Charlotte Walker sat down on the wooden stool in her small flat and sighed. She just wrapped up another day of questioning possible witnesses and once again it went nowhere. She pushed her slender fingers through her long red hair and let out another exasperated sigh. A nervous habit she had recently picked up do the stressful times that had currently befallen her precious world. Voldemort was back in full power after so long of being dormant being. Harry Potter, their only source of victory, had not been seen or heard from for a couple of weeks now. She bit her lip wondering if he was still alive. Without the Chosen One, the whole world will perish under the leadership of a twisted man.

She knew she would be one of the first to die after the golden trio. She was an auror and known as one of the people that wanted to bring down Lord Voldemort. Once the ministry was taken over by his supporters, she went into hiding. She was a pure blood and her parents disowned her a long time ago. A Slytherin who is an auror, how embarrassing. The red head sighed and stood up walking towards the wooden closet to hang up her cloak. Tomorrow was another day to try and gather more information from the locals around town.

The wind started to howl outside as she walked upstairs to her bedroom. She looked at the windows feeling a small draft. Had she left those open? She shrugged it off and walked towards the windows. She closed each one and even placed the safety latch on. Charlotte grabbed her want and pointed towards the small fire place. A quick spell and a fire was roaring causing the room to become cozy. She slowly removed her sweat shirt revealing a plain white t-shirt.

A silver locket suddenly hit the soft skin between the top of her cleavage and the beginning of her neck. She reached the cold medal around her neck and closed her eyes. Charlotte could still remember the day they broke up. Their views were too different. She believed all people were equal and he was starting to become too much like his father. There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't think about him.

Creak!

She looked up hearing the wooden floor behind her creak like someone was behind her. She ignored the noise and lifted her leg up to take her shoes off. She tossed off the left shoe and then the right shoe. The noise ceased from the shoes and she sighed once more starting to relax. The floor creaked once more and she could feel the wood vibrate under her. Her head shot up to look at the mirror and she noticed a figure in a black cloak about five feet behind her. Their wand was out in front of them pointing at her. She nearly screamed and turned around to see the cloaked figure no longer behind her.

Her heart started to pound wildly as she could clearly hear it in her ears. Charlotte tried to keep calm as she turned on her heel and looked in the mirror once more. The figure did not show back up, so she figured it was all in her imagination. The second war was starting to have a huge effect on her mentally. She suddenly heard a crash downstairs and jumped. The cool chill from outside started to cause her to shiver. She walked to the door and started to walk downstairs. By the time she walked to the bottom step it was too late, three black cloaked figures were staring at her.

"What are you doing here?" Charlotte asked and slowly started to climb up the wooden step planning on running for it until she bumped into a figure behind her. She turned around and screamed as the figure suddenly placed his right hand on the back of her head. His left hand swiftly moved and cupped it around her mouth to silence her. The quick thinking red head moved to try and grab her wand from the inside of her cloak. Her arms were suddenly grabbed as soon as one of the trespassers knew what she was doing.

"Ah!" she screamed in pain as the figure pressed roughly on her wrist causing her to drop the wand to the floor. The man that had a hold of her body suddenly pushed her towards the two men and they quickly held on to her roughly. One of the men leaned in and started to smell her. She tried to move away and his right arm suddenly shot up grabbing her chin roughly. He leaned in and started to sniff her hair and chuckled in her ear.

"I can smell the fear. . . It smells so. . . intoxicating," the man teased the woman and smiled even wider. She tried to move yet the man brought her face closer and slowly licked her cheek. She nearly vomited as she tried to get away from him once more. The man growled and moved his other arm to punch her stomach. She suddenly fell forward doubling over in pain. She started to gasp as the man that stopped her on the stairs started to walk over to her. He had her wand in his right hand tapping it against the palm of his left hand.

"You shall not be needing this anymore," he smiled and snapped the wand into. She flinched at the crack as the man dropped the now useless piece of wood in front of her. Charlotte looked at the three men that surrounded her. She knew they were death eaters, but how did they find her? No one knew her true identity around here. She made sure to wipe their memory just in case she slipped up during her investigations.

"We must bring her back alive. Give me five minutes with her in that lovely bedroom of hers and she might be back alive," the man that licked her laughed wickedly. The man that broke her wand immediately looked at him with a demeanor of disgust.

"We must bring her back to the manor at once. We are already late," the wand breaker growled and looked at the woman. The bottom of his face could be seen with a twisted smirk. He suddenly reached out and grabbed her roughly by her hair. She whimpered in pain and slowly stood up to alleviate the pain of him pulling on her hair.

"And now off to Malfoy Manor," he smiled and the group of four walked out of the place she called home and towards Malfoy Manor. She didn't know what to expect being surrounded by the three men. The one that wanted to prey on her continued to whisper vulgar things that he wanted to do to her. Charlotte gulped as she could see they were nearing the manor. A huge manor was protected by a tall black fence. They walked down the hallway and her stomach started to get butterflies in it. This is what used to keep her up at night. The fear of one day being caught by these people and being tortured was now real.

