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Chapter 1

Father had come home in a rage and Serina was clueless as to why. Usually when he was this mad, he'd come home and start using the Cruciatus Curse on the Death Eater that had failed to rise to the occasion. Tonight, however, he was pacing around the vast Riddle Manor, submerged in thought, but she could still feel the fury emanating from him in waves. Serina knew he could feel her questioning eyes following him, but she did not voice her queries, as she had learned that lesson too many times.

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Voldemort was, in fact, angry. But not at his Death Eaters for once. It was his own carelessness that had put hime in such a foul mood and it was almost irreparable as it had occurred almost fifteen years ago…

Flashback fifteen years previous.

The Fidilus Charm was broken, the mother dead, the father Stunned, and only the deed remained to be done. As Voldemort took aim, he stared mercilessly into the child's emerald green eyes. He had barely gotten "Avada Kedavra" out before pain erupted all over his body. He was not dead, but he was close to it. Voldemort'd assumed that the child was dead and was fleeing when…

Flashback ends.

It was not what had happened at the end that concerned him, it was him assumption that the boy had died. It was now obvious that this was not true for Voldemort had seen him at King's Cross returning to the father that had been Stunned all those years ago. That boy, it was prophesized, would be Voldemort's downfall. This prophesy would not, could not, come true, he was certain of it. As he looked about the Meeting Hall, Voldemort saw that only three of his most faithful Death Eaters were present, along with his daughter. The gigantic room could easily hold more, however the only piece of furniture was the chair that stood waiting for him. The broad green banners were the only other décor in the hall.

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"Serina," she glanced around as Father called her name. "Go continue the preparations for the raid tomorrow."

"Everything's been ready since last Thursday," Serina responded. Death Eaters looked up in surprise, as this was not true. They all knew that the brooms had yet to be arranged, but she was determined to stay.

"Go," he hissed and she had no choice but to leave. As Serina made her exit she threw dirty looks at the Death Eaters who had betrayed the truth with their glances.

She swept out into the corridor, not bothering to close the doors in the hopes that Father would not notice and start speaking. However, she had no such luck. Serina heard the doors swing close when she was but five paces away.

She rushed through the preparations and ran back to the Meeting Hall, only to find it deserted. Serina sighed and meandered down the corridor, her black hair swaying behind her.