A/N – Ho guys, sorry it's been so long since I updated! It took me a while to get this chap to my Beta, and I haven't been able to upload it until now. I'm sorry if it's a bit short. There will be a longer A/N at the end of the chap, so please read it! :)

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"Talking"

"Parstletongue"

Thinking

"Callia/Draco/Sirius talking in animagus forms"

Pairings: Voldemort/Bellatrix (Married), Sirius/Severus (Lovers), possible pairings with Draco and Callia later on (not together, with different people)

Warnings: This chapter will have more TORTURE, as well as IMPLIED RAPE, BLOOD/GORE. If you have a weak stomach, then you SHOULD NOT read the end of this chapter.

Other Notes: when Callia is casting a spell, it is wandlessly and non-verbally unless stated otherwise.-o-

Chapter 33

Draco was pacing the library at Riddle Manor when he felt his ring heat up. His eyes widened, and he quickly grabbed his wand out of his robes and tapped the red gem, enlarging it. He almost fainted in relief when Callia's face appeared.

"Callia!" he yelled, causing Sirius and Severus, who were lurking in a corner of the library somewhere, to come running out. They all saw the immense relief on Draco's face and the ring in his hands. Draco motioned for them to follow as he hurried out the door and into the Dark Lords study, reassuring Callia the whole way.

"Tom!" Draco called as he ran in, handing over the ring. Tom looked over straight away, not quite having enough time to conceal the raw pain on his face before it smoothed over into a hard mask. That mask, however, dropped instantly as he saw Callia's face in the mirror. He rushed forward and snatched the ring out of Draco's hand, looking into Callia's tear-filled eyes.

"Cali! Where are you sweetie? Are you alright?" Tom asked hurriedly. Callia wiped the tears off her face and smiled weakly at her father.

"I'm ok dad. Just please come find me!" her voice rose an octave on the last few words, and everyone in the room could hear the fear in it.

"Do you have any idea at all where you might be?" Tom asked her. Callia shook her head.

"No," her voice broke, and so did Tom's heart. Damn it! What has this bastard done to her! I'll fucking kill him if it's the last thing I do!

"Dad?" Callia sounded so small and vulnerable, it was almost like talking to another person; Callia never showed anyone, except maybe Draco, how vulnerable she could be.

"It's okay, baby. It's going to be ok. I'll find you ok?" Tom said, looking into his daughters ice-blue eyes. "Do you still have the two-way mirror I gave you?"

"No, he took it off me, as well as the clip mum gave me. But he gave me back my ring and the box. I don't know why?" Callia now sounded curious instead of scared, and Tom was able to think more clearly.

"It's probably because the two-way mirror and clip used normal magic, where as the ring and box were charmed with Parsel magic, so only people who can speak Parstletongue would be able to sense the magic on it," Draco said softly from beside Tom. Tom raised an eyebrow but turned back to his daughter.

"I think Draco is right," Tom said, turning briefly to give the blonde a small smile. "But we still have to figure out where you are," Tom growled in frustration before Draco's eyes widened.

"That's it! I can't believe I didn't think of it before!" he said loudly, making the three other's in the room jump.

"What is?" Tom asked hurriedly.

"Callia's ring. I had a tracking charm put on it when I got the mirrors put in it! I didn't think I would ever need it. I totally forgot about it!"

Draco looked like he was in pain, and Tom refrained from cursing the blonde, even though he very much wanted to. We could have had her home and safe by now!

"Ok, how do we activate it?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Well... We have to close the mirror-"

"No," Tom growled. "It has to stay open! I'm not letting her out of my sight now!"

"I don't want to either, but it won't work otherwise!" Draco yelled. He grabbed the mirror off Tom and started speaking to Callia, ignoring the looks of awe Sirius and Severus were giving him. No one, Death Eater or family, had ever gotten away with yelling at Tom - if they were game enough to.

"Now, once the mirror is closed, you have to say the inscription in Parstletongue. After that, it kind of works like a 'point me' spell. The snakes on the rings will move so they are facing each other. The snakes will also shrink - the smaller the snake gets the father apart the rings are. I know it's not much and won't give an exact location, but it's better than nothing. Oh, and the ring has to be on your finger or it won't work!" Draco finished. He looked up at Tom, who seemed deep in thought until he turned to the blonde.

"Do it."

"You won't be able to talk to her again once the tracking spell is activated. If the mirror is opened while the spell is in progress, it will cancel the spell," Tom's face screwed up, and pain entered his eyes.

"It's the only lead we have. Do it!"

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Callia looked at her father through the mirror with shock.

"No Dad! I don't want to!" she said, the fear barely concealed in her voice. Tom winced, but looked at her sternly.

"You have to Cali, or we can't find you!" Callia sighed but nodded.

"Okay dad. Hurry!"

With that, the mirror closed and Callia looked at the inside of the ring, even though she already knew the inscription off by heart. She put the ring on her finger and hissed out the three words.

"Familia Vincit Omnia."

Callia felt the skin the ring was touching tingle. The snake started moving, shrinking as it slithered around the silver band. After twenty seconds it stopped, pointing in the direction of Draco's ring. The snake was tiny, and Callia almost burst into tears again. He's so far away!

Callia snapped out of her thoughts when she heard footsteps in the corridor. She curled up in the corner and dropped her wind again. Merlin! I hate having to drop my warm wind, it's so fucking cold! But if I don't, he will know I'm not still weak.

Her captor walked in and smirked when he saw her curled up in the corner.

