A.N. This is a three way crossover. It centers around the Harry Potter universe, but will eventually evolve to include Star Wars and Warrior cats. This is my first story, and I hope you enjoy! Review for more! :) The next chapter should be up in a week.

Amaria never had an easy life. It didn't help, the fact that Lunis, her husband, had died two years ago. Nor the fact that her one of her daughters, Emma, was murdered by her other daughter, Siri. NOR the face that Lord Voldemort had been hunting her and her only remaining daughter down ever since his resurrection. Now, Amaria stood over the dead body of her best friend, Kili Wagner, killed by the woman she thought was her daughter. The murderer stood in front of her, covered in blood. Her daughter was being held back by three burly, clad in black death eaters.

"Wormtail," murmured a high, cold voice. "dispose of the body, and be ready for more."

"Yes, m-m'lord." stuttered a short, rat like man, levitating the body of her best friend up and out of the room.

"I will give you one last chance, Amaria Haven. Join me, or die." he hissed, twirling his wand through the air. Amaria pretended to think.

"Hmm...join you or die...join you or die...what to pick..." she mused. "Oh, I know!" Immediately, she waved her hands in an intricate movement, blasting the men who were holding Celeste back. Instantly, followers of Voldemort everywhere in the room drew their wands at her.

"No!" yelled a voice from the right of Voldemort. "Let her go. She is of no use to us." There was the familiar crack of someone apparating away, and all the followers sat - all except one.

"Siri," Voldemort whispered. "You know what to do." Siri stepped forward, wand in hand.

"Hello, mother." she crooned. "You're looking fine today."

"Enough with the formalities, Siri dear." Amaria snapped. "If you are going to kill me, don't stall."

"Oh no mother." Siri hissed. "The order has no more use of you. You have given them their information. They wouldn't mind me...playing with you a bit. I'm going to have a lot of fun with you." She cackled gleefully, and it was then, Amaria knew, that she was screwed even more than Kili was.