"Not yet!"

Peter Petigrew's feeble cries echoed from room to room. Squeezing her eyes shut, 10 year old Arabella tried to ignore the pitiful sound.

"Daddy said not disturb him, tonight." Arabelle told herself as she tried to sleep.

A piercing scream shook the building. Curious, she wondered what could make daddy scream like that.

"Daddy?" she asked the darkness.

Something, like instinct, told her to be quiet as she exited the make shift sleeping bag, and crept out of the room. Another shrill scream.

Arabella followed the pitiful noise into a room lit by candles, and froze as she beheld the violence in the room.

Flattening herself against the wall, she watched. A small, baby-like creature was sitting in a big chair. A wide smile was spread across its ugly face and its eyes were fixed downwards observing the writhing figure on the ground. A gasp escaped from her lips as she realized it was her father, which she quickly attempted to stifle.

But it seemed to be too late.

The baby-like creature looked at her, and she cringed at its ugliness. The creature sneered and looked back over at figure on the ground.

"Is that the creature I told you to get rid of, Peter?"

Her father looked up slowly. As his blue eyes slowly connected to her brown eyes, pain and fear crossed his face and he shook his head, desperately.

"Please. Not-"

he stopped in the middle of his statement, and coughed up a mouthful of blood, and spit. Arabella winced but he continued, as if he was used to the pain.

"-her. Please my lord."

He croaked out. Arabelle couldn't believe how weak her father looked compared to this tiny baby. He avoided her eyes as if he sensed her thoughts.

The creature let out an ugly laugh. "Bring her over here." He said, addressing her father, though his eyes didn't leave hers.

Peter nodded, and tried to get up, to no avail. He winced again, and settled to calling for her. He pasted a fake smile to his face. "Come here, Arabella." He said, beckoning her to him with his good hand. The other covered a wound that was visible on his leg.

"But... Daddy." She protested, looking at the ugly creature in the chair. "Come, come Arabella. Don't worry." Her father said again beckoning her over.

Arabella nodded, trusting her father too much to refuse, and stepped onto the carpet, walking towards her father and the wretched creature.

"Push me closer." The creature urged. Her father got up this time, though it required a lot of cursing and tears from him as he did what his 'master' had commanded. Within seconds, she was face to face with the thing. The creature laughed at her disgust, and put a finger forward, pulling her face close to his.

He examined her as Arabella shook with barely contained fear. He finally released her face and turned to Peter with an ugly smile. "Looks a lot like her father, don't you think?" the creature asked Peter. Peter winced, but didn't say anything. The creature jerked forward and grabbed her by the arm. It was a tight grip, and Arabella instinctively tried to pull it off, but the creature just squeezed harder.

"Pass me that knife, Peter."

He requested. Peter's eyes widened and he shook his head desperately. The creature just laughed," You stupid creature, give me the knife."

Arabella's mind desperately searched for a way out of the situation, but none arose. She shut her eyes as the knife dug into her arm.

She didn't dare scream, despite the excruciating pain. When it was over, Arabella looked down at her arm. A strange shape was carved into it deeply, like a tattoo. She put a hand forward to touch it, and regretted it instantly. A needle like pain shot through her arm, and she let out a soft sob. "Now, go to your room." The creature drawled, smiling at her pain.

Arabella didn't answer just turned and exited, cradling her hurt arm.

"And stay out of your dad's business!" The creature continued from behind her. Arabella didn't dare cry until she reached the security of her room.

And her father is.. You guessed it, Peter Petigrew. Oh, and if you haven't guessed, the creature in the chair is Voldermont. Like so far? Review. Don't Like? Review. Thanks.