Raven groaned as she slowly emerged from sleep. All her senses seemed to be fuzzy: she felt numb in the arms and legs and she felt as if she had gone deaf: there was not a sound. Wherever she was, there was nothing she could hear.

Slowly, the girl opened her eyes and found her vision blurred. She blinked several times and finally, things around her slowly regained their clarity.

She found out she was laying on some kind of mushy bed, in a large room. The ceiling was high and shadows ran all over it, snaking from corner to corner like spider webs. Slowly she tried to turn her head to the left to perhaps find an exit, but something felt wrong: none of her muscles would listen!

Confused, with a slightly panicked feeling rising in her chest, the girl tried to calm down and try again. She ordered her neck muscles to move her head, either way, but found they would still not respond. Her entire body felt stiff: as if someone had stuffed her with cotton, cutting off all her nerves.

Now Raven was scared. She knew that something was very wrong with her: someone had done something to her, numbing her entire body.

'Wait. . .what am I doing here. . .?' She suddenly wondered. For another moment, she lay there, thinking, trying to remember what had happened before she ended up here.

Then, like an uncontrolled tidal wave, it hit her.

The force of it took her breath out of her: she saw images, flashing at lightning speed before her eyes, of the events that had happened earlier: she saw the three caped Death Eaters, she saw them taking their hoods off, she saw all kinds of spells flying out of their wands and at her, she saw herself running through dark alleys, searching for someone to help her, and then she saw. . .she saw. . .Red. . .

A sob caught in her throat and came out as a hiccup. Raven saw a flash of her friend, lying dead in the alley, as the Death Eaters stood nearby. She remembered her fury at them, and felt it reborn inside her as she lay in the soft bed, gazing at the ceiling

Then she remembered Bellatrix, who had somehow knocked her out. That's where all her memories ended, so she assumed the Death Eaters had kidnapped her, gave her some kind of numbing poison and brought her here.

Just one question: where was HERE?

The girl drowned another frightened cry and slowly returned to her usual cool, calm self. She decided to try and figure a way out of this, while staying composed and thinking clearly.

But all of her assurance suddenly vanished when she heard the soft rustle of a cape to her right. The girl froze (not that she was moving) and her eyes almost popped out of their sockets, as she opened them wide.

Hardly breathing, she listened, trying to hear the rustle again, to make sure she had not just imagined it.

And there it was: louder and longer this time, as if someone was getting up from a sitting position.

A shadow fell on her and with a whimper, she raised her terrified eyes to meet a tall dark figure that stood over her.

"Who. . ." She tried to speak but her voice caught in her throat, as air found trouble trying to pass to her lungs. Her breathing became short and ragged, as terror seized her. She could not see the person's face, but she could almost swear she knew who it was. . .

"Hello, Lis." His voice murmured. The girl whimpered as the freezing voice hit her like a punch, and all she desired was to vanish off the face of the Earth, to never hear or see the speaker of that voice again. Terror flooded her, as brutal and cruel as the man that had spoken.

Tears rose to Raven's eyes and she let them fall, as she gazed, helpless, at the towering figure above her.

"I'm happy to finally see you." The man said softly. Raven shut her eyes.

'Go away, go away, go away. . .' She hissed furiously in her mind.

Then suddenly, she heard the voice again; but this time, it was inside her HEAD!

'I will never go away, Lis. Never. You and I, we are bound, and your destiny is to be everything I am. Your destiny is to help me, and you will never be able to make me leave. Never, Lis, never.' He laughed inside her head, and the girl screamed.

This time, her voice broke free from her constricted throat and burst out like a wild bird, bouncing off the walls, seeking an escape.

Raven screamed until all her fear and all her pain slithered out, and when she suddenly fell quiet, the man still chuckled.

"Voldemort. . .you're Voldemort. . ." She whispered, feeling suddenly very weary.

He chucked again.

"Yes. Yes, I am, Lis. And you're my one and only daughter. . ."

Silence fell, and finally Raven decided to break it. If she wanted answers, it was now or never.

"Why did you bring me here?" She demanded, staring at him.

Voldemort tilted his hooded head for a moment.

"Have my Death Eaters said nothing to you?' He questioned softly. 'I need you here to defeat the boy who was my downfall: Harry Potter. Afterwards, I need you to learn all I have learnt, and become the next Dark Lord. You will achieved great things under my care, Lis. You will achieve things some can only dream about."

But Raven did not share his joy for this: she felt a new anger rising inside her, like a coiling, raging snake. The great reptile fury reared its head and stroke.

"What if I don't want to be your follower, or to kill this Harry Potter? What if I don't do what you want me to?" She spat angrily. Voldemort scoffed softly.

"I have many ways to break people, Lis. There is nothing that I can do to you that you will for ever resist. Believe me, child; when I'm done with you, you'll never be the same. . ." He laughed coldly, cruelly and suddenly moved away, black cloak billowing behind him.

He paused at the door.

"You'll regain use of you body in about two hours. Then you'll have to find a way to get out of those bonds, which you probably didn't even know about until now. Try using your anger and fear, Lis. I've kept your powers in check since you've arrived, but now. . . well, have fun. . ." And he left.

Raven's eyes flew to the left and right, and distantly, she saw black leather bonds tying her to the bed. She growled angrily, trying to ignore the waves of terror that splashed wildly inside of her.

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Quizgirl: Seriously, what is up with people laughing at red's death? I wasn't exactly supposed to be funny: I mean: someone died! How can you laugh at that. . .oh well. . .

Yeah, Raven's gonna have this might grudge against Voldemort, and yeah, she's gonna plot again him. But this is probably not gonna work out the way you're imagining it now.

The Unenterable Door: Actually, when someone is hit with the Aveda Kedavra curse, they immediately get cold and all dead-like.

Dreamingmaggie: FINALLY someone who has compassion for poor, dead Red. And yes, Draco's coming up.

Just Curious: He he. . .that's not what's going to happen! This is not a Harry's-gonna-save-the-poor-little-Voldemort's-girl-and-they'll-fall-in-love fic. You couldn't be further from the truth.

Lyraartemispotter: It's in horror because of what's coming up.

Kaiame: Well at least you're not happy Red died. . .(PS: cut the sugar; it's not good for you!)

Argerusia: Again, I like the names. I didn't get you email, so it must mean you send it to the wrong address (or I accidentally deleted it because I delete all my emails). So if you want, send it to the email mentioned in my bio, and I should get it fine. As a subject, write the name of the story you're sending it about, so I know it isn't junk mail. Thanks.

Xsummerbabyx: Sorry this took such a long time to get out, but I've been busy. I'll write more often now that I'm on vacation.

Next chapter, Raven manages to get herself free and comes out to face her first challenge. If she survives a wandless fight against one of Voldemort's psychotic Death Eaters, she'll be taken to a magic shop to get a want of her own. . .but if she doesn't make it out, the Death Eater gets to do with her what he wants. . .

Well Raven, your training has begun!

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