Hey guys, its Michelle. I know I haven't updated The Stars in a while. I think I'm just going to leave it at one chapter. I was bored today, and decided to write up a chapter. I don't know how long this is going to me, but basically it is a memory loss fic.

Disclaimer- NONE OF THIS BELONGS TO ME!

"AHHHHHHH!" She woke up to a scream. Looking around her she saw nothing but darkness. She didn't know where she was, but she did know her heart was pounding.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH HELP, SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP!"

There was the scream again. She thought she recognized the voice, but wasn't able to pinpoint who it was. She felt below her, where she was sitting and found a hard surface. Running her hand along it, it felt like it was wood, as there were nails and it was splintery. She didn't know if anyone else was in here.

"H-hello, is any-anyone here?"

Her voice echoed around the room.

"Hello? Can anyone h-help me?"

Utter silence. All of the sudden there were footsteps, walking towards her. She couldn't tell if they were in the same room as her, because she couldn't see anything, not even a possible door. There was a scrape from above, and then a rough voice followed:

"Come here under the light you mudblood."

It growled at her. She looked around and saw that a trapdoor had opened in the ceiling and there was a shadow of a man's face poking through. She tried to get up and yelped, her foot hurt. She had probably broken or sprained it on her way here, wherever this was.

"Hurry up you scum."

The voice demanded again.

"C-c-com-coming s-sir."

She said in a shaky voice. She couldn't say much else because her throat hurt. It felt dry, she guessed that she had been succumbed to the same pain that the person above her, and had lost her voice.

"I don't have all day slave. HURRY UP!"

He yelled, making her flinch. She quickly tried to get up to walk over to him and the light, although that was the last place she wanted to be at the moment. When she got over there she looked down at herself, rags soaked in blood covered her body, her hands and arms covered in scabs and bruises. Looking around in the light she saw an empty wooden room that looked like it could have been a cellar. Looking up, she saw through the trapdoor, a luxurious room with chandeliers and crystals, only ruined by the scraggly face that reappeared in front of her.

"Move it scum."

He commanded. He didn't seem like a very nice man. Always calling her mudblood, scum, or slave.

"The Dark Lord doesn't have time to wait for you. He is a busy man."

She looked around trying to figure out how she could even get up to the trapdoor. The ceiling was about 12 feet tall, and she certainly couldn't jump that high, even if her ankle was better.

"H-how do I g-get up?"

She asked the man, worrying that he would make her jump.

"Why you jump of course idiot. Use your good for nothing legs and jump!"

He was becoming more and more frustrated. She looked around her and went back a few paces before running and jumping towards the trapdoor. She missed, and the man up there laughed. She looked at him, scowling, and tried again this time going back a little further. This time when she jumped her hand just scraped the bottom of the trapdoor, and his laugh made her even more determined to make the jump. She jumped, and her frail hands caught hold of the edge of the trapdoor, she gasped, as she struggled to use what arm strength she had left to pull herself up. She really hoped that she didn't have to do this again any time soon. Once she was up, the man that the scraggly face belonged to, grabbed her wrists from behind, and pulled them. He shouted over his shoulder for someone to come over there, and she felt a blindfold cover her eyes.

"Get off me!"

She yelled. They only twisted her arms further. Every so often they would stop suddenly and she would fall, her arms and legs twisting in a bad way. They would laugh. She wondered where she was, and who these people were, and why they thought that they had the right to hurt her like that. She definitely wondered who their so called Dark Lord was, and why they kept calling her Mudblood or scum. They finally arrived at a black marble door. It was about 15 feet high, certainly higher than the celling in her cellar. Again, she wondered where she was. Just then an important looking man came from inside the door, saw her, and smiled. She just scowled back. She would not give these men the satisfaction of knowing that they had made her smile. He came up and stroked her cheek. She just struggled to get away from him.

"I'll take her from here lads."

He told the people holding her. Then he took some strange stick, pointed it at her, and all of the sudden she felt like she was floating. She looked down. She was floating.

"Oh no."

She mumbled really quietly. Her brain started shutting off and going into panic attack mode. She froze for a few minutes as he was floating her along, until they reached a larger black door. This one had some kind of snake inside of a skull design in white on the door. As they neared it, she noticed that the door handles had the same design on it.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

She heard that scream from earlier again, and flinched. It was from inside the room she was about to go in. The man in front of her didn't even notice.

"PLEASE I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! I DIDN'T STEAL MAGIC!"

The woman inside was yelling even more. Magic? What did any of this have to do with magic? All of the sudden those two doors opened, and she froze again. Inside was a snake looking man with no nose, a white face, no shoes, and blood red eyes. He was watching a crazed woman with black curly hair do something to the woman with a knife and another one of those sticks. When they walked in, the man's eyes snapped up and locked with hers. She couldn't take them away. After a minute his eyes switched to the man that had brought her.

"You may go Rodolphusss…"

He said. Not only did he look like a snake, but he sounded like one too! She looked back at who must have been Rodolphus

"Of course my lord. I shall be back in 30 minutes time to recollect her."

He said. Then he looked at her, winked, smiled, and walked out the door. There was a boom as he closed it. That boom represented her closure. Her enslavement. The end of her normal time, if it even was normal. She tried to take a step back as the snake man walked towards her, but found she couldn't move. Looking straight at her he said

"Kill the spare Bellatrix."

And the lady with the black curly hair laughed and shot a green string of light in the woman's direction. She looked at the woman on the floor. Her eyes, were staring straight at her. As if she was warning her to get out of here as soon as she could. She knew, "at once, that this would be her fate.

"Ah, thank you. That woman was a wasste of my time, and sshe knew it."

The snake man said.

"Now Bellatrix, it iss time to welcome our new guesst."

He laughed. The last thing she remembered before blacking out, was the woman laughing and shooting a something at her as the man said:

"Hermione Granger."

A/N: Sorry for the cliff hanger!