A/N: this and the previous chapter used to be one, but I decided to cut it in half because it was too long like that.

CHAPTER FOUR

A CHAINED PAST

Was she trying to make him mad to see if he could really perform wandless magic?

"No I'm not," said Ena, breaking Harry's thoughts as he kept eye contact. "I can read minds, Harry. If you don't believe that this is very real, then take a look at this." She pulled up her left sleeve and showed Harry her forearm, which bore a kind of tattoo of the Dark Mark. How could Dumbledore have missed this?

"Dumbledore's getting old, Harry, he can't stay sharp forever," said Ena. Harry couldn't believe this. He trusted her, he trusted a Death Eater. If she was trying to make him mad, she was getting somewhere. She deserved to die, to be inflicted of pain, just like her mother.

"What's wrong Harry-boy? Wandless magic's not working for you?" Ena laughed, "Mother was right, you are easy to trick. You trusted me, even when I have this eye. Did it not look familiar to you Harry? You know, your father was a Death Eater. He really was, I'm not lying. Three times he defied Voldemort: Not killing Dumbledore when he had the chance, when given a direct order to do so; marrying a Muggle-born; and leaving the circle of Death Eaters. He hardly escaped punishment each time. Turned out he was on Dumbledore's side the entire time. Part of some secret organization that I now have lots of information on. Master will be proud." Harry had heard enough. His eyes fell on the handful of wands she was holding. They instantly departed to their owners as Harry intended. He caught his wand and the swords were now going for Ena, who made them disappear with a simple wave of her own wand. Harry felt stupid for not having the sense to get her wand as well, but now wasn't the time to kick himself, he knew what he was going to do.

"Crucio!" Harry yelled and Ena dropped her wand as an Unforgivable Curse hit her. She didn't scream though. Her eyes were shut tight as her arms crossed in front of her. She clenched her fists and suddenly snapped out her arms and broke the spell.

"You shouldn't have done that, but it's okay," she stated too calmly, "Oh yeah, did I mention I was just kidding?"

"You're a Death Eater," said Harry through gritted teeth, wand still at ready, but that wasn't too necessary because Ena was standing in such a carefree fashion. Harry wondered how she broke out of the Cruciatrus Curse so easily. He knew he had done it right this time. He really meant to cause pain, the key factor in producing a full Cruciatrus Curse. And he felt the incantation roll off his tongue with a kind of bad taste.

"I just had to see for myself if you could do wandless magic, and apparently you can. That was quite a Cruciatrus Curse, and yes you did get it to its full potential. I just happen to be able to break out of those easily."

"I don't trust you," Harry said shortly.

"Have you ever heard a true Death Eater say Voldemort or Muggle-born? No. And Dumbledore isn't dumb, Harry. I told him everything in my knowledge about Voldemort's plans. I think that's earned me some trust. trust. This was the only way I could find out for sure, and I couldn't waste it. Sorry if I scared you there, but it's over," said Ena.

"I trust her!" Ginny announced. Harry put down his wand, and the others followed suit. He didn't know what it was, but he couldn't help but trust Ena.

"What you said about my father, was that all true?" Harry asked, afraid of the answer. Ena nodded.

"Pretty heroic if you ask me," she said, "He chose to put his life on the line for the sake of stopping Voldemort. . . About me being a Death Eater, I just want to say I was the only one who wasn't given a choice. Other people might have been blackmailed and such into it, I know, but me, he made me one of them when I was just a baby some time just before his little downfall. . ." She trailed off. The room was silent again as Ena made her wand lift up to her hand from the floor.

"Why do you always use swords?" Luna asked.

"Wait," Hermione stopped Ena from answering. "We should talk about this somewhere we can all sit down."

"Let's go back down to the kitchen," Ron suggested, and that they did.

Whatever anyone asked, Ena answered them thoroughly and calmly.

"I use swords a lot because that's the Death Eater's new way of killing. Apparently a quick painless death like from the Avada Kedavra wasn't entertaining enough. It's really horrible, the way they think. They love to see the look on someone's face when they know that they're going to die in the next couple of seconds when they've just been stabbed."

"But," said Neville nervously, "That still doesn't answer why do you like to conjure swords."

"Because it's easy. . . for me, I mean. The Death Eaters and Voldemort taught me magic, the Dark Arts. Well, it was more like they forced me to learn it. I've lived my life like some sort of project for them."

"You haven't told us how you got your eye that way," said Ron.

"I got it from Voldemort. I find me and Harry are more similar to each other than either of us are similar to Voldemort." She looked at each of them, but kept her eyes still when they came to Hermione. "Harry's and my symptoms can't be found in books of any kind. The things of how we are connected with Voldemort can't be found on file anywhere unless one of us writes a book on it."

