Everything You Know

Summary: Grace Turner is a prisoner of lord Voldemort through a debt made between the dark lord and her father. The only constant in her live in the torture that Voldemort and a few of his inner circle followers cast upon her. So when she meets the young son of one of her tormenters it's only natural for her to be afraid. Without knowing the true reason why the dark lord has kept her alive, Grace finds herself leaning towards the only comfort offered to her as things turn from dark to black.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters. They belong to their creator.

Prologue
(18 years ago)

Greg Turner, a greedy young man, stared at the person in front of him. Well…not exactly in front of him but she was just across the busy street. The woman of his dreams…the beautiful, charismatic Charlene Cahill. He watched her with her friends and he knew that he had to have her. This was why he was hiding in a shadowy alley and waiting impatiently. His foot tapped out the seconds. Each tap made the young man more and more impatient.

"Patience is a virtue Mr. Turner." A cold voice said from behind him. Greg went stiff and turned around. Standing behind him was a tall man with the face of a snake and a black cloak draped around him. "What do you want? I am a busy wizard and I have not the time for such foolishness."

"I want…need your help." Greg said, forcing himself to remain calm.

"And why should I…Lord Voldemort…help you?" The snake faced man asked, advancing on the other man.

"I can repay you…anything you want." Greg said.

"Anything?" Voldemort asked.

"Anything." Greg said firmly.

"And what if that anything just so happened to be something very dear and precious to you?" Voldemort asked.

"Name your price." Greg said.

"I know what it is you want." Voldemort said, gazing up at Charlene as the woman laughed. His gaze fell back on the young man in front of him. "You can have what you want…" Greg smiled triumphantly. "At the price of a child."

"A…child?" Greg asked, his smile fading.

"Not just any child…your child." Voldemort said.

"I have no child." Greg said.

"When you do." Voldemort said. "When you have a beautiful baby girl…she will be marked. And I will collect her when the time comes." His hand shot out and grasped Greg's forearm. The young man yelled and tried twisting away. Voldemort said a spell and the dark mark appeared, small but noticeable, on Greg's wrist. "When your child is born…and when you hold her…that mark will move to her."

"What if I don't have a girl?" Greg asked. Voldemort just smiled and vanished.

(17 years ago)

"Merlin's beard, what is happening in there?" Greg muttered, pausing from his pacing and looking at the door of the room his wife was currently trying to give birth in. He had proposed to Charlene after only two weeks of them being together and she, remarkably, accepted. Five months after that, they married and Charlene confessed to being pregnant. Greg didn't know what to say or how to react so he forced a smile and told her it was wonderful even though he was secretly terrified.

Now, almost an exact year after he had made the pact with Voldemort, Charlene was having difficulties birthing their child. Greg had been asked to leave the room as soon as he started looking nauseated and now he was pacing in front of the door, listening to his wife's screams of pain. His face as white as parchment and his heart racing.

"Please…not a girl. Anything but a girl." Greg muttered. Things were quiet for quite a few minutes and then there was crying from inside the room. Another few minutes passed and the door opened.

"Congratulations Mr. Turner. You have a beautiful baby girl." The Healer at the door said. Greg desperately kept the fear from his face and, yet again, forced a smile in its place.

"My wife?" He asked.

"She's fine." The healer said. "You may come see for yourself." Greg just nodded and went into the room.

"Darling, come look." Charlene said. Greg gulped as he stood next to the bed and looked down at the little girl in his wife's arms. All that fuss for such a tiny baby? "Would you like to hold her?"

"No!" Greg said, too quickly. Charlene looked at him with hurt eyes. "Uh…I mean…I would love to…but I must go to work soon and announce the magnificent news."

"Oh." Charlene said. "Do you have a name in mind?"

"None." Greg said.

"What about…Grace Abigail Turner?" Charlene asked. "Grace after my sister who died many years before, Abigail after your favourite aunt…"

"It's a good name." Greg said. "Now I must go. I'll be back later."

"Alright…" Charlene said. Greg left, hating himself for the hundredth time for making that damned deal with the Dark Lord.

It only took a month for Greg to curse his daughter. He had been good until then, keeping his distance from her. A soft touch now and then but never holding her. Not until one night that Charlene had fallen asleep earlier then usual and he lay awake. He heard the soft crying from the next room as his baby girl woke and demanded something or another. Without even thinking, Greg rose from his bed, left his room and entered Grace's. He looked down at her in her crib, watching her cry for a moment before he absently reached down and picked her up. It was then that a horrible pain spread from his marked wrist and across his hand before evaporating, only to be replaced the sound of Grace crying louder and wiggling in her father's hold as he knew pain filled her. Reluctantly, he peeled back the blanket and watched as the black mark slid up his daughter's arm and rested on her own wrist.

