I was terrified. But, I willed myself to push down the terror and panic—I had to be strong.

"Keep walking." The voice commanded me.

I didn't think it was worth my while to protest, so instead I blindly followed my captor.

The blindfold over my eyes prevented me from seeing who he was, but from his gruff, familiar voice I could surmise that this was Yaxley.

I could feel his cold grasp pushing me onward, so I kept walking.

Only yesterday was I celebrating my nineteenth birthday. Now, I was probably going to die.

Soon, I lost track of the number of turns my captor and I took. He didn't say anything but his grasp never relaxed.

"Yaxley?" I suddenly hear a voice somewhere in front of us.

I feel a slight pride in myself for being able to recognize my captor just from one phrase.

My Dad would be proud.

And James… James would try to shield me from everything… Would I ever see my family again?

I had lost Dad when I was just a little girl. The Death-Eaters found us, and my Dad had agreed to surrender himself if they spared our lives. James, Albus, Mom, and I were sent to away to a housing unit for blood-traitors.

Only those children who were deemed to have blood "pure enough" were allowed to attend Hogwarts.

I once asked James why they didn't just kill us off.

"It's because their scared of dying out," I remember James telling Albus and I, "that's why they won't hurt Mom… she's a pure-blood, and there's not many of them left."

Only two months ago, I joined the Resistance, an underground group, which was fighting against Voldemort's reign. James had been against the idea… I guess he had been right. Now, I was being led to my execution.

I feel Yaxley's arm tighten around my forearm, and I wince from the pain.

"Move aside. I am here to see the Dark Lord… I found her."

My heart drops.

I was surely going to die.


When my blind- fold is finally taken off, I am shocked by how bright the room is. I look around and to my horror I see that I am in a huge room, and I surrounded by Death Eaters. I recognize some faces.

I see the pale face of Draco Malfoy whose hand is on the shoulder of a familiar looking boy. Our eyes meet for a second, but he looks away quickly.

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise…"

I suddenly wish that I had my blind-fold back on, and my eyes dart away from the Malfoy family toward the speaker. The face that is speaking to me is so horrid that I feel like screaming out in terror. This is the man that haunted my nightmares ever since I was little.

"Greyback… you are scaring the girl…" another voice says, but I don't take my eyes off of the monster that is creeping closer to me.

I take a couple of steps back but I feel Yaxley push me forward.

"ENOUGH."

The voice is high-pitched, cold, and commanding. It's the voice of the Dark Lord. Greyback immediately steps back into the crowd.

I don't want to look up at the speaker, but I force myself to meet his eyes.

However, my eyes are not drawn to his red ones, but to the women next to him. I recognize her instantly. It's Bellatrix Lestrange. She was the one who had found us. She was the one who killed Dad. She's older then I remember and she looks worn, but the manic grin that I remember so well is still etched upon her ragged face.

Now, I jut out my chin, willing myself not to cry. I face the Dark Lord. He looks at me for a long while, and the room is silent.

Then, he speaks.

"What do you think, Bellatrix? What should we do with Lily Potter?"

A wicked grin plays at her mouth. I see her mouth moving, but I cannot hear her. The room seems to be spinning. Right before I fall, I look away from Bellatrix and see the grey eyes of the Malfoy boy. And then, everything goes black.