The Dark Lady

She blinked and sat up, the words "Avada Kadavra" still ringing in her ears. 'Am I dead?' she thought glancing around at what appeared to be the same clearing, though all the Death Eaters and their 'Lord' were long gone. Walking out of the forest to see the ruins of Hogwarts was a bit unsettling, something was definitely wrong.

"You shouldn't have come here trespasser!" a vaguely familiar voice calls out to her from behind.

Turning she sees a grey cloaked figure with a blank, black mask wielding the Sword of Gryffindor. "W-what?" she asks, her throat raw from lack of use.

"Hands out where I can see them, the Mistress will decide your fate," the figure says.

"N-Neville?" she asks quietly.

"Move!"

Sitting upon the half broken remains of Dumbledore's golden throne was a woman in white, her face hidden in the shadows of her robe's raised hood. The grey guard shoves her from behind to kneel before the woman on the throne.

"What have you brought me, minion?"

"Trespasser, Mistress."

She looks up into the face of the woman on the throne.

"You look like her," the woman whispers to herself, "but my love is dead." The woman stands and says firmly, "Consider yourself lucky, whoever you are. Be gone from my kingdom by nightfall or my servants will feast upon your bones."

The woman swept out of the room, as the gray guard pulled the girl away.