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Chapter 30

Back at the castle Harry jerked out of his once peaceful slumber screaming a blood curdling cry. He felt as if his entire body was under the influence of the Crucio curse. He took several cleansing breaths to calm himself down and reached over to the side to see if Desiree had awoken from his outcry but found that side of the four poster bed empty and cold, as if she had not been there for awhile.

Harry could feel the icy cold hand of fear grip at his heart as he remembered why he awoke in such a state, he had dreamt about Desiree. He quickly untangled his body from the constraints of the sheets and blankets to put his pants back on and reached for his shirt but came to find that it was gone, along with the rest of Desiree's clothing.

With the hand of fear gripping more tightly at the core of his heart, he reached for the marauders map. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He recited with a shaky voice. He waited impatiently as the map elaborately sketched out the premises of his school. When it had completed he searched it furiously for a tiny black dot labeled `Desiree Black' but without avail, did not find one.

Out of frustration, he threw the map down onto the dormitory floor and sat down heavily on his trunk. "Okay Harry think." He told himself. "Where were you in your dream? Of course the Forbidden Forest, where it always is!" Harry quickly jumped back up, grabbed his wand, and rushed out the door, praying to the gods that he was not too late.



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"Having fun my sweet?" Desiree brought her swollen eyes up to face the owner of the cold voice with disdain towards him dripping from her features.

"Oh yeah man lemme tell ya'." She replied in a dry sarcastic voice that would make Snape proud. "First you drag me out of my warm bed using the ghost of my dead friend by operation of some thing you planted in Harry's dorm last night along with a cheap pair of red leather panties which you probably wanted to make me think Parvati was there, brought me hear, tried to beat me, and now you're asking me stupid questions, so yeah I'm having tons of fun Voldie. What did ya expect me to say?" Desiree continued to have a steady stare down with her enemy as he motioned for one of his many Death Eaters that circled them to come forward.

"You know what to do." He told his advocate while holding his gaze constant with Desiree. The hooded Death Eater she recognized as Lucius Malfoy made his way to the teen and thrashed her harshly across her face.

Desiree instantly felt one of her right molars crack under the force, but she did not acknowledge the pain. `Crying is for babies, not for troopers.' She heard her old General say. `Never show your enemy their effect on you, that is a sign of weakness.'

Desiree drank in her former superiors words mentally, then Professor Lewis' words came to mind. `When your down and in doubt, play dead. If your enemy is like most, they will try to kick you when your down. Be ready. Anticipate it and execute it. Never wear your emotions on your sleeve in battle. Be a stone statue; unreadable and strong.' Desiree let their words sink in and disregarded the searing pain in her body.

"If you want to play hard, I can play hard." Voldermort hissed as he raised his wand. "Crucio!" He waited for the bleeding girl in front of him to flail in pain, but was not shocked to find her sitting on the ground, her face screwed up in deep concentration to throw off the curse.

"You're strong Black, stronger than most. But is it really all you deflecting my hexes? Could it be something hidden within you? Something, or someone I should say, that I want? Answer me girl." He snarled.

"I am a fighter." A faintly audible reply came from her red lips.

"What?"

"I am a fighter for the proud army of Dumbledore and for myself, nothing you can do can break me as long as I have my pride and hope." She stated in a crisp and clear voice she used to use with her military school superincumbents with her head held high.

"Pride and hope." Voldermort mocked as he began to circle her like a vulture with the dead. "You might have those now, but you won't in a few moments." He caught the fleeting curiosity in the young women's eyes and chortled softly. "Shortly we will extract Nadina from within you. There is a chance that you will not survive such a procedure, but there is still that chance that you may see what you could have been, if you joined me..."

"I will never join you. You're nothing more than a murderer and a coward." Desiree interrupted rancorously. "Believe what you will." He said softly to her and then to his henchmen. "Bring out the cauldron."

