Alright, I worked on chapter 4 all day. I'm having alot of fun writing this, I hope everyone is enjoying reading it. I will try to keep updating as quickly as I can. Please review and let me know what you all think.

Calida lay in bed looking up at the ceiling. She was desperately hungry, as she hadn't eaten anything all day, but she couldn't get up. Every part of her body ached, her head was pounding and spinning, and her palms were cut and bloody; she didn't have the energy to cast the simple healing spell that was needed.

She had returned the ring to the Dark Lord and explained how she came across it. Calida had heard stories of what it was like to witness the Dark Lord when he was truly angry, but the stories, she decided, had never quite developed enough to convey the actual event.

She wasn't entirely sure what all had transpired, nor how she had gotten home. She remembered that he had destroyed several pieces of furniture before turning his wand on her. She knew he wasn't angry with her, but he had certainly taken his anger out on her.

Calida carefully propped herself up on her pillows. She was exhausted, but sure she had been either asleep or unconscious for some time. Looking at her hands, she realized that they were full of splinters of wood, and it looked as if she had clawed her palms herself.

Slowly, she began pulling out the splinters. Several of them were in deep enough that she started bleeding again when she took them out. After several long minutes of laboring carefully over her palms, and stopping frequently since looking down made her dizzier, there were no more traces of wood. Once she got her energy back it would be simple enough to heal herself.

Calida reached up to scratch her head; it had been itching since she woke up. It stung and so she pulled her hand away, apparently her head was bleeding too. She sighed, figuring she must have hit her head on something while she was under the Cruciatus Curse.

Her parents had come home in the same shape she was in now before. They had told her many times when she would laugh that they couldn't remember what happened, that it's hard to control your actions when you're being tortured. She hadn't really understood that until now.

It wasn't like she hadn't been under the Cruciatus Curse before, her parents had occasionally used it as punishment when she was a child, but this was much worse; she must have been under it for longer than she would have thought possible from her childhood memories.

She decided that a shower would do her some good, so she got carefully out of bed. After almost collapsing when she stood up, and finally having to sit down part-way through her shower, she was clean and feeling a little better; she was thinking more clearly at any rate.

Calida fell onto her bed and got comfortable. "Chaka," she called. There was a loud crack and a small creature appeared next to her bed. Chaka was a very tiny little house elf with a long thin nose and bright blue eyes. She wore a small tea-towel like a toga. Chaka had been with the family as far back as Calida could remember, and knew that she was there to serve Calida; she had been Calida's babysitter when she was young.

She always tried to be kind to Chaka. She saw how Lucius Malfoy had treated poor Dobby, and she always felt sorry for the elf when she saw his eyes watering in pain after Lucius repeatedly stepped on Dobby when he wasn't paying attention.

"Chaka," she said softly, "I'll take my dinner up here tonight."

"Yes, Mistress. What would you like for your supper Mistress?" said the elf in a high squeaky voice.

"Some fried chicken and mashed potatoes, would be nice. You know how I like them. What time is it, Chaka?"

"Yes, Mistress. Chaka will get right on it Mistress. It is three in the morning, Miss," said the elf happily.

Calida thanked the elf and sent her on her way to start dinner. It wasn't much longer that her dinner was brought to her by Chaka and she had finished it a short while later. She laid her head back on her pillows and drifted off to sleep, hoping she wouldn't be so sore when she woke up.

Calida guessed it to be shortly after noon when she next awoke. The sun was shining through a gap in her curtains and gave the room a brilliant glow. She got up out of bed cautiously, afraid she might drop to the floor if she wasn't yet recovered. She felt the soft carpet on her feet and was reassured that she had somewhat recovered over night. Her body still ached and each joint felt stiff. She was sure her back and sides were bruised.

After changing into her robes, without using magic, she took out her wand and touched it gently to each hand and her head whispering a healing spell. Calida watched as the wounds healed and put her wand in her pocket, smiling to herself.

Rather than going to see the rest of the family, who would be in the living room (and entertaining guests judging by the level of noise), Calida decided to spend the afternoon in the library. She pulled down a rather thin book that, unlike most of the others, contained no spells or magical information. This book was a simple story that she had loved to read when she was about 10. She curled up in her comfy chair and read for several hours without interruption.

Around eight or so, there was a knock on the door and her brother walked in and took a seat near her.

"You missed dinner," he said gently.

"I know."

"We had company."

"I know."

