A/N: Sorry about not updating sooner, but I was without internet for about the entire week. Never fear though, I've been working on this story on and off while I enjoy my last few days without school. Ah…it's been a good three weeks…

On with the update!

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Selena stood in the middle of a park at midnight. No one was there, the place completely empty and devoid of life except for her. She turned, letting her cloak swirl around her as she paced, her face hidden in shadow beneath the cloak's hood. The dark witch waited with violent thoughts playing out in her mind, causing her temper to rise past the danger zone.

"Evelyn Dumbledore," someone said and Selena felt her temperature rise as she recognized the voice of her evil mother. "Come to relive what happened to your dear mum?"

Selena looked at the woman she hated with her eyes in shadow. She pulled out her wand and held it at the ready. This seemed to amuse Jacqueline and she laughed a cold, cruel laugh as she drew her wand as well.

"Oh you poor, demented fool," Jacqueline cackled, throwing her cloak aside. "You really believe you stand a chance? You are your mother's daughter and look how easily she fell under my spell…you, a child, should be even easier to put down."

"You are your mother's daughter…"

Selena flicked her wand and Jacqueline cried out as a gash opened up on her flesh. Selena directed her attacks at the older woman's legs, making sure that the woman could not run. Jacqueline stumbled and fell on her knee, blood flowing freely from her wounds and stained the ground crimson. That's when Selena used the Cruciatus curse for the first time on her mother, earning screams of pain that made her skin crawl.

The young witch walked over to her mother and grabbed the wand from the woman's twitching hand, taking it from her. She temporarily lifted the Cruciatus curse and let her mother catch her breath. Jacqueline stared up at her with fear that she had only shown in Voldemort's presence.

"You are not…You can't be Aberforth Dumbledore's brat," Jacqueline panted, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

"You're right," Selena hissed, pulling back her hood so that her mother's eyes widened in a mixture of fear and surprise. "I am a daughter of Voldemort's bitch and I've come to avenge Evelyn Dumbledore and Grandmother Charis!" Her eyes glittered darkly. "And George Weasley!"

"Traitor!" Jacqueline screamed at her, pointing an accusing finger up at Selena. "You traitorous whore!"

"Don't speak about yourself like that," Selena kicked her back onto her back when the woman started to rise, "because you really are worse than that." She pulled out a silver knife and showed it to the woman on the ground before her. "Really Mother, I expected more of a fight from you, but I guess all those years in Azkaban have taken away your nerve."

"Selena, what do you plan on doing with that?" Jacqueline asked with a small, challenging smile on her face. "Cut your dear old mum in an act of Muggle violence? Dice me into little bits and feed me to the birds?"

Selena reached around her mother's head and grabbed her beautiful black hair. Jacqueline grabbed hold of Selena's arm and her nails dug into the girl's flesh. "I have my plans for you," Selena snarled, her eyes darkening in her rage. "You have failed me, Mother! And the Dark Lord!"

Selena cut her mother's hair off and dropped it on her mother's lap. She saw that Jacqueline was reaching for the wand that stuck out of a pocket in Selena's cloak and stabbed her knife into the woman's shoulder, twisting the blade to earn a painful cry from Jacqueline. The woman clutched at her shoulder with her non-wand hand, knowing her wand arm was now useless.

"Aw…don't tell me you're losing your nerve," Selena whispered, snapping her mother's wand in half and casting the pieces aside. "You haven't experienced such pain since Voldemort made you his whore, have you?"

"You dare speak his name when you are attacking his mate?" Jacqueline demanded, her eyes betraying her fear despite how much anger she tried to put in them.

"Don't flatter yourself. You were his one-time whore. He cast you aside once he realized you were having a girl…" She smirked at her mother, sliding her knife across her mother's face so that a thin cut bled from cheek to cheek. "And can't you agree, Mummy that I'm better than he thought I was going to be?" Selena kicked her mother in the side and stepped back to admire her handiwork. "Now if I only had a Dementor to Kiss you...but what fun would that be? I need you dead, not soulless."

Jacqueline tried to stand up, but Selena cut her down with another Cruciatus curse. The older French woman's cries filled the night air, but no one was around to hear her. No one cared. All was still.

"Now…Mother," Selena said, pointing her wand at her mother's heart. "Let's see if I can make you scream and go mad like you made Aberforth Dumbledore's wife before you killed her." Her eyes flashed red. "And then I shall be done playing around and you will be dead, wretched woman!"

Jacqueline lifted a bloodied hand and looked scared as she stared into Selena's eyes. "M-Master?"

