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So, I know the real plot hasn't really started yet but I don't want to rush it. In a few chapters I will skip a few years or do a chapter that summarizes a few years. Which one would you guys (and girls) prefer?

I am trying to figure out a posting schedule so I'll just try to post once a week until then.

If you have any suggestions please comment.

Thank you for reading, and enjoy….

Chapter 4

The first thing Jem noticed was the aching feeling in her body. It felt a hundred times more painful than the years before. This must have been because the potions had increased her senses. She opened her eyes and gasped. She could see so much better. There were things that she had had never noticed before. A small dent in the wall, a rip in the carpet, so small that the human eye could only see it from a few inches away. The light streaming through the window was multiple colors, like a rainbow.

She sniffed. She could smell all of the way to the kitchen! They were having french toast for breakfast. She could almost taste the air, but had no words to describe it. Above her, she could hear the house elves starting their morning activities.

Just sitting in her room was exhilarating. She wondered why her father had never given her this potion before. Then she reached a conclusion that surprised her. Her body would not have been able to handle the changes, at those young ages. However, it was not the thought herself that surprised her, it was the speed at which she had reached it. Everything that she had ever been confused about fell into place. She bounced off of the bed. She winced when she heard a crack. Turning around, she saw that she had put a dent in the floor. The concrete floor. She tiptoed down the hall to the dining room, where her father was already sitting. When she gingerly sat down in her chair, he laughed.

"I assume, we will need to replace your floor?" He inquired.

"How did you know?" she exclaimed. Her father just smiled omuniously.

"I have your new training schedule," he stated. "This year you will finish the muggle schooling, learn 4 languages, muggle combat, and three more years of Hogwarts,"

Jem's eyes were getting wider and wider. "Father, I don't-"

"With your new mental capabilities, it will be fine." he reassured. "Now, go start the schedule," Jem looked down at her hand. When she was little her father had put a charm on it so that her schedule for the day appeared. When she wasn't following it, it burned.

Jem quickly finished her meal, marveling about the explosions of flavor over her tongue. Then she raced down the long corridors, and out of the palace doors to start her exercises. Two hours later she ran to her room to take a shower. Her work-out had been upgraded and she felt like she was dying.

She made her way through the rest of the day alert, and secretly testing out her new abilities. In math, she solved problems that she had been stuck on for hours in five minutes. She read a college-level book in 20 minutes. She learned the basics of Spanish and French, and began her combat training.

Even with her new capabilities she was exhausted when she fell into bed that night. The next night was the same. The nights turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, which turned into years. By the time she was nine, she would be able to take out five decent aurors in a fight. She could manipulate the magic around her with a single thought. Her reflexes were so fast that she could react before the attacker even made the conscious thought to jump her.

Jem had also become better friends with Draco. While Draco was not as skilled, he definitely surpassed everyone his age. Except Jem, of course. Narcissa and Malfoy were thrilled because this meant that they were not as easily replaceable.

Jem taught Draco as much as she could, although it was slow going because he had not taken the potions that she had. In return, Draco taught her as much as he could about the wizarding world, through the eyes of a nine-year-old. Jem listened intently, wanting to gather as much knowledge as possible. Draco was not such a good student. After a while his attention would wander and he would miss everything Jem said.

When Jem complained to her father, he laughed and told her to bother somebody else.

The Dark Lord was a mystery to most people. Jem knew him best, and could tell when he was in a bad mood. Jem knew that he could be very cold-hearted in failure. However in triumph, he could be seen with a smile on his cold face.

His followers needed to fear him, so he put on his scary face for them. The Inner Circle didn't see him that way, although they would still shake with fear when he was angry. While most Death Eaters saw him as critical, short-tempered and powerful, the Inner Circle saw him as indifferent, cold, and of course, all-powerful.

Lucius, Narcissa, and Bellatrix knew that he had a cruel sense of humor, and that the only thing he actually cared about was Jem. Jem had a way to to make him laugh. Of course when she did something wrong, he would punish her. He would use the Cruciatus Curse on her, but she did pain training, and wasn't easily affected by it.

Pain training was her least favorite part of the day. She knew it was important to overcome pain, but it didn't stop it from hurting. She was treated like any other prisoner for an hour or two a day.

She was tortured in every way that they could come up with. The difference between her and a prisoner, was that she was healed immediately afterwards. Jem could take the Cruciatus Curse without blinking. When it was from her father, she jolted, but could remain standing.

The Dark Lord was proud of how much progress she had made, although he would never say it. He was concerned, though. At the rate she was learning, she would surpass him in a matter of years. He set to work on finding a way to link his knowledge to hers, so that he could learn with her and keep tabs on her.

Several months later, he found a solution. Jem's scar was a link to him. If she was trained in mind magic, she would be able to communicate with him, and vice versa. There was a problem though. He didn't want Jem to be able to see into his mind, but it would be nice to see into hers. He would just have to make sure that she didn't find out about that.

A voice broke into his musings, "Sir, please come, sir, hurry sir, it's important sir," it said frantically. Looking down he saw that it was a house elf.

"I told you not to disturb me today," the Dark Lord said in a deadly quiet tone.

"I know sir, but sir, young master is hurt," the house elf pleaded. When the house elf blinked, no one was there.

The Dark Lord was the only one who could apparate within his palace, and it cost him a lot of energy to do so. However, his daughter was a great matter of importance, and to him, it was worth it. He knew that for her to be hurt, she had to have a life-threatening injury. She had so much pain training that anything else would not hurt her.

He landed in the main room of her training area. He heard a shrill screaming coming from the workout room. He quickly ran down the corridor to the room as the screams increased in volume. Behind him he heard three pairs of feet, the Malfoys and Bellatrix because no one else had clearance for this area.

He blasted open the door and ran in to find that Jem was laying on the floor screaming, clearly in pain. On the outside, though, there seemed to be nothing wrong. There was no blood, no pus or likewise around her at all.

"Jem, Jem, Can you hear me?" Bellatrix asked. Jem kept screaming, seemingly oblivious to the world.

The Dark Lord cast a spell to find out what was wrong with her. The light from his wand turned purple, telling him that the problem was potion related. He summoned his books and a bed for his honorary daughter to lay on. He frantically searched his potions books for any symptoms that may match this case. He was also stunned that his perfect mind could not come up with any solution to the problem.

Suddenly, the girl stopped screaming. She lay on the bed completely motionless, unconscious. This scared the Dark Lord even more because he knew that the pain had become too much to handle for the young girl, who could withstand anything he threw at her.

"Summon...summon Severus," he commanded. His followers had never heard his voice so shaky. "And bring her to the infirmary."

Ooh cliffhanger. I once read a fanfiction wear the writer would always say "Reviews, my dear readers are love," I don't know who it was but I'm going to borrow it.