Deep in the darkness of the forbidden woods on the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; a large, black manor sat atop a large hill. On the outside, the manor seemed empty, but the inside was alive with people walking about, chatting almost silently amongst themselves. An insane cackle rings through the manor as a woman dances through the halls, a demented grin spread across her lips. Her long, curly, black hair pulled high atop her head, her black, corset gown billowing as she moved through the darkness. The woman had spent too many years in Azkaban prison and the solitude had eaten away at her sanity.
The woman flung open the doors of a large room; a throne made of bones was nestled against the wall of the far end. A man, with the face of a snake, sat in the throne, a beautiful girl, no older than 15 stood beside him. Her hair was black as night, and her eyes, a warm caramel color. She wore a similar dress to the one the insane woman who was dancing her way towards them wore; only hers fell to knee length. The man was the infamous Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort. The girl was known as the Lady of Darkness, Cherish, the daughter of the Dark Lord.
"MY LORD AND LADY!" the insane woman called out as she danced towards them, the large grin still etched on her face, "What is it Bellatrix?" Voldemort asked as he looked to the woman who had been the most loyal to him, even after his fall to the boy-who-lived all those years ago.
"I have it my lord! I have the wand of Sirius Black!" Bellatrix bowed to the father and daughter, presenting a black wand with intricate carvings in the wood. Lord Voldemort grinned, his snake-like eyes glinting in delight, "You have done well Bellatrix." He said to her, before turning his head to look at his daughter, "A gift for you my child, the wand of the man who killed your mother." Cherish looked from her father to the woman who had helped raise her, the woman who had been like a mother to her after her birth mother had been murdered by the man who's wand now lay in her hands.
A wicked grin spread across her lips, "Father I think it is time I rejoined the wizarding world, wouldn't you agree?" she asked looking to her father, the same plan forming in their minds, a plan to take down the boy-who-lived.
It was September 1st, the day the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry returned to school aboard the Hogwarts express. There was an air of mourning that hung around the Gryffindor trio as they boarded the train for their 6th year, neither one of them happy about the situation that had occurred at the end of their 5th year. Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, lost his godfather, the man who he had become close with ever since he helped free him back in 3rd year. Sirius Black had been best friends with Harry's father James back when they were in school.
But now Sirius was gone and he felt like he had no one left. Sure he had his friends, and the muggles that dared to call themselves his family, but Harry felt like there was no one left who understood him. Now as he stared out the window of the train as they journeyed back to the school that was like a home to Harry, he felt the loneliest he had ever felt.
A boy rushed into the compartment, breathing heavily, "Neville what is it?" Hermione asked as the trio looked at the boy. Neville stood panting for a moment, "There's….a new…Slytherin 6th year…girl…" He tried to catch his breath, "So what Neville? There are new students all the time." Ron said as he stuffed a licorice wand in his mouth. Neville regained his breath and stood up straight, "Malfoy and his goons are treating this girl like a goddess." Now that caught the trio's attention.
"I guess we will see this girl at the feast then." Hermione said as she went back to reading her book. The boys just looked at each other and shook their heads, all of them returning back to what they were doing, not knowing how important this new girl would become.