"Still weak I see. Pretty pathetic for the Dark Lords daughter!" He scoffed, walking up to her up grabbing her upper arm in a bruising grip and yanking her to her feet. "This will be easier than I thought," he smirked.

He dragged her out of her tiny cell and down the stone corridor, which had evenly spaced doors down either side. Her captor stopped at the door on the left, closest to a big oak door.

I bet that leads out of here! Callia thought excitedly. Her excitement, however, was replaced by cold hard fear when her captor pushed her into the room. It contained only one thing: a massive four-posted bed with a set of handcuffs on each post.

Callia froze as she realized what her captor was going to do to her.

Callia was picked up and thrown onto the bed, her captor looming over her. Callia's eyes widened as he quickly put up a silencing charm before he shrugged off his robe and began unbuttoning his shirt. All the while he was smiling sadistically at her. Callia was frozen in place by fear, not able to move a muscle while her whole body was screaming at her to 'get the hell out of here.'

It was only when her captor moved to unbutton his pants did Callia finally regain control of her body.

Her fear replaced itself with cold determination, and she pushed all her emotions to the back of her mind, letting herself lose control and her sadistic side take over.

A side she had inherited from both of her parents. She didn't like to lose control, but she knew she would have to let herself go if she wanted to survive this.

She kept still, a plan forming in her mind. As soon as her captor had his pants off and was standing naked over her, Callia pointed her hand straight towards his exposed crotch. Her captor seemed to stop dead when he saw the coldness in her eyes. Her voice was full of hatred and malice as she coldly spoke one word,

"Sectumsempra!"

Her captor let out an agonizing scream as his manhood and family jewels fell to the ground. He clutched the bloody, empty space between his legs as Callia sat up, her cold laugh sending shivers up his spine. He looked up at her and then down at his missing anatomy, which lay in a pool of his blood on the floor.

"You fucking little bitch!" he screamed, trying to lunge for her. Callia put up a shield quicker then he moved and he rammed into it, falling back into the growing pool of his own blood. He reached out for his robe and grabbed his wand to stop the blood flowing out. He was getting lightheaded from the loss of blood. Callia just smiled coldly as she summoned his wand and snapped it in half, a cruel smile twisting its way onto her pale face.

"I'm going to enjoy this," she said coldly, perching herself up on the corner of the bed and staring him in the eyes. She pointed at his shaking form and said, in the same cold, emotionless voice, "Crucio!"

Her captor's screams filled the room, and Callia watched with a cocked head as her captor writhed on the floor, coating his body in his own blood. Callia felt power flow through her body, and, at that moment she knew why her mother and father liked to torture people so much.

Callia lifted the curse after only thirty seconds and started down at her captor. She laughed coldly when she saw he was crying.

"Oh, you poor baby. You held me under that curse for over five minutes!" she placed him back under the curse for another thirty seconds but lifted it. She could tell he was close to death. His blood coated the floor as well as his body, which was pale under the warm, red liquid.

"Your first mistake was assuming I was weak. Guess what buddy, I'm even more powerful then my father!" her captor looked up at her with fear in his eyes. He knew he was going to die.

"Your second mistake was giving back my necklace and ring. The ring is a two-way mirror, and the box on the necklace holds my broom which I am flying away on right after you die. Your third mistake was thinking I could only do magic with my wand - I never use my wand, I hate it, so I'm glad you snapped it. As you can see, I prefer to cast wandlessly, and most of the time, non-verbally as well!" Her captor looked up at her with pleading eyes, and she laughed coldly.

"If you think I'm going to take pity on you then you're wrong. I am going to sit here and watch you die!" she cackled evilly and let a small smile pass her lips as she realized how much like her mother she sounded.

"Please, I-I have a daughter! I am the only family she has left!"

"I don't know who she is, but she's better off without you!" Callia spat.

She was now getting bored watching him die, but she didn't want to kill him - yet. She bent down and, surprising her captor, stopped the flow of blood. With a sadistic smile on her face, she then placed a finger on his chest, moving it up down and around, cutting words into his pale chest. Each letter cut deep into his skin, drawing more blood and an agonized scream.

When Callia was done she pulled back to survey her handiwork. Her captor was now holding his chest, blood running through his fingers and out of his mouth, adding to the pool he was laying in.

She then lifted his body into the air. A long thick rope bound his wrist above his head, and held his body over the pool of blood. She sliced her hand through the air and the flow of blood started again, adding more to the copious amount already beneath him. Callia summoned the camera from his robes and snapped a picture before stuffing it in her own robes.

Her captor gave a cough, spitting blood everywhere and looked down at Callia. His last breath came out as a gasp as he looked into her eyes - her blood red eyes.

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A/N – Ok, so I hope you liked it! I know some of you may be upset that she was only captured/tortured for three days, but I had other things in the story to get on with. I really only added in Callia getting kidnapped because people kept complaining she was too perfect… So I had her tortured… Aaaaaaanyway, please thankyou once again to my amazing Beta and everyone else who has been constantly reviewing :) this chap, and the next few after, will need a minimum of 6 reviews, so go review! And I want your honest opinion, so please tell me what you really think, what you would like to see when she gets back to school and so on. Oh, and the 'people that Callia should be friends with" was Luna, Neville, Bill and Charlie, so be ready to see more of them! Oh, and do any of you have any idea who the person in the Gryffindor common room in earlier chapters was? The one that ratted Callia out to Dumbledore? If you can guess I will send you the next three chapters BEFORE they get posted! Get reviewing!