"Draco asked if you were ok," he was looking at her with more concern than usual when he said this.

"Why did he want to know that?" she asked, though she thought she knew the answer.

"His mother was the one with you last night, Cali. She said you looked terrible when you left. She wasn't sure you would make it home. The first time's never fun, well, ok it's never fun, but from what we could tell, your first was worse than it usually is."

"What do you mean by that?" she said sharply. She was a little upset that he had called her Cali; it was the name he used for her as a child when she was sick or hurt.

"Well," he started slowly, "He is usually pretty forgiving of first mistakes. Cissa said you were covered in blood by the time you left. She said he directed a lot more of his anger at you than her. Are you sure you're ok?"

He looked genuinely sorry for her. She smirked at him; he was always coming home in bad shape because he had decided to take it upon himself to add 'dazzle' to his orders.

"Yes, I'm sure I'm fine," she said. "Chaka looked after me last night. I ate, took a shower, and went back to sleep. I feel fine today, just…a little weak and sore," she finished. She was serious about feeling weak, just this conversation gave her a feeling like she had been trying to fight the Imperious Curse for hours.

"Good," he said, finally sounding convinced that she was ok, "Merlin knows we don't want anything to happen to you."

He gave her a hug and left her to her reading. It was nice to know her family cared so much about her. She figured that she had gotten a nice concussion, as she still had no recollection of Narcissa being in the room with her.

She laid her book aside on the table and moved over to a sofa in the library. Calida relaxed into it, feeling very short as her head didn't quite reach the other arm. After jerking the pillow down and squashing it comfortably under her head she closed her eyes. She needed to rest before she could manage to get back to her room.

The door opened and she groaned inwardly, glad that her family cared, but now wishing they would leave her alone. She felt someone take a seat just above her head on the couch, but didn't bother to open her eyes.

"At least you're not bleeding everywhere," came a slow drawling voice.

Calida glanced backward and saw Draco sitting beside her. The sight of seeing him upside down gave her and instant headache and she closed her eyes again.

"No, not bleeding."

She was afraid that he was going to try to engage her in conversation, and she really didn't have the energy for that.

Calida felt his weight shift on the sofa and was surprised as she felt him slip his arm around her shoulders. She gazed at him blearily.

"Don't talk. I know you're exhausted, I've been in your position. You'll recover faster if you just stay in bed. I'll help."

He pulled her to her feet with surprising strength. Remembering that Draco was still in a bit of trouble with the Dark Lord, she felt a rush of gratitude for his understanding. She allowed him to help her into her room and get comfortable in bed.

Draco stepped outside while she changed, but when he returned, he brought a smoking goblet and several books with him.

"To read when you wake up," he supplied before she could ask. "And you'll want to drink this. I can't remember what it's called, but Professor Snape made a whole batch for me, helps take the edge off the ache."

He helped her sit up to swallow the potion then slipped out the door, flicking his wand to extinguish the torches on his way out.

She felt the warmth of the potion spreading through her aching limbs and drifted off into a deep, restful sleep.

Several days later she felt good as new. She had learned that the Dark Lord considered it good manners to allow two or three days for his Death Eaters to recover and think about how to do better next time. Calida was deeply grateful for this, as it meant that she didn't have to attend any meetings, but could be given assignments via family and friends, and since she wasn't anxious to repeat recent events, this suited her.

Tonight, she would be going on her first assignment accompanied by others. She only had a vague idea of who all would be going, but it came to a total of about 30. The Dark Lord had received information that a rather large group of Phoenix members would be quite alone in escorting the famous Harry Potter to a wedding. Calida was to join the group ambushing them. Orders stated that she was to take out as many members of the Order as possible, but Harry Potter was to remain unharmed and brought to the Dark Lord.

As if she wasn't already nervous enough about this, she knew something that made her even more uneasy. Her 4th year Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Remus Lupin would most certainly be a part of the escort. She had always liked Professor Lupin, and like most of the school, was very sorry to see him go. She very much hoped that he would come out of it alive, but as she knew some of the most vicious Death Eaters in the Dark Lord's service had been sent to do this, she doubted it.

Calida hardly ate any dinner that night. Her family seemed to be under the impression that it was only her recent delving into the realms of being tortured that was on her mind, and so they all kept giving her words of encouragement and telling her that he was hard on you when you did wrong, but his rewards were always worth it. Calida remembered that he had said he would reward her, and wondered what it would be. As she lifted her fork, white scars flashed on the back of her hand reading "I am an ignorant, insubordinate child", and she hoped fleetingly that perhaps she would be allowed to finish off Dolores Umbridge.