"Merlin's beard, what I have done." Greg muttered. He couldn't think of it. Surely, now that Voldemort was gone, there was nothing to worry about. The dark lord couldn't collect his payment if he was dead…right?

(3 years ago)

Grace lay on her bed, reading. Her dirty blonde hair falling over her shoulders and reaching down her curved back to her waist as she held herself up on her elbows. She bobbed her head slightly to the soft tune of an imaginary song that she was humming. Her knees bent as her feet moved back and forward in the air. Her dark blue eyes scanning the pages of the book in front of her.

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Grace flinched as her mother's voice suddenly shattered the somewhat peace of her house. "WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME THIS? GOOD GOD…WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL GRACE? WHEN THAT EVIL MAN CAME TO COLLECT HIS PAYMENT?"

"What the…" Grace muttered, closing her book. She rolled onto her side before getting off her bed and quietly walking to her door.

"I didn't think he would return." Greg said. "It was just so…unlikely."

"If Dumbledore says he's back…" Charlene said. Grace popped her head out of her door and looked down the stairs to where her parents stood.

"Dumbledore says he's back…the ministry is saying that he isn't…" Greg said.

"Well who do you believe most?" Charlene asked.

"I don't know." Greg said.

"Who's back?" Grace asked, finally having enough of this and exiting her room, walking down the stairs to her bickering parents.

"Grace…" Charlene said. Grace raised an eyebrow. "Your father has something to tell you." With a final glare towards Greg, Charlene went up the stairs and into the room she shared with her husband. Greg and Grace flinched as the door closed.

"Dad?" Grace asked.

"You've heard of what the prophet has to say about what happened at the Triwizard Tournament." Greg said.

"Yes, of course." Grace said. "But what the bloody hell is mum going on about? Dad…what did she mean when she asked when you were going to tell me?"

"That mark on your wrist." Greg said. Grace looked down at her wrist at the black mark there. For her whole life, she didn't know what it was. It didn't look like anything but a black smudge. Greg sighed and brought his daughter over to the sofa where they sat down and he explained everything.

"You willingly traded me to the dark lord just so that you could impress mum and have her agree to marry you?" Grace said.

"You weren't born then." Greg said, trying to defend his actions.

"Is that why you think I'm a mistake?" Grace asked. "Because you never wanted children because of that damned deal…especially not a girl."

"I never thought you were a mistake." Greg said.

"You did too!" Grace said. "You've told so many bloody lies I can't believe what you say anymore." She sat in angry silence for a while. "When is he coming?"

"I don't know…why?" Greg asked.

"I need to get out of here before he does, don't I?" Grace asked. "I'm a week shy of being fifteen and just now finding out that I've been promised to the evilest of wizards our world has to offer. What am I supposed to be? A play thing, a bride, something he uses to take his anger out on?"

"He could have forgotten." Greg said. "He must have forgotten. He's been back for nearly a month."

"You've forgotten, dad." Grace said, glaring at her father. "This is Voldemort we're talking about." Her father flinched at the name. "I'm surprised he isn't standing at the door just waiting for the right moment to burst in."

"Why stand at a door when I can just burst in?" Greg and Grace both went incredibly stiff as the cold, hard voice filled the room. They turned to look at the dark lord who sat on the big chair a few feet from them. "I believe the time has come for me to collect my payment."

"No way." Grace said, backing up. "I…I…there is no bloody way I'm going anywhere with you."

"You have no choice." Voldemort said, rising gracefully from the chair and advancing on the retreating teenager.

"No…dad, do something." Grace said, looking hopelessly at her father.

"You will not take my daughter." Charlene said suddenly, coming down the stairs and pushing Grace behind her as she pulled her wand out.

"Silly witch." Voldemort said. "I don't enjoy killing much…well…actually…I do." He raised his own wand. "Now, you can keep your life and hand over your daughter…or you can die. Either way, I get her. There is no stopping me."

"I'd rather die then willing hand over my child." Charlene said.

"No! What are you doing?" Greg said, jumping over and standing by his wife. He too pulled out his wand, even though he knew it was useless.

"Tsk, tsk…I see there will be two more corpses added to the list." Voldemort said. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" A green light filled the room, along with the sounds of Grace screaming.