Hello! I am soooo sorry but I had a dream that someone was going to steal my phone so I changed the password in the middle of the night. I don't remember the password now. -_- Well I suppose that if I was the creator of the Harry Potter series I could just use Alohomora on the phone as the wonderful J.K Rowling is magical. NOPE OBLIVATE I JUST DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY RECOGNIZED THINGS OK! I really just like this kind of idea.

"talking"

''''Parseltounge''''

'thoughts'

Artemis May Riddle was, simply put, a genius. A very powerful genius, but a genius nonetheless (yes, Nonetheless is one word. I had to look it up.). She, at the age of eight, was a Master Occlumens, had made her own wand (Vine with Basilisk Heartstring core) and had invented several potions and spells, and was almost immune to the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius had no effect anymore. At the moment, a ten year old girl was training with a sword in her right hand. It was a beautiful, Goblin made sword with the dangerous silver glint and dark green protective runes on the handle. It was around three and a half feet long and had her staff inside of it. Bellatrix Lestrange, the Dark Lords and her fathers Beta had the staff made for the sword. It was incredibly thin, impeded in the sword so one could only see the bronzite stone at the handle of the sword. Using a sword and concentrating on using wordless spells with no motion was quite hard, but she managed. She had her mothers flaming red hair with dark eyes. Her eyes had flakes of red, and when angry they flashed crimson. It is quite startling to see a four foot tall girls eyes flash red. Her familiar, a five foot long Runespoor called Azrael, was watching her, sometimes hissing impatiently, wanting to see Nagini. Artemis really didn't want to see Lucius's son, knowing he would want to be a Death Eater and never training for it. Artemis had trained five to eight hours a day on Mind Magic, Offensive and Defensive Magic, Bow and Arrows, sword fighting, escaping the toughest prisons (including Azkaban), ward-making and destroying wards. She had her first kill at the age of seven, when an Auror called Proudfoot tried to side-along-Apperate with her. She didn't think, and for some reason sent out a over-powered Stinging Hex. It killed him within a minute.

Draco Malfoy was scared. Of course, he would never show that on his face, but one look in his mind gave it away. Today, Draco was going to be in the presence of his Lord for the first time. His father had hinted at someone else being there, someone he should bow to, however Draco had heard his father tell him to only bow to his Betters, and only Voldemort was better. So, Draco would only bow to Voldemort.

'Yes, need to were the fancy black and green dress robes. Right. Ok, where are they? Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Father is going to kill me. Oh no, what about the Dark Lord? Oh no no no' Draco, at the moment, was freaking out because he had lost his green, silver, and black Acromantula Silk robes. Father had told him to were them. 'Ohh what ever will I do? Oh! A House-Elf! Umm, what is his name? Oh yes, Dobby!'

"Dobby!" Dobby, a two foot tall house elf wearing a dirty tea-towel popped in.

"What can Dobby be doing for Little Master Dragon?"

"Dobby, get my green, silver and black Acromantula dress robes. You are NOT being fired. Just bring them to me. GO!"

Dobby nodded, his huge ears flapping wildly, and popped away, only to return in a few seconds with the silky article of clothing. He quickly put them on and, after looking at himself in the mirror, he walked downstairs to find his father by the Floo. Draco sighed, this was it, the time he had waited for his entire life. He wanted to become a Death Eater, but didn't (yet) know the requirements of training and killing.

"Draco, remember how to bow. There will also be a...Guest... that you will meet."

"Yes father." Draco sighed, he was so incredibly nervous. And who was the so called Guest?

"Good. Ok, after me. The address is Mors ab Arce, password is AVKE. Got it?"

