"You worthless little girl." Gray smoke swirled around her. "You are nothing. You have failed me." The smoke made it hard to breathe. Calla coughed as she tried to look at the walls around her. She screamed.
"Do you remember this place little one?" Bellatrix crooned. "Do you remember Malfoy Manor?" Her laugh brought tears to her eyes. She couldn't see them. She could only see smoke, and walls. But she could hear them, oh yes.
"You were supposed to bring the necklace to me, brat!" She could feel wind swirling around her, the smoke as it tightened itself around her waist. She wailed. She was three again. The memory of her mother was as fresh in her mind as it had ever been. Green light began to shoot and rocket off the walls in every direction.
"Mother, what's happening? Who's that girl?"
"Be quiet Draco, take her dowstairs."
"You mean down with-"
"Yes, Draco. She is a key." Calla could feel her wrists being twisted behind her. She screamed again.
Her voice began to grow hoarse.
"Help me, help me, please!"
"No one will help you." The voice hissed. A snake form slithered from the biggest cloud hovering above her head.
"Unless you get me the necklace." She whimpered. She was nine again.
"Get me the necklace, dear girl, and I will show you what I can do. I am the most powerful wizard in the world. I can even bring your mother back. You see, I need you to do this for me Calla. Get me the necklace, and I won't hurt those you love. Get me the necklace!"
"No!" Hisses, and gasps of disbelief echo around the room.
"You dare defy the Dark Lord?" A hand closed her her throat, cutting her off in mid-scream.
"Calm, Bella, calm." Nails grazed her neck, the point of a wand was pushed against her chin. She whimpered.
"Now, Calla, if you cannot cooperate, I will need to go to serious lengths to get what I need. Unnecessary lengths. Someone, could get hurt." A high pitched laugh reverberated off the walls.
"I won't. There isn't anyone else you can take away from me." She said defiantly.
"Oh, how wrong you are child. I can look into your mind. I can read you like a book. Can't I, Draco?"
"Y-yes. My Lord." The boy named Draco stammered. He was fourteen. Bellatrix was alive. 'She's supposed to be dead.' Calla thought, frightened.
"Would you like to see me, Calla? Would you like to know who you serve?"
"I'm not serving you!" She screamed, as a large snake shot out and wrapped itself around her body, tightening it's grip.
"Nagini, our guest seems to be unable to comprehend, exactly, what I mean." The snake hissed, as Calla gasped for air.
"Help me!"
"No one can help you Calla. No one, unless you get me the necklace." She gasped.
"Never." With a hiss of outrage, she felt the wand being pulled away from the bottom of her chin.
"Crucio!" Calla flew up into the air. It felt like her insides were being pulled away from each other, like each rib was getting ripped apart, and thrown against the inside of her body. She couldn't even scream. Her lungs felt like they were collapsing, it was like she couldn't breathe. She felt her body try and twist itself into unnatural ways. She felt like someone was ripping her apart, hitting her, and twisting her all at once.
With a thump she landed on the floor, tears streaming down her face, the ability to scream finally given to her. For what seemed like hours she laid there. She could feel the vibrations of laughter and footsteps circling around her.
"Now, will you do what I ask?" She nodded meekly.
I know this is a short chapter, but this really needed to be separate in itself. I'll hopefully be putting the next chapter up soon! Reviews are helpful, so I know what you think!