Authors Note: One thing you must know about my story is that it takes place during seventh year; I just mixed things around a bit. Dumbledore is not yet dead, Malfoy only just received orders to kill him. Harry, Hermione, and Ron, are still going to Hogwarts, the Ministry hasn't fallen, (yet) and I won't tell you anymore from here or else I shall tell you the story! Sorry if you don't like me messing around a bit, but this is MY story, just not my characters…or anything else for that matter. Except Sophie! She is mine, and the plot, obviously.

Chapter One-

My entire body shook as I stared at the man in front of me, unexplainable fear racing through every fiber of my being. His cold hollow eyes glowered down at me and I felt week and helpless under his intense gaze.

"Stand" He commanded, and my chair was thrown backwards at my eagerness to obey which was purely driven by the fear that the man had over me, if you could even call him a man anymore.

"Were does your allegiance lye?" He asked me, his eyes boring into me with such force that I knew even if I had wanted to lie he would have known.

"With you and only you!" I said, my voice sounding much more confident then I actually felt, and we both knew it.

A grin that held no real happiness spread across his face. "Of coarse it does." He held out a hand and gently held my chin, turning my head this way and that before he suddenly threw me back.

"She will need much work." He said coolly, looking up at my father, who stood to the side, ringing his hands as he watched his Lords inspection of me. "Her mother was a disgrace and that will play a part in her growth, but she can not be blamed, that is your fault." He spat at my father who simply bowed his head.

I looked to him but didn't dare speak; I was frozen with fear. He came towards me and put a comforting hand on my shoulder as the Dark Lord swiftly turned and left the room. "You will be great me child," My father whispered to me. "just you wait."

I closed me eyes at the memory. At the time I hadn't truly understood the meaning of my allegiance to the Dark Lord, I had been to consumed with fear, but now I realized that it was an intense and unbreakable vow to be his servant, and that I had made the right decision.

My Lord was powerful, brilliant, and astounding. My fear of him had shrunk over the past two years, but had not all together left. The Dark Lord wished to hold some fear in his servants, and he did a damn good job of it.

However, my respect for the man had increased greatly as he began to mold me to his liking. I could tell that to some point my father resented this. I could sense that he was almost jealous of the admiration I had for my Lord that he knew he would never posses, though he would never attempt to lessen it.

My father and I had an unusual relationship. We loved each other greatly, but ever since I could comprehend who and what my mother was I had resented him in a way that was unhealthy for a young daughter to feel towards her father.

My mother was a squib, who had been disowned by her family. As such she had taken up whoring. I imagined her being a cold and heartless beauty that got her kicks out of reeling in men and then leaving them with children that they could never properly care for.

Our house was hidden in a small, dirty and badly cared for muggle apartment complex. In-between two buildings was a small ally way that appeared to be empty except for a large smelly dumpster. On closer inspection one could find an old wooden door, floating atop and invisible patio. This was my home.

The house was very small on the inside. There were two rooms, one bathroom, and the living room and kitchen were virtually one in the same.

My eyes narrowed as I was drawn once again from my thoughts at the sound of the front door opening and closing. "Sophie?" the voice that I knew to be my fathers called out.

I waited a moment before responding taking a deep sigh. "In hear…"

I listened intently to the sound of his footsteps and didn't bother looking up when the sound came to and abrupt halt as he entered the room. "How was your day?" he asked, in the same attempt he always made at fatherly conversation.

I only answered him with my standard response of "Fine," I felt his eyes on me as I flipped a page in the book I had been reading. He watched me for a while. My father appeared to be in deep thought.

I finally looked up from my book, staring him down. I never one at these staring contests, my father was far more powerful then I though I hated to admit it.

However tonight, he was the one to look away, as he took of his cloak and tossed it across the large couch that was to my right.

He walked into the kitchen and pulled out a box of left over spaghetti from the night before. He didn't bother worming it up, he simply grabbed a fork, tossed the lid on the counter and then came back into the living room and dropped down on the couch, which sunk dangerously under his weight.

He began stabbing at his meal as I watched him closely. These mannerisms were very unusual for him. Usually he insisted upon us making a "proper meal" and sitting at the table. This was very strange behavior.

When he realized that I was still watching him he looked up at me. I gave him a questioning look and he simply shrugged. "m' just tired." He said, taking another stab at his food.

I simply raised my eyebrows in a "whatever" sort of way and looked back down at my book. It was another few moments before he spoke again. "We 'ave a meeting with the Dark Lord tonight."