Selena laughed coldly and started opening more wounds on Jacqueline…

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George was pacing in the front yard of the Burrow when Selena Apparated outside of the gate. She didn't look at him as she walked towards the front door and disappeared inside, telling him that something was wrong. He followed her inside and kept close to her heel as she walked through the Burrow, her cloak of darkness billowing around her. George knew that Evelyn was in the backyard with Tonks, both Dumbledore brothers, Lupin, and Snape, but he figured that the Metamorphagus wouldn't attack her as long as there were older Order members around.

They walked outside and Selena went straight towards the three Dumbledore family members. She reached into her cloak and grabbed something. Evelyn looked at her with wary eyes as if expecting her to draw her wand on her. George held his breath, hoping that Selena wouldn't make such a reckless move.

Something silver and red gleamed in Selena's hand and George realized with a start that it was a blood-covered knife. She stabbed it, point down, into the wooden table in front of Evelyn and George heard Evelyn gasp.

"It is done," Selena hissed in a tight voice.

George didn't understand what that meant, but apparently it was something that the Dumbledore family knew and something that Snape registered in his mind. Everyone grew eerily quiet and still except for Selena. She turned and walked past him, her eyes hidden in shadow beneath her cloak's hood. George couldn't help feeling like something was wrong with her, so he followed her again.

"'Lena?" George asked as they ascended the stairs and approached the bathroom. "What was that all about?"

Selena didn't answer him. She flipped on the light of the bathroom and pulled her cloak's hood off. George couldn't help thinking that she was paler than she had been when he'd last seen her the night prior. And there were drops of red on her face. Startled but curious, George reached out and grabbed the back of her cloak and pulled it off of her. Blood stained her clothes and the skin of her arms.

"Selena, what did you do?" George demanded.

Selena looked at him with glassy eyes, full of sadness. "I killed her…"

"Who?"

"Jacqueline Marie le Roux," Selena told him with a slight smile. "The witch that did so much evil is dead because of me." She looked at her reflection in the mirror. "It wasn't a peaceful death. She didn't die by a simple Killing curse." Her fingers tightened on the edges of the sink so that her knuckles were visible through her skin. "I tortured her for hours, from midnight to dawn and then I killed her…"

George listened carefully to her voice. It was shaky as if she was just realizing what she had done, but he heard no remorse. Part of him was thrilled to know that le Roux was dead. That part had wanted to take her out with his own hands. However, there was another part of him that was worried for his girlfriend and their unborn child…

"Selena, why did you sneak out and kill her?"

"Why? I had a sister and grandmother to avenge, George. I had to make her pay for what she did to you, to my family…" Selena turned her head slightly and looked at him with one eye. "I know it's bad, that I'll be in big trouble if Voldemort catches me, but it felt…"

"'Lena?"

"It felt really good…like I had done something right for once, something…good."

George stared at her for a moment, unsure of what to say. He watched her pull her shirt off and draw her wand. "My beautiful little troublemaker," he sighed.

The Dark Mark on her arm shifted and he saw her wince, signaling that it was burning again. George wished he could point his wand and say a spell to make the Mark go away. Selena didn't deserve to be stuck with a bunch of evil, pureblood fanatics. It was changing her in ways that he didn't like, in ways that scared him.

She waved her wand over her shirt and the blood magically disappeared as he watched her. George, wanting to do something besides stand there stupidly, reached over and turned the faucet on for her.

"Thanks love," Selena murmured, scrubbing the blood off of her arms and hands.

A thought occurred to him. "How did you convince your mum to meet with you before you… killed her?"

Selena's spine stiffened slightly as she rubbed at the blood drops on her face until they were gone. "I contacted her using Evelyn's name. She came alone and expected performing a repeat of what she did to Evelyn's mother. Evelyn's stronger than her mother in many ways, but she's not capable of thinking clearly in her anger…Jacqueline knows this because of Malfoy and was expecting an easy victory…" She turned the water off and dried her hands off on a hand towel. "She wasn't expecting to meet me or my wrath, but once I had her in my grasp she was never going to get free. Every one of the Death Eaters will think that Evelyn killed my mother…There's no other reason for them to think otherwise."

She slipped her shirt back on, taking away one of the views that George found pleasing. George saw that she was regaining her color slowly which was a good thing.

"George, I will protect my family," Selena told him, holding a hand out for him to take. "I'll protect you and everyone else in your family."

"Our families are one," George whispered, taking her hand and pulling her close to him as if he needed the contact to be sure that she was really there, that this wasn't some twisted dream. "Selena, I swear to protect you, but you've got to stop sneaking out of the house for hours on end or I won't be able to keep my promise to you."

