Little Whinging, Surrey England
A Muggle playground in what is called by them the suburbs of London was the sight of a showdown between the true hero of our world and agents of what was supposed to be a dissolved organization. But it all started in Wiltshire at the humble abode of an upstanding family in our community the Malfoys.
The Malfoys had so graciously taken in the Savior of the Wizarding World and she had been adjusting so nicely and finally learning what it was to be a member of our community when by complete stealth, an unnamed agent of the Order of the Phoenix had infiltrated the house and abducted the young girl. The unnamed agent took the girl to a home in Surrey England where as the Boy-Who-Lived previously she had been held as prisoner, wearing barely only rags and treated as a House Elf.
Our Savior suffered terribly for eleven years before his career at Hogwarts began and as Ministry investigators are discovering, he had been left there malnourished and forced into being a personal House Elf for the Muggle family within. This Muggle family, the sister of Lily Potter did not treat our Savior with the care and affection that we had assumed he had received for all those years. Even now, Ministry investigators are finding more evidence of at least attempted magical suppression and abuse.
Upon her difficult return to the home of such nightmares, several attempts were made to drug our hero with several different potions, but our hero was able to hold out until late in the morning.
Somehow, despite being withheld food and drink, she was able to open her cell, escape the house and make it outside of the anti-apparition wards. In the aforementioned park, she was surrounded, but later rescued by Aurors from the British Ministry.
Ministry officials tipped off by Lucius Malfoy had bugged that specific park just days before with surveillance spells and listening charms and were able to hear the whole story.
Among those who were present accosting our Savior were those once counted as the "Best friends" of the Boy-Who-Lived, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. Also present were other members of the Weasley brood, Arthur, Molly, William, Fred, George, and Ginevra Weasley. Percival Weasley, an upstanding member of our community was not present and did comment on his family involvement.
"I had always tried to tell mum and dad that Dumbledore was up to something with Potter and that they shouldn't get involved. I was able to get out of his manipulations and Charlie was able to, but sadly no one else was able to."
Percival went on to say, "I am only glad that Miss Potter was able to escape Dumbledore's machinations."
Also present in the Muggle park with wands held against the now young girl were Kingsley Shacklebolt, Hestia Jones and Nymphadora Tonks, Aurors of our Ministry. All of whom were immediately fired after the incident. Seasoned Dark Wizard hunter, Alastor Moody had led the attack against the girl and is now being held in St. Mungo's with concerns over his state of mind. Amelia Bones, the Head of the DMLE commented on the involvement of these Aurors and former Aurors, connected to her branch of the Ministry saying:
"It is with great regret that I announce the involvement of these four that I and our people thought we could trust, but it is clear that they are willing to put others in danger for the ideals of others."
Others present included petty criminal Mundungus Fletcher who was found with several items belonging to the Black family and was immediately carted off to Azkaban. Colin and Dennis Creevey former housemates of the Boy-Who-Lived. Albus Dumbledore did not seem to be present at the time of the confrontation.
It is with a deep regret that this reporter informs our public that these former Ministry Aurors were not able to be charged with a crime. Albus Dumbledore arrived at the Ministry early that morning and was able to get all released with just a few fines paid.
"How was he able to pull this off, you may ask?"
Technically, our Savior, whose new name as the not yet engaged fiancé of You-Know-Who has not been released yet, is technically under Albus Dumbledore's care. It was his right to take the girl, despite the agreement that had been drawn up for marriage to the contrary. Dumbledore's statement said:
"I was greatly distressed at the increasingly darker overtones that were coming from someone who is supposed to uphold the Banner of the Light. I felt it was my duty as the Steward of the Potter Estate and as her magical guardian to correct the things _ was teaching him." Please recognize that Dumbledore spoke HIS name at this juncture.
The Malfoys current guardianship of the girl is legal, but so was Dumbledore's attempted reacquisition of the girl was legal, due to loopholes in our Magical Laws.
The Wizengamot in an emergency meeting this morning is now attempting to close this loophole, but the body seems to be divided due to Dumbledore's supporters having enough votes to hold off any attempt to censure.
As information continues to come out the Daily Prophet will do all in its power to provide fair and accurate information to our readers. Right now, this reporter can announce that Miss Potter has been safely returned to the Malfoys and on July 31 when she turns seventeen, will be completely free of Dumbledore's acts. Stay safe out there.
Lucius Malfoy put the paper down with complete disgust. "Dumbledore has weaseled himself and his allies out of any legal culpability again."
