Wormtail slowly dragged the unconscious girl up the stairs, it was a slow process but his lord had demanded her. Wormtail was nursing quite a few small bruises from the girl he had subdued. She was a quick thinker and a fast one with a wand, no wonder the Dark lord wanted her. After dragging her across the long hallway he made his way into a small room. A single chair and hearthrug faced a gently burning fire. A hooded figure stood in front of the fire, his long, white hands clasped on the mantel. "Ah, Wormtail…. Took you long enough" the man said in an abnormally high pitched voice, he turned in time to see his servant shudder. He looked at the girl at wormtail's feet, and then he looked to Wormtail. "She struggled." He said, not at all meaning it as a question, Wormtail shuddered again, "y…yes m'lord." He said with another shake. Voldermort laughed. He bent down next to the girl and lifted her into a sitting position; she was rather beautiful for a nasty little mudblood. He pointed his wand at her and muttered "Restrictos" Thick black ropes snaked out of Voldermort's wand and up the girl, binding her arms down the length of her upper body. He looked pleased and then muttered the counter curse for his sleeping charm, she awoke with a start and upon seeing the cloaked man there, taking him for another death eater, she screamed and kicked him the face, Wormtail drew in an audible breath. The girl was stunned as the man laughed. Her hairs stood on end; the laugh was high pitched and frosted with hate.

The hooded figure grabbed his captive by the hair and pulled her to her feet, she winced in pain but held her tongue. Wormtail followed his master down the stairs and down another flight into the dungeons where he flung the girl into the floor; she managed to get her self back into a sitting position and glared at the man. "Do you know why your hear?" The figured asked in mock concern. The girl shivered but didn't answer. "When I ask a question you ANSWER" he said and raised his wand. Drawing an x across his chest and then flinging his wand out again with a quick snap of his wrist, the girl screamed in agony as two huge cuts opened themselves up across her chest, blood gushed through the new rips in her shirt. She choked back tears as she tried to breath, the pain almost intolerably. "Now lets try this again…" he said coolly. "What is your relationship to Harry Potter." The girl looked up and screamed at the man with difficulty, "I'll never tell you, you filthy scum bag! You're a liar and a fake!" Tears rushed down her face from pain and the man's servant gasped. The hooded man kicked the girl right in the face with a deafening 'crack'. "How dare you talk back to me" he said coolly as he raised his wand again.

"Crucio" he murmured with out a second thought. Erratic screams filled the dungeon as a brown haired girl lay on the floor twitching in agony. The man smirked at the girl's pain as he lifted his wand up; the screams died.

"Now my pet…. Maybe you'll listen next time." The girl looked livid. Her eyes were mere slits as emotions of pain and hatred scuttled across them. Her body was pale and blood had crusted itself sporadically around her arm as if she had been victim to a dog who had shook off red paint in an attempt to become dry. Numerous welts and cuts had surfaced all along her torso and abdomen and her skin was exposed in almost every place except those of a nature meant to be kept subdued. The hooded figure slowly glided towards the defiant girl, crouching at her level he hissed, "Do I need to punish you more?" The girl raised herself up and slowly raised her face to meet his. Red slits bore into her soul. She couldn't help but feel as if everything she had ever kept secret he now could see. With a quick move she spit in his face, or where a face should have been. "You will regret that" he hissed with such venom and loathing it made the girl shudder.