Katrina had emerged from the bathroom, not at all surprised that the dress robes fit her perfectly. The robes were scarlet with gold embroidered trim around the neck, wrists, and hem. When she stepped out of the bathroom, she was barefoot. Her trainers wouldn't quite go with this fancy attire. She left her muggle clothing in a heap on the floor of the bathroom.
She descended the stairs and padded silently into the dining room, not surprised to see him already seated at the table.
He gave her an approving nod as she watched his eyes graze first over her hair, which she had pulled up into an elaborate twist on the back of her head, down to her bare feet. His eyes widened slightly and she simply shrugged.
"You didn't have anything proper for me to wear on my feet," she said simply.
"Go and retrieve your muggle shoes and I will transfigure them into something appropriate."
She silently did as he ordered her, not really wanting to go barefoot. She returned and put the shoes on her feet. She glanced down as he changed her trainers into a pair of low-heeled red shoes that laced halfway up each calf. She was actually quite pleased with them, "Those are perfect."
Lucius Malfoy stood, "Come along. If you try anything I will take you there under an Imperio."
Katrina nodded, knowing it was easier, and likely to be less painful, if she went peacefully. She approached him and he wrapped a gentle hand around her upper arm, guiding her out of the house. They walked a hundred or so feet from the house before his grip tightened and she felt the familiar, but disconcerting, pull of apparition.
She pulled in a quick lungful of air when they reappeared. His hand still on her arm, he led her a short distance through a patch of woods. When they emerged, they were in view of a small cottage with a bonfire burning outside.
A cloaked figure quickly approached from the direction of the fire. The hunched figure approached close and Katrina forced herself to remain still. Suddenly Lucius' wand was between her and the newcomer, "Step back, Wormtail. Lord Voldemort wants her."
"Of course, Lucius," the hunched figure simpered, stepping back a couple paces. "I shall tell him that you have arrived." He scurried off back in the direction of the bonfire.
Lucius pulled her forward again and she resisted only slightly. Her body trembled slightly and she could only pass a small portion of it off as the chill from the night air. She watched Wormtail hesitantly enter the cottage and a moment later his hunched form scurried out and disappeared. A tall figure gracefully followed him out of the cottage and simply stood there, watching them approach.
Her feeling of trepidation rose as they grew closer and she could make out the features of the man. He was tall and skeletally thin. His head was bald. As they drew even nearer, she could see that his eyes were a frightful shade of scarlet and his nose was a pair of mere slits.
Lucius' arm began tugging downwards and she glanced at him, finding him kneeling. He was obviously trying to get her to kneel as well, but she steadfastly refused.
"Kneel," Lucius hissed at her, his eyes downcast.
She silently refused, turning to again look towards Voldemort. She stared him in the eye for a moment before she saw Voldemort's wand rise and she was driven to her knees. She gasped as her knees connected with the rough ground. She kept her head up, though, her eyes locked defiantly on those terrible scarlet orbs.
"Rise, Luciusss. You sssaid thisss woman isss a witch?"
She could see Lucius rise next to her, "Yes, My Lord. She is as pure blooded as myself. She attended Hogwarts two years behind me. Her parents loyally served you many years ago, the Stonesmiths."
"Ah, yesss," Voldemort hissed, moving to circle her.
Katrina tried to rise to her feet, but found the spell still pressing her down. She settled with turning her head, keeping her eyes on him as he strode around her. He stopped before her again.
"You sssaid she isss asss a muggle?"
"Yes, My Lord."
Voldemort raised his wand again and waved it over her. Katrina didn't see or feel anything, but obviously Voldemort did. His eyes widened slightly, "Who gave you that ssspell?"
Katrina glared at him, "Dumbledore gave it to me."
The hissing laugh was probably more frightening than anything else at this moment. He dismissively waved his wand and Katrina found herself free to rise and she quickly did so. "How amusssing! Ssso that bassstard hasss no qualmsss about usssing my ssspellsss!"
Katrina almost choked. That spell was something Voldemort had developed! And Dumbledore gave it to her? She felt sick to her stomach.
Voldemort glanced at her appraisingly, before seeming to come to some sort of decision. "Lucius, give me your arm."
Lucius stepped forward and bared his left forearm. Voldemort touched his wand to the Dark Mark and muttered something before releasing the man's arm. "Bring her into the cottage and get her settled in the spare bedroom. Ward the house so that she can access the toilet and then you may leave, Lucius."
"Yes, My Lord," Lucius said, grabbing her arm and leading her to the cottage. He brought her upstairs to a small bedroom. "If you obey him, he may not hurt you as much as he surely will if you fight him."
She scoffed, "If he expects me to obey him, he is sadly mistaken."
Lucius simply shrugged, closing and locking the bedroom door, and she could hear him warding it.
She glanced around the room, taking note of the open door with the bathroom beyond it. There was a single large bed, a dresser, a wardrobe, and a single armchair. To one side of the room there was a small table flanked by a pair of wooden chairs. She paced around her gilded cage a bit before opening the wardrobe. It was full of clothing. The dresser was also full of clothing and from this she extracted some suitable nightclothes. It was obvious she wouldn't be dying tonight. She wasn't sure if she was relieved or disappointed.