Black Stained

Chapter 7: Daughter of Darkness

Her insides were burning, her limbs crushed and her face was covered in scratches. She was being carried by someone. She sniffed the air around her and smelled wood, blood and this awfully dirty smell she could not quite place, but she knew she was being carried by Greyback. She wanted to struggle and release herself of the monster, but found her muscles not being able to move, she was broken. They stopped for a moment in front of the door of her room. He entered and dropped her on the ground in mid-air. She fell on her back hard and curved into a ball on her side. Greyback left and made sure the door was locked, not that she would be able to open it. With her ear pressed against the wooden floor she could hear Greyback leave. She stared at a wall again, slowly a lullaby worked its way into her head and she hummed with the melodie. She stayed like this for a while, it could have been a minute or an hour, even several. She lost track of time, feeling and of what was happening around her.

'Aral?'

A familiar voice. She remembered something in her dizziness, it was him. She wanted to turn around and look, but her muscles wouldn't allow it. Ïnstead of doing it herself, she was rolled on her back. Her eyes could hardly focus on the -which she knew to be- silver eyes.

'Please.' Was the only thing she was able to say before she blacked out again.


Crackling fire and burned wood. Black stone and scratched knees. An empty room filled with the witch's screams, echoing through the manor.

The screaming didn't stop, they were long and stretched. The high pitched voice screamed until everyone in and around to room went to insanity. All but one... and he rather enjoyed it. But not as much as his supposed succes.

'You are a gift.' He slowly leaned forwards, his eyes following the movements of the witch. 'And I helpt you. I shaped you.'

The lullaby started playing again, if it was in her head or not, she did not know. She hummed along on the melody softly while staring at the ceiling again.

Voldemort flicked his wand in a quick movement and she felt herself being pulled up. Her eyes now stared at the wall opposite her.

'I broke you and then I build you up again.'

Death eater's started gliding into the room and out of the dark corners, still they kept distance between the girl and themselves.

'I showed you who you truly are... and now you are going to embrace it.'

He moved backwards, while the death eater's were forming a big circle around her. Slowly she started to understand what was about to happen to her. She moved her face, looking down to her hands. They were trembling heavily, she wouldn't be able to fight it off anymore. The sudden pull from behind her pained her back and she screamed once again. Some death eater's covered their ears with their hands. The pain increased and it felt like her back was set on fire. She fell down on her knees. She felt another familiar magic around her, powerful and dark, waiting for her to break.

'You have tasted the darkness and you have found it in yourself. I saw it the moment you arrived; you returned to your home, your real home.'

The words cut her, she knew what he meant.

'Many saw you as an ordinary girl, gifted with magic. But you are not just gifted with it... You wield power. A great power flows through your veins, a power only a pure blood can possess!'

With every word his face got more and more excited, his dark red eyes glowing in the dark. Hope was leaving her body. She felt it too; the power in her veins. Every word he had said, a few moths ago she would have said he was crazy -what he really was-, but now it started to make sense to her the more she thought about it. Her mind had gone insane and Voldemort's believes had become her's.

'You are my greatest weapon of all! You are the daughter of the darkness!'

They all pointed their wands at her and her body broke, her mind broke and at last, fulfilling their mission, broke her magic.

The dark magic that had been looming in the dark as black smoke now entered her emptied body and filled every inch of her.


'You believe the stories, don't you?' A man asked another.

'Well...' The other hesitated. 'The dark lord seemes to believe-'

'No one is able to do such things, Ravenwood!' The first hissed.

Aral chuckled, hidden from sight around the corner.

'Did you here that?' Ravenwood asked anxious. 'I heard something... Maybe it was her!'

'You paranoid bastard.'

Aral restrained herself to show her face and hex the ugly lizards. She had other matters to attend to. Slowly she glided over the floor soundlessly. She finally reached the door leading to the big dining room, now used as a meeting place. She raised her hand, which was surrounded by black fog, and simply twisted it, opening the door. Upon entering the room filled with wizards, she immediately felt their magic, but they weren't as strong. The lights and torches flickered for a moment, unstable by the appearance of her and the darkness that came with her. Voldemort took it as a sign she had entered, while he could not see her. She was hidden in the dark, consumed by the fog.

'Step into the light.' He demanded.

Strangely enough, she had this urge to obey him and did as she was told. Voldemort almost smiled at the realisation he had total control of the powerful witch. Some death eater's gasped at the sight of her, some staid quiet and only one dared to look into her eyes. But it was quick and the silver eyes were gone in the blink of an eye.

