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Two chapters in one day! :D Well, less than 24 hours seeing as here in the UK it's now past midnight as I load this up. I'm actually already writting the next chapter as I'm kind of on a roll. So I'll load the next chapter up after this one has a few reviews. I was going to add this to the previous chapter originally but that would have made it more than twice the length of the other longest chapter so decided to split it.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy. :)

Dora panted for air as fell forwards, ripping her mask off as her knees hit the carpet. Her Aunt jumped off the setae in front of her as she put her wine glass down, running over to Dora, instinctively checking for any signs of harm to the girl.

"What happened? Where are the others? Dora where's your Uncle?" Narcissa cupped the girls face as she made her look at her.

"I-I don't know . . . We failed . . . The prophecy broke . . . Mum was walking away . . . so I left." Dora was only just beginning to understand the gravity of the situation as she heard the words coming out of her mouth.

"You just left? Without the others? Without warning?" Narcissa looked shocked if not extremely concerned as she slowly let go of the girl.

"I- . . . We had failed. We were about to be captured . . . It made sense . . ." Dora wasn't sure if she was trying to convince her Aunt or herself.

"Y-You think Lucius got caught?" Narcissa gave a look that would have warranted Doras immediate comfort and assurance if it wasn't for the feeling of dread bubbling in her stomach threatening to make her vomit all over the pristine carpet.

"I don't know." She wavered slightly as she got to her feet, walking over to the fireplace, gripping onto the mantelpiece.

"Dora . . . You know what this will look like . . ." Narcissa hardly dared to say it.

"I didn't abandon them! . . . I was being smart . . . There was no use in all of us getting caught . . . They'll be okay . . ." Dora looked in front of her to the mirror, only now noticing the small cut on her forehead from falling when she was duelling with Remus.

Narcissa walked over "Lucius-?"

"I don't know! The idiot dropped the prophecy, Aunt Cissa!" Dora screwed her eyes shut, her hair had slowly begun to tinge white.

"I- . . . No . . . Dora he musn't know." Narcissa squeezed Doras shoulder.

She nearly instantly shrugged her off, turning around "I know . . . But he will know. I wasn't exactly the only person who witnessed it. Even if I say nothing who's to say mother won't? Or any other person there?"

Narcissa stared at her for a few moments before without a word she backed away and sat back down to her previous spot, picking up her wine glass and downing the remainder of its contents.

Dora sighed, staring into the flames of the fire. Nymphadora didn't know how much time had passed when she heard the sound of someone apparating bellow her, into the room they had been holding their meetings. Narcissa winced as she heard the unmistakable sound of a body being thrown across the table.

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Bellatrix held in a yell as she went flying across the table, only a slight groan escaping as she hit her head hard on the wood.

"M-My Lord . . ." Bellatrix stirred, sitting up on the table, looking to the all powerful man who was currently pacing around the room.

"How hard is it to get something off a bunch of fourteen year olds Bellatrix!?" He glared at her as he threw a stinging curse at the woman, causing her to jump back off of the table, clinging onto the first chair she could.

"My Lord, it wasn't me, Malfoy-" Bellatrix stuttered.

"Malfoy is on his way to Azkaban, Bellatrix! As is everybody except yourself!" Voldemort glared, ready to throw another, more powerful curse at the witch to teach her a lesson. He had to get this anger of failure out somehow and although Bellatrix was correct, she did work well, she was now the only person to blame.

"N-Not exactly, My Lord . . ." Bellatrix looked away, scared of his reaction there wasn't even the space of a second before Voldemort apparated in front of her, roughly grabbing her chin.

"What do you mean, Bellatrix?" Bellatrix could barely remember the last time he was this angry.

"D-N-Dora . . . Nymphadora . . . I saw her apparate . . . She must of figured out they were about to be captured and - . . . and fled." Bellatrix barely dared say the words "A-Although I'm sure she's back here, My Lord! I'm sure she's waiting for your next order! She wouldn't desert us, not ever! I-"

Voldemort struck Bellatrix across the face to silence her, she soon collapsed to the floor, turning to face him "She ran!?"

