*I wonder how I got here? I stopped to look at the moon; it was shrouded by darkness. I was hidden in the thick over grove in the forest. I could hear people in distance.

"They're coming for me." I whispered to myself. I started to teleport away but suddenly it seemed like I made the wrong move. A fire burned within; with one hand I held my very, large stomach and my other hand held body against the wall. It hurt so bad. It wasn't hurting the baby, but I could feel the intense burn that dwelled inside. Tears were daring to spill from my eyes; I've never felt such physical pain in my entire life. My body rapid shook as another person entered the room.

"Hello Miss Turner. I see that spell we've cast is working quite splendidly." I snarled at the cloaked man. He just chuckled. More cloaked figures graced their presence in the room. I groaned in pain as the pain ravaged to the rest of my body. Many began to snicker at the sight of my shaking form.

"How pathetic, it can't hurt that bad." I snarled again.

"Look at her, she's ready to collapse."

"The dark lord was right, she's a wild one. Look at her shake. She is trying to fight it." A cloaked woman tried to reach for my arm; I shakily grabbed her wrist and snapped it in half. She shrieked. "She broke MY BLOODY WRIST! You're going to pay for that mistake!" She raised her wand to my head. My eyes glazed over black. The one, who first talked, pulled the cloaked woman back.

"Don't do something you're going to regret." He said in a calm manner. "You know, if she is brought to the dark lord damaged, he'll have your head. Back off, we'll handle her." The cloaked woman angrily nodded and disappeared. The cloaked figures turned their attention back towards me. A smile grew on their faces. The one that was just talking shook his finger in a condescending manner.

"Now, Miss Turner that wasn't very nice. We're only here to collect you, and if you insist on being difficult we might have to be rougher with you. And we all think that you're in enough pain, so quit being so insolent." I just stared at him with my black eyes. My anger was overcoming my pain. My shaking began to slowly decrease. I was able to stand upright again.

"That's better. If you would just depart with us now, this could all end painlessly for everyone." He stuck out his hand for me to take. I sneered at it.

"I think that your offer is a little off, one person will be leaving here in pain, and that person is you." I waved my hand, and the man went flying into the wall behind him. The other's raised their wands threateningly. The man on the ground grunted. I just laughed at them. Did they expect that I would come along easily? I wasn't going down without fight, even if it was a small attempt of a fight.

"Is she bloody crazy?" One harshly questioned the others.

"Let's take her down." Another declared.

"That was the wrong move to make, Miss Turner." I roughly fell down to my knees. The pain was back, but this time it was much worse. I shook as if plagued with violent tremors. Tears began to spill down my cheeks as they began to advance around my shaking form. I no longer could fight off the pain; I was theirs to prey on. I felt course hands grab both of my arms and yanked me to my feet. I cried out in pain, it was beginning to become all too much. I hung my head in defeat.

"Be gentle with her. She might be crazy but don't intentionally harm her." It was the man I threw into the wall. He was finally standing again, no longer in pain.

"You've got to be kidding us. Did you hit your head too hard?" One turned to address him. He raised his hand, and silence filled the room. Well, except the rattling of my body.

"Let's just get her to the dark lord and he will deal with her, but for now, just watch out for what she can do." The two figures began to whisper a spell that would bind my arms together. This fueled another burst of angry, energy. I swung my bounded arms and two figures beside me flew across the room.

"You're not taking me to Voldemort!" I shouted. I was going to teleport, but I was quickly subdued with pain. I dropped back to my knees again, this time unable to even shake from the pain. I was exhausted. Everything was beginning to fade to black.

"Grab her and go we can't risk her escaping." One of them declared, as I fell into complete darkness.

~ Light began to fill my view; I closed my eyes once more. It was so bright.

"Time to wake up, Vivian." Voldemort purred. I screamed at the sound of his voice. *

I shot up, out of bed. My heart was beating a million beats a second. I stood there crying. Did I just see my capture? But how? I don't have the power of premonition? My mother does though. Do I have it now? It all seemed so real. I can't stand it. Suddenly, I received a very unwelcome kicked to the ribs, which caused me to double over in pain and felt familiar burning sensation that engulfed my scalp. Then it stopped. I had disturbed the little demon inside me, stress was causing this pain.

"Does it bother you to know, that I will eventually get what I want." The voice causally erupted my mouth. I was horror struck, but my body was laughing. "Did you really think that I wouldn't find you, pathetic?" Voldemort was physically speaking through me.

"You don't know where I am!" I screamed to myself. He chuckled slowly.

"I might not know your exact location, but it is only a matter of time." I shivered.

"I won't let it happen." I said shakily.

"Really, that didn't seem like much of a threat. I can make you just come to me, if this makes it easier on you."

"You can't, don't even try to trick me with such disappointing threats." As if prodded, I moved across the room and stood in front of the floor length mirror. I tried to look away from my reflection, but my eyes were forced to look back at my disheveled appearance.

"Do you still believe that I can't make you?" I wanted to scream 'YES', but my body was betraying by nodding no. My hand was guided to my swelling stomach, and laid on it delicately. I usually did this, when I wanted to be close to the baby. But he was doing it. I was repulsed the gesture.

