How could he have not known that this section of his house was so repulsive?

"Lumos maxima."

Light flooded from his wand into the dark room and blanketed the small shape on the floor. In the center of the empty room lay a girl curled into a tight ball, her back was turned towards Lucius. All the blond man could see of the girl was her long black hair splayed across the floorboards dejectedly. She was shivering, probably from lack of clothes; she was stripped of everything but her skin.

The skinny girl did not stir when Lucius entered the room, but he knew she'd heard him.

"Get up." Lucius said impassively.

When the girl did not move or speak, his face prickled in annoyance.

"Kira," he said more firmly. "Get on your feet."

Kira remained silent.

The only sound in the cold dense room, was the slight creaking of floorboards where Lucius stood.

He waited for another drawn out moment before speaking again. "I demand you get up this instant."

"Why should I?" Kira croaked suddenly. "Why should I listen to you?"

Lucius' hand, which hung limply at his side, fisted into a ball.

"Look at you," he replied insensitively. "It's almost fitting that you're being kept below the house elves."

"You made me this way." Kira curled her legs beneath her and lifted herself up to stare at Lucius, shamelessly unwrapping her arms from around her naked body so he could see the damage done to her.

She'd been thin before, but now her cheekbones protruded and her arms and legs were slightly bony. There were exceptionally dark circles under her eyes as well as a bruise on her jaw. And not only were her lips extremely chapped, but additionally she had an infected split lip. Her skin was now unnaturally pale as well, with a slightly opaque complexion.

"Ah, Narcissa had said it was bad."

"I don't care how I look, just how I feel," Her voice was slightly hoarse. "You did this to me."

"No. You did this to you."

"You let it happen."

"You made a deal, you should not be angry with me. You brought this upon yourself."

"You lied to me."

Lucius spat on the ground before her. "You listened."

"Then you locked me up in this room to keep from talking about what you let him do." Kira glared at Lucius. "Something bad will happen to you someday to make up for what you've done."

"Well, then," he said coolly, "if I make up for what I've done on my own accord nothing bad will happen." Lucius pulled a red envelope from his robes slowly and held it up for Kira to see. Her eyes grew wide in surprise and followed the envelope fixedly. "Something tells me that this piece of merchandise is of interest to you, my dear daughter?"

Kira frowned and Lucius noticed that, on top of everything else, her face and hair were extremely dirty. "Give it to me. Now."

"I think I'll hold on to it."

She shook her head, "How do you sleep at night knowing what you've done to me? Give me the envelope! You promised you would!"

He folded the small envelope back into his robes, "You did not do as I asked. He was not pleased with your results."

"Fuck him, he's going to hell!" Kira hissed, her voice patented with cold loathing and hatred. "You're all going to hell, all of you who were in on it! And you had better hope that I'm not the one to send you there."

Impervious to his daughter's hate, Lucius continued. "You did not do as I asked, but I am not such a callous man that I would not offer you a second chance at gaining possession of this item that you cleave yourself to."

The dark-haired girl perked up, "That's why you're here?"

He sneered.

"Indeed."

For a moment she sat still and silent as a statue; Lucius could tell she was weighing her options. Finally she nodded resignedly, bitterness still clear on her face, "Touché. Father. I'll do what you want but I want my wand back, and I want out of this room."

"Glad we have an understanding." Lucius smirked.

Kira hesitated, "You know that there are some things I refuse to do, even for the Envelope."

"I'm sure there are." Lucius mused, "It might be significant for you to know that this task will be taking you away from Malfoy Manor, far enough away that even he can't reach you."

Without missing a beat Kira replied. "Very well."

Lucius smirked once again, resembling his son as he did so. He stepped further into the room and closed the door behind him.

I was allowed a hot shower and as much food as I wanted in compensation for what I was going to be doing for Lucius. I took an advantage of the food, trying to gain the weight I lost so that I wouldn't look so freakish. I'd been given clothes, supplies, all the required spell books, and a new set of robes. My old room was given an intense cleaning for me to stay in for the remainder of the summer. I was also given an owl to communicate with Lucius while I was away.

I was to be enrolled at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, 6th year. Lucius had even made pre-arrangements so that I would undoubtedly be in Slytherin whether I was purely Slytherin material or not.

It didn't make sense to me, why my father insisted I be in Slytherin when my task would be made easier if I were in Gryffindor with a different identity. When I pointed this out to him he struck me, so I didn't push my opinion on him any further to avoid more punishment.

Everything was packed and ready for me, all I had to do was recover from certain past events. It was laughable, that my father expected that I could actually recover from what I'd been through. No, I told myself, it will stay with me until the day I die.

I thought about running away several times as I wandered around Malfoy Manor. But every time I even considered running away at all I thought of the red envelope in my father's hand. There was not a doubt in my mind, that as long as Lucius Malfoy had the envelope I couldn't run away. Besides, I had the trace on me still, I couldn't pull it off if I tried, which I had done before.

My lips remained sealed when I saw the rest of my family around the Manor. I wouldn't have talked to them anyway, that's just how it was. Besides Draco, I didn't usually talk to my family. When I saw the blond boy himself he acted the way he usually did, making me assume that he had no knowledge of what had happened.

Indifference. That was the only way, I'd decided, that I could keep myself together. There was only a very weak piece of tape keeping me together, and by putting up walls I found the right protection. If I put walls up and forced my own indifference around people I didn't feel the pain, I found sanctuary.

Indifference made me feel closure.

From miles and miles away the Weasley twins tried not to laugh.

They could feel the sleeping stillness of Grimmauld Place all around them, the silence didn't work in favor of their stifled laughter. Fred Weasley watched as his twin levitated their sleeping brother, Ron, into the room that Ginny and Hermione Granger were shared.

Fred smoothly lifted the covers on Hermione's bed to make room for Ron.

George repressed his laughter as they looked upon Hermione's sleeping face in anticipation. He lowered Ron on the bed gently.

Out of the corner of his eye Fred saw his sister Ginny, laying in the bed next to Hermione's, looking at the pair of them. She shifted slightly in the dark and moonlight grazed off her face, revealing her amusement. Fred smirked and lifted a finger to his lips; she nodded silently, grin widening.

"Very nice," George whispered, "Now we leave them and wait until morning."

Fred lightly slipped the covers over Hermione and Ron.

"Nighty night," he whispered trying to stifle another round of laughter. He gave George a thumbs up and they apparated back to their bedroom.

As they slipped under their own covers, the twins gave into the childish bout of laughter that had swelled up in their chests, hardly able to keep their minds from drowning in anticipation for the following morning. They laughed themselves into a deep sleep.

At the end of the day, when all was said and done, it was laughter that gave Fred Weasley closure.