"My Lord-" Bellatrix was quickly silenced as her master performed silencio on her, it wasn't the first time he'd resorted to the silencing spell to shutting her up, it was actually the least painful method he used.

"I trusted you to turn that girl into a trusted servant, Bellatrix. I trusted that you would squeeze the traitor out of her, train her to be as good as yourself. I understand that you have grown attachments to her and I understand that you were unable to care for her due to your undying loyalty to myself but this is unacceptable, Bellatrix . . ." Voldemort stared at Bellatrix with his ice cold glare as he removed the silencing spell from the woman "Explain."

"My Lord," Bellatrix got to her knees, grasping for the hem of his robes "I swear she didn't abandon you . . . She was smart to leave . . . She must have seen me leaving the room and gotten the wrong idea . . . Give her a chance . . . Hear her out . . . Call for her . . . I beg of you My Lord, do not kill her."

Voldemort studied his most loyal servant for a few moments before he silently summoned Nymphadora, kicking Bellatrix away from his robes.

Nymphadora apparated to the far side of the room a few moments later, bowing immediately "My Lord . . ."

Bellatrix looked to the girl, eyes wide as with a swish of their masters wand she went flying to the centre of the room to be hung mid air in the middle of the table. "Leave us, Bellatrix." His voice was cool and steady as the young witch tried as hard as she physically could not to struggle, instead gritting her teeth.

"My Lord, I-" Nymphadora tried to beg before she was cut off in the same fashion her mother had been moments previously.

"Do not make me ask you again, Bellatrix." Voldemort glared at his most loyal. With one last begging look Bellatrix bowed, slowly edging out of the room only to stand on the other side of the door, trying to listen in.

Nymphadora groaned as the silencing spell was lifted along with the levitation spell as she crashed down onto the table bellow. She tried to sit up but was instantly met with another spell throwing her straight back down flat on the table.

"Explain to me, Nymphadora, why you deemed it necessary to leave before you received orders to retreat?" Voldemort walked over to Nymphadora, towering over her on the table as he traced his wand across her neck seemingly absentmindedly.

Dora gulped "My lord . . . We were about to be captured . . . I noticed mother leaving the room, so I took it as my cue to leave."

"Your mother did not leave, she lead the Potter boy away from the Order and led him straight to myself! Explain to me what happened girl!" Dora winced as his wand dug harshly into the flesh of her chest.

"It-It was Malfoy, he dropped the prophecy. Then the Order turned up, I was duelling . . . The whole room stopped when mum killed Sirius Black . . . Then I saw her leave . . . and I dissapparated . . . came back here . . ." Dora looked up into his eyes, terrified that she was about to die after failing the task "It wasn't mine nor mothers fault, it was Lucius-he's the one that deserves punishment."

"Malfoy has been captured, as has every other Death Eater on that task apart from yourself and Bellatrix!"

Dora didn't know what to say, didn't dare move as what he said slowly started to process in her head.

"It is true, that Lucius seems to be the main failure in this task . . ." Dora tried not to show her discomfort as Voldemort slowly brushed the hair from her face, grazing his long fingers over the cut on her forehead "it is also clear that Bellatrix was the most successful in this task . . . so the question remains, who on earth am I to punish for the failure of this? . . . I think you know the answer, Nymphadora."

Dora stared at the man who was now digging his fingers into her skull as he ripped her hair back, making her hiss in pain. She screwed her eyes shut in preparation for what she knew was coming next . . . Her blood curdling scream could be heard throughout the manor as she quickly learned that Voldemort had been holding back with his previous curse. She dug her fingernails into the wooden table as she scraped tracks across the wood, her nails soon ripping and making her fingers bleed. She arched her back, squirming in agony as she fell onto her side, her hands moving to her corset as she tore at it. Every bone in her body felt like it was compressing in on her, turning her organs to fire as she was slowly crushed. With one hard tug she ripped open the black under bust corset, convinced in her addled mind that it would help. Voldemort stopped the spell leaving the woman panting on the table, tears streaming down her face.

"You understand why you do not fail me, Nymphadora?" his voice was unnervingly calm and collected.

