hey, sorry if I haven't updated in a while. I have the whole book written, I just haven't had time to put it up… I wrote this like a year ago and reading it again I find it amusing. Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter XVII
For the first few weeks, Ursedonah was treated with very little respect. She was ignored in some cases and in others she heard them sneering about how she was just a little kid and probably couldn't even do the Cruciatus Curse. However, this theory was disproved soon after she heard it. Goyle, the dimwit who said this along with others who laughed at the joke were tortured on the spot. Her brother saw this and was amazed by her technique, though he would never say it. He had never seen anyone use the spell that she used and wondered were she found it.
"What spell was that?" Voldemort asked the second time he saw it performed.
"Huh? Oh. Yeah. That was a spell of my own creation. It can torture up to seventy-five people at a time. If it's more than that, I need to use one of my other spells, but I rarely am forced to resort to such measures. It's just not as much fun when you go above seventy-five. I mean, come on. That's just too many. You can't distinguish the individual screams of agony." Ursedonah replied in a bored voice.
"What's the level of difficulty? Could any of my death eaters handle the spell?" He interrogated.
"Well… I'm the only one so far that's been able to do it, but I'm the only one whose tried it." Ursedonah responded.
"What's the incantation again?"
"Massera Cruciatus" She responded, "And the wand movement goes like this."
She showed him a complex wand movement and he watched intently.
"Gather the death eaters. I wish to try this out."
"Okay, whatever."
Ursedonah walked out with a cruel look on her face. She was really hoping that he wouldn't get it right so that he would make a complete fool of himself. She wanted to prove herself. This was a chance. Why not?
She found a death eater and pressed on the mark on his left forearm. Since she was blood related to Voldemort, she was able to press it and have it burn on everyone's arm. All fifty-seven death eaters showed up eagerly awaiting their orders. None knew why they were called there so none were too afraid.
"I have brought you here today to test out a spell that I just learned." Voldemort said in voice that gave no indication to what he was planning, "Massera Cruciatus!" a few death eaters screamed in pain, but recovered quickly. Ursedonah laughed quietly afraid that Voldemort might hear.
"Why didn't it work?!" yelled Voldemort who was so angry that sparks shot out of his wand.
"Umm… Uh… I… Uh… Don't know." Ursedonah responded pretending to be confused, "Maybe… Uh… You weren't concentrating hard enough I guess, or maybe I am the only one who can do it. Of course I am not as powerful as you, so it can't be a lack of power, it must just be that I do something that is so subtle that even I don't realize it but it makes all of the difference. I really don't know." Ursedonah said quickly although she knew it was a complete lie. She knew exactly why it didn't work. He wasn't powerful enough.
Days passed and Voldemort finally got over it coming to the conclusion that he was too powerful to do it or she was withholding information. He never could tell with her. Her mind had some sort of block that prevented outside intrusion. She, however, continued to surprise him and soon he made a shocking announcement.
"Tomorrow Ursedonah will officially become one of us. She has proved herself worthy and after a few short tests of her loyalty, she will be ready to be assigned a position."
Everyone there began to whisper quietly after he left and they occasionally glanced over towards Ursedonah during their conversations. She was getting a major headache by now.
Ursedonah walked away and sat down in the house. Voldemort was sitting in his room going over plans. She entered the room.
"Whatcha doin bro?" Ursedonah asked.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me 'bro'?"
"Oops. Sorry br… I mean uh… what am I supposed to call you?"
"Either 'master' or brother."
"Kay bro."
"DON'T CALL ME BRO!" he yelled now very annoyed.
"Sorry bro"
"I'M NOT BRO!"
"Whatever bro."
"CRUCIO" he yelled.
Ursedonah did not let out a single scream and not one tear slid down her face. She closed her eyes hard as if trying to shut out the pain, but did not give him that satisfaction of knowing he made her scream or cry. She threw it off quickly and again Voldemort was confused. One quick glance into his eyes and she knew exactly what he was thinking.
"Why don't you just ask me? I know you're confused. You wonder why I didn't scream. You want to know how I threw it off. You crave to know why you can't read my mind and you haven't the slightest idea of how I can read yours. I won't tell you the answer because you don't need to know, but I will tell you one thing; I know what you think at all times, and you will never know what I think."
At this statement she left the room. Voldemort sat there confused at what she just said.