"You're a Legilimens — ?" Hermione asked, but was interrupted by Ginny.

"How did you get that eye exactly?"

"Did Voldemort's Killing Curse not kill you, too?" Harry asked.

"No, it's more like the other way around," Ena answered to confused stares.

"I don't understand," Ron said.

Ena sighed, "Let's just say, Voldemort would have died about a year ago if the prophecy didn't say only Harry could 'vanquish' him."

"Only Harry can kill him?" Ron and Hermione said loudly in unison. Harry was still in no mood to explain the prophecy yet.

"We're here to find out more about Ena, not Harry," said Ginny to Harry's relief. "So Ena, what are Voldemort's plans?" Ron and Neville flinched at the name and Ena smiled.

"I see no point in telling you all. I'm sure they've dropped those plans and come up with new ones, since Dumbledore found out. But, there's one thing that they are going to do no doubt."

"Which is?" Ron asked.

"Getting everyone out of Azkaban."

"Everyone?" Harry asked, "But how could they do that. How will they get past the dementors?" Everyone at the table stared at him.

"Harry," said Hermione in a small voice, "You haven't been reading any Wizard's news have you?" Harry shook his head. The whole summer he was enjoying the solitude and the not having to worry so much feeling. "That's a good thing I saved some of the Daily Prophets. You've missed so much!" The next minute Harry was bombarded with so much information.

"The dementors left Azkaban and now Aurors have been guarding it —"

"Fudge has been fired, good riddance to him —"

"and everyone knows how he refused to believe you and Dumbledore —"

"and how it's all his fault that we're at a huge disadvantage in the war —"

"Yeah, the Wizarding world is at war —"

"Everyone is begging us and Dumbledore for forgiveness —"

"If they had just listened to him in the first place, we probably would have already won —"

"But nooo, Fudge ruined everything for everyone! I can't believe Dumbledore is protecting him from mobs after all he's done —"

" 'Preposterous' the bloody bastard kept saying —"

"Ginny!" Hermione and Ron shouted at the same time.

"Anyways —"

"No one dares to not take Dumbledore's word or suggestions —"

"Yeah, that's how a paranoid became Minister —"

"GINNY!"

"What? You know it's true."

"I have missed a lot. . ." Harry said. Reality was finally setting back into his conscience. How could he have been so carefree when there were people dying in this war? He felt guilty.

He looked to his left, where Ena was sitting. She looked back at him, her scarlet eye gleaming. Harry wished to be able to see through it and find out more about Ena's past. He then saw something strange out of the side of his eye. Everyone was moving slower and slower as though time was slowing itself. He didn't take his eyes off the red eye, however, and felt a very strange sensation, as though his mind was being sucked out of his body and into the eye. He was being engulfed in blinding red and suddenly a scene appeared.

A dark, small dungeon with an empty, jail-like cell, which bars were rusted and old. The stone walls had mold in some places. There was an armored door on the opposite wall that burst open. Harry was floating in the air, and didn't need to wave his hand in front of someone's face to be sure he was in some sort of memory. Being in Riddle's diary and more than enough times in a Pensieve was enough experience to know what was going on. Someone was thrown onto the hard ground of the dungeon. Harry saw a small glowing red spot on the persons face, it was Ena's eye. Ena picked herself up into a sitting position facing the door. This memory had to be within the past year because she did not look much younger. A familiar drawling voice that Harry hated began to yell; it was Lucius Malfoy.

"The next time I give you a task, you do it no questions asked!" Ena snorted.

"I didn't ask any questions, Master," she replied rudely.

"I meant that you shouldn't dare give me that dirty look when I tell you to do something. Never do it again and that's an order!"

"Yeah. . . whatever."

"You shall not speak to me in that manner!" Mr. Malfoy yelled, now standing over Ena. She stood but was nowhere near as tall.

"Or what?" Mr. Malfoy punched her in the mouth causing her to fall down. Harry's temper rose, and to his surprise, Ena guffawed as she got up. Blood was dripping out of her mouth.

"That really hurt," she said with an unmistakable tone of sarcasm.

"Laugh while you still can, my dear niece. The Dark Lord, Nagini, and some Death Eaters are coming over to visit."

"Don't they always?" Ena asked after a groan. Mr. Malfoy ignored her comment and took out a pocket watch.

"In fact, it's already time. There's going to be a special guest, by the way." He smirked. A large snake slithered into the room, Nagini, Voldemort's pet. Harry heard Ena speak in a hissing voice.

"If it isn't my favorite buddy," she said sarcastically to Nagini. She was a Posslemouth?

Crack.

Four hooded figures Apparated in the room.

