I was ten years old when was walking up to Malfoy Manor for the first time, my parents were leaving for six months and I was to spend my time with Bellatrix, learning dark magic before before I had to start school in September. Most of the time I wasn't Happy, I didn't like the fact I knew my parents were death eaters. They taught me all about how Mudbloods were filthy and I was never to associate with them Unless I were to cause them pain. My parents pushed me into the manor, shoving me out of the way so they could speak to Bellatrix.

"We don't want our daughter anywhere near that filthy creature in the cellars." My father speaks. "We need her to learn that they should not be allowed to live."

I did hear much until Bella's cold voice rang through the manor. "I'll teach her, soon I will have her torturing the mudbloods for pure pleasure." The woman laughed and I remembered just how much I hate my parents. I wasn't like the rest of them, I didn't enjoy torturing mudbloods, or anyone for that fact. My parents found a little muggleborn girl in wandering around the neighborhood when I was eight. They made me watch her as they used curses I had never even heard of. As they slashed blades against her pale skin, I never knew what happened to her. She was probably left to die once my parents left, I wish I could have spoken to her. I was forbidden to go into the cellars unless I was with my parents.

I sit in the Drawing room of Bella's home as my parents speak to her. It's near dead silent where I am except for soft whimpers coming from the dark basement. I slowly stand from my spot and walk towards the sound. The long staircase seems to go deep underground, I stop when the whimpering grows louder.

"Hello?" I whisper. "Who are you."

"I-I'm Hermione... but the lady calls me Mudblood." The girl cried. "She tortures me... I'm her slave... She took me from my parents house a few months ago. Who are you?" The girl asked with a shaky voice."

"My name is Cassiopeia, I'll be here for a few months. Does she ever let you out?" I Inquire.

Hermione shakes her head. "Not unless I have work to do, or she drags me down the hall into the torture chamber if I'm really bad, I broke a glass once and she had me tortured for hours for it."

"How old are you?" Cassie asked. "You're the tiniest girl I've ever seen."

"Nine." Hermione sighs softly. "I'll be ten in September on the nineteenth, but I forget what day it is now."

"It's June 18th." I tell her.

Hermione looks at me sadly. "I miss my parents." She cries. "They never hurt me, but Bellatrix told me they died in a car crash, she dressed all professionally and told me she was from child services. She took me here..."

"I can't help you..."

"Are you going to tell her?" Hermione asks frightened. "She would hurt me if she knew I dared to speak."

I shake my head. "No, I'm not supposed to be down here."

"CASSIOPEIA." Bellatrix yells loudly from the dinning room.

"I need to go!" I state before running off.

Bellatrix stands in the dinning hall when I arrive. "Yes Bella?" I reply looking at her. "Did my parents leave already?"

Bellatrix nods her head. "Cassiopeia, let me show you something." Bellatrix leads me down to the cellars and stops at Hermiones little cell.

"Wake Up Mudblood!" Bellatrix yells, unlocking the door and walking into the room. "Crucio!"

Hermione screams, I could tell it hurt. Crucio was the torture curse, my parents tried to teach it to me when they found the little mudblood girl walking about.

The screams go on for about five minutes. "Mudblood, this is my niece Cassiopeia, you will see her around when you are working. DO NOT SPEAK TO HER, unless she requires something. I do not wish for her to become friends with such filth." Bellatrix then turns to me.

"This goes for you as well, what are you ten,Do not associate with her unless you need something, understand? Mudblood is nine, I know you may get bored. The little Gloss girl will be coming as well. You can hang around her, the mudblood is not your friend, the mudblood is your enemy. Do not show her kindness,sympathy and when you are older I will show you how to torture them, you will show no mercy, or I will torture you as punishment. Do I make myself clear?" Bellatrix says glaring at me with Icy eyes, piercing mine like little daggers.

"Yes, I understand." I nod softly, not daring to cease eye contact.

"Very well Cassiopeia, go up to your room, up the stairs down the left hall, fifth door on the right. Your things will be there. I need to show the mudblood a few new curses." Bellatrix speaks a wide grin spreads over her face.

I walk out of the cellars and I hear the screams begins. My heart breaks for the small girl, trapped within the cellars. I sit in the small room by the windowsill looking out at the dark forest. All the mountains and the trees the large sky above me, We are in the middle of nowhere. Even though the manor is large I can hear Hermione's screams echo off the walls, through the entire house.

"Hello?" a small girl about my size and age calls. "Cassiopeia? I was told you were here. Im Natalie Gloss."

"Hello." I reply softly turning to meet the blonde haired girl. "How do you know me, I haven't seen you before."

"We met at the christmas Ball last year, Your aunt Narcissa put on, don you not remember?

I breathe heavily. "Yeah, I remember."

I walk over to the window and sit down looking outside as another set of the most horrible screaming filled the air. Bellatrix was torturing Hermione whom I had only met a little while ago. The girl wasn't even eleven yet and she probably had no idea she was a witch.

"Bellatrix is torturing someone again." Natalie stated, almost sounding sympathetic.

I roll my eyes, I was here to learn and thats what I would do, Bellatrix said I had to learn that these type of people do not belong on our earth. The torture they get is the rightful treatment they deserve. "She's a mudblood Natalie, Bellatrix says she deserves it."

Natalie walks over to the window. "What if it were you?" She asks taking a seat next to me. "Bellatrix favours use of the cruciatus curse. I've read about it in books before, it causes unimaginable pain. I wouldn't wish it upon anyone."