Selena nodded and looked up at him. "Okay. No more sneaking out…I'll make sure to tell you where I'm going and when I plan to come back. Will that make you happy?"

George stared into her eyes and color flooded her face as she read his mind. He smiled at her and touched her face. "Can you help me for wanting to be close to you all the time, pet?"

"You could be less perverted about it."

"The way I see it, you're either really perverted or not perverted at all," George told her, tapping his finger on her nose a couple of times. "There is no middle ground."

Selena smiled up at him and allowed him to press her up against the door. He was just about to kiss her when his annoying little brother popped up the stairs.

"I don't want to know what you did, woman," Ron said, staring at Selena. "But whatever you did has gotten the adults acting all bleeding crazy."

Selena looked at George. "Five minutes." A phoenix feather fell into Selena's hair. She grabbed it and frowned as she looked back at George. "Six minutes."

"I'll come with you…"

"No. You stay here and I'll…" She leaned in close and whispered something intriguing in George's ear.

He pulled back and looked at her in surprise. "You'd really do that?"

Selena winked and disappeared from the bathroom, heading past Ron as she descended the stairs. Ron stared after her for a moment before looking at his brother.

"What did she say she'll do?" Ron demanded.

"That, ickle Ronnie-kins, is something that you're not mature enough to hear about," George said with a smirk as he headed for his room. "And I'd watch your food tonight if I were you. I hear the spiders are coming for a visit…"

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Selena stood in the kitchen with her adopted family and Snape. Evelyn couldn't stop staring at her with wide eyes, her hand resting lightly on her stomach. Snape was scowling and the way he was looking at her made her think that he was going to admit her to the psych ward of St. Mungo's. Aberforth stood between her and Evelyn as if not trusting his daughters to keep on civil terms. Dumbledore looked very sad and tired.

"Well, let's get this started," Selena muttered, leaning against the oven as if needing the extra warmth it gave off. "Who wants to have the first crack at it?"

"This is just a game to you, isn't it?" Evelyn asked, speaking to her for the first time since the attack. Selena wasn't surprised by the bitterness in her voice. "You sneak out. You torture and kill. You come back with bloody trophies and the adults discuss things with you. Are you that sick of a person?"

Selena shrugged a shoulder, her Dark Mark standing out against the skin of her arm. "I thought you'd be happy that I killed perhaps Voldemort's strongest witch, who killed your mother." She glanced over at Evelyn. "I did it under your name."

"I never asked you to."
"You're my once sister, you didn't have to ask." Selena looked up at Aberforth when he cleared his throat. "But now I'm thinking that I should have waited a day or so to kill her."

"Selena, killing Jacqueline le Roux under Evelyn's name was a reckless thing to do," Dumbledore commented, looking at her over his half moon spectacles. "Not only have you put Evelyn's life in further danger, but you have risked your life in the off chance that another Death Eater was in the vicinity of your attack on Jacqueline."

Selena sighed and crossed her arms, not meeting Dumbledore's gaze. "It's not like Voldemort loved my mother. You told me yourself that he was incapable of feeling love. Besides, he has plenty of brainwashed minions to take her place."

"Miss Charis," Snape said, his voice quieter than normal and Selena knew it was only because he was mad. "You had better pray to your God that the Dark Lord does not find out that there is a traitor in his midst. He will not show favor to you even though you are his daughter."

"You would know about being a traitor…"

Snape opened his mouth to say something else, but Selena held her hand up silencing him.

"Listen, I know it was possibly a stupid move," She earned a few dirty looks, "but can't you agree that it was a smart move in the fact that one of Voldemort's best minions is dead? Now all we really have to worry about is Bellatrix, the Malfoy clan, and a handful of brainwashed wizards and witches."

"And a very pissed off Voldemort!" Evelyn snapped, her eyes turning to flint again.

Selena looked away from them. Aberforth put a hand on her shoulder, but Selena didn't look at him.

"There's something else, isn't there Selena?" Aberforth asked, squeezing her shoulder gently. "Something you're not willing to admit…"

Selena pushed herself away from the oven and looked up at her adopted father. "Do you really want to know something that horrible…?" She glanced around the small kitchen at the people that cared about her in some way, shape, or form. "It will set in stone the way you view me…At least, the way those that hate me view me…" Her eyes landed on Evelyn and stayed there, knowing that their relationship might never be fixed at the rate they were going.

"What is it?"

