" You must be the one to curse Piper, Bellatrix. There is no other option. That is what the prophecy says," said Voldemort.

"But my lord, what does it mean that Piper overthrow 'future' enemies. And what do I curse her with?! You know, My Lord, that I am are than happy and grateful to have your heir, but I am unsure if this is the best plan. We don't even know if the so-called 'enemies' are even Potter. Besid—"

"Silence, Bellatrix. You shall do as I say. Curse the child with the Cortelius and Fromulius spells. I know from experience to trust what the professor prophases. Do not give me reason to doubt your abilities or loyalty, Bellatrix, for you will sorely regret it."

"Of course, My Lord, I am very sorry." Bellatrix said lamely.

"Go, Bellatrix, curse the child and leave. I don't want to see you again today."

As Bellatrix walked out, a single tear left her eye. Not for the child, but for her master dusting her off like a fly. After all she had done for him.

I jolted awake from the nightmare, finding myself breaking out in a cold sweat. These mysterious dreams had been occurring more often the closer I get to September 1. And with that being less than a day away, the nightmares were at an all time high. Glancing at the clock on my wall, I decide that 4 o'clock in the morning was late enough to get up.

'I have to think of a story. I can't go waltz in there, proclaiming that I'm the Dark Lord's Daughter.' I thought to myself. I had knew my parentage since I was a toddler, young enough to basically think. This is thanks to the remarkable Fromulius charm my wretched mother, Bellatrix Lestrange, put on me only after an hour of me being alive. Since then, I remember every single detail from every single day of my life.

The only people who know who I actually am are the Malfoy's and few inner circle Death Eaters. I had been fitted with a wand when I was five years old, extremely early for a wizard or witch. Before that, I took written courses about the history of Dark magic and such. When I got my wand, I began my classes. These include potions with Death Eater Severus Snape, Dark Arts with my mother, Ancient Runes with Lucius Malfoy, and tactical training with my father. While it may not seem like much, for a five year old, these were grueling classes that strained me immensely. I knew I was a powerful witch, and that if I learned how to harness my power and use it for good, I would be able to make a big difference. I, of course, never told anyone this.

A few months after I was born, another baby was born. His name was Harry James Potter. Though his name was on the sacred twenty-eight, James Potter had married a muggleborn making Harry a halfblood. Weeks after his birth, a rumor started to spread that the child and Dark Lord were mentioned in a prophecy. My father knew this was in fact true, because a new recruit, Severus Snape, had overheard Albus Dumbledore and a Seer conversing when the Seer had slipped into a trans and predicted a prophecy. Apparently Dumbledore found out about how Snape was eavesdropping and actually hired the seer (who is semi-delusional) to teach at Hogwarts. When Severus told Voldemort, my father made a rash decision to kidnap the young infant. He entrusted a high-ranking death eater, whom I don't remember the name of. The Death eater wasn't very smart and was friends with the Potters, and he accidentally failed his mission. He was of course swiftly killed by my father. Reason number #13686 I dislike my parents. Harry was found in muggle London and thank god, he was relatively unharmed.

My routine did not differ very much other than the occasional raid or Death Eater meeting which Voldemort would put me in charge of (undercover, of course, much to the hilarious anger, jealousy , and confusion of other members). I did have some friends, like Draco Malfoy or Linna Avery. Draco and I were close in age, and, much to my dismay, both our parents thought that it would be a great idea if we were married to each other against our wills.

While having exactly two friends that are either a) engaged to you or b)you unintentionally scare them out of their wits (Linna) or c) both, is so great, I was really desperate for some real friends. Friends who didn't plan murders for fun or know my parents. So in the summer of 1991, I decide to try and convince my father to let me go to Hogwarts. I was still a huge secret, no one in the war knew about me, so it would be easy to blend in as a typical Slytherin.

"Father, may I talk to you for a moment," I say as I walk gracefully into his quarters and curtsy.

"What do you need, Daughter?"

"Sir, I was hoping that with the war stilling going on, and me being of the typical age, not to mention Draco is also going, I would be a to attend Hogwarts. I know that it is not what was originally planned when mother and you had me, but I feel as though I would be a valuable source at Hogwarts. Children talk. Some of the talk could be true."

"Piper, I'm sorry but the risk is too high. Bellatrix and I know what we want you to do until we public announce you to the world."

"Father, with all due respect, you are desperate for news about Potter and the Order. Potter is the same age as me and will be starting as well. If I go, I can perhaps get intel from him. If I go, it won't be for me, it will be or the Death Eaters and for you."

"I shall think about it. If you do go," Voldemort said icily. I knew I had won. "—you do go, it will be most important that you keep a low profile, and be as useful there as you are here."

"I will, sir, you can trust me. Thank you for your consideration," I leave before he can change his mind.