You stair out the old dirty window at the vast graveyard on the other side. Your stomach gives a loud moan. You heard the heavy footsteps sounding at the heavy door. You stand and look at the door, as it swung open. Bellatrix stepped into the room. "Well, don't just stand there you little toad!" she hissed at you.
"Yes mam, sorry mam." You mummer in your feeble voice and follow her out of the room to the kitchens where you work with the House elves. Bellatrix opened a door and shoved you roughly inside. She slammed the door shut and you heard her lock the door. You went to the sink and washed your dirty hands so you could prepare food.
"Morning miss Willow!" said a small cheerful voice.
"Morning Sahretna." You say to the house elf that addressed you. She could always put a smile on your face, even after a beating.
"Today is the birthday of the day miss Willow came hear!" she said handing you a small pastry that she had snuck. You thanked her and gave her a hug. You didn't know when your birthday was, so the house elves had treated this day as one. You remembered the day you came here vividly.
Flashback. You were a girl of five. Running towards the swings at a muggle park close to your home. Your red hair shinning in the sunlight. Your mother was helping your little sister on the slide. Your brother's were at home your mother had said; Today is a girls day. The boys are staying home with daddy.' You clime onto the swing and started to swing your legs. Your mother looked over at you and you waved. She smiled and helped your sister clime the latter of the slide again. A cold hand clamps over your mouth and you are pulled, kicking, off the swing. You were pulled into the woods and surrounded by tall figures cloaked in black. You heard your mother call your name. The men in black kept his hand over your mouth. "Stay quiet, little Willow." He hisses in a voice that scared you. End flashback.
You quickly ate the pastry so it wouldn't be taken away from you and started working on the food that would be served to the men in black. The door opened and the man in black that always guarded you so that you couldn't eat anything or escape stepped in and sat in his chair. His wand twirled in his long white fingers. "Your not working fast enough!" he said coldly. "Crucio!" pain shot throw your petite, famished body. You scream and tears come to your eyes. Then he released the spell and yelled at you. "Work faster! And stop your sniffling or you will go with out food again today!" you obey and try to hide your sniffling'. So far today was a good day. Only one torture spell was cast your way since you awoke and you wanted to keep it that way. "That's better."
There was a loud bang and the door flew open. Breaking off it's hinges. Three figures stud in the doorway, wands at the ready. Your guard, you didn't know his name because you were always crucio'd if you said something with out being told to first, stud and pointed his wand at the three dark figures. You crawl under the table for protection and were soon joined by the House elves. You watched as spells went back and forth till one hit your guard and he fell to the floor, bound, his wand flew across the room. The dark figures stepped into the kitchen and looked around. A woman with purple hair crouched down and looked into your eyes with kindness. "Hello." She said
"H-hello, m-mam."
"Oh, there's no need for that, I'm Nymphadora Tonks. But you can call me Tonks." Her voice was kind. The only kind voice you have heard since you were brought here was those of the house elves you worked with.
"I-I'm Willow."
"If you're taking Miss Willow away, Sahretna's coming too!" piped up Sahretna.
"Of coarse." Tonks helped you up and smiled at you. "How do you come to be here?"
"I-I was taken hear by the men in Black when I was five. That was twelve years ago to the day." It was beginning to get easier to talk to her now that you were settling down.
A man with a chunk missing from his nose and a magical eye that was swiveling around the room spoke up. "And you said your name is Willow? Do you remember your last name?"
"No sir."
"Lupin, do you think this willow could be Willow Weasley?" he asked the third person.
"She looks like a Weasley, she's the right age, the time period is right." Lupin nodded
"There's only one way to know for sure, Mad-eye. Willow, could we have a hair?" asked Tonks. You nod and give her one of your greasy, dirty hairs. She handed it to Lupin and he took out a clear potion and placed the hair into it. Then he mixed it with the tip of his wand. A silvery puff of smoke with moving figures in it extended from the bottle. Once it cleared away, Lupin looked at you with a smile on his face.
"We had thought you were dead. It's good to see you alive, Miss Weasley."