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I don't remember falling asleep that night, but when I awoke I found myself in the same dark cellar, or rather dungeon. I preferred to call it that. I tried once again to apperate but of course it didn't work. I wasn't going anywhere. I wondered how long I'd been there. Was it night or day? I tried to count the seconds as they passed, but my head soon began to throb unmercifully and I gave up.

More and more time passed and soon all time became undefinable. It came to the point where I couldn't tell if a minute or five had passed.

I tried not to think about what was going to happen me. Previously I had begun to question my future, whether I would live or die, but my imagination got carried away and I soon found myself panicking. No, I didn't want that to happen again. So I focused on the small things. Did I have a shadow in this dungeon? Was that dust or my imagination? If I stared at one place for a long time the area seemed to darken. Perhaps that was my imagination as well.

I began to wonder, to hope, that maybe they had forgotten me when the door suddenly rattled open. Two people entered. One was a woman, I could tell by the black rag of a dress that she wore, and one was a man. I quickly scrambled to my feet, but they were all too soon upon me, each grasping one of my forearms as I stood.

As soon as my feet were firmly on the ground they dragged me forward and up the stairs out of the dungeon. We entered a large dining room and continued on into a narrow hallway. It was then that I thought I might escape. The lady was not gripping my arm very tightly.

I jerked away quickly, but her nails instantly dug into my skin. I winced. It was no use.

After traveling up a flight of stairs, we walked a short ways down a dark hallway until we reached a tall dark ebony door etched with two serpents slithering up the side. The man knocked precisely three times.

A muted voice rang the command. "Bring her in."

I shivered, chills running down my spine. He knew I was here. Whoever he was...

Only the man entered the room with me, holding me by the wrist. As soon as I put one foot through the doorway, a cold, powerful, almost evil feeling swept over me and I stopped dead in my tracks. Something was wrong. Terribly and utterly wrong.

My captor pulled me forward and further into the room. Raw instinct screamed in my mind, begging me not to continue onward. I was forced another couple steps and the door closed shut behind us. I felt doomed, cut off from any hope.

It wasn't an extremely large room, but it definitely wasn't small. The only light originated from an ample fireplace almost directly in front of me. A leather sofa sat along the wall to my left and an emerald green rug laid on the floor, covering a large majority of the dark, hardwood floor. A small table with two chairs were on my right next to a bulky velvet arm chair.

It was only after glancing over all of this that I spotted the dark figure standing next to the fireplace. His back was to us, but the backside of his head was bald and pale. Something about the way I could see his vein gave me an uneasy, almost nauseous feeling.

"You may leave us now, Mister Malfoy." The voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

Wait- Malfoy. That name sounded familiar. I'd heard it somewhere before!

Malfoy turned, black robes flowing behind him, and left the room.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Time to be brave.

The darkly dressed figure in front of me turned around slowly to face me. I didn't look at his face immediately, afraid of what I might find. I chose to examine him from the bottom up. He wore dark, leather shoes and a black robe covered in an even darker robe which revealed only his hands. They were white yet grimy, the fingernails long and yellow. His right hand grasped a long, aphotic wand. It was then that I dared to look into his face.

No hair. His face looked strange without eyebrows. Black abyss stared at me through slits and his serpentine nose gave an inhuman air. His pale, thin lips formed a tight line.

It was then that I realized who he was. Voldemort was the most powerful, evil, dark wizard in the entire world and he was standing right in front of me. It hit me with such force that I stumbled backwards and against the wall. The Dark Lord. That meant that my captors had been death eaters and that I was most likely at Voldemort's supposed base, The Malfoy Manor.

Voldemort grinned at me. It was a chilling, demonic grin. I wondered absently why I wasn't in any pain, why I wasn't being tortured or killed.

"Welcome to the Dark Lord Voldemort's lair." His voice dripped with false sincerity.

I trembled.

"Are you frightened?"

I chose not to answer the nightmare standing in front of me.

He sneered, my fear obvious. "The past few hours must have been utterly dreadful for you." He mocked. "Your mother dead, you captured and taken to the Malfoy Manner." He patted my cheek with his clammy, pale hand.

I flinched.

"Did Rachel ever tell you about your father?"

How did he know my mother's name? Or about my father. I shook my head.

He didn't say anything, but instead turned around. "No, I don't suppose Rachel would've." He muttered and turned back to face me. "Let me guess. Your whole life has been spent moving around. You never attended Hogwarts even though you desperately begged her. She never explained her reasoning and kept you to her self."

I was shocked. He knew my life exactly.

"You see, I know her secret. She fell for a very dark wizard." He laughed. "He was so nice, so kind to her. Then one day she angered him and disobeyed his direct orders. She got scared and ran away with their child, Elizabeth." He paused. "That wizard was me. Your full name is Elizabeth T. Riddle."

I froze. Was he really suggesting that I was his daughter?

"The reason I have brought you to live with me is that I am not going to live forever. I need an heir to my throne. Who better to take my place than my daughter?"

I felt weak in the knees. Fear, terror and shock enveloped my senses and the world closed in, caging me. His daughter? I would take his place? Rule?

"You aren't trained in the dark arts, but I can work with you. And you'll need..."

The hissing voice slithered away as I fell to the ground. I lapsed into unconsciousness.

"Take her away..."

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