Narcissa sighed at that while Lucius continued to grumble, "but at least Moody will be stuck in St. Mungo's for the rest of his life and the Aurors caught working with Dumbledore will never get a job working in the Ministry again."
Narcissa did not reply to Lucius' unspoken commentary on the article in the Daily Prophet. Instead with a nervous look, she turned to see her son and the girl she was fast starting to consider as her own daughter sitting in their chairs staring off into space and saying nothing.
"Draco, dear," Narcissa said, but his eyes did not look up, and then, "Tempest, sweetheart –" but again there was nothing, "aren't you going to eat anything?"
There was no response. Tempest had been catatonic since the event of the previous day. Draco who had been impersonated seemed to have lost much of his luster. Things had been smoothed over with the Parkinsons, but sadly, they were not able to pursue anything against the Weasleys due to assistance from Dumbledore. She wanted to curse them all!
"Tempest dear," she tried again, and then an idea popped into her mind, "Would you like it if I invited Miss Parkinson over this afternoon?"
And for the first time, Tempest's eyes flashed and she looked up at her mother and offered a waning smile. But she did not respond in any other fashion.
"I shall make a Floo call to Malcom when I am finished with my tea," Lucius said, putting down the paper and drinking the tea.
Narcissa tried with Draco. "I will try to call Isabella Zabini to see if Blaise might be able to spend a week here."
And for once Draco looked up and like Tempest gave just the hint of a smile. Narcissa nodded at this.
It took weeks of coaxing from Narcissa, Lucius, and Pansy, but finally within a week of Tempest's coming out party, she was beginning to show signs of life once more. Blaise and a few broom rides outside soon had Draco back to his normal self.
Two days before Tempest's seventeenth birthday and Malfoy Manor was a stream of activity. Wizards and witches were in the Grand Hall putting up tables and decorations for a large ball the Malfoys were hosting. Goblins were in the entryway making certain that security precautions were fully in place. The House Elves were already busy in the kitchen baking the cakes and pies that would be on display. House elves were being borrowed from Malfoy allies, the families of Crabbe and Goyle had sent them to finish the decorations and make certain everything was prepared.
Standing front and center like a regal queen in the midst of the celebrations was Narcissa Malfoy. She was moving back and forth among the rooms directing the well-orchestrated madness that was inside. Lucius Malfoy was not far away either. He was in close proximity with the lead Goblin from Gringotts going over again the security details.
Inside of the quarters of Tempestora Potter there were several witches from Twilfitt and Tattings. These were making final adjustments on the dress that Tempest would wear for her coming of age and her presentation as the official betrothed of Voldemort. Standing on a soapbox with mirrors all around her tall and regal was Tempestora herself.
Tempest watched as glittering silver green robes were wrapped around her. A belt of similar fabric was wrapped around her waist. On her feet were five inch white heels. It had taken months of constant practice moving up from one inch to three inch heels, but Narcissa Malfoy had done wonders. The woman posing before the mirrors before her would leave no doubts that she was now all woman and anything that was a boy was left behind.
Sitting to the side, wearing something more casual for the moment was what was now truly Tempest's best friend, the confidant who had gotten Tempest out of her shell after the horrible experience with the Muggles, Pansy Parkinson. For her big coming of age party, Pansy was Tempest's attendant. It was Pansy's great honor to stand beside Tempest for all of the activities associated with this big event.
She got to shop with Tempest, and for security's sake, it was a quiet shopping trip in Paris.
She got to wear a dress nearly as beautiful, but not quite as extravagant as Tempest's, and since her growing friendship with their girl, her widowed father had granted her the opportunity to shop with the Malfoys and she was able to finally update her wardrobe.
At the moment, Pansy's gown still lay wrapped in its outer protections, waiting for Pansy's turn for a fitting. Right now, it was Tempest's turn.
If you were a fly on the wall of the room, you would not think that trauma lay in the past for Tempestora Gormlaith Potter. The chatter between Tempest and Pansy was light and friendly and constant. Ever since Pansy spent many days and nights with Tempest in her bed, coaxing her out, getting her to eat and drink, and finally convincing her to shop with her and Narcissa, Tempest had rewarded her with her complete trust. It was Pansy who had been able to get Tempest to focus on the upcoming ball.
After everything that Tempest had gone through, what really had cemented this relationship had been Pansy's dark sarcastic tones, something she inherited from her Death Eater father. The biting comments about Mudbloods and Blood Traitors had released some of the stress in Tempest. But it did something else – it moved Tempest even further down a path toward Pureblood ideology.
