A/N: This chapter contains mentions of enslavement and may upset some readers. You have been warned.

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Katrina had risen and showered and now she was standing before the window, gazing outside. She mentally decided that it had to be Thursday, assuming she hadn't been unconscious for more than a couple hours when her magic had returned. That meant she had been a prisoner for six days now. She idly wondered if anyone had noticed that she was missing yet.

The door opened behind her and she slowly turned to face it. Voldemort slowly entered, a book in one hand and his wand in the other. Behind him floated a tea tray. The smell of bacon and eggs made her stomach growl, reminding her of the single meager meal of bread, cheese, and water of the previous day. She stayed still as he floated the tray to the table and he took his seat, his side to her. The transfigured cushion still sat on the floor next to his chair.

"Come here," he said softly, turning his head just enough to fix both red eyes on her.

She considered stubbornly arguing, but she knew it would only earn her another round of Cruciatus. She very slowly approached the table, warily watching him. She stopped a couple feet from him and simply stood there.

He frowned at her and pointed at the cushion, "Thisss isss the lassst time I will inssstruct you in thisss. When your massster sssitsss, you kneel at hisss ssside!"

She didn't move a muscle.

His wand came up lazily to point at her, "Crucio."

She dropped to the floor with a scream. He lifted it after a moment and she shakily rose to her feet. Still shaking, she moved to the cushion and knelt. Her head down, she silently swore.

He prodded her back with his wand, "Sssit up ssstraight! Your head should be the only thing down." She did as he said, straightening her back. "Much better."

She listened to him begin to eat. Her stomach growled loudly but she remained silent. Her hands still shook from the cruciatus and she was slightly light-headed from lack of food. After what felt like forever, he set his utensils down and a hand with a piece of bread was in front of her. She took it and quickly ate. The meal continued just as the previous evening's meal. Once it was obvious no more food was forthcoming, she quietly spoke, "Thank you… my Lord."

His hand moved to her hair and it was all she could do not to flinch away. He stroked her head as one would a cat as he spoke, "Much better. Onccce you can do asss you are sssupposssed to without inssstruction, your mealsss will improve. Until then, you will live on bread and water." He drew his hand away and picked up his book. "Now, for your next lesssson… You will kneel there, your back straight, until I give you leave to move."

Katrina muttered a curse, her head still lowered. His hand grabbed her hair, pulling her head up so she was facing him.

"Not a sssound! You will learn to be sssilent and obedient." He released her hair and apparently turned his attention to his book as she heard pages periodically being turned.

The first hour or so wasn't too bad. She let her mind wander to thoughts of Maggie and Severus. She wondered how they were getting along. Eventually, though, the position she was in began to become painful. Her ankles and knees began to throb. Her lower back was the next to protest with sharp, shooting pains.

After a couple of hours, the pain was too much to be ignored. Tears leaked from her eyes and she had small bloody crescents in her palms where her nails had cut into the skin. At one point, darkness played at the edge of her vision and she gratefully embraced it.

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Maggie woke to the ringing of the alarm. She remembered her father waking her and helping her into bed. She thought again of the photo album, remembering that they had only reached her parents' graduation ball. She wondered what other pictures were in there.

Thinking of her mother brought fresh tears to her eyes. What would happen if they didn't find her? Would her father want her to live with him? As far as she could tell, she didn't have any living relatives. Would she be sent to an orphanage? She decided she would run away before she let that happen.

Dashing her tears away, she quickly rose and dressed. She went to exit the bedroom but she stopped when she heard voices in the living room. She held her breath, trying to decipher who was out there. She could only hear snippets of conversation.

"…on probation already…" The voice was definitely female and familiar, but she couldn't immediately place it.

"…no rule… great hall… take my meals…" That was certainly her father's voice.

"…meals in the hall…. Send you… decree."

"You do that!" her father's voice clearly barked. "Until then," he continued, his voice sounding much closer to where Maggie hid, "I will take my meals where I please. Now…" his voice faded again and Maggie realized he must be headed for the door to his quarters. "Good day!" Again, that came through loud and clear, as did the slamming of the door which followed it.

Maggie decided to wait for her father to open the door to the bedroom. She wasn't sure if it was safe to do so or not so she went and sat on the edge of the bed. No sooner had she sat down than the door quietly opened.

"Maggie?" her father's voice inquired. "Are you awake?"

"Yes, father," she replied, rising and going to the door, which he opened wider. "I heard you talking to someone…"

"It was that hag, Umbridge," he muttered, leading her into the kitchen. "She is becoming perturbed by my absence at meals."

"Perhaps you should dine with the other teachers, then," Maggie suggested.

"She would merely find something else to complain about," he responded, calling Dobby and asking for breakfast. "She is determined to replace the staff with members of the Ministry," he continued once the elf had delivered breakfast and disappeared.

"I wish Dumbledore was here," she muttered. Her father had explained the events leading up to her godfather's disappearance.

"As do I, Maggie. As do I."