"Bring the girl," Hissed a voice from the other room.

Bellatrix Lestrange grabbed Cordelia's hair and shoved her through the doorway. A horrific scene awaited her eyes. Lord Voldemort sat at a long narrow black table, along with twenty four Death Eaters. There was the elderly Lucious Malfoy, his son, Draco Malfoy, Avery, Knott, Krabbe, Goyle, McNair, and many more. Cordelia was pushed toward Voldemort, her fear climaxing ever more.

As soon as she was right in front of him, Cordelia noticed remarkable changes in the man. Voldemort's face, so thin before, was more flesh like, and his eyes had turned from crimson to piercing gold. His form had become more muscular, as though he had eaten more than ever.

"Well, I suppose we must know your name."

His eyes were upon her with intense desire. Bellatrix spoke for her.

"Cordelia Granger, sister to a fowl Mudblood, though she is half-blood. She says she has never spoken with him, but…" she stopped, sneering at Cordelia.

"You say you don't know Harry Potter personally?" the Dark Lord said.

Cordelia's heart jolted. Did he know how much Harry and her loved each other? Could he possibly see it through her emerald eyes?

"N-no," Cordelia stammered, her face feeling hot.

It felt like ages before Voldemort's thin lips opened once more.

"Such a pretty girl… Shame to kill you, isn't it?" he inquired to the others.

They all nodded, especially a smaller, masked figure. His eyes, through the holes, glinted familiarly.

"If you're going to kill me, don't just sit around and humiliate my pride!" Cordelia snapped, most unlike herself.

The instant it passed from her lips, fear blasted about her mind. Cold hands slapped her face and a roar went about the room. The youngest follower had hit her. It was Luscious Malfoy, looking so much like his grandfather.

"How dare you!" she hissed.

"Ah, an arrogant one, aren't you? So much like Potter! Sit down Malfoy! Away with her!" Voldemort cried, waving his hand for Bellatrix.

His eyes were still full of a strange yearning as Cordelia was shoved out of the room. It made her shudder with terror. Bellatrix cackled when she saw Cordelia's eyes well up in tears.

"I can only hope you'll last less than a day here!"

Cordelia was awakened in the middle of the night by a movement outside her cage. Through the darkness, she could see a figure approaching, with a soft clinking. It was the leader himself, Lord Voldemort. Indeed, his eyes shone brilliantly in the night. It scared Cordelia half out of her wits.

"Hush or I shall silence you myself… Alohomora!" Voldemort whispered.

Not making a sound, Cordelia eased her way out of the door and stared, terrified at the man before her. He spoke no word, but lifted her in his arms, though she struggled, and carried along flights of stairs. They reached the highest level and entered a black room.

"Sit."

Cordelia fumbled about and her hands found a soft bed. She watched as Voldemort lit a lantern with his wand.

"Why have you taken me? Harry Potter means…nothing…I…" she couldn't finish.

"…I can only half believe it … I love you, Cordelia, the moment I saw you in Hogwarts," Voldemort said, in a voice much more human than his normal, cold hiss.

Taken aback, Cordelia pushed away from the bed and tried to flee. The Dark Lord's hands grasped her wrist.

"Let me die… Kill me…" she moaned.

Suddenly, Voldemort's lips were upon hers. His body was ablaze with warmth next to her chilled skin. Strangely, she didn't fight; all her mind was set upon was Harry. How she missed him. What was he doing now...?

It seemed sleep had taken her for, when she awoke, it was morning. Cordelia lay in a warm bed, arm in arm with someone. She quickly stepped back, getting off the bed. She tip-toed to the window.

"Leaving so soon?"

Voldemort had turned over, cloaked in his death black robes. A strain of power suddenly made leaving harder and harder.

"I'd rather die than live in this torture!" Cordelia gasped.

"If I killed you, little Harry's heart would break! Ha! Once he's dead, you shall be mine!" Voldemort cried, summoning up a cage around her once more.

"No! Leave him!"

Though she pleaded, Cordelia wasted her strength crying for Harry, who may soon have been dead. It had been all her fault, falling in love with Harry, not listening to Dumbledore… Where was Dumbledore? With those mournful thoughts, Cordelia laid down on the cold floor and fell asleep