The door burst wide open and in from the shadows stepped a man. He had glowing red eyes, a pale face, and a nose like a snake. Honney ran and hid behind her father, Hollowa, as he reached for his wand. "where is he!" screamed the man in his high pitched, cold voice. "Who?" asked Honney's mother, Tawney, in a calm voice, yet Honney could see a flint of fear sparkling in her eyes.
Tawny was a very patient person and never yelled, even when Honney was acting awful. She always found a creative way to punish her five year old daughter and Honney never forgot the lesson.
"Don't play games with me! You know perfectly well who I'm talking about! How else do you explain the girl!" He shouted as he pointed a long bony finger a Honney. She had never been so scared in her life, but then again she was only five. "I'm sure we don't know what you are talking about." Hollowa stated as he moved to shield Honney with his arm. This was a very impressive move considering he was standing face to face with the most dangerous person in the wizarding world, the dark lord himself.
Beginning to get very frustrated, Voldemort gave one last warning. "Tell me where he is before I'm forced to persuade you to do so!"
"We don't know anything... I'm sorry." Tawney added this last hopeful note, knowing it wouldn't do any good. By this time Voldemort had had it with their arrogance. In a whirl wind of rage he bellowed "CRUCIO!"
"HONNEY RUN!" Hollowa managed to say before he and his wife hit the ground screaming in pain. Honney was so terrified that her legs felt like jello, but before she realized it, she was out the door and down the street. She felt an awful feeling in the pit of her stomach that she would never see her parents again.
By the time she reached a small muggle town outside of Hogsmead, she couldn't take it anymore. She spotted a willow tree in front of a light pink two story house, crawled under the long flowing vines, and collapsed into tears. What was she going to do?
She sat under the branches of the willow most of the day, until the owner of the house came out to water the garden and heard muffled sobs. The plump, kind faced, elder woman slowly made her way to the tree and gently parted the vines to reveal a very sad little girl. Her face was wet with tears and her eyes were blood shot. "Oh, you poor little thing. What happened to you?" She took Honney inside, gave her a cup of tea, and tried to calm down the hysterical child.
After some persuasion from the old woman, Honney sat quietly sipping her tea, trying to grasp what had just happened. She sat the tea down on a nearby table, laid down on th couch, and fell asleep almost instantly.