I turned my head once again to look at him. "Yes, I know," I said, trying my best not to sound like I was snapped at him.

He didn't speak for another few moments. "I think he fancies you." At this I closed my book with a snap and stared at him in bewilderment.

"Okay, there are two rezones why that's stupid. Number one, I'm only sixteen, and number tw-" My dad cut me off, holding his hand up in a motion for me to stop, and barley concealing a laugh.

"Not like that!" He said looking at me with a small smile on his face "I mean, like he thinks you're strong, you know, like one of his better servants." He said, his eyes boring into me, as if I had some hidden information that I wasn't giving him.

"That's not possible, I've hardly done anything, and if he did "fancy" anyone it would most definitely be Bellatrix. Not me." I said simply, opening my book once again, and searching through it for the page I had left off at.

"Well, Yes, but you are still one to be considered as an ally, rather than just a servant." He said looking away from me as he dove into his spaghetti once again.

"Though clumsy you may be with some of your spell work, you are very devoted to him, and he sees that."

I once again looked away from my book to stare at him, a questioning expression on my face. "What do you know that I don't, old man?"

He simply shrugged, though the knowing expression in his eyes told other wise. I folded the page so that I would not loose my place again and closed my book before quickly standing from my seat. "Fine,"

I briskly walked away, though the walk to my room was not long enough to have any kind of real meaning in it. Once I was inside I tossed the book onto the small nightstand next to my bed before going through another door that led to the bathroom.

Once I reached the sink I leaned against the small counter and stared at my reflection and found two round hazel eyes staring back at me.

I had deep chocolate brown hair that was dead straight no matter what I did and reached halfway down my neck. My skin was not an exotic golden brown, but it did have a soft tan, and freckles were speckled across my nose and cheeks. I was slim but my chest was hardly anything remarkable.

I stared at the reflection for a few moments longer before finally tearing my eyes away and turning on the facet to wash my face.

I began reaching grasping around for the washcloth, and when I finally found it I gently began patting my face dry, not wanting to look back at the mirror for a rezone that was unknown to even me.

Once that was done I applied some brown eye shadow and eyeliner to my eyes, along with a thin layer of mascara and some lip-gloss.

I searched through the drawers for my brush for a moment, which once found I used to brush my hair while attempting to brush my teeth at the same time. Now that took some coordination.

Finally I walked back to my room and began digging through my wardrobe. I pulled out a deep maroon sweater, and a pair of black jeans along with a white lacy tank that appeared were the sweaters neckline ended along with a pair of black ballet flats.

I surveyed myself in the mirror, before heading back out of the room to join my father once more.

He had finished his meal and now appeared to be doing nothing more then waiting for me, both of our cloaks over his arm. "Is it time to go already?" I asked turning to look at the clock. Sure enough it was already eleven forty three, and the meeting began at twelve.

"Yeah," He said dully, standing up and walking towards the door. He would apparate us there from outside, because nobody could apparate in or out of the house.

Once we reached the door he put a hand on the doorknob but did not make a move to open it. He turned to look at me once again instead.

"You need to know, that no matter what the Dark Lord asks of you, you must do it. Or there may be serious consequences." His voice was low, it almost sounded fearful.

I looked at him, unsure of what to say. "I…I know." I said simply. He nodded, not looking at me anymore and made a move to open the door but I stopped him.

"What have you heard? Please tell me." I said not daring to take me eyes off of him.

He sighed deeply before finally looking at me again. "He has plans for you, though I don't know what."

My eye's widened but I didn't ask anymore as my father pushed open the door. The night was cool and I reached out for my cloak almost immediately when we stepped outside. I pulled the hood over my head as we walked down the steps that were only visible to us.

Once we reached the ground the steps, along with the porch and door all vanished. He held out his arm and a grasped it tightly before he apparated us. I hated the feeling; it was like being sucked through a straw.

We came to a stop in a dark forest. I was disoriented for a moment, but I quickly regained composure and started at a brisk walk after my father whose face was now covered with a pale mask. I did not have one, nor had I been given the mark that was bestowed upon most death eaters.

Once we came to a large clearing we saw a small house, smoke rising from the chimney, along with a few people entering the building.

My father turned and allowed me to go through first, watching me as I walked past him.

There was no handle on the door. I knocked on it and a small grate opened and two eyes appeared, staring down at me. "Were do your allegiances lye?" It asked, the question that seemed as old as time.