'There are rumors,' The dark lord spoke. 'It has been whispered in our world since your fourth year. Theories have been circling around, saying you could do almost every spell they thaught you at Hogwarts without the use of a wand.'

He now looked at his followers, looking into their eyes one by one. Only one avoided his gaze, but it did not matter. He knew what they thought, they didn't believe them, they only saw the tortured, little sister of Harry Potter. The name repelled him, he wanted to grant her a new name.

'But this is small talk.'

He turned his head to look at Aral again.

'Isn't it?' He asked mockingly, already knowing the answer.

A grin started forming on her lips, each corner curling up into a evil smile. No one ever had seen her do magic, not any big spells anyway.

'Show them.' His voice thick with excitement, taunting the unbelieving death eaters.

Aral chuckled and it echoed on the walls although the room was filled with furniture. She hovered her hands in front of her, with her palms facing the ceiling. Her chuckle increased into a laugh which made the o-so-feared death eater's wanting to sink through the floor and stopped their hearts from beating. The lights started flickering again, but now more heavily. The black fog started to spread from her to the whole room, surrounding everyone, caging them. She loved the fear, she loved their little hearts beating quickly filled with fear and weakness. The walls faded away and the furniture started trembling, heavier and heavier with each second. They all jumped up from their seats, except Voldemort who had already been standing. The furniture now fell away like dust in the wind, slowly demolishing to the ground. Someone tried to pick up a candlestick to lighten the dark room, but it fell like dust through his fingers. He squealed and jumped back.

Voldemort enjoyed the sight of his followers, all afraid of the witch. She most certainly was the daughter of the darkness. Was it only he who noticed her resemblence to the Black family? He asked himself, his eyes resting upon Bellatrix LeStrange. Her black, wild, curly hair and her features... Especially those black eyes! They were one and the same. A theorie started forming in his mind, but he ignored it. Aral was no family to the Black's, it must be the dark magic affecting her appearance.

She had transformed the meeting room into a space without walls and a endless floor. Some death eater's angrily growled they wanted to go back.

'What are you going to do to me if I don't?' Aral teased. 'Glare at me?'

The screech alarmed Aral of the attacker, allowing her to conjure a force field around her just by waving her hand through the air. Bellatrix LeStrange was thrown backwards and fell on the ground. They grabbed their wands tightly, trying to think of what to do. They glanced over at their lord, but he did not interrupt or break off the fight. He was enjoying the spectacle, sitting on a chair as large as a throne he had conjured for himself.

He just sat there, watching as his followers tried to take down his new asset. And he wasn't dissapointed. She was casting spells everywhere, muttering curses, chanting old languages even he did not understand. Who would have thought that he could turn the sister of Potter against him, transform her into darkness.

The girl who protected had now become the daughter of darkness.


She felt so much control and adrenaline flowing through her body. She swirled and twisted, hexed and cursed. They kept engaging and she was having fun. It was a silly game, so easy and her counter players were so easily defeated. After a while of fighting and playing with her new toys, the dark lord raised his hand, freezing them in their movements.

'Return us.'

His simple words were enough for Aral to understand. She closed her eyes and exhaled, focussing her mind on what the room formerly looked like. The walls and furniture returned as if the rewind button had been pressed. None of the death eaters moved a muscle.

'Remarkable.' Voldemort slowly circled around her. 'Isn't she?'

None of the death eaters answered and Voldemort hissed some words in parseltongue. She understood what he said, he called for his pet-snake. Then he turned to face the petrified group again.

'Wandless magic is very uncommon.' He walked past Ravenwood and Dolohov.

'And never in history of magic, has it been wielded like she can.'

None had believed the stories truly, but now after they had seen her capability of wandless magic, they had no choice but to believe them all. He glided over to her and whispered:

'I have a task for you.'


Flickering immages appear.

Muggle-London and a street, a family in a house.

She had been angry at something, so angry.

The rage filled her body and mind.

Green flashes.

Quilt.


She screamed and her eyes flung open.

The first thing she saw, back in the present: dark grey eyes.


Author's note:

Hey guys!

Thank you for reading this. It's a short one, I know, sorry. I'm currently very busy with school, but try to upload every week.

So this chapter is basically a memorie/ nightmare of Aral. Maybe more will return later on in the story, not sure yet.

I hope you liked this one and untill next time!

-Jody