At the moment Tempest stood like the pureblood queen she had become in front of the mirror. Her gown was exquisite and the girls who were helping her gushed at her beauty and the clothes she was wearing. More than once Tempest could not compare what had transpired from her rescue from being Harry Potter to this. More and more Tempest found herself accepting the changes that were happening to her and welcoming them.
Tempest turned and posed for herself in the mirror and smiled and thought to herself but it came out loud,
"Until my Lord Voldemort I hardly ever smiled. I had a few friends, but there were arguments and danger and trials."
There was a gasp around her. The girls who were helping her with the fitting were not comfortable using that name. Pansy, who was her friend had always been taught never to use that name. But Tempest laughed at them.
"That is right," she said with a laugh. "I alone have been given permission to speak his name."
Then, she turned to the mirror, memories about the past coming to her. As Harry Potter she had spoken his name too. But Dumbledore had told Harry to use it. Tempest could not help but scowl at the thought of Dumbledore and at the thought of who she had been. Everything was now colored with that twist. Dumbledore had ruined her life. Voldemort had saved her life.
Tempest came out of her musings, as she stepped down from the soap box, still dress like a queen. She sat on a prim chair, her back high and stiff, due to the clothes and called out.
"Pansy, time for you to strut like a peacock."
Pansy who had closed her eyes for just a moment, chuckled. Then, her eyes darted with mischief on her face as they met Tempest's.
"It is about time you finished, Tempestora –" she spoke with an overexaggerated eye roll. "I was beginning to think that you were so vain that you were going to stand there admiring yourself all day."
Tempest turned to her with a genuine smile. Those that knew her knew that Tempest rarely smiled these days. Only Narcissa, Pansy, or Voldemort were ever able to get a smile from Tempest. She might give someone else a smile, but it never reached her eyes. This smile lit up her face and showed the beauty of Potter, Black, and Gaunt blood. She also showed a mischievous grin as she met Pansy's and said,
"Well, I have so much work to do in order to compete with the likes of Pansy Parkinson –" she said back.
Pansy laughed lightly. The first few years had not gone nicely for Pansy Parkinson. Her face had resembled a pug-like dog more than a pureblood princess. Her eyes which had been quick to turn on others to deflect negative attention from herself had hidden the beauty within. But in the last year Pansy Parkinson had blossomed. Her face had softened and her nose did not seem quite so sharp on her. Her long black hair had found the proper fashion. She did not have a mother figure to shop with, but she had gotten the special privilege of shopping with Narcissa Malfoy and Tempest Potter in the fashion capital, Paris.
Her time at Malfoy Manor not fawning over Draco Malfoy had done something else for Pansy. It had finally caught the eye of the boy whose heart she so desperately always seemed to try to catch, Draco. Draco had had to beg to be left alone with Pansy so that he could apologize for the debacle of what Ron had done polyjuiced as himself. He had offered to take Pansy on a stroll through Diagon Alley. Pansy had refused him to spend time with her newfound friend. The refusal had forced Draco to begin to fawn over Pansy.
Pansy stood on the soap box as her gown was laid over her lithe young body. Pansy was not allowed to upstage the Queen for the day, but she would come just short of this. She wore a shimmering silk dress in a royal blue color. The dress had no adornment or sparkle like Tempest's. She wore navy blue high heels. Hers were only three inches so that she did not reach the height of Tempest.
The light chatter continued and Tempest joined with Pansy in the snarky comments made about what others who were not as well connected as the two of them might be doing or wearing right now. The conversation was a little dark and certainly seemed to make even the attendants in the room uncomfortable. One of the attendants was a half-blood and the other was a pureblood, but married to a half-blood. They both seemed to bite their tongues at some of the comments that came out of Pansy or Tempest's mouth.
At last the dress was officially fitted. The two girls were slowly undressed and the dresses were hung and put away. Then slightly before the evening meals Pansy and Tempest were alone in Tempest's sitting room. Pansy who had been sprawled out on the couch nearly cried out as Tempest fell down on her lap and giggled. Each girl wrapped their arms warmly around each other and giggled like the school girls they still were.
"Did you see what those girls were wearing as they were fitting us?" Pansy asked.
Tempest shook her head, "I was trying not to look, but I kept having to protect myself from the glares the two were giving us."
"They would dare glare at the likes of us?" Pansy asked.
