A/N: Hello, my wonderful readers. I'm back and I'm loaded with chapters. My mom still thinks I'm working on my school essay. Pfft, right. Now, enjoy and don't forget to review.

krillball6 – It's not for this chappy you should scared about, but the next one.

superspunky7- Don't worry, I'll update, but I'll keep in mind my promise, until school gets out that is then I'll be more often. Here's a phrase for you, Un coup-de-pied dans le cul. Hence yesterday. Ooh, you never said, can I come over Tuesday?

The next morning, Jacqueline woke up, because of the light coming in through the windows. She sat up in bed, trying to remember where she was. She fell back onto the pillows when her memory returned. Shortly after a shower she realized she had nothing to wear.

He will not be happy if he sees me in pants and a blouse. Thought Jacqui.

She pulled on her black silk bathrobe and headed for the closet. In it there were dresses that would fit a three year old. Jacqui went through them and pulled out one she liked. She performed a charm on it to make it fit her. She looked at herself in the mirror. The light green dress brought out her eyes. It was a soft flowing gown. It had long sleeves that were only open hanging fabric. Jacqui then pulled her long black hair into a ponytail and left the suite. When Jacqueline was walking down the hallway and down the stairs, she looked awkward among all the dark and dusty things. Jacqui silently headed for the breakfast room.

"Would you like your breakfast inside or outside?" asked Feuille.

"Inside," said Jacqui, knowing that no one was to see her.

Jacqueline had a good breakfast of Swedish pancakes. After breakfast, she roamed around the house. The breakfast room was right next to a lounge of brown color. After the lounge, was the dinning room. It was a large violet room with the table able to accommodate over twenty people. But yet again, everything lay untouched and in dust. The next room was the music room. Jacqui gasped as she saw the piano. It looked like it did thirteen years ago… except in dust. She walked up to it and pressed a key.

It was badly out of tune.

Jacqui sighed and continued walking. After the music room she found herself back in the entry. Before she could go to the other side of the house, she heard a door slam. She stopped in her tracks.

Silence.

Jacqui began to head for the staircase, but stopped at the foot of it. At the top of the stairs was a dark figure. It descended down and stood in front of her. Jacqui bowed her head and gave out a gracious curtsy. "Godfather," she said softly. She shuddered as he lifted her chin with his hand. She looked up into the pair of red eyes that belonged to no other than Voldemort.

"Amaryllis," said Voldemort coldly and removed his hand from underneath her chin. "You may say that I overall do not despise your presence, but I had to ask of it for you are not doing a good job of what I asked. And I didn't ask much."

Jacqui closed her eyes and nodded.

Voldemort then headed for the right side of the house, to the drawing room while saying, "I found that you enjoy being Jacqueline Mireille, but she now has to answer for her actions." Voldemort looked over at Amaris, or Jacqui, to find that she appeared calm and collected. He then continued, saying each word sharply and clearly. "The Masquerade incident was played wonderfully; you and Draco performed your parts marvelously. But," he said stopping in the drawing room. He motioned for Amy to sit. "You were not supposed to contribute to them making up. I want to destroy not assemble their friendship. Understand?"

"They will be friends no matter what. Can't you understand that?" said Jacqui coldly and standing up.

"Silence! How dare you talk back to me? I did not ask for your opinion, you speak only when I tell you to." Voldemort took out his wand and pointed it at Amaryllis. He drew closer until the point of it touched her temple. From the temple it traveled down to her throat, "You will pay later, for we have guests coming today." The wand then traveled to the heart shaped pendant and lifted it up. Voldemort took it into his hands. "I know more than you think. This doesn't always tell you of my presence. It glows red only when I want you to know of me, but other times you don't even know I'm there. For example, you voice has worsened from this summer and your song was poorly executed." He yanked the pendant off of her neck and placed it into his pocket. "You won't need it in these next few weeks."

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Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco Malfoy apparated in front of the mansion. It was five o'clock in the afternoon. Draco looked at the surroundings, having been there only once when he was four. Lucius knocked on the door with his cane.

Silence.

He knocked again. This time, the door swung open and Feuille stood there.

"Please come in. His Lordship has been waiting for you," she said.

The Malfoys walked into the dark entry. Lucius smirked as he saw the rich home in its current state. "Travis had it coming for him."

"What did he have coming?" asked Amy, overhearing his words from the library. She walked out into the entry. She was wearing a black velvet dress. It had long sleeves that opened out in the end. The cut was low and the necklace was of pearls. Her hair was pulled back.

Lucius looked at her, not expecting her to be there.

