Celeste ran, her heart pounding and her blood racing, but her feet made hardly a sound. She leapt over a log, landing nimbly on her toes and dashed forward, continuing as if it was never there.

But only 15 seconds later, her pursuer followed, landing with a snarl.

Suddenly a vine flew out and Celeste tripped, her body flying face first into the mud; she only had time to roll over before the wolf descended on her, trapping her beneath it.

"Got you!" And suddenly there was a man towering above her. The wolf had vanished and Celeste laughed.

"Alright Fenrir, you win. Now help me up!" Celeste said, looking mock angry.

The majority of ten year olds fail to look scary when angry but one glare from Celeste was all it took for most grown men to turn tail and run, terrified.

But i suppose that's what you should expect when her mother is The Dark Lord's most feared death eater.

Bending down, Fenrir Greyback extended one scarred hand and lifted the petite child to her feet. Then, he cast a quick scourgify on her and held out his arm.

"Are you ready to return princess?" He asked.

In return Celeste took the offered arm and they disapparated with a crack.

The only sound in the forest was the rustling of leaves and a few bird's tweets.

o0o0o

When the two returned, they were standing in front of large gates with a dark manor standing tall and intimidating behind them.

Celeste didn't bat an eyelid and instead stalked straight through the gates, as if they were tissue.

Fenrir followed at her heels, like a dog following his master.

The large formidable front doors swung open at Celeste's approach, the wards immediately recognising her magical signature.

"You may go Fenrir," she said in a tone that left no room for refusal.

With that Fenrir disapparated and Celeste was left alone.

With a happy sigh she left to navigate the twisting corridors of her home.

o0o0o

Eventually Celeste reached a wall and pressed her hand against it, it swung open at her touch.

She strode inside and stood in the doorway, yanking off her muddy boots as the wall clicked back into place behind her.

The walls were black and there was a large window on the wall opposite the exit with blood red curtains.

The floor was made of a dark grey wood and a large, shaggy, emerald green rug was spread in the middle of the room.

Against one wall was a large queen sized bed with a forest green duvet, a load of darkly coloured pillows with fancy designs or quotes and a silver throw, folded neatly at the end. The headboard was entirely black leather.

There was also a huge bookshelf (full to the brim with books), a desk, a dressing table and two bedside cabinets. All of them made from a highly polished dark wood.

Two doors stood next to each other on the last wall, one lead to a black and gold bathroom with a huge tub and the other led to a giant walk in wardrobe.

It was this last one that Celeste headed to. The door swung open in a way only magic was capable of and she threw her boots onto the floor where they disappeared with a pop to be scrubbed by the house elves.

She pulled out a pair of black dragon hide boots and blood red robes.

She returned to her bedroom and placed them on her bed before disappearing into her bathroom for a quick shower.

o0o0o

When she returned she's dressed quickly, pulling on her boots and robes, rearanging them to her liking.

She pulled the hood over her head and finally, she stood in front of the mirror to check her reflection.

'Damn, these robes are amazing.' Celeste thought, admiring her reflection.

They flowed around her whole body, shorter at the front to show her boots, the attached cape reaching to the ground behind her, with the hood covering most of her face, shadows hid the rest thanks to a nifty charm, she knew also that there was another charm that made her seem taller. Her nails were painted a blood red to match her cloak and were spelled not to chip.

Over all she looked much older and frankly, quite terrifying - just what she was going for.

She checked the time to see that it was five pm before she took one last glance in the mirror and headed out of her room.

o0o0o

Celeste stopped outside large double doors, before summoning some courage and pushing them open, hard.

The doors flew open with a bang and every head in the room turned to look.

This was the room the Dark Lord used as his meeting room and every member of his inner and upper circle was here.

'Well this is unnerving' Celeste thought.

There was at least a hundred death eaters with their cloaks and masks on and each and every one of them was facing her, the only visible part being their eyes.

In total only five weren't glaring at her: Fenrir Greyback, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy and her parents.

Instead they had a glint in their eyes that showed their amusement.

"Sorry I'm late," she adressed the room. 'Ooh it changes my voice too.' And indeed the cloak had, when she spoke it came out as rich and harmonic, not the voice of a ten year old.

She walked with confidence up to the platform on which the Dark Lord's "throne" sat.

Suddenly, she had a wand pointed at her face and an inner circle death eater stood blocking her way.

"How dare you not bow to the Dark Lord, who do you think you are?" They shrieked, the voice was definitely feminine.

"Move out of my way and you might live long enough to find out." Celeste hissed, the malice dripped from her voice like honey.

Quite a few people in the room shivered at the tone and the woman in front of her dropped to the floor like an obedient dog, eyes wide with terror.

Celeste growled, the noise loud in the silent room, (and she swore someone jumped) before she continued on to the Dark Lord.

With quick steps she jumped up onto the platform and headed towards Bellatrix Black, who stood to the Dark Lord's left.

Upon reaching her, Celeste stood on tiptoe and kissed the woman on the cheek.

"Enjoying the show yet mother?" She whispered in her ear, knowing that no one could hear her.

She received a slight nod in reply and a pair of dark eyes, twinkling with silent laughter.

With a grin she moved on to the Dark Lord .

Gracefully she flopped into his lap and swung her legs up onto the arm of the chair.

Several gasps were heard through the room and some watched with sadistic glee, hoping to see someone tortured.

They were shocked even further when all the Dark Lord did was give a small chuckle.

From where he sat, the Dark Lord spoke loudly gaining the attention of the whole room.

"My faithful servants," he began, "I would like to introduce you all to the Dark Princess."

Everyone was stunned into silence, some were even gaping under their masks.

"Also known as, my daughter."