Voldemort stared along the line of his followers, glaring at each of them in turn and he smirking wickedly as they squirmed under his gaze. This was how it was always meant to be; he with the power to make grown men cower with a single look, to make people so afraid they did not even dare to speak his name, to-

He paused.

Only one pair of eyes met his in return. Her gaze was steady. She did not blink once, not even as the Dark Lord rose to his feet and glided along the floor towards her.

She was a pretty girl, he thought, if one cared for such things. Her hair fell in glossy chestnut waves down to her waist, her brown eyes wide and heavily lashed. Her skin was pale, but not unhealthily so; a light flush of pink lay on her cheekbones, which in this flickering light became even more defined. The girl's lips were a deep pink, overall giving her the look of an expensive china doll.

In short? Rosaline Darcey was perfect. But of course she was, he'd made sure of that.

Voldemort stood in front of her, yet spoke to all of the Death Eaters.

"My followers."

The fact Rosaline had still not looked away, had reinforced that it must be her.

"You returned here tonight, to hear of my latest plan."

A few closest to him smiled, but the others looked uneasy. They all instantly wondered who would be the subject of this idea and hoped it would not be them. Things did not usually go well for those most closely involved.

"As you are all well aware, Malfoys son Draco attends Hogwarts. However, usual as this is, I have a thirst for more knowledge of what goes on at that school."

Lucius Malfoy spoke suddenly, the dim light highlighting deep bags of worry underneath his eyes.

"My Lord… my son… surely he can find out what you need-"
Voldemort raised a hand, and Malfoy was silenced.

"Your son, Lucius, has not bonded well with certain students. These are the people I need to know more about. I need to get inside the heads of the other side."

A silence fell over the room. All eyes fell on to Snape, a known double agent.

"My Lord, I-"
Voldemort raised a hand once again as Snape spoke, clearly getting angrier by the second.

"All of these interruptions. Have you no respect for your Lord?" he said, staring again down the line. "Sevurus will not be my spy for this part. I doubt he has bonded well with these people either. This is where Miss Darcey comes into play."

Rosaline gulped. She'd known this day would come, eventually. The day the Dark Lord actually needed her. Her freedom had lasted a while; it had been almost 8 years since the Death Eaters had found her. She supposed in a way she owed them everything, her life, her looks…

She'd been 8 when her Mother was killed. Having never met her Father, no one was around to save little Rosie the day everything went wrong. It had started off like any other; a lazy summer afternoon. Rosie had returned home later that evening to find her house in flames.

She couldn't really remember much else after that.

They'd found her, though Voldemort's followers, lying as broken and ruined as the house that lay around her. They'd fixed her, and shipped her off to France to live with a new family. Everything was fine. Untill now.