"Soon he will be ours to embrace. He will be the one who will follow in his father's footsteps, and destroy the filth that litters the earth. He will have loyal followers at his disposal. No one will be able to stop us together." Tears began to fall from my eyes.

"He'll never be like you. I won't let him." I retracted my hand from my stomach, and placed my hands on the sides of my head.

"I don't know who you're trying to fool, because it's only a matter of time. Your mind will break, and our destiny will come together. I will rule you. Your mind, your body, and my heir. But don't fret, you'll learn to like it."

"No, no." I shook my head back and forth. This wasn't happening. Suddenly, I couldn't move. I stood perfectly still.

"That's better. You shouldn't let your fears get the best of you now, otherwise later I won't be able to feel them in person later." He cackled.

"You disgust me." I received another cackle.

"I disgust you? How delightful it will be, once you are in my possession. It will be my personal pleasure, to break you. Mold your mind into what it should be. Make you worthy of my cause, of my presence. I should be disgusted with you. You are ignorant to what you could do. But that would just take the fun out of things, if it were different." I shuddered as he presented images of me graveling at his feet, willing handing him my son and me actually enjoying his rigorous touch.

"Stop it, Just STOP!" I shouted to myself. It continued. "STOP. STOP!" A bright light amplified across the room. Then it vanished, along with the images. There was a silence. Just nothing. He was gone. I was able to move freely again. What sent him away? I stared at my fingertips; they glowed for a while before turned back to their normal state. What was that? Was that a new power? It was so odd, but relaxing. It banished Voldemort from my thoughts and the control of my body. He seemed so close to me, as if he was standing over me. But I knew better, he could find me mentally, but he wasn't sure of my physical location. I feel so vulnerable. Why did he have that effect on me?

~~~~~Halliwell Manor~~~~~

Phoebe just stood there, staring. She didn't know how long she was standing there. It was the first time in many, many years that she had visited her old home. She picked up the frame and blew the dust from the picture withheld in it. It was the first picture that she, Piper and Paige took as newfound sisters. Paige just got her hair done and she was wiping her new bangs from her eyes. Piper was trying to suppress a laugh as the picture was being taken. And there she was looking genuinely happy. Which she hadn't remembered feeling like that in a long, long time. Tears were daring to release from the corners of her eyes. She dropped the picture frame, no longer wanting to look at her past. Her eyes darted around the attic, it had the same old décor that she remembered, just riddled with age and dust. She laughed as something had caught her eye, The Book of Shadows.

They had met again.

Out of all the years that were spent searching for that damn book, it just appears in the house. She started to approach slowly, hoping it wouldn't disappear again. She had the sudden urge to stroke the cover of the book, and flip through the forgotten pages. She inched closer and closer, until she was an arm's length away from the book. She started to slowly reach for the book, it glowed a mild goldencolor.

Why bother trying for the book? Evil could not sullen its pages.

Her hand was getting closer and closer to the book and its glow got brighter and brighter. It started to burn her eyes, but she just had to touch it.

~~~~~~Underworld~~~~~~

He sat at the head of the table; his eyes were gazing and observing the table of anxious beings. His eyes were black, and a sneer of hatred lined his lips. He drummed his fingers impatiently on the table, awaiting for one of the pathetic simpletons to begin the meeting.
"Well?" He was clearly getting annoyed with the whole situation, he had better things to attend to but these morons were trying to test his patience. And it was wearing quite thin.

"Sir, the company was taken over by Crane like you ordered. The previous CEO was found in the alleyway, deceased. But it wasn't our people that took him out; I believe it was the work of Deatheaters." This broke the silence, not a very good thing to hear.

"Why would that be?" Questioned the source. This peaked his interest but not in a good way. If this demon was smart, his answer must exceed the source's expectations, or it could only wish for a quick, painless death.

"One of their masks was lying beside the target." Screaming began to fill the air, but as fast as it came, it disappear. That demon's chair was vacant now. The others at the table uncomfortably shifted in their seats. The source was already killing some of them, and more than likely wasn't finished either.

"Are you all seriously this incompetent?" The source rose from his seat, slowly circling the table. Most were scared to speak up to the source, his anger was too apparent and he could be too judgmental of their replies, killing them on spot if he chose to.

"I could detect the smell of wizards." Piped in the small creature towards the end of the table. It was brave for it speak, just seconds after a fellow comrade was killed. The source cracked a smile. Not a genuinely happy one, but somewhat satisfied one.

"Better. So how should we handle this situation? Any volunteers?"

"We could use your daughter, the princess?"

"Well?" The source impatiently threw a fireball up and down from his hands. The demon gulped.

"We could use the princess, with your permission, to capture some of the Deatheaters. They have an uncanny interest in delivering her to You-Know-Who."

"So you're suggesting that I send my only heir in as bait for wizards?"

"I figured since she was banished from the underworld that you wouldn't mind…"

"I wouldn't mind? Do you understand what you are telling me, the source of all evil? You don't think I would mind? Mhm? You're ignorance astounds me."

"Please don't kill me sir, I was just throwing some ideas…" The demon literally burst from the seams. The source was not happy.

"Anyone else, want to just throw some ideas at me?" No one had moved. The source shook his head in frustration. "As much as I want to disapprove his idea; it will work." He sat down at the head of the table again. "Does anyone know where I can find my daughter?"