Tempest giggled. "They probably assumed like so many others that I was supposed to be a Muggle-lover."
Pansy sighed dramatically, but she did not respond. Tempest laid her head upon Pansy's shoulder. The Slytherin princess who was often so cold toward others in public had warmed up to Tempest rather quickly. She wrapped her arms around her and whispered.
"Are you thinking about the Mudblood and the Blood Traitor again?"
Tempest's groan betrayed that yes she was. In the past Harry Potter would have started a fight over anyone who would dare call Hermione Granger a Mudblood or Ronald Weasley a Blood Traitor, but it had been Tempest who after a day or two of duldrums had started to come out of it by calling them those names to Pansy in her darkest moments.
"I know that I should move on," she sighed at last, "But the Blood Traitor had been my first friend –"
But as she said it, she couldn't help but feel that there had been something else at work. She remembered the epiphanies she had on the island as Harry Potter. Molly Weasley just happened to be waiting outside of the Muggle entrance to Platform 9 ¾. Ron could not find any other places to sit on an expanding magical train.
Pansy held her tightly and whispered further in her ear. "They were the friends of Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, gatekeeper to fame and fortune for those who sat at his right and left, and the minute Harry Potter ever wanted to be normal or live a normal life, they abandoned him."
As Pansy said the words Tempest felt herself accept those words as truth. She remembered Harry abandoned by Ron after he was chosen to be the Tri-Wizard Tournament's fourth champion. She remembered Hermione belittling Harry for not accepting anything Albus Dumbledore said hook line and sinker.
"That Mudblood bitch," Tempest whispered. "She brewed the Polyjuice potion and helped that Blood Traitor sneak into this house."
Pansy held her as Tempest continued to spew such venom and hate. She did not see Tempest reach for the locket around her neck as she did nor did she see Tempest's eyes flash red. When the two girls separated later – Pansy had to return that evening and Tempest would be speaking with her soon to be betrothed – Tempest was composed and prepared for her coming party.
That evening after a quiet dinner with the Malfoys and an evening tea, Lord Voldemort arrived. Her future betrothed took Lucius to the office for a discussion that went nearly fifty minutes and at last was ready for their scheduled walk.
The Malfoys, Tempest, and Lord Voldemort had been very careful in how Tempest and Lord Voldemort interacted. In the Wizarding world it was not proper for a lady and her husband-to-be to be allowed alone and unsupervised. It was considered scandalous. Each of these rendezvous had happened at Malfoy Manor with a walk in the gardens.
When Lord Voldemort arrived in the parlor, he saw Tempest reading intently from a book he had chosen for her to read. She had resisted reading some of the topics and books he had suggested when she was Harry Potter, and still that resistance had held on while she had been learning at home with the Malfoys. But after the kidnapping, it seems that whatever resistance Tempest felt inside had faded away to nothing.
"Tempestora –" his rich voice spoke into the parlor. At the sound of her official name, Tempest looked up from her reading and offered a genuine smile for him. She placed the book on the small table next to her and then rose, dipping her head in reverence to her husband to be.
"My Lord –" she spoke with a clear melodious voice of her own. The two looked at each other, clearly attraction beginning to grow. Lord Voldemort now fully returned to his physical appearance was an attractive young man, but his wife-to-be was simply bewitching. Tempest's growing affection for him was clearly shown as her eyes beheld him.
Walking up to her husband to be, she let him take her arm in his and he began to walk out into the warm English evening. Lady Malfoy and Lord Malfoy followed them to the patio beyond. Those two stopped and sat together to speak quietly while Lord Voldemort and Lady Tempestora walked out into the long pathways around the Malfoy grounds.
Neither one spoke for a while but just looked out into the spacious park enjoying their private time together, which was so precious few. Then, Voldemort spoke at last.
"Lucius tells me that preparations for the ball are nearly complete. Everything you need is ready."
Tempest smiled remembering her dress fitting as she looked up at him. "Yes," she said with satisfaction. "My dress fits to perfection, as does Pansy's."
Lord Voldemort hummed softly. Tempest had learned that her husband-to-be did not chuckle, but he would often hum if he felt slight amusement.
"Miss Parkinson seems to glow in your presence. My sources tell me that she has completely turned from the pursuer of young Heir Malfoy to the pursued."