"Sir, I believe I asked you a question. What did you say about my father?" said Amy coldly after some time.

"You certainly grew up, Jacqueline," said Lucius coldly, looking over Jacqui, remembering her as a six year old.

"My rightful name is Amaryllis, call me that. And…"

"Jacqueline," came the warning voice of Voldemort.

The four turned to look toward the stairs to find Voldemort there. The quartet bowed simultaneously. "Lucius," said Voldemort and beckoned him to advance. He did so and bowed again when the two men were a few feet away from each other. "You asked to see me. I recon it is important."

"Yes, my lord," said Lucius, "I thought that you would like to have strong and able people around you."

"Do I not have good people around me?" asked Voldemort with venom.

"That's not what I meant, monsignor. I would like to present to you my son, Draco Malfoy."

Draco approached as his father said his name.

"Ah, Draco, finally I meet you," said Voldemort looking over the boy. "Amaryllis, please escort Narcissa to the drawing room and keep her company while I talk to Lucius and Draco."

Amy curtsied in consent and led Mrs. Malfoy to the drawing room. Neither said anything as Amaryllis presented a seat for the woman. She took a seat herself. The room was in silence for a few minutes.

"Jacqui," said Narcissa softly.

Amy didn't say anything.

"All I want to know is one thing."

Amy looked at her.

"What can possibly happen to Draco?"

"That was not what I expected for you to ask," said Amy coldly. "I don't know. I didn't even expect him to be here. My godfather said that you were to come."

"Yes, Lucius thought that it was time for Draco to meet the Dark lord. But, do you have any idea, Jacqui?"

Amy shook her head. "No."

Narcissa sighed and both women turned to their thoughts.

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Lucius and Draco followed Voldemort up the stairs and then to the right into an office. It was dark in there, the only light was provided from a few burning candles.

"Draco," said Voldemort. "You have done a brilliant job with the assignment. I was astonished at your ability. If only Amaris could be half as decent as you. Now, Lucius, you have a wonderful son and I would like to keep him here for the holidays."

"That would be an honor for me," said Lucius, bowing, "I'll have his things brought."

"Amaryllis will escort you out."

Draco and Lucius left the office.

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"Come Narcissa," said Lucius, entering the drawing room.

Amy followed after the leaving Malfoys. When they were at the door, Narcissa asked with worry in her voice, "Isn't Draco coming with us?"

"No. His lordship was kind enough to offer him to spend the holidays here."

Narcissa paled, but didn't dare to argue with her husband.

"Bye mother," said Draco softly, kissing her hand. "Father," said he coldly afterward.

"Good bye, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy," said Amy coldly and closed the door.

She turned around and looked at Draco. They stood like that for a few minutes, just staring at each other.

"We're both trapped now," said Amy softly.

Draco nodded.

"Here, I'll show you to your room."

The two headed up the stairs and turned left. Amy stopped at the end of the corridor and opened the last door on the left. She waved her wand and the dust immediately disappeared and the room cleaned itself. It was a medium sized room. A bed was on the right and couches on the left with a small table in the middle of the room. The walls were dark blue and everything else matched them.

"I see my father had no problem getting rid of me," said Draco and took out his trunks out of the non-lit fireplace on the left.

"I'm so sorry," said Amy.

"I'm kind of glad that I won't have to see him," said Draco.

Amaris smirked that said that he would regret saying that. "You'll wish you'd never been born."

Draco looked at her, "Thanks, Jacqui that makes me feel loads better."

"AMARYLLIS," came Voldemort's voice.

"Got to go," said Amy.

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She came back a few minutes later, carrying a piece of paper.

"Here," she handed it to Draco.

Draco sat down on the bed and read it. "I am to be in charge of all the meal times, and to inform your godfather when everything is ready. I am to spend two hours with him every day on working on my magic and knowledge."

"Lucky," said Amy and sat down by him.

"How's that?"

"Well, the moments you aren't with him, guess who is."

Draco looked at her with pity. He frowned suddenly, "Why did he call you Amaryllis?"

Amy looked at him, realizing that he had known her as Jacqueline Mireille from their childhood. She sighed, "Draco, my true name is not Jacqueline Mireille."

"You're Amaryllis Riddle?"

Amy nodded silently.

"Then why do you call yourself Jacqueline?"

"It's too long of a story."

"You have so much," said Draco looking at the room. "In school it always seemed the opposite."

Jacqueline smiled sadly, "This is my first visit back home, after the time my parents were killed. The rest of the time I was in France. And I can't find the key to the family vault at Gringrots."

Draco nodded. He looked around the richly furnished room and concluded that the Riddles were richer than his family.