Narcissa Malfoy swore in frustration at the seventeen-year-old girl who stood in front of her.
"I can't do it!" she cried.
"You're not trying!" Malfoy snarled.
"Why don't you just let me go to school?"
"Well, my dear Emelia, for one thing, your magical skills surpass those of anyone at your age. And two, the Ministry doesn't know you exist. What a pretty time it would be if they found out who you are, what you are. You are better off with Bellatrix and I, teaching you your lessons outside of those school walls. And besides all that, Hogwarts will never teach you what you need to know."
"But…"
"Do it," Malfoy said.
Emelia raised her wand.
"Concentrate." Malfoy said.
"Crucio!" she cried.
The cat her wand had been pointed at gave a piercing wail and fell to the ground. It jerked and writhed in painful convulsions, an awful shriek coming from its mouth.
She lowered her wand, and the cat stopped jerking and screaming.
"Very good," Malfoy said.
"Now the Imperious Curse." Malfoy ordered
Emelia pointed her wand at the cat.
"Imperio!"
The cat snapped to its feet, its eyes wide and blank. It began to march backward and forward across the room. At one point, it stopped, and did an impressive back handspring.
"Very good," Malfoy commented. "Now the last."
The cat stood still in the middle of the room. Emelia pointed her wand at the cat. She glanced quickly at Malfoy.
"Go on," she said.
"Avada kedavra!" Emelia hissed. A jet of green light struck the cat, and it fell to the floor, dead.
"Very good." Malfoy said. "I see a great deal of improvement. He will be pleased. But I think that is enough for today. You may go."
Emelia cheered and stuck her wand in her pocket as she dashed out of the room.
Narcissa Malfoy looked at the dead cat and smiled maliciously.
"Soon, Potter." She growled.
She waved her wand at the cat, and it vanished.