CHAPTER SIX:

YOU ARE HERE TO PLEASE

By the Goddess of Silence

Voldemort. The old looking man paced his chamber, a glass of wine in his hand. His forehead was a mass of lines of worry, and the girlish fingers of his left hand clenched into a fist.

"Fier, she has been missing for too long. Someone has found her by now," he said, his movement ceasing and his raging eyes turning to a man clothed in black. "I must find her again, for she is too much of a weapon against me."

"Yes, master," the man agreed.

"I created her for the boy, but she was made for a man. If anyone else finds her, my dreams shall perish. She is truly part of me, both mentally and physically. Are you prepared to go to the extreme to find her?"

"Anything for you, my lord," Fier replied.

"Then trace her with the best creatures you have. Follow her to the furthest edges of the world. I need her back. And," the Dark Lord paused with a cruel smile, "I need the fool who let her escape." He nodded to the other man, who left slowly, backing away from Voldemort, and another man was shoved in his place.

The grin on Voldemort's face grew.

"Kieb, you were the one assigned to watch the girl on the fair day nearly a year ago, weren't you?" he asked.

"Y-y-yes, milord."

"And you assured me that she had simply wished time to clear her head, and she would be back again, didn't you?"

There was no reply this time.

"DIDN'T YOU!" Voldemort shrieked, his voice paining the ears of the man now kneeling before him.

"She was convincing," the man whimpered.

"She seduced you, Kieb. Your one of my followers; we're supposed to hold strong, not fall at the slightest touch of a woman!" the Dark Lord bellowed. "She's been gone for a year! Not even I know what she's been up to! She's grown stronger, and she's hiding from me. You were the one who let her go," the glowing eyes burnt holes in Kieb's inner mind. "And since I haven't got her to punish, and I have been growing in anger since her disappearance, you shall take her place." His smile stretched from ear to ear now as he lifted the man effortlessly by the collar of his shirt. Kieb stood before the Dark Lord. "Remove your clothes," Voldemort hissed.

The black clothes fell to the floor, and Voldemort let out a chuckle, taking another sip of his wine. Without much effort, he summoned a whip to his hand.

"Kneel again," he ordered the nude man.

Arm raised, he let the leather slice the man's back.

"Don't cry out, Kieb. She never did. She always did as I wanted, as will you, won't you Kieb. You are my servant; my slave. You are here to please."

Juliana woke again, this time unable to sleep. Voldemort's eerie words echoed in her ears. You are my servant; my slave. You are here to please. Those words had always been said to her, and this time to another. The man was getting worse; getting more impatient. She knew he had been looking for her, but now he had actual made an effort to find her. She was afraid.

Even in fear she looked elegant. Wisps of black hair framed her face, and her blue eyes were alight with terror. Voldemort; the man who had always held power over her.

But she was safe now; safe in the walls of Hogwarts school, Dumbledore or not. Rubeus had promised her safety, but now she also had another mission of her own. She must find the boy; the one whose world she had been brought into to take him out. He was her last hope of escape, and with her own gifts and his combined, they might be able to destroy the Dark Lord.

Wiping sweat from her brow, she got out of bed with nothing but a pale pink nightgown on. The cool room enveloped her as she went to get a drink of water. As she turned on the faucet, she looked wearily into the mirror. As she did, she saw Voldemort staring back at her. Gasping, she dropped the water.

His reflection and her own melded into the same. She was him, she knew; he owned her body and her mind. She was his servant; his slave. She was there to please.