Harry took in his surroundings curiously. He was at the edge of a small stone clearing surrounded by dead or dieing rose bushes. The only light was from the full moon. Thick black clouds past hiding the light periodically. Harry moved forward into the clearing. A cloud moved from before the moon and three hooded figures were revealed. They stood near a crumbling stone fountain the still spewed crystal clear water.
They seemed to be arguing two against one. Harry moved forward and into hearing range.
"…slimy little git!" the smallest figure said to the other two.
"Don't ever talk about my son like that!" the other one cried, Harry immediately recognized him as Lucious Malfoy, his arch enemy Draco Malfoy's father.
"Then keep the filthy slime ball away from me." The other retorted.
Harry new it was female and he couldn't help but cheer her on silently.
"You will be civil to my servants, daughter." The other spoke.
Harry nearly choked, that was Voldemort! He had a daughter?!"
The girl snorted, "I don't believe I'll be seeing much of you 'servants' anymore."
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Voldemort hissed.
"I'm leaving. The only reason I'm here is to tell you that I'm leaving. I'm sick of what I've seen. I'm tiered of watching what you do. It's wrong, and I will not stand by anymore and let it happen." She said.
His wand was out in one quick movement. The girl didn't even flinch.
"You will not be going anywhere girl."
"Who's going to stop me?" she demanded hotly.
Lucious laughed, "You have a wand to your pretty little face, what are you going to do?"
She gave a cold laugh as well, "Leave." In a blink of an eye she was gone.
Voldemort did a quick spell and let out a string of curse words.
"Master?" Lucious asked.
Voldemort turned quickly, "She's working for the Ministry!" he growled.
Lucious cursed, " That traitorous wench! She knows too much! She'll give away the raids from now until December."
Voldemort laughed coldly, "Yes, she's exactly like her mother. Do not worry, this wont be too hard to work around. Tell no one she is still alive." He warned, "For she is dead to me. Next time the Storm is met, one of us will die."
Harry sat up strait in his bed his breathing rapped and cold sweat running down his face. What had woken him up?