The young witch suppressed a shudder at the memory of the cold feeling of evil filling her with her father's laughter. She could feel all eyes on her and quickly put up her walls to keep those trained in Occlumency out of her head.

"I think…Voldemort's knows that I killed someone last night," Selena muttered, crossing her arms. "But…"

"How would he know? You said that he didn't know about you killing le Roux! That he thought I did it!" Evelyn's eyes narrowed. "Or are you changing your story?"

Selena shook her head and looked at Dumbledore pleadingly. "There was a moment when I was…with my mother…and I – I think Voldemort slipped into my head."

Dumbledore looked interested while Evelyn looked at her skeptically. Selena didn't know what else to say, so she closed her mouth and bit her bottom lip, a habit she hated. She knew it was bad that Voldemort had slipped into her head for a moment during the torture of her mother, but she didn't know how bad it was.

"You were aware of Voldemort's presence in your mind?" Dumbledore asked, standing up slowly. "Have there been any other incidents like this where he slipped into mind, Selena?"

Selena hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip. "When I…killed my stepfather, but that was before I was taught Occlumency." She looked at Snape. "How could he get into my head if I've kept my defenses up?"
Evelyn sneered at her. "Maybe because you're evil just like him."

"And you're a hateful bitch, you know that?" Selena snapped, glaring past Aberforth at her. "One that really needs to shut her damn mouth."

"Girls!" Aberforth looked at the two of them. "You both need to shut your damn mouths!"

Evelyn's face flushed full of color and she looked away, her eyes watering. Selena pointedly looked up at the ceiling as if it held all the answers she needed. Albus waited until Aberforth gestured at him to speak.

"Selena, it may be that during these moments where you are experiencing a very powerful emotion that your defenses grow weaker. Temporary though it may be, it is enough for Voldemort to plant a malicious seed of doubt and evil in your mind." He turned to Snape. "Severus, when Voldemort calls you to his side again, Selena will not join you."

"What?" Selena's green eyes snapped onto his in an instant.

"Need I remind you that you are pregnant, Selena? You and your sister are not to leave this house without an older Order member." He smiled slightly. "No more sneaking out on a romantic adventure with George, I'm afraid to say. We cannot risk losing either of you and your unborn children. You are to remain here, both you and Evelyn."

"But how am I supposed to do my job and spy - ?"

"That is no longer your job, Selena." Dumbledore turned and headed out of the kitchen as promptly as he had entered it.

"Ha-ha!" Evelyn laughed, smirking at Selena. "Now you can't see your daddy anymore!"

Selena moved as if to walk by Evelyn on her way out of the kitchen, but the look on Evelyn's face finally got to her. The dark witch slapped her sister across the face. Evelyn looked stunned, but no one moved to stop Selena from hitting her again.

"Shut your damn mouth!" Selena snarled, her eyes flashing. "I killed my mother because of you! I would have been content to let her rot in Azkaban for years after this wizard war ended, but no! You wanted revenge and couldn't get it without killing yourself and your baby at the same time, so of course, big sis had to step in and do the work for you!"

Evelyn's eyes darkened to flint again. "First of all, you didn't have to kill anyone for me! And second, you're not my sister! You're an unwanted, unloved, miserable creature that my father brought home with him years ago!" She pushed Selena back. "Why don't you go back to your father and your old family? I'm sure Draco Malfoy would love to see you again!"

Selena's face became emotionless and her voice void of all emotion. "I hope your baby dies inside of you and you have to deliver it only to bury it in the cold, unforgiving ground, Evelyn Dumbledore."

"Selena!" Aberforth growled wearily as Snape ushered her out of the room.

"I'm never apologizing to her," Selena told Snape bluntly as he ushered her into the living room. "So don't get your hopes up for a peaceful family reunion. And…" She saw the look in his eyes. "I'm not going to listen to another word about me being a danger to society. I know what I am and I'm happy to be the way I am."

Snape looked down his nose at her. "Tread with caution now Miss Charis," he said quietly. "You are fast making enemies…I suggest watching your back and your cup."

Selena looked at him with a frown and nodded after a moment. She placed a hand on his arm for a moment, just above his concealed Dark Mark before turning her back on him and walking away…

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A/N: I think I went a little far in this chapter, but I think Evelyn deserves a slap on the face every now and then…But again, I could have gone too far…I know it's an awkward ending to the chapter, but I'll do my best to make the next couple of chapters worthwhile.

I'd like to thank you all for reviewing my story and as long as I keep it going, I hope to see more reviewers. Thanks for your support! ~ Scarlet