Tempest hummed in her own amusement. She too discovered that in the presence of her husband to be that she often took on his personality quirks. The two bantered gently regarding Tempest's upcoming ball for nearly the whole hour, but as the time began to grow late for Voldemort to leave, Voldemort became very quiet as if something heavy was on his mind. Voldemort had been leading Tempest back toward the patio and the faint outline of Lord and Lady Malfoy sitting at the bench on their patio could just be seen again when Tempest pulled on his arm and turned to look at him.
"What troubles you, my Lord?" she asked, her voice nearly a whisper.
His eyes blazed red as they looked at her. Tempest knew when he looked at her that way it had never been in anger. In fact, Tempest could never remember him being angry with her for any reason. She had feared that he would be angry with her after her abduction, but she had later discovered that he had been proud of her ingenuity in escaping the trap. No! Those red blazing eyes as they burned toward her showed his jealousy. Tempest was his and no one else could have her. She was starting to enjoy that feeling.
"I have been considering something since your kidnapping –" he said quietly.
Tempest sighed softly, looking down but his hand reached for her chin and pulled it back up so that she could see his eyes focused on her.
"You and I both know that Dumbledore has brought back his Order of the Phoenix. You know as well as I do that he will stop at nothing until I am killed and you are either his pawn or in a grave next to me."
Tempest nodded – that thought had been heavy on her mind. It had been a large part of the depression she felt after her return from Number Four Privet Drive. It had been what made her parting with her former friends so difficult for her.
"I will not fail you again, my Lord –" she whispered determined to prove herself as his.
But his red eyes looked through her, his laser focus not turning away as he prepared to speak.
"You did not fail me, Tempestora. But I fear that the enemy will stop at nothing to try again. I feel it necessary that you begin to train with Bellatrix. You need to learn to use the Dark Arts."
At his urgent cry, Tempest stiffened. Her fingers dug slightly into his arm. Her inner turmoil once again flew to the surface. She whispered, "All my life in the Wizarding World I was told that the Dark Arts are evil. The Dark Arts hurt people. "
Voldemort's fingers held her chin and she forced open her eyes to gaze into his fiery gaze. Its intensity razed other emotions inside of her. He was her Lord and soon would be her husband. She was a Slytherin, and no longer the daughter of a Mudblood. She was not a blood traitor. As she looked at him more closely she felt his fingers clench on her arm as he pulled her in more closely. She felt his intensity and passion for her and she felt it for him. She wanted to please him. She wanted this.
Her answer at last came out in a whimper, filled with ecstasy, not quite understanding why his proximity made her feel so alive.
"I will do this, my Lord –" she whispered.
As he bent down to kiss her, she reached up. Before her eyes closed in the ecstasy of his touch, they burned red like his. His arms pulled her close and pressed her breasts against his body. Her arms clung to him holding to him now as if he was her life.
When he released her, Tempest looked up at him, eyes determined now to prover her loyalty. If she could have seen it, her eyes fired red in a mirror image of his own.
She felt so certain of her promise as he led her back to patio and back to the two people Tempest considered as mother and father more than any other. But one other who up to now had been kept absent from the house.
Tempest had seen the thick, shining dark hair, long eyelashes and heavily hooded eyes before. She faltered as Voldemort led her back to the patio.
"Tempest has agreed –" he said. "Take her and begin her training immediately."
Tempest stiffened as she took in violet eyes that glowed in malevolent mirth. "Hello, princess –" she cackled. "It is nice to have a reintroduction. I am your cousin or as my sister tells me, your Auntie Bella."
Tempest was at a loss for words and remained silent in the presence of the imposing witch. It took her adopted mother's chiding to come back to earth.
"Tempest, where are your manners?"
Narcissa's voice cut through the fear of who this woman was and what she was going to be doing, and she cleared her throat nervously. "Hello Lady Lestrange. I am Tempestora Gormlaith Potter. It is a pleasure to meet you."
The woman who told her she was Auntie Bella laughed – no cackled. Her head pulled back and lifted to the sky as she laughed. Tempest smiled grimly at the sight.
"There is little time, Tempest, dear," Voldemort hissed quietly using his favorite thing in her presence, parseltongue. "You need to get changed and begin your training now."
Tempest bowed her head, a lump appearing in her throat. She looked around her first to her father and mother, both of whom smiled reassuringly to her. She looked at her husband-to-be. He smiled at her – something she did not expect, as if he expected she would follow his wishes. She looked at last at the crazy smile of Bellatrix Lestrange and saw the madness, but then a hint of a whisper came to her –
"You don't see madness – you see power –"
Tempest had subconsciously touched the locket around her neck. A grim smile appeared on her face at the same time as she spoke up quietly.
