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~*~*~Chapter Eleven: The Wrath of Larisa~*~*~

Larisa opened her eyes. She was laying on a hard, wooden floor. She forced herself to sit up, and looked at her hands. They were normal. She looked around. The wall was also wooden, but there was no door. Just very dark corners. Slowly, Larisa stood up, and a voice spoke from a corner behind her.

"Hello, Larisa." That voice sent shivers up Larisa's spine, and she slowly turned around to look at the corner. A man stepped out. He had sunken green eyes, and blond hair cut short. Larisa recognized him, and a severe hatred boiled up inside her.

"What do you want?" She snarled.

"A command, really. The Dark Lord is growing stronger, Larisa. And that means-"

"I'm not going to be a Death Eater, dad." The shock at what she just said was equal to the snarl that passed over her fathers face.

"Oh, really? The Dark Lord will say otherwise..."

"Shut up." Larisa snarled.

"Don't provoke me, Larisa. This is not just a dream. If I torture you, you will feel pain. If I kill you, you will die." He sneered. Larisa gulped. She was truly scared. "Your whole point of existence is to serve the Dark Lord, Larisa." He took a step toward her. Larisa remained rooted to the spot. She then remembered the only words that kept her from following the crowd she was always pressured to join.

"Follow your own heart, not someone else's." She said quietly.

"Who told you that?" Her father spat, starting to walk in circles around her.

"Bellatrix." Larisa felt a rising confidence. "Bellatrix told me that in a letter."

"Bellatrix is psychotic and unworthy to serve the Dark Lord. She got herself landed in Azkaban!" Larisa felt a boiling anger grow, but she had to contain it. Let it out in little bursts.

"Have you forgotten?" She said, her voice shaking. "Have you forgotten, that you landed YOURSELF in Azkaban? Have you forgotten the curse you used against me? HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN, the Dark Lord tore the whole family apart?"

"Have you forgotten, Larisa? Have YOU forgotten, the only reason your mother didn't put that curse on you was so she could raise you to be a Death Eater?" He said in a soft, dangerous whisper. With those words, it all came flooding back to her. Ron had been right.

"Well, she failed. Mum failed." Her voice was quavering. Larisa wanted nothing more to strike with a good curse, but she couldn't find the courage to do so.

"She didn't fail. Once the Dark Lord returns, YOU will be placed under the Imperius Curse, and YOU will serve the Dark Lord. I, his most faithful servant, will do so."

"You're wrong. Bellatrix Lestrange is the Dark Lord's most faithful servant."

"YOU'RE WRONG, LARISA HELENA REI!" Her father was loosing his patience.

"Oh yeah?" Larisa spat, letting a little anger take over. "Then WHY did you claim to be under the Imperius Curse when he fell? To keep your sorry behind out of Azkaban!"

"How dare y-"

"Bellatrix went looking for him! She gladly went to Azkaban!"

"I decided to lay low, buy some ti-"

"WILL YOU SHUT YOUR BLOODY MOUTH AND LISTEN?!"

"No, Larisa, I will not shut my 'bloody mouth'. Why? Because you will be dead! And Bellatrix won't be able to help you, because she is a feeble excuse for a Death Eater, a stupid addition to the group, completely worthless!" Larisa fought off the urge to jump up and strangle him, still unfinished with her verbal attack.

"And you? You were getting nervous that you would be caught! Instead of looking for him-"

"Shut up! You will know to much!" He look terrified. Larisa plowed on.

"-you suggested that Bellatrix go torture information out of two innocent Aurors! You didn't go along, and when Bellatrix got sent to Azkaban-"

"SILENCE!"

"You pulled out your wand, pleased she was gone, because then-"

"If you continue on one more word-"

"You could kill me without her getting in the way! But it didn't work, you tried to torture me to death, but I-"

"Somehow survived the Killing Curse like that Potter twit! Yes Larisa, I was fed up with the fact you wouldn't die, you wouldn't cry for mercy, so I used the Killing Curse just before the Russian Aurors came sweeping in, and you SURVIVED! I never told Bellatrix-"

"Because you knew she was capable of killing you! Well, I'll find out HOW I lived, and I'll use it against you, you twat!" Larisa folded her arms across her chest, a horrible sneer etched upon her face.

"Bellatrix is a weakling." Her father spat. For a split second, Larisa and her father stared at each other.

"HOW DARE YOU?!" Larisa screamed, all anger taking control. "YOU ARE A LOUSY EXCUSE FOR A DEATH EATER! A COWARD!"

"You are more of a coward because you don't want to join the Death Eaters."

"YOU ARE, AS WELL, YOU, YOU-"

"You can't even come up with a name to call me."

"Maybe I can't, but I still have all the information I need." Larisa smirked.

"Oh, didn't see that coming..."

"You pathetic waste of oxygen!" Larisa spat at his feet, then turned around as the room began to fade away. Slowly, she fell again into darkness, and everything fell still and silent again.

A word to the wise; Do not provoke people that are very angry already. They will scream at you. Review, please! Please?