"The Dark Lord will arrive shortly," one of them spoke. Harry knew the voice. That had to be Walden Macnair. Two of the Death Eaters that had just Apparated were very large and Harry guessed it was Mr. Goyle and Crabbe. Then the last Death Eater spoke, sending chills down his spine.

"Ready for your daily training, Ena? Today will be more fun, don't worry."

"Mother." Ena said under her breath.

"So you recognize me! Aw, did you miss Mommy?" Bellatrix Lestrange cackled and Ena let out a short, fake laugh. Harry could never forget that horrible, mock-baby voice from the Department of Mysteries. Bellatrix strolled up to Ena and held her chin and examined both sides of her face as if she were a piece of meat.

"Ooo, look at youuu," Bellatrix smiled and patted Ena's cheek.

"So, what's holding up ickle Voldemort?" Silence fell at Ena's insult.

"Never speak of our master like that!" Bellatrix screamed.

"He's your master, don't include me. I'm not taking stupid orders from Tom-Tom just because he's not strong enough to do it himself —"

"Crucio!" cried two voices: Bellatrix and Mr. Malfoy. Ena didn't scream and was being lifted into the air. Harry couldn't believe this. When he was taking one Cruciatrus Curse, the pain was so beyond belief he wanted to die, but how could Ena be taking double?

"How does she dare continue to talk to us like that?" Macnair asked. Ena broke out of the spell and landed catlike on the floor, and Macnair shot backwards and slammed hard into the stone wall behind him. Ena then held both hands up towards the four other Death Eaters in the room, making them all freeze. To the left went her hands, and to the left went the Death Eaters. Bellatrix and Lucius slammed into Macnair followed by the giant Crabbe and Goyle with a boom.

"That's how," Ena said. Harry felt the urge to cheer and applaud as the five full-grown Death Eaters, who were just single handedly shut up by a mere teenage girl, groaned in pain as they got up off each other.

Crack.

There were now three scarlet eyes showing through the darkness. Harry was worried of what Voldemort was going to do to Ena when he saw what she did to his Death Eaters, but he smiled. The Death Eaters scrambled into bows.

"You — You are not going to punish her?" asked either Crabbe or Goyle dumbly.

"Of course not," said Voldemort's cold, high-pitched voice. He then took out a wand of pitch-black color. It seemed a darker shade than the darkest shadow in the dungeon. Harry had never seen a glow of black show clearly through blackness. "May I return your wand?" Voldemort asked Ena while twiddling it with his fingers.

"Yeah, but you won't," Ena answered, crossing her arms. Voldemort laughed. "But that's okay. I can take all of you without a wand." This wiped the smile off Voldemort's face. Harry would have tried to keep Voldemort from getting mad if he was in Ena's position.

"We did not teach you all these powers for you to use it against us," said Voldemort and Ena began to laugh.

"You didn't teach me crap! Maybe you taught me the Unforgivable Curses, but everything I taught myself greatly out powers those."

"And how did you learn to use magic without a wand, Ena? By —"

"By living an everyday hell? Being tortured since I could remember? You know what? I'm finally through with this life! I know enough to stop you from stopping me from getting away from all this! I'm never going to kill for you ever again!"

"So you think you can defeat us," Voldemort said.

"I know I can. . ."

Voldemort turned to his Death Eaters, "We shall teach her how wrong she is," he told them. They began to laugh evilly. Voldemort waved his own wand, vanishing the bars of the cell for more space, and tucked Ena's wand into his pocket. There was pops and cracks, and Ena was surrounded, outnumbered six to one, and wandless.

"Use whichever curse, hex, etcetera, you want," Voldemort told his Death Eaters, "I'd prefer you use the pain inflicting ones, so long as she does not die." He smiled maliciously, but crossed his arms as to only watch. Nagini was at his side.

Ena turned her back to him to be facing the ones who posed a threat. As not to allow Ena to attack, the Death Eaters attacked first forcing her to defend herself, which she was doing a good job at. Jets of sparks and flames of different colors were shooting at her, illuminating the room. She would quickly stop each curse before it could touch her by creating some sort of small, invisible shield with the palms of her hands. But as she directed her hand to block another curse from her right, Nagini lunged out at her arm, fangs bared.

Fangs sank into Ena's right arm. The snake was so enormous that the width of its head was from Ena's biceps to wrist. Harry saw her eyes widen in shock. That was all it took to break Ena's concentration and a jet of orange sparks hit her and exploded as soon as it made contact with her back. Ena managed to block a fiery burst with her left hand.

For some reason, the Death Eaters stopped attacking. Harry wondered why, this was their chance because Ena let down her guard. Ena conjured a sword in her left hand and made to stab Nagini, but was stopped. Harry shut his eyes tight for a moment. He couldn't take to see it. Voldemort had stabbed her from behind.

