A/N: I have nothing to say except read and enjoy!!!!

Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling.

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            "Elizabeth Frunnels," a cold voice sliced the silence lingering in the atmosphere. The woman turned around and faced the tall hooded figure standing beside a shorter balding man.

            "Kneel before the Master!" said the short man.

            Elizabeth hesitated for a while before dropping down to her knees. Her brown locks whipped her face and swayed in the December wind. It was so cold that her hands were numb and her cheeks were burning with cold. However, it wasn't because of the cold that she started shivering involuntarily. A mixture of emotions...anger, sadness, hate, guilt...flooded her. She knew she wasn't supposed to do what she was going to do but was there anything else for her?

            "Well?" the tall figure said, twirling his wand with his long bony fingers.

            "My Lord," Elizabeth began, trying not to choke on her words, "I've been very stubborn, I know, for the past fourteen years. I...it...well..." A tear rolled down her cheek. She swiped at it furiously and took a big breath.

            "It's alright. I am very merciful," said Lord Voldemort, an amused expression on his face. The shorter man, Peter Pettigrew, smirked.

            "My Lord, I have made my decision. There is nothing else left for me in this world...fourteen years as a Muggle made me realize that..." She stared at the sky and the grey clouds dancing gracefully across it.            

"After all, Sirius is dead..." she muttered to herself but just enough for Lord Voldemort and Pettigrew to hear. She didn't see an odd expression flicker over Pettigrew's face.

            "Oh God..." she gasped, tears threatening to come down.

            "Well?" Pettigrew asked impatiently while fidgeting with his hands, trying to change the subject of Sirius Black.

            "Well, my Lord, I have made my decision...I agree," she said, her heart thumping against her ribs and once again, she experienced the pain in her stomach which she had been experiencing for the past one week since Voldemort had paid her a visit at her Muggle home and suggested that she joined his league.

            "We need you. No one else cares about you anyway, right? But we do! We need you...your power..." he had said. It was a fact that Elizabeth had a special power which could only be found in one in a million...she was a Torant, a person who could shoot energy out of her eyes and palms…in her case, it was fire.

            "Good," Voldemort said, barely above a whisper but loud enough to slice her heart and shake her out of her reverie. Pettigrew looked down at the ground and shivered.

            "Rise and come to me…we have yet to…er…welcome you to our gang."

Elizabeth stood up, her knees threatening to buckle. She walked stiffly towards Voldemort, trying to ignore the cold that was practically radiating from him. She stood about 2 feet away from him and waited for an order.

            "Hold out your left arm," he said lazily. She hesitated a moment before she slowly drew out her hand. Voldemort flicked out his wand and touched her hand with it.

            "Seetious!" he said. Elizabeth felt something tickle her arm…for a split second. A moment later, she felt a pain as if her arm was on fire but centered on a spot. She felt something burn on her arm, piercing her skin, sending blood rushing in tremendous amounts through her veins. Yet, it felt so cold. Cold burns, she thought as her mind spun and twisted in pain. Tears sprang to her eyes; the pain was too great…she remembered hearing Voldemort cackling mockingly and seeing the Dark Mark printed on her arm…and then, she remembered no more.

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Elizabeth's POV (A/N: Now, the story will continue in Elizabeth's POV, get it?)

            I woke up…sort of. My mind was almost perfectly alert and screaming, "What the heck is going on?" but my eyes were still shut. I tried to pry open my eyes, and slowly, I began to see light.

At first, all I could see was bright light like when you're looking up at the sun. And then, slowly, bit-by-bit, bits and pieces of the world came together and I could see again.

            I was in a room…a decayed room…covered with huge cobwebs and layered with years and years of dust. The floorboards were holey and rotten. The nails were rusted and the windowsill was so dirty, you could see a mountain of dust on it. All in all, everything was disgusting but if you looked closer in a certain way, it seemed as if everything was sacred and held a history of mystery that you know you would never be able to reveal.

            Suddenly, the door creaked open. Pettigrew stepped in holding a loaf of bread and a glass of water. He thrust the sustenance at me and said, "Eat up…you don't know when the next time you'll be able to eat."

I nodded and grudgingly picked up the soggy bread. Obviously pleased with himself for actually doing a task right, Pettigrew nodded curtly and strode out. I sighed with regret. Why did I actually do this in the first place? What possessed me?

            I looked down at my left arm and inhaled sharply. The tattoo of a skull and a snake slithering out of its mouth somehow made my heart beat ten times faster. However, it was like a normal thing for me because I looked away…against my will.

            My hand picked up the bread and stuffed a piece in my mouth. I narrowed my eyes. What was going on? I couldn't control my own body anymore. It was as if another side of me…the one without the conscience…was finally taking over. The usually neglected part of myself was controlling me…my every movement. Did this mean that I had joined the Dark Side?

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A/N: How was this? Short? I knew it…but you know, if maybe you think that this story is actually okay, then, maybe you should just…REVIEW! If not…REVIEW ANYWAY! Thanks.