Okay, once again I've taken your whole life to post another chapter. Sorry

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I awoke suddenly, siting up. Expecting to be in the dungeon I was surprised to find myself in a bed. I stepped onto the wood floor and looked about. The room I inhabited was smallish, but not uncomfortable. The color theme was dark, emerald green and covered the walls as well as the bed covers. A small window caught my eye and I ran to it, hope of escape shooting through me. It left as soon as I saw the iron bars just outside the window. Reaching the door I tried to open it, but with no such luck. It was locked. With my wand gone it was hopeless. I turned back to the room and contemplated my situation.

Voldemort's daughter. My new identity collided with the turmoil already in my mind. It shouldn't have been so but for some unexplainable reason I knew it was. I took a deep breath, forcing myself not to panic. I wouldn't. I needed a clear head if I was going to get out of the Malfoy manor and back to my mother. She was not dead. I didn't care if Voldemort said she was. I folded my arms across my chest and turned to look out the window.

My thoughts were promptly interrupted by the unlocking and opening of the bedroom door. I swiftly faced my intruder. I expected a murderer, a villain, perhaps the devil himself...

But he didn't look like any of those. He might have had a bit of an angry, proud look to him. Yes, he was definitely prideful, but he was different.

He was tall and thin with white blonde hair. Cold, blue grey eyes held a captivating, dignified glare. He wore black. Who didn't wear black in this place? I thought to myself. I didn't turn away from his stare, unafraid. He wouldn't hurt me... I saw him sneer... or would he?

He pulled out his wand and reached for my arm. I shrank back and for a moment I thought I saw his eyes soften. Then they hardened and he grabbed my arm roughly.

"Come with me." He pulled me along.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked as I regretfully stepped out of the room. I felt myself shake as I imagined where I was going. What would they do to me?

The boy didn't answer me, but continued to drag me along. "Keep moving."

I tried to talk as he took me down stairs. "Whats your name?"

He still didn't answer.

"Do you live here?"

Still no answer.

Can you please answer. I'm a little nervous here. I don't know if I'm going to live or die in the next few seconds and you can't say anything?

"Draco."

"What?"

"My name is Draco."

I didn't say anything, but was glad he'd spoken. He didn't sound like that much of a villain. I hoped he wasn't bad.

"Here's you stop."

Another door, another mystery, another nightmare. Here we go again, I thought as the door swung open. I was not prepared for what I was about to go through.

Draco gave me a meaningful look and walked away. I felt any hope I had walk away with him.

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"I will not."

The Dark Lord, my father, glared.

"I will not become a Death Eater. I refuse to serve you." I dared.

Voldemort stepped towards me and stared deep into my eyes. I feared my soul was at stake and looked away. Out of the corner of my vision, I saw him smile. It was as if he was glad I had looked away.

"Yes." He whispered. "She can be broken."

"You can do whatever you want to me, but I will never ever be a death eater." I gazed about at the four death eaters in the room.

My father turned away from me and put a hand to his chin, as if deep in thought. "I'll give you one more chance. This question can be answered with a yes or no. Both will either have a consequence or a reward."

I tried my best to keep my face expressionless.

"Will you join my forces and become a death eater, Elizabeth Riddle?"

I hesitated. I didn't mean to, or want to, but I did. I was scared. I knew what I believed and what was wrong. I would never be a death eater. I could never do what they did and I didn't want to. I wouldn't bear their mark. "No."

"I'm sorry." Voldemort grinned. "Wrong answer. Better luck next time."

turned to the four death eaters and gestured to me. He turned away walked to the door and was about to leave when he turned and added, "I don't want to hear her."

One of the masked death eaters nodded and pulled a cloth from his robe.

Voldemort left.

I didn't have any time to look back at my captors before the cloth was shoved into my mouth. A quick, solid knee connected with my stomach and I doubled over. A shot to the face and pain erupted in my head. Warm blood oozed from my nose and down into my mouth. Before I knew it I was on the floor, engulfed by pain. My world became tipsy and blurry. Everything went black.

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