I'm so sorry I haven't posted in days! I think it's... 2 days? Well, I've been overladen with school work and projects and an upcoming spring test. Sometime around this week. She won't tell. (Grrrr) So it's is double the length today! I hope you enjoy it!

PS. For the whole of next week Monday – Friday, I'll be away for an outdoor camp. I really don't wanna go but our school forces us to. So just telling you guys now in case I have no time later. My life is so miserable...

Chapter 15

"I am," he said coolly, with a sickeningly twisted smile upon his pallid lips. "Lord Voldemort."

He let the impact of the word sink in before he started to pace around the room.

"W-what do you want from me?" I asked, my voice trembling. "If it's money you want, then my father-"

Voldemort threw back his head and shrieked in laughter. I flinched and squeezed myself against the wall shivering not from cold but from fright.

"Lord Voldemort doesn't want money." He paused and stared at the other end of the room for a long time. And then he whipped around and fixed me with an unblinking blood red stare burning with hate and malice. "Lord Voldemort wants revenge..."

"What? W-what revenge? I haven't done anything to you," I said quickly, hoping in some insane way or another he had nabbed the wrong girl and he'll send me off home. Yeah right.

"You haven't... but your father," he turned around, his lips were stretched into a sinister smile. "Yes... he must be punished before he dies."

Fear stabbed at my heart. "W-what?"

"Why didn't he tell you?" Voldemort walked closer, taking long leisurely steps. "Maybe he thought such news would be too painful for his precious little daughter..."

I frowned. He squatted down so we were in the same eye level. He reached a skeletal finger forward and touched the tip of my chin. I flinched as his ice-cold fingers came into contact with my skin. It was as if he had no warmth in him at all... as if he were a corpse. I shook my head in desperation, trying to stay away from his touch and he withdrew the finger, letting a cold sinister laugh escape through his pale lips.

His blood red eyes bored into mine. I looked away. I couldn't really explain what I was feeling when I look into those eyes... suddenly, I see my whole life flash before me, like how I often heard which happens just before you die.

"Your father," he said slowly, enunciating every syllable clearly. "That pathetic excuse of a human...the traitor..." His lips curled downwards and his eyes flashed, almost as if they had fire in them.

"He's not," I muttered under my breath.

"What did you say?"

"He's not..." I muttered a little louder.

I gasped when he grabbed my chin in his bony fingers and turned my head so it faced him. I wanted to cry, but I willed myself not to. I could feel the edges of my eyes jerking as I used both of my hands to pry his bony fingers apart. I wouldn't show such weakness... I wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of seeing me cry...

"You have absolutely know idea what your father is or did-" he stopped abruptly and his tensed face softened. "Do you even know what your father is?"

I forced myself to stare back at him, hoping to show as much fury in my eyes as he did in his. As soon as he had mentioned my father, I hoped it wouldn't be true. I didn't want it to be true.

"Your father," he said, almost whispering. "was a Death Eater." He said the last word with emphasis, with a slight hiss.

"No!" The words burst from my mouth before I could stop myself and I lowered my face towards my knees. "No...it can't...be...he wasn't!"

Voldemort got to his feet, laughing under his breath. I could just imagine how pitiful I looked just then. My father... a Death Eater? How can that be? It all seemed unreal... He doesn't seem like one... He would never join... I was so confused. Should I believe Voldemort? He's a liar... but what if he said was true?

"He was and forever will be a Death Eater. It's for life." He hissed angrily. "Voldemort always gets his revenge..."

"What has that got to do with me?" I choked.

"You? You're his daughter... what more pain can I cause him by taking away his only child?" He laughed a mirthless laugh; one that could chill your spine and sent shivers down your back. "Eventually, I will destroy you and then him..."

It was then I just snapped. If I was going to die, be it... but I'd rather cause him pain first before I die. I screamed and lunged at his robes, determined to rip anything I could get my fingers on. He struggled for a while before the fat Death Eater grabbed my waist and threw me bodily across the room. I slammed into the wall and landed on the ground hard. I didn't move... my body was aching so badly... my bones were screaming in pain. I just laid on the floor and cried...

"MAYBE HE HAS MANAGED TO PUT THAT PAST BEHIND," shouted Voldemort, his voice raised and angry. "BUT LORD VOLDEMORT NEVER FORGETS!"

He turned around with a swish of his robes and marched out of the tiny hut, closely tailed by the Death Eater. I heard the door shut and strange clicking noises that I assumed was a locking spell. I closed my eyes and cried silently on the hard dusty floor. I wished I was back at home, safe and sound, having a nice summer playing Quidditch with Sirius and James. I wanted someone there with me...anyone. But I was alone.

I woke up when droplets of water splashed against my skin. I raised my head and looked up. Through the small cracks and holes on roof, I saw dark black clouds. It couldn't possibly get any worse. A single strip of moonlight shone through the crack in the roof. The room was pitch black, the moonlight only managing to light up the dusty moth eaten carpet on the floor.

I realized I was cold. I groaned as I heaved myself up. Crawling on my knees and hands, I groped around for my cloak. It had fallen off my shoulders and landed somewhere... but where. Shivering as more and more droplets of water fell through the roof, my fingers finally touched the soft material. I grabbed it and crawled over to the dusty moth-eaten carpet.

I laid myself down and spread the cloak over my body. I stared at the pitch blankness for a while, curled tightly into a ball until fatigue finally took over and I fell asleep.

"Ow!" I groaned. I blinked in the bright sunlight and rubbed the sharp pain in my side. Someone had kicked me. I looked up and saw a man holding a plate. He placed it on the floor with a grunt and walked off, slamming the door behind him.

Two pieces of slightly burned toast lay on the dirty plate. I cringed. It wasn't something I was exactly used to. But my stomach rumbled and I finished up the bread. I sat up and peeped through one of the cracks in between the planks of wood. I was in some sort of graveyard. There were gray gravestones on the ground and dead trees and bushes.

I leaned against the wall and sighed. I thought about home. I thought about father. Even if he was a Death Eater, he was still my father and the only one I had left. The last words I had said to him were 'I hate you'. I wished I had never said it, I wished I had never ran off into the forest. I wished that so many things had not happened. But in reality, it all has happened, and there's nothing I can do to change it.

I wished Voldemort could just kill me now. I didn't want to live with such guilt in my heart. I wanted to end the pain. But I knew Voldemort wouldn't do that. He wants us to suffer... suffer until we can suffer no more and eventually die.

The day dragged by like a sloth. There was nothing I could do but pace the room and attempt to break away the planks, but frail as they may look; I was beginning to think charms had been placed on them. Night fell again and I got my second meal. Having not been given lunch, I wolfed it down hungrily.

The hooded man who brought me my food didn't leave. He just stood there and watched. The hood covered most of his face and all that was visible beyond the dark shadows were his lips.

After I had finished my food I pushed the plate aside and continued to do what I was doing before, leaning against the wall curled up, just staring into space. But the man did not leave.