"I will be right back down, Aunt Bella –"
Then, she walked quickly away. Waiting back in her rooms were long dark robes. Tempest took off the fancy witch's robes fit for a queen and put on these robes. They clung to her body tightly and she noticed immediately that they did not limit her movement in anyway. She made sure to grab the Holly and Phoenix wand and then walked her way back down. There in the Great Hall stood Bellatrix, fingering her wand with an expectant look on her face.
"Come here, dear Tempest," she said, that same twisted grin remaining on her face.
Tempest forced her feet to move toward the woman that flashes of the past told her was her enemy – "You murdered Sirius –" something in her wanted to shout. When the two were standing within three feet, Bellatrix walked around her, studying her stance.
"You stand like one ready to fight –" she said. Then she walked behind her and suddenly Tempest felt her long fingers in the curls of her hair, loosening the curls. As Bellatrix did this, she felt her hair completely come loose and undone. Tempest felt those fingers touch her scalp and the back of her neck and immediately felt herself relax strangely at the woman's touch.
"Tempest –" her soft voice said in her ear. "I want you to take the hedge you were taught, but you are going to do something different with it this time."
Aunt Bella's long fingers continued to work through Tempest's hair and scalp as she instructed her.
"Think of those beasts, those Muggles that raised you. Picture one of them –"
It did not take much as Tempest's face squinted in anger and frustration, immediately seeing all three – Dudley's sneer as he ate a full breakfast while Harry got toast. Vernon's leer when she as Tempest had laid in the bed and he thought her easy taking. Petunia's disgust that somehow Tempest could have prevented all of this by not being born.
"Don't hide what you are feeling behind the hedge, Tempest, my dear –" Aunt Bella continued to whisper. "Put the hedge around it. Picture this person and each of their disgusting attributes."
Tempest did, seeing her Aunt Petunia's neck, her Uncle's beedy eyes and her cousin's fat stomach.
"Now, open your eyes, Tempest," and Tempest did, and in front of her was three Muggles. They were not her Aunt, cousin or Uncle, but they were Muggles.
"You know the words, Tempest," Bella said. "Keep the image of your Muggle family as you look at the first one. Imagine as if you were going to control their mind. Say, 'Imperio."
Tempest felt her wand arm rise. Holly wood smooth in her hand, but she suddenly felt a burn in her fingers. She felt the strong vice grip of her Aunt Bella's fingers in that arm.
"Yes, Tempest," she whispered, "The first time is hard, because the wand resists the first time. Think of your disgusting Uncle, who nearly raped you, and say the word."
Tempest closed her eyes again, and suddenly memory after memory of her Uncle flooded into her mind.
"Say the word, Tempest –"
Tempest opened her eyes and opened her mouth, but she felt that burn in her hand and she caught the look of absolute terror on the Muggle man's face. The mouth could not talk, but those eyes pleaded with her, begged her. Tempest dropped her wand arm.
"I can't do this –" she said, her body turning to plead with her Aunt, but there was Voldemort. He was no longer smiling. His face appeared cold. Tempest's eyes met his and she whispered, "I can't do this –" He did not respond. Her eyes pleaded with him, "Please don't make me do this – "
Her Aunt Bella slipped into her view, and her face was filled with mirth and her eyes held scorn.
"Still the Gryffindor hero, my dear? Still wish to champion Muggles, Mudbloods? Are you perchance, a Blood traitor?"
Tempest's hands shook before the onslaught of insults. Bellatrix Lestrange moved closer to her, standing beside her, touching her as she whispered more in her ear.
"Three spells, my dear, and you know the incantations and the movement. It doesn't require much except your anger."
Tempest whimpered, "Please, no –"
Bellatrix continued to whisper, "I have commanded your House Elf to leave a journal on your bed. Before you go to bed, I want you to write out something your loving Muggle uncle did to you, and then put the journal away and place the hedge around it. We will talk about what you have written tomorrow."
Tempest nodded her head, and she looked up one more time at the red slitted eyes of Voldemort, longing for his approval, but she could see he had turned away from her.
"Go, Tempest, before I practice the Dark Arts on you –" Bellatrix said. Then, Tempest started to walk toward the exit, past Voldemort who did not turn to look at her. As she left the room, she heard, "CRUCIO –"
The Muggle she had refused to curse immediately started to scream. Tempest who had thought her Aunt Bella might be aiming at her, opened the door and ran, the screams of the Muggle following her into her bedroom and haunting her dreams.