A black haired woman stood impatiently at the gate waiting for them to approach her. She suddenly had a sick smile on her face once she saw the young auror standing in front of her. A wicked laugh suddenly erupted from her lips as if she had heard the most enjoyable joke. The laugh caused Charlotte's spine to shiver as she was suddenly pressed forcefully against the fence.

"We finally nabbed her in the hide out. She didn't know what was coming to her, Bellatrix," the man laughed wickedly as Charlotte closed her eyes. She didn't want to see anymore of this. She was in a nightmare. This had to be a nightmare. All of the training and she was going to die by the hands of a crazed lunatic.

"The Dark Lord will be happy to see you," she laughed once more and opened the gate allowing her and her three captors to be let in. The woman continued to laugh to herself and twirl around like a small child on Christmas. They continued to walk until suddenly they were in a big room. She immediately recognized Lucius Malfoy amongst the people in the room. Azkaban seemed to have been hell on him. He looked years older and more desperate than ever to please the Dark Lord.

"Now tell us where the rest of your friends are and you might be able to still be alive until morning," Bellatrix growled as he circled around Charlotte like a shark. Her black dress followed behind her as she looked at the ground. Bellatrix suddenly stopped and started to tap her foot impatiently.

"You dare not answer my question you filthy blood traitor?" she screamed making sure to put emphasis on the words dare and blood traitor. The nineteen year old remained quiet and continued to stare at the ground. Bellatrix giggled softly and pointed her wand at her. The victim immediately grabbed her locket and waited for the pain to come. Bellatrix stopped immediately noticing the sudden movement for the locket.

"You think this worthless jewelry is going to protect you from the cruciatus curse?" she asked with a laugh. She quickly moved towards her, the high heels clunking on the ground. Bellatrix grabbed her hand roughly and shoved it away from the locket.

"No, don't," she begged and she smiled suddenly ripping it from around her neck. She ripped open the heart shaped locket after looking at it with disgust.

"Young love," she laughed and stopped as she saw the couple in the locket laughing and cuddling with each other. Her hands started to shake as she suddenly threw the locket to the ground and turned to her brother in law.

"Get Draco down here this instant!" she hissed as Lucius immediately nodded and ran to get his only son. Charlotte remained still as Bellatrix looked at her with a crooked smile.

"My nephew dated an auror. . ." she spat in disgust on the floor. Bellatrix waited for her nephew to walk in the room. She spoke with hatred at the thought of her precious nephew being with a blood traitor. He had to be thinking with something else to ever want to do that. The double doors suddenly opened showing a confused Draco.

"Draco, sweetie, I have someone for you to meet," she smiled and waved him closer to her. He nodded and slowly made his way over to his deranged aunt. Charlotte continued to look down. By this point she was on her knees from the curses some one was whispering to her. Bellatrix was in front of the woman and smiled.

"Do you recognize her?" Bellatrix asked and suddenly moved out of the way of the woman. Charlotte didn't move as her red hair blocked her face. The silver locket that once accompanied her chest was now next to her closed. Bellatrix growled in annoyance and grabbed Charlotte's hair forcing her to look at Draco. Draco tried to keep his emotions down as he stared at the woman he once confessed to love. His Charlotte was now on her knees looking at him. Tears were filling her eyes as she whimpered and tried to move away from the woman pulling her hair.

"Did you. . . share relations . . . with this filth?" she asked with disgust and shook her hand angrily causing the red head's head to shake. Draco didn't know what to tell them. She was two years older than him and they had a thing when he was in fifth year and she was in her seventh. The time they had was magical until he started getting more into the dark magic. Charlotte noticed he was becoming more like his father and Voldemort. She broke it off, but apparently he never forgot about her.

Draco snorted and rolled his eyes. He now had to persuade his family that this wasn't the girl who once held his heart and then crushed it to tiny pieces. The woman who brought out the good in him until the dark took control of his heart. Oh how she would be so disappointed in him if she could find out what he had done.

"This must be a woman that was obsessed with me in school. Nothing more or less," he shrugged it off and Bellatrix smiled. She knew her precious nephew would never commit such a travesty as going behind his family's back to date a blood traitor.

"Perfect, well then, answer my questions, girl, if you know what is good for you," she growled and shoved her head to the front of her body. Charlotte remained quiet as she closed her eyes. Bellatrix smiled and cleared her throat.

"Crucio!" she screamed and smiled. Charlotte's screams filled the room followed by her laughter as she made sure to keep her wand pointed to her. Charlotte could have sworn she heard another voice. A scream of no filled the room as she saw Draco looking at her with fear and sadness in his eyes. There was nothing he could do now, but watch her getting tortured by his sick aunt.