Summery: In James Potter's fifth year, a strange girl entered Hogwarts. She wasn't all flesh and blood, she was made out of metal, breathed in with life by a powerful dark wizard. Someone needs to help her to regain what she lived to be. Marauders era. [No fluff! No romance!]

I gasp for breath as if I haven't breathed for years. The taste of fresh air is so wonderful. I slowly opened my eyes, wanting to know what it feels like to see. I must be inside some kind of hall. I thought, looking around the marble floor. Suddenly, my ears prickled up as I heard a soft ticking sound, like a clock.

Looking around for the source of the noise, feeling stupid. I tried to stand up. I leaned against the cold, marble wall feeling as though I might fall down. I looked down at my legs wishing that it would stand upright. I pushed myself and found myself standing perfectly still. I let out a sigh of relief. Just then, the massive door behind me opened with a slam. I turned around in surprise, nearly tripping over the hem of my skirt.

The stranger's looks were quite alarming. He was shockingly pale, the red pupils seemed to glare at me in a snake-like way, and there was no nose, only slits for nostrils.

"I did good," he murmured. His voice was soft and cold, sending shivers down my spine.

"W-who are y-you?" I stuttered, forcing myself to look at his red eyes.

He ignored my question and said, "Welcome, my dear, to the world!" He spread his arms wide as if he was the ruler of the universe.

"W-who are you? Who am I? Why can't I remember anything?" I asked again, my voice slightly more steadier than before. Suddenly, my ears prickled up again to the 'tick-tock tick-tock' sound.

The stranger let out a high-pitched, cold laugh that shook the walls. "I am your creator, Lord Voldemort."

"My creator?" I asked, looking at this Lord Voldemort as if he was crazy. My creator? As if he had magic that would make me appear out of no where. I thought rolling my eyes at the ceiling.

He crossed the room, he stopped when he reached the end of the room and sat down on the throne-like chair and looked down at me. "Then how do you tell why you can't remember anything," He stared once more at my bewildered face and smirked. "Of course not. You are made of metal, or should I say clocks."

I looked down at myself, too stunned to speak. There was still the 'tick-tock tick-tock' sound which was bothering me a lot. I'm made of clocks, that means the tick-tock sounds must be issuing from myself! I told myself. My hand instantly went to the place where my heart should be. But there was no heartbeats, only the faint ticking of a clock.

My throat suddenly turned dry, he's right, I'm made of clocks. Only a second ago I thought myself alive and healthy, now I know I'm just a scrap of metal. I touched my cheek. It was soft but cold, certainly flesh.

"I made you," Voldemort said coolly, watching me gleefully as I studied my arms. "I breathed life in you by using magic, you have magic in you, you know."

I turned to him once more and repeated, "Magic?!"

"Yes," He answered lazily. The doors suddenly opened and a man about thirty strided in. "You watch." He told me. He stood up, took out a long claw-like stick from his robe pocket and pointed it to the man. "CRUCIO!" He bellowed. The man instantly dropped down on the floor and started to scream in agony. My mouth dropped open in surprise. The man only stopped screaming when Voldemort lowered his stick.

"My lord," The man panted, scrambling to his feet. "The clockwork necklace is ready." He looked at me in curiously then took out a little velvet box from his pocket and put it on Voldemort's long, outstretched hand. He bowed and then walked out of the room.

Voldemort opened the little box slowly and beckoned me forward. I sighed and allowed my feet to carry me towards him, I only stopped when we were only 50 centimetres away.

My eyes traveled from my hands to the little box. I peered inside and gasped in astonishment.

It was a necklace, but I knew it wasn't just a necklace. It was in the shape of a girl wearing a crown on her head. It was also glowed a beautiful golden colour, and in the place where the girl's gown should be, was the insides of a clock, but it wasn't ticking.

"Wear this and you'll be able to be like all others, by that I mean human beings. If you take it off, you'll be ticking and after a while- a bit rusty," He explained, taking out the necklace and handing it to me. I took it and quickly fastened it to my kneck.

There was a blinding golden light and then, nothing. I looked down at myself, there was not a lot of difference only the ticking noice had stopped. I reached to my chest, there was a faint thump and then another one and another one. I have a heart! I screamed in delight and nearly toppled over.

Voldemort gave another harsh laugh and stood up. "You will go to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and study there by the name of Layla Contre. You will go to Diagon Alley tommorow to buy your things and go by the story that you were tragically orphaned, just make up any story. And by the way, while you're there, I have a task for you to do..."

How did I do for my first chapter here? I know its very short, I'll try to write more next time! Thank you for reading and please review!

- Flower :)