A/N: This is an attempt at a story I wrote years ago. It maybe be a bit cheesy and cliched, but oh well.
Have fun.
The room was caked in blood, the screams of those who are no longer living etched into the walls, yet her smile could have lit up the room. She was giddy with excitement, thrilled by the sight of blood. It meant that she had done her job, and done it well.
"Are you finished then?" Her body swung around to face this new entity and her smile widened. Her innocence was overwhelming, clambering to be seen in that smile. Did she even know the meaning of her actions?
"Did I do well, my Lord?" she asked, skipping over to the man. She was acting childishly, but that had become a natural occurrence, who could blame her after all she had been through.
"You did very well, my pet." He reached a hand out and patted her head, causing her to gleam with joy. Her only goal in life was to make him happy, to agree to do anything he said, follow his every whim without error. Her eyes fell back to the corpses.
"Who were they?" she started to step toward them, but the Lord caught her arm.
"Just a hindrance, but now they are gone and you are entirely free to do my bidding." She bit her lower lip, eyes widening just the slightest as a sharp pain hit her in the chest. Had she known them at some point in time? In the end, she just shrugged her shoulders, dismissing the feeling as nothing more than déjà vu. The woman smiled as she left.
"Goodbye, Sirius Black," the Dark Lord whispered as he set the room alight.
She jolted upright, breathing deeply. A premonition? No, those weren't real. Things along those lines didn't happen. Her hands went to wipe the sweat from her brow, an attempt to calm her heart. Things like premonitions didn't exist. Besides, even if they were real, she was no fortune teller.