"Y-Yes . . . M-My L-Lord . . ." Nymphadora struggled to breath let alone talk as she struggled to catch her breath, every inch of her body still vibrating with the aftershock of the curse.

She couldn't help but let out a squeal as she was pulled back by a strong grip on her hair, she was slid along the table until the up-side-down face of her master appeared mere inches from her own.

"Were you seen? Do I have to hide you as well?" Voldemort practically spat in the young witches face.

She shook her head, she knew that Remus would never rat her out, she could trust him, why else would he have warned her? "I'm fine . . . I don't need to be hidden . . ."

Voldemort studied her for a short while before he released her hair with a forceful push making sure she impacted the table once again "Go find your mother. I'll send for her tomorrow."

With that Nymphadora was left alone in the room. Her body shook as she held back her sobs. She stayed there on the table for a good few minutes whilst she contained herself before she slid off the table, she winced at the pain, looking to her corset momentarily before she decided against putting it back on. She looked down at her dress to make sure her breasts were at least fully covered before she made for the door. She half expected her mother to be sat on the other side and was slightly confused when nobody was there.

She leant against the wall in her exhaustion for a moment before she heard the voice of her Aunt, yelling down the corridor. She sighed, pushing off of the wall as she stuck her hand out to steady herself as she slowly sauntered down the hall.

"This is your fault, Bellatrix!"

Dora bit her lip, Narcissa was clearly upset about Lucius, she hesitated for a moment deciding if it was best to intrude on them or not.

"You should have just left her there! Someone would have found her eventually and she'd have a better life than this! He's probably killed her, Bellatrix!" Narcissa sounded frantic.

Dora stopped dead in her tracks, trying her hardest to listen in whilst supporting herself against the wall, the door was already open a crack and she found that if she leant right against the wall she could see what was going on inside.

"Narcissa, we couldn't leave her there! The bloody wolves would have gotten her! She was a tiny baby with no-one to defend her, we had to take her in, it's not my fault you and Lucius raising her for half of her childhood turned her soft!" Bellatrix was leant over the same fireplace Dora had been at not moments before.

"You killed her parents . . . You killed our sister . . . It was our fault she was orphaned . . . I should have raised her as a Malfoy . . ." Narcissa was staring at her glass of wine, ignoring the tracks of tears that had been previously cried.

"Then we would be in this exact same situation except for instead of being called Nymphadora Lestrange she would be Nymphadora Malfoy . . . You forget the reason she's soft is the time she spent with you when I was- . . . away . . . " Bellatrix closed her eyes, rubbing her head.

Nymphadora silently slapped her mouth with her hand, her heart slowly breaking as she couldn't quite believe what she was hearing.

"She's as good as my daughter as any flesh and blood would be . . . She's mine, Narcissa . . ." Bellatrix looked to her sister.

"And what will she do when she eventually finds out, Bellatrix? What would you do if you found out the woman who raised you actually murdered your mother and brutally killed your father before kidnapping you as you slept as a babe to raise for her own sick and twisted plan to give The Dark Lord his ideal servant, hmm?" Narcissa was glaring at her elder sister before the look was even returned.

"It's not like that anymore! I love her, Cissy! I will protect her!"

Nymphadora screwed her eyes shut, not to morph but to try and stop the river of tears threatening to overflow from the rim of her eyes.

"I don't know if you can anymore, Bellatrix . . . . . Listen . . . She hasn't screamed in a while . . . he's probably done." Narcissa went to stand up before she was stopped.

"No, she is my daughter, no matter what you say. I will go see to her."

The faint click of heels could be heard slowly growing louder as they approached Nymphadora on the other side of the door. She couldn't be seen, she didn't know what she was going to do or how she was going to confront this but she couldn't be seen. Without thinking she turned on the spot and dissapparated.

As the fresh air gently whipped around her weak body she soon realised that she was not strong enough to disapparate after receiving such a punishment. Nymphadora collapsed on the doorstep of a familiar semi-derelict cottage in Yorkshire, the world growing dark around her as she slipped into unconsciousness.

Dun dun duuuuuun . . . . Please review and let me know what you think :D Also intrigued to know how you think this will go . . .