Ursedonah joined the rest of the Death Eaters once more. In the corner of the room where they stood talking was a boy a year older than her siting in the corner with a delighted and exited look on his face. He was blond and pale with gray eyes. Ursedonah recognized him from somewhere. She didn't know where she saw him before, but that happened a lot; she never forgot a face.
"Lucius, who is that kid in the corner?" Ursedonah asked curiously.
"That's my son, Draco." He responded nervously.
"Why is he here? I don't recall it being bring your kid to work day."
"I apologize. I had nowhere to send him. He wanted to come and he wouldn't give me my wand until I agreed to let him come."
"Get rid of him as soon as possible. I will not tolerate a kid roaming around listening to our classified discussions."
Lucius did not dare remind her that Draco was older than she was for he knew first hand how cruel she could be.
"Yes, Ursedonah."
"I would rather you call me master. You fear my brother's name, and I am more powerful than he is."
"Yes, master."
As soon as she left, Draco came over to his father.
"Who is she? What is she doing here? Who are her parents?"
"She has no parents. She's an orphan."
Draco snickered.
"She looks weak. Is she here for target practice?"
Before Lucius could respond, Ursedonah came. She knew what they had been saying.
"If you think that I am so weak, then why don't you duel me?"
"He won't duel you. I forbid him to." Lucius said obviously scared.
"He will duel me, or he will die. Otherwise, I won't kill him… yet."
"I want to duel!" Draco exclaimed.
"Then let's duel. On the count of three: one… two… three!"
No spells came from either direction.
"You first." Ursedonah said.
Again nothing.
"Or I guess that I could go first."
Still nothing. After receiving no response, Ursedonah raised her wand. Then suddenly, Draco Malfoy yelled, "Crucio!"
Ursedonah threw it off in a matter of seconds.
"Lucius, what have you been teaching him? That was pathetic. It didn't hurt at all! Let me demonstrate how it's done. Crucio!"
Draco fell to the floor screaming and writhing in pain. Ursedonah raised her wand.
"Don't worry, your father isn't much better. See? Crucio."
Lucius, like his son, screamed and writhed in pain. Draco stood wide-eyed as his father, a man that he always thought to be invincible cried like a little baby. Ursedonah laughed. Suddenly, Draco felt a wave of anger come over him. He wanted to hurt her as badly as possible. He wanted to enjoy it. He wanted to laugh at her pain.
"Crucio!" He yelled.
Ursedonah almost dropped her wand in surprise. She collapsed to the floor, but recovered in less than a minute.
"That was pretty good. If you did that on someone less powerful than me, then that would have worked. However, I am the most powerful and I will always be the most powerful."
"Who the heck are you?" Draco asked.
"I am Ursedonah. I am Voldemort's sister, and I am the most powerful witch alive."
Soft hissing noises came from many present, and others winced.
"I bet that if you were hit with the Cruciatus Curse by your brother you would scream."
"I haven't so far."
"I'd like to see you last five minutes without screaming or crying."
"I could do that."
"Prove it." Draco dared her. Ursedonah constantly wanted to prove herself. She hated it when people doubted her power. This time was no exception.
"Bro! Come here." Ursedonah said jokingly.
"This is the last time that I will tell you. I am not 'bro' and you are never to call me that again" came the high-pitched, cruel voice of Voldemort from across the room. Draco widened his eyes with a mixture of fear and excitement.
"Sorry Tom."
"Never call me 'Tom' either. Call me 'brother' or 'master'."
"Whatever you say Tom." Ursedonah replied smugly.
Voldemort drew his wand from his pocket in a movement similar to that of unsheathing a sword.
"Go ahead. That's why I called you over. We have a little bet going. Draco here says that I couldn't last five minutes under your Cruciatus Curse without screaming or crying. What do you say? This time I won't deflect it or anything like that."
"It would be my pleasure. Crucio!"
Ursedonah collapsed onto the floor. She closed her eyes tightly and rocked back and forth. After three minutes, she bit her lip and shut her eyes tightly. With ten seconds to go, she could hardly stand it any longer. You could hear the sharp, ragged intakes of breath as she tried to restrain herself. Finally the five minutes were over. She sat panting on the floor.
"I bet nobody else could do that." Ursedonah said with the intent of getting her brother to try it. "Tom, could you?"
"I am not TOM!"
"Whatever. But could you?"
"Yes. I can do anything that you can do."
"Uh huh. Sure."
"I can and there's no debating it."
"Whatever you say Tom."