Desiree saw several stocky Death Eaters fetch a golden cauldron encrusted with precious jewels and Greek writing and placed it in front of their leader. "Now darling Black, I am not aware whether or not your precious boyfriend told you about the maneuver that brought me back to my body some three years ago but what we are about to fulfill is similar. However, instead of pieces of the father, servant, and enemy, this requires the entombed, the possessor, and the counterpart."

`Don't show your fear. Don't show your fear.' Desiree thought ceaselessly, despite the fear that grew in her gut because she knew exactly who the `possessor' was and knew that she would not like the transaction it would require to `extract' Nadina out of her.

"Damnation to Zeus who cursed our cherished queen of darkness. Damnation to each of the goddesses who tried to create the ultimate mortal, but failed dismally. Exaltation to our queen whom we adore."

As the Death Eaters chanted that retched incantation, Voldermort removed a black ern that bared the Black family crest from his robes and poured the contents that looked horribly enough like cremated human flesh and bones into the vessel.

"Damnation to the heir that took it away from our queen."

As the Death Eaters made an advance for Desiree, she thought. `Play dumb and wait for it. Don't jump the gun or hesitate. Wait for it.' Desiree had prepared herself for an escape by using her telekinesis powers to loosen the ropes that constrained her wrists behind her back.

Just before the closest Death Eater touched her bleeding body, she attacked by means of kicking the Death Eater in the groin, with excessive force. She liberated her wrists from behind her back and shoved her way through the throng of Voldermorts followers while she dodged jets of red light from their wands.

`This is nothing but defense tactics, piece of cake.' She thought as she made her way to the cauldron to dispose of it. In attempts to kick it over, a blue light from the cauldron forced her back and caused her to hit her head against the trunk of a tree, which made her see stars and moons.

As she fought to keep her eyes open and alert she heard Voldermort say as if he were fifty yards away. "Dirty move child. Now you'll pay." Desiree felt her body being roughly handled by the Death Eaters as her hearing became more acute and sharp.

"You're probably wondering why you could not touch the cauldron?" Voldermort asked. "The answer is simple. The force of Nadina is your worst enemy and her goal is to destroy you one way or another. Now be a good girl and stay still while I cut your little belly open."

At that Desiree glanced up sharply and saw Voldermort draw nearer with a silver and emerald dagger. Naturally, Desiree struggled against her constraints of Death Eaters but was held stiffly in one place. Voldermort lowered the dagger to rest lightly upon Desiree's skin and traced delicate patterns with the sharp blade.

"Get ready, this will hurt." He told her in a sick caring voice. The piercing of the sensitive skin of the lower abdomen would have normally caused Desiree to flinch, but tonight she held her ground and did not give her opponent the pleasure of knowing about her pain.

Thick red blood oozed out of her wound and into a crystal vial held in Voldermort's other hand. He placed the liquid into the cauldron with the rest of the gruesome ingredients. On the ground Desiree prayed that her part was over but subconsciously knew that it wasn't.

"Exaltation to our prince who will raise the Dark one from the grave."

Voldermort placed the same blood covered dagger that he used on Desiree over his heart and firmly slashed the skin. Once again red blood seeped into the cauldron which made it shake violently before becoming still. The material in the crucible was poured into a vessel and brought to Desiree.

"Rise Dark queen, rise."

The aperture of the vessel was placed aggressively against Desiree's mouth, in attempts to make her drink the concoction. She firmly squeezed her lips together to try to keep it from entering her body, but failed when they resolved to a charm that forced her to take the drink.

Instant pain soared throughout her body. She felt as if she was going to be ripped in two. Her heart pumped faster and her breathing became more erratic and shallow. Without her knowledge a scream of anguish escaped her lips as she felt something discharge out of her pores and into a puddle of deep red on the ground in front of her.

The pain promptly stopped and Desiree felt unnaturally weak and everything seemed dark as the puddle began to muddle into the form of a petite woman. Long black hair cascaded down her white back and black robes were tied seductively around her body. A coy smirk played at her features as she looked around the clearing. Each of the Death Eaters and Voldermort kneeled down on one knee.

"My queen." Voldermort muttered while looking at the ground in respect of her. "Welcome back."

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