Harry heard a clang and opened his eyes. Nagini had released Ena, who had just dropped her sword, which vanished. But, what sickened Harry was that Ena was on her knees with a sword through her stomach and Voldemort was laughing.

"My Lord," Lucius Malfoy started shakily, "You said she was not to be killed."

"She won't die," he answered and he kicked Ena to the ground and took out the sword. Harry felt tears of unsurpassable anger in his eyes. Ena was being tortured so badly and there was nothing he could do. He was having a hard time remembering that this was a memory and had already happened.

Ena managed to get herself on all fours, but began to cough up blood.

"But Master," Bellatrix said, "Nagini's venom is of the most deadly."

"Bella, your daughter's immune system isn't normal. She will survive the venom, just like she's survived every other thing that would kill a normal wizard. Thanks to our training, of course. Once she's survived something, the next time around, she becomes more or completely immune to it. Just think of it as one less thing that can stop our weapon. Soon she will be invincible."

Harry didn't know how she managed to do it, but Ena was standing. Her expression and stance was completely normal. If she wasn't becoming paler and paler from the venom and there wasn't blood dripping from her mouth, arm, back and stomach, you would think nothing had happened to her. Just as Harry thought Ena might just might be able to fight back again, she grabbed her stab wound and sank back to her knees.

"Cruciatrus. . . Now!" Voldemort ordered, and there was six cries of 'Crucio'. This time, Ena did scream, while being lifted into the air. Harry would have given anything to make the screaming stop.

"STOP!" Ena screamed, and she was released from the curse, falling to the ground with a horrible crack. She most likely just shattered her knee. She writhed in pain and agony, while having to take the jeering.

"I thought you were able to break the Cruciatrus Curse, Ena. What happened?" Voldemort laughed. Ena got up suddenly.

"At least I can break out of one! None of you can! Damn you all!" The ground began to shake violently as in an earthquake. There were sudden pulses of an invisible energy blasting from Ena and everyone in the room was pushed into the wall behind them. The walls began to crack under the pressure pushing against them.

"Bu — But everything in here is unbreakable! How?" Macnair managed to shout.

"Ena!" Voldemort yelled, "You're losing control! Remember what happened the last time!" This seemed to have touched a nerve in Ena because the ground stopped shaking, the walls stopped cracking, and Voldemort and his Death Eaters were no longer pressed against the walls. Ena fell to her knees and held her head with her hands. She was obviously having a very vicious internal struggle. She then dropped to all fours again, breathing hard and irregularly.

"Still think you can escape?" Voldemort asked Ena, he had her floating so they could be face to face. Ena managed to smirk.

"Yes," she answered, "you're only making me stronger." Voldemort waved his wand and Ena got thrown into a wall and she slumped down on the floor. The cell reappeared, containing Ena. Two chains came out of the wall and locked at Ena's wrists. She was now in a sitting position with her arms and hands dangling at the restraint of rusty chains, staring blankly in front of her, and bleeding furiously.

"If you ever do get away, Ena," Voldemort began threateningly, "Don't think we will hesitate to kill you. You will become the priority, even higher than the Potter boy."

"Whoopee, I feel special now," Ena replied in a very dull voice.

The four Death Eaters that had Apparated and Voldemort Disapparated, and Mr. Malfoy left the dungeon and shut the door. Ena wriggled her right hand to face its palm toward herself. Harry thought it was quite a sight to see Ena's blood flowing into the air to create a sphere of scarlet hovering over her palm.

The scene in front of him became to suddenly go red. Harry got a sensation of his mind being pulled out of the memory. Everything was red and, before he knew it, Harry was back in the basement kitchen of Grimmauld Place staring at Ena.

He gasped and jumped out of his seat as Ena did the same thing. They stared at each other in a mixture of confusion and unsureness.

" 'Bout time!" Ron exclaimed, "Blimey, you two were staring at each other for like an entire minute without blinking!" Harry didn't respond. He was looking at Ena, who was looking back. Did she know he had seen one of her memories?

"Yes, I do," she answered his thought in what was obvious Parseltongue. "That is you isn't it?"

"Yes," Harry replied awkwardly in English, "why do you ask?"

"Because I thought it was only Voldemort who could do that," she answered in English.

"I'm sorry, Ena," Harry said, looking down at his feet.

"Alright," Ginny said loudly, "What is going on?"

"You don't have to be sorry or feel sorry for me, Harry," said Ena, ignoring Ginny. Harry suddenly felt that growing up in a cupboard under the stairs with the Dursleys was a pleasant childhood.

A/N: So yeah, once again, this is the last I've got pre-finished from a year ago and I haven't started the next chapter.

Update: next chapter in progress. Thank you to those who reviewed.