I look at Natalie "Im here to learn, this is not what I wish to do but I must do it, I fear Bellatrix and I do not wish to be punished." I turn around after hearing a weak pained voice.

"C-C-Cassiopeia?" Before me stand a bloody bruised hermione. "Bellatrix wants me to help you with anything you may need."

I look at the girl with Sympathy ignoring the blonde beside me. "No, we are fine." I say in a emotionless voice. Walking to my bed after the small girl leaves and taking a seat.

"Are you staying here, Natalie?" I ask her in a soft tone.

"Yes, I'll be staying here until school begins, just like you."

Natalie leaves after a while and I return to my spot by the window. I hear the young girl I met earlier speak in a shaky tone. Obviously she is very terrified.

~ Six Years Later ~

Cassie screamed at hermione. "YOU FILTHY GIRL!" She shrieked loudly dargging a knife through Hermione's arm.

Hermione screamed. "STOP IT! STOP IT!" She cried as tears ran freely down her cheeks. "I don't know anything, I don't know anything. PLEASE."

Cassiopeia smiled the smirk on her face was enough to tell just how much she was enjoying this mudbloods pain. "You really don't get it do you." Cassie said weilding a knife, she pressed the flat side to Hermione's cheeks she bent down so she was inches away from the girls face. "You little mudblood." She hissed. "You are even lower than dirt, if you were a part of the forest floor I would consider myself a traitor for walking upon you. You and your kind are the lowest of the low and if I wern't causing you pain I would kill myself for looking at you."

Hermione sobbed as Cassie spoke to her. "I am not filth." she said as proudly as she could manage under the extreme pain cassie had put her through.

With those words Cassie plunges the blade into Hermiones cheek and runs through the rest of her face until she reaches the chin. "Oh, but you are pet." Cassie laughs in a sinister tone. "You are."

Cassie pulls Hermione up by her hair and start dragging her out of her cell and down the cold stone hallway into the torture chamber. Throwing the girl onto the low table carlessly so she could be tortured Cassiopeia restrains her under tight restraints that only grow tighter as the person stuggles.

"Don't worry Mudblood." Cassie sings. "It will hurt terribly but the torture will only last a few hours."

Hermione started to cry violently Cassie could see as the restraints grew tighter as the mudblood struggled. "Please." Hermione begged. "Just leave me alone."

Cassie bent over Hermione's pale, bloody and tear stained face. "You are s filthy girl and you deserve everything I'm going to do to you."

Cassie backed away and pulled out her wand. "But first we're going to make your pain burn no matter what method I use on you." Cassie pointed her wand directly at Hermione's face. "ardens lacrymis" Cassie paused for a second and listened as Hermiones crying and whimpering turned into screaming and sobbing as the tears burned her face.

"Pathetic." Cassie scoffed. "I don't why your kind is allowed to learn magic. You're such a weakling. CRUCIO!"

Seconds after Hermione started screaming from the curse. Cassie looked at the screaming girl quite proud of all the pain she was being put through. Knowing that she was doing something good for the future of the wizarding society.

Hermione didn't stop crying, tears ran down her little face leaving small burns all over. Cassie forced her to look at her Ugly form in a mirror. "Aren't you quite the beauty." Cassie mocked. "I don't see how nobody loves you." Hermione moved in her restraints.

"It's you who is the awful one." Hermione spoke tears continuing to burn her face. Cassie glared. She hated the creature that was lying before her. Taking the curse off she advancing towards hermione wielding a eagle talon- like knife with three blades attached to each other. Walking around Hermione until she stood be her head, she plunges the knife into the girls shoulder and watched happily as the girl sobbed and screamed in pain. Knowing she was doing something good.

"Please stop!" Hermione cried screaming in Pain. "Pl-please Cassie I'll do anything!" She sobbed intensely.

"No." Cassie replied with an emotionless face. She was looking into Hermione's fearful eyes. The sobbing girl had no effect on the Young Ravenclaw. She continued the torture anyways, grabbing a little dagger off the counter across the room she pressed the flat side of the blade on Hermione's cheek then started digging the tip into the burn marks that were being made on Her cheeks.

Cassiopeia was a dark witch, sixteen years of age, the dark history she had with Bellatrix played a terrible role in her torturous personality. She seeked vengeance on the young mublood, Hermione Granger, for what had happened. She hated the girl with ever fiber of her being. Luckily she did have one friend. Natalie Gloss, the daughter of the dark lord with whom she shared a hatred for this girl with.

Natalie comes walking through the door of the cell. "Good-evening mudblood." The girl chimed in a seemingly dark voice over intense sobbing. "I see Cassiopeia has done a good job of you so far." The blonde laughed, "Lets see if i can make it a little worse." Natalie garbbed hermione's hand and carved distinct lines all through it as the girl bound to the table cried out in pain from the intense torture. Finally Natalie undid the one restraint and put the blood-covered hand over hermiones eyes. Blood dripping onto them and rolling down her face. "What a pathetic girl" Natalie scoffed. "I despise you Hermione Granger. Incendio."

Hermiones brown hair lit on fire melting into her scalp the little girl cried. "Look towards Fire Hermione Granger, for the night is dark and full of terrors.

the torture ended about five hours later, Cassie dragged Hermione just near the castle entrance and someone would find her. She aimlessly stared into space cleaning the girls blood off her daggers, the floor and table. It was a nice little room, full on many horrors for the victims, yet Cassie adored it. Knives, swords and saws lined the walls, syringes and serums, potions stalked the drawers and shelves, everything she could ever need to torture a poor little soul was there in that very room.