"The Dark Lord," I said my voice powerful as the words escaped my lips. The grate closed and the door swung open.

I stepped inside, my father close behind, and found the room full. Most of the members had taken off their masks. Bellatrix Lastrange was the one who had been at the door. I looked to her and nodded. She did the same before turning on her heel and walking away. We had never been the best of friends, but we at least didn't hate each other.

I walked over to the circle that my father had joined, having removed his own mask. I stood next to him as he continued his conversation about possible meeting places for next time with a Death Eater that I knew to be named Nott.

The conversation continued for about ten minutes though I wasn't really listening. Finally the voices in the room died out as a large snake began to make its way into the room, snapping at people's ankles as it went. It finally stopped when it reached a large armchair that sat directly in front of the fireplace. We all watched the snake in silence before we heard the sound of footsteps coming towards us.

I felt my father stiffen as the man of the hour slowly made his way out of the shadows and into the light, not looking at any of us as he made his way to the armchair were his pet was waiting for him.

He sat down; all of his movements were slow and graceful even in doing such a simple task. The man never ceased to be great.

There was silence for a moment longer before his cold high voice filled the room.

"You are all here, because you have completed your tasks, you are unable to complete them, or you have not yet been assigned one." He said, looking from one face to the other, his gaze never faltering.

When nobody said anything he began to speak again "Bellatrix. Your attack on the muggle ministry?"

Bellatrix lips twisted into an almost mad grin. "Completed, two officials were killed and the Junior Minister was fired for "unreasonable behavior" I believe they called it."

The Dark lord simply nodded before moving on to someone else. "Nott. Have you taken out anymore muggles?"

Nott nodded his head. "Took out half the east coast with a hurricane, and took out several more by collapsing a major bridge." Another nod and the Dark Lord moved on.

"Crabbe, your inferi attack?" Crabbe stood in silence for a moment.

"They had protection against inferi…" He said not daring to look at his master for fear of what might happen to him. However he only nodded once more. "As I expected."

He moved on through the rest of his Death Eaters until all that were left were two scrawny looking old woman, a woman who I knew to be Narcissa Malfoy, and myself.

The dark lord moved towards the two old women who appeared to be together. "Redunda and Scarlet," He said looking from one woman to the other, examining them both equally. "You are to invade the Ministry however you can, and report back to me with their plans."

He moved onto Narcissa, a truly evil look of contentment on his face. She looked up at him, her face strong and expression unchanging, though on closer expression you could see her hands shaking as she held them tight to her sides. "I have a special job for your son."

The woman just continued to watch him in earnest. It appeared that she had been expecting something like this. "His assignment is to take out…" He paused, if it wasn't for who he was I would have thought it was for dramatic affect "…Albus Dumbledore."

I stared. The boy that he spoke of was my age; assigning him an assignment such as this was like sentencing him to death.

Narcissa's expression had finally faltered. "My Lord, he is only a boy, you can hardly exp-" But he held up a hand to stop her. "This is what I want. Do not argue."

She was quite once more, though her breathing was much quicker then before and her lips began twitching as if she had to fight not to speak. "You may leave, Bellatrix may go with you." He said gesturing towards the door. It appeared that she did not need to be told twice as she turned on her heal and walked towards the door. "Cissa…" called Bellatrix, following behind her quickly. As soon as the two were gone there was silence once more.

Now all that was left was me. He turned slowly on the spot to face me, what can only be described as a grin on his face. "Well Miss Burden, it appears that you have no assignment at this current time, does it not?" I nodded my head vigorously as he approached me.

"We'll have to change that then." I looked up at him as he said the words and found myself more fearful then I ever had been in his presence.

My father brushed against me and I had to try very hard not to look at him.

"I want you to go to Hogwarts this year, I will supply you with the money you will need for books and robes." He said, I waited for him to continue but he said no more.

"May I ask what for sir?" I said, my voice less confident then when I had spoken to Bellatrix what felt like hours before.

He grinned; he had obviously been waiting for me to ask. "My wish is for you to keep an eye on Harry Potter,"

I gave a small nod that I understood. "Become close to him, befriend him, do everything in your power to get on his good side," I nodded once again.

There were a few more moments of silence before he stepped back from me and looked around at the remaining death eaters. "That is all." He said finally. With those words he turned on his heel and left us to ourselves once more. I looked to my father, who was staring down at me, an expression of relief on his face. "I had feared that it would be something far worse."