Sylvia looked up, outside her window, as small as it was, and through her teary eyes, she saw a star, it was blinking furiously. Sylvia sniffled, whipped her nose across her torn and tattered sleeve, and stood up from the hard cold floor, limping over to the window, she looked out it, still gazing up at the star.

"Star light, star bright," Sylvia began, her voice croaking because of the screaming, "Wish I may, wish I might, have this wish, I wish tonight." Sylvia thought of a wish, as foolish as it may have seemed, but it was her only hope... "I wish Harry Potter could help me.." Sylvia mumbled, looking up at the star. The star's blinking started to slowly down, until it stopped completely, it blinked once more, then faded away. Sylvia smiled slightly, but her smiled faded quickly when the door opened. She turned around to see a figure stood there grinning.

"Here I come little one," The figure said, holding a whip in his hand. "Now, I'm giving you one more chance, give in, or die."

"I'll never give into you." Sylvia croaked, "Or Voldemort."

"Have it your way." The figure said, snapping the whip against the cold stone floor, then approached Sylvia.