"Yes, father. Mors ab Arce, password is AVKE. Got it"

Lucius nodded, and after throwing some Floo powder, called out Mors ab Arce. Draco knew to wait at least twelve seconds, because when a Floo had a password it was a longer ride. Draco knew it was a good idea, as people wouldn't be able to hear the password, but he hated Fireplace Traveling. He did the same thing as his father and, waiting a second or two, called out the password. He almost face planted coming out of the fireplace, but he managed to right himself. Lucius looked amused, but when a huge snake came in, hissed, and went out, he put his face in a (not literal) mask of calmness. Draco had heard of the Legendary snake, Nagini, but this thing was huge! He looked at his father for confirmation, who nodded. The pale haired duo followed the snake and found themselves at a pair of doors. Dracos' father nocked on the door, and when they heard a chilling voice tell them to enter, they opened it and bowed at the same time, crawling to the hem of the dark lords robes and kissing them. Draco looked up and saw his father kissing a girls robe, as if she was lord Voldemort! Draco knew that this was the Guest and followed his fathers example. Standing up, he stepped backwards to his fathers side.

''''Sir, do you really think he is good Death Eater material? He obviously just thinks he can get in with just money.'''' Artemis complained in Parseltounge.

''''Misteree, you know how you feel about him, but he may prove helpful. I will make you train him, though.'''' Misteree/Artemis nodded to her father, and they turned back to the Malfoys.

"I'm sure you, Draco, are wondering what is happening right now and who I am. I am Lady Misteree, Lord Voldemorts daughter." Lady Misteree smirked at the shock that quickly passed on the youngest Malfoy's face.

"Yes, Draco, it is true. You are to treat her with the proper respect." The dark Lord looked at Lucius, "Would you be so kind to show Draco the punishments on Lady Misteree here?" He smirked, knowing that Crucio didn't effect her, but Lucius and Draco didn't. Lucius paled but nodded and shouted Crucio at the small girl. Lady Misteree just stood there, not effected at all.

''''Father, did you really want to scare them like that? Even you can't get a reaction out of me. You saw the experiment! I can take five Crucios at once!''''

''''Artemis, go interview Draco. I need to speak to Lucius.''''

"Yes, Sir. Draco, come with me," she turned to where a three-headed snake was,'''' Azrael, come with me. Do NOT hurt him, do you understand?'''' the Runespoor nodded sadly as he too didn't like the Malfoys.

Draco looked at his father, wondering if this happened when he became a Death Eater. Lucius raised an eyebrow, telling him with no words to just go, and that they would talk later. Draco turned around and, upon seeing the small girl with a sword in her belt leaving, bowed to Lord Voldemort and hurried to get to her.

"Hello, My Lady."

'My Lady' scoffed and turned to study Draco. "How many hours do you train a day? What do you train in?"

Draco looked put out. "Train? Why would I need to train? I am a Malfoy! We don't need training!"

" Ok then, lets take a look at your Mind Shields."

"Alright. But remember, you will not be able to get through them." He turned to look at her flashing eyes.

"Father! Why must I train him? He doesn't even train! A son of a Death Eater that doesn't even train. He doesn't even have Mind Shields! I learnt that when I was Three!" At the moment, Artemis was practicing dueling with Lord Voldemort. Somehow, she was wining.

"I know you don't like him, but you are the best killer we have. An Overpowered Stinging Hex! That was your first Kill! You are Powerful, and deadly smart." Tom Riddle paused to shoot out another spell "And deadly. We need more of you. I know you started training when you were around three, but he will be going to Hogwarts to spy. He doesn't need that amount of training. Just Mind training, maybe stealth, and other Slytherin things. You can even use the Unforgivable curses." He thought over what he said and saw the smirk that was on her face and quickly said "No Avada Kedavra though. We can't have our spy dead. And, before you ask, you will not be going to Hogwarts. It has only the basics of magic. No rituals, dark magic, or Creature magic study. You have already passed your O. . You do not need to go to Hogwarts. Dumbledore would try to mold you into his pawn. With my last name, he would probably put you in Azkaban for every bit of magic you do. I know you can escape Azkaban with your Animagus form," He told her referencing her Hippocampus Animagus form, "But we can't have anyone knowing that. You have won. We will speak to them again tomorrow.

Hello again! I am sooo sorry about the wait. I will try to have another chapter up by next week. See y'all later!