After Voldemort cooled down from anger…

Lucius was grabbing Stella by the hand and leading Voldemort and her to a family tree to explain more easily. Wormtail was following behind them. Lucius had his wand using the 'Lumos' spell and leading them through a few corridors and halls. Then they finally got to the humungous tapestry. It had more than a hundred names. Stella nearly got dizzy from all of the small letters and lines. It stretched across the hallway and took the entire wall, which was twice the size as Voldemort. Lucius started talking.

"You see, Stella, you're in a huge pure-blood family," he said.

"… So we're muggles? But -"

"NO!!" roared everyone else but Stella and Wormtail. (Wormtail was just standing quietly and such.) Stella jumped and got shocked.

Lucius blinked and spoke in a calmer tone, "Pure-bloods aren't muggles, Stella, they're wizards of pure-blood. That means that there's no muggles interfering…"

"Oh…"

"We are all interrelated…" he paused, and then said, "If we find out what your blood is, you'll probably marry someone who has pure-blood."

"What happens if I'm not a pureblood?" Stella frowned.

"Then we'll… uh…"

"Take you off the tree and you'll marry whoever you want," muttered Voldemort.

"Right…" replied Lucius, and then he whispered to Stella, "Don't worry though. I'm sure Nacrissa adopted you for that in the first place."

Stella half-smiled at Lucius. He half-smiled back. Voldemort rolled his eyes, even though it was impossible to see them through the large hood.

"Half-bloods are wizards who came from a wizard and a muggle or a muggle-born. See the Weasleys right there?" Lucius pointed to some names and Stella nodded. "They are damn pure-blood traitors. Someone married a muggle-born or something like it… I don't remember… However, the rest of the children became half-bloods. They are darn weasels, they are… Don't talk to the red-headed Gryffindors in school."

"Okay," said Stella, "but why? It's not like marrying a muggle is wrong."

The others stared at her in disgust.

"Is it?" said Stella nervously.

"Stella, muggles are filthy and not of our kind," said Lucius. "They're horrible little creatures."

"All right, then…" mumbled Stella.

"I'm surprised at you, Lucius! You didn't even tell her that before?" said Voldemort angrily, "Remind me why I didn't rip off your head years ago…"

"Because I'm, um, loyal?" said Lucius.

Voldemort gave out a short laugh and muttered sarcastically, "Oh… Yeah… Right… Loyal…"

"Really! I'm serious! Remember the time when you broke your ankle and no one else was around and -"

"You broke it."

"I healed it! Oh – How about when I saved all of your Death Eaters from getting caught that one time?"

"When?"

"When you were, uh, body-less?"

"I see…"

"Body-less?" asked Stella, getting confused.

Voldemort smiled at Stella, although she didn't see any face, (he still had that large hood on,) "I conquered death, child."

Stella's jaw dropped, "How?"

"Oh, it's a rather long story – isn't it Wormtail?" Wormtail nodded and shuddered. Voldemort turned to Stella again, "I'm surprised that your father didn't tell you that either."

Lucius scratched his head. There was a long silence. Afterwards, Stella started to yawn.

"Maybe you should hop off to bed, Stella," said Lucius.

"Daddy… I already slept after you grounded me," moaned Stella. However, she yawned.

"Maybe you didn't sleep enough. Bed, now."

"I slept; I just need to stretch my jaw."

Lucius smirked, "You're grounded, remember?"

Stella glared at him, "Draco tried to hit me with the club…"

"Well, you did start it…"

"I didn't mean to -"

"Bed," said Voldemort in a death-like serious tone. He turned to Lucius, "Does that help?" Lucius nodded and Stella sulked. "Good, little girls could use more rest."

Stella glared at him, but Lucius pushed her forward. Voldemort and Wormtail followed. They went through the halls again and back to the room. Lucius got her to bed, and she slowly fell asleep.

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Author's Note: Bleh… I'm sleepy too… In fact, that little Microsoft assistant thing in Word is a cat… and it usually goes to sleep while I'm writing… *yawn* One sheep… Two sheep… Three… err… *snore*