I opened my eyes and looked around. The dream from when I was sick played in my head. Through a window I could see the graveyard and the church. Voldemort came in.

"I'm not going to join you," I snarled before he could say anything. "I won't ever join you."

Voldemort made little tisking noises.

"Just like your father, Ronan. You're both so stubborn," he said a wicked grin coming across his face. "No matter. I broke him. I can break you." He pointed his hand at me.

"Crucio!" I screamed and struggled against the chains.

"Stop!" I begged. "Stop! Please!" Voldemort lifted the curse.

"Are you prepared to join me?" he asked. I shook my head.

"No," I said sticking my chin out stubbornly.

"Why must you do everything the hard way Schyler?" he asked. "I am offering you a chance to live, a chance to gain power. You would be able to protect your family if you had the kind of power that I could give you. I know you want to protect your family. Join me and you can." I shook my head, glaring at him.

"No," I said. "You can't use my family against me this time Voldemort. I know you're lying."

Voldemort frowned and put the curse on me again. The pain seemed to go on for hours and by the light coming through the window I knew that it really had been hours. It was horrible. I felt like I was being torn in two. I wished that he would just kill me and get it over with, at least then the pain would end.

"Beg for death Marcin," Voldemort sneered. "Only then will I give you mercy and release you from this hell. If you beg, I will be kind to you and kill you. But only if you beg."

Do it! my brain screamed. Say 'Please, just kill me!' It will make it all stop! Do it!

No, a soft yet strong voice whispered. We can't. If we do Taylor and the others and the rest of our family...mum, dad, and Bryson...they'll be killed. We can't allow that to happen. No matter how much he hurts us. Not even if he DOES kill us. We have to protect them! I gritted my teeth against the pain and summoned all of my energy.

"I'll never join you!" I screamed at Voldemort. The curse lifted and I went limp, panting and gasping for breath. I wanted to cry but I couldn't, not here, not in front of him. I was never going to show that kind of weakness in front of him.

"It appears that I can not persuade you," he said. "We'll see what happens next then, won't we? Maybe you'll change your mind."

"No," I said quietly, my voice hoarse from my screaming. "Never." Voldemort walked out, locking the door behind him. My vision became blurry and then I blacked out.

Icy cold chains pinned my wrists and ankles to a smooth stone wall. My head was resting against my chest. I moaned and opened my eyes. My vision was still a little blurry but it cleared up in a minute. I lifted my head when I heard a door open. My eyes widened in fear as Lucius Malfoy and Voldemort walked up to me.

"Well Lucius, is this the child who led your son away from his rightful path?" Voldemort asked knowing very well that I was. Lucius nodded.

"Yes it is, Master." I shook my head as my mouth moved uselessly, not forming any words and making no sounds. Why hadn't the others arrived yet?

"It seems I will never get her to join us," Voldemort said. "You do know that you are rightfully mine, don't you Marcin? The moment that Ronan and Raelin perished you and you brother became mine. However, Cory is now a adult and I can no longer claim him. You however, though you are seventeen and legally of age in our world, you are still in school and by the Death Eater Laws, any child given to me can be claimed until they are eighteen. So you are mine and you can not escape it." I closed my eyes to stop the tears that had welled up from falling. I would not cry in front of him!

"Make you're choice now, girl," Lucius ordered. "What will it be? Joining us or death?" I shook my head and let it fall onto my chest again. Voldemort walked up to me and used his right pointer finger to tilt my head up to look into his blood red eyes.

"If you want to live, you will join us," he said.

"No," I said somehow managing to sound brave. "I won't."

"Then you will die," Lucius sneered. Then Cory, Draco, Harry, and Taylor burst into the room. Draco's eyes widened in shock when he saw his father.

"Father!?" he gasped. "How...how could you?" Then he seemed to forget about that and his eyes got a determined angry look in them.

"Voldemort, don't touch her!" Harry yelled. Voldemort stepped away from me and turned to them.

"You're too late, I'm afraid," he said with a cold slightly amused smirk. "She has chosen death."

Their eyes all widened at the same time.

"No, Schy-san!" Taylor cried. Harry grabbed her as she tried to run to me.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly. "I just couldn't join him. I'm protecting you Taylor. I'll choose that over life any day." Cory, Draco, and Harry drew their wands as Taylor fell against the wall in shock. Then she shook her head slightly and went to stand next to Draco.

"Leave Schy-san alone!" she said angrily. "Don't touch her you baka!" Voldemort looked down at her. She gasped and grabbed onto Draco's arm but continued to glare at Voldemort.

"I mean it, leave her alone," Cory said. Voldemort laughed shrilly.

"You think you can stop me, boy?" he asked.

"Sectumsempra!" all three boys shouted. Their spells hit Voldemort in the chest and he screamed for a moment and fell to the floor. Then he stood up again, his eyes blazing with anger. He was breathing hard and there was blood staining his robe.

"Fools!" he hissed. "Now you will watch the girl die! You could have saved her but now you shall never see her alive again!" He laughed psychotically and turned to me. I looked over at the others.

"I love you," I said. "All of you. Cory, tell the others that I love them. And tell mum that I said thank you for being my mum. Tell dad that I said thank you too." Cory shook his head.

"You can tell them yourself," he said. Voldemort rolled his eyes. "Lucius, please take care of them." Lucius nodded and pointed his wand at the boys and used the Imperious Curse on them and ordered them to fall to their knees. They tried to fight it but the spell overpowered them and they fell to their knees. He smirked. They couldn't get out of it and when they did I would be dead.

"Very good," Voldemort said turning to me and pointing his wand at my chest. "Say goodbye to your life, Marcin! Avada Kedavra!" A jet of green light shot from his wand and hit my chest. I screamed and then my head hit my chest and I went limp. I was dead.

"NO!" the boys screamed. "SCHYLER!" Tears were streaming down their cheeks.

"Schy-san..." Taylor whispered weakly as tears welled in her eyes. "Come back..." Lucius and Voldemort laughed.