At long last the time came. They were to rally outside of Torlop Manor. Calida had always liked them. They were a nice young couple (at least they were nice to her), new to the ranks, having only served for two years, but they had already gained a reputation as being some of his most dangerous supporters. Neither was suspected of working for the Dark Lord, and that gave them an advantage as Owen was working as a member of the Accidental Magical Reversal Squad. It may not have been as useful a position as others held, but he did manage to hear small bits of information that could be pieced together to reveal things of great importance. Once dressed for the occasion, Calida and her family disapparated.

Torlop Manor was a beautiful place. The house stood in a small valley with a row of trees behind it. There was a fantastic garden of the most spectacular plants (most of which came in useful when making poisons), and a few odd creatures wandering around the yard; like bright orange peacocks.

There was already a large number of hooded figures there when she arrived. Everyone wandered off to mingle and catch up with friends while still others were apparating and joining the mass. She noticed that everyone there seemed so familiar with seeing their friends dressed this way, that they could pick them out by just their eyes alone. Calida was just about to wander off and look for her brother when a voice beside her spoke;

"Good to see you up and around again," drawled a tall boy with grey eyes next to her. She noted that Draco seemed to have regained a bit of his old swagger since she last saw him, but his voice still held a slightly nervous tone to it.

"Good to see you're still alive," she retorted. She couldn't see it, but she knew he was smirking at her from beneath his hood.

"It looks like I'm going to get a second chance," he said to her.

His voice shook slightly as he said the last two words, and she guessed that this must also be his last chance. Calida looked into his eyes and noticed they were brighter than usual, and she could see his determination to prove himself. Since last she heard he and his family were both to be killed, she wondered if perhaps this was their last chance as well.

Desdemona Torlop called for silence and told everyone where they were to apparate at Owen's signal. She said that everyone was to get in, do their jobs, and get out. They were not to be seen, they were to leave as few survivors as possible, and Harry Potter was to be captured and taken to the Dark Lord with no more harm done than being stunned. Calida pulled out her wand and watched as several people shifted nervously, waiting for the signal. Suddenly, a shower of green sparks lit the sky. At the front of the crowd Desdemona nodded and everyone disapparated.

There was already a fierce battle raging when Calida got there. Several of the Death Eaters were sending Killing Curses in every direction at anything that moved. Calida ducked a few spells trying to take in her surroundings for anything that could be useful; all she got was that a rickety old house that was plainly held up by magic was nearby.

Calida dodged between dueling couples looking for somewhere the numbers were uneven. Finally she found poor Draco dueling two Order members she recognized as very talented Aurors. Without thinking she shot a spell at one of them. He instantly turned and started sending spells back at her. She didn't know what half of them did, but guessed it wouldn't be good to get hit with one, as they were most likely spells taught only to Aurors. She decided it would be best to end this as quickly as possible. She raised her wand, but before she got halfway through the spell, it flew out of her hand.

Calida rounded to see who had just disarmed her, shouting the Killing Curse and aiming it at the person she had intended to kill in the first place. A jet of green light flew from her palm and an anguished cry told her she had hit her mark. The face she found herself looking at nearly made her cry. Staring back at her was a rather young man with flecks of grey in his sandy hair. He looked pale and thin, but there had been a full moon recently. She silently summoned her wand back to her hand as he walked closer. She felt the slick wood in her hand and raised it at the man who had once been her teacher.

Calida sent a Killing spell off to the side of him with her hand, to draw his attention. He turned his head very briefly to watch the curse and was hit with the Disarming spell that had shot from her wand. Lupin was knocked off his feet and landed on the ground with a soft thud. She walked forward and looked down into his eyes. She saw his look of resolve there, and knew he would be only to happy to die for his cause.

Calida took a deep shuddering breath and pointed her wand directly at his chest. She felt tears stinging her eyes and her wand shook violently. With a sharp pang she realized what Draco had felt, and understood why he couldn't kill his headmaster. She knew that Lupin was watching her, seeing her weakness. She couldn't do it, but she couldn't just back away and let him live.

"Calida!" A shriek pierced the night, drowning out all the other screams and bangs that were echoing around them. She whipped around to see who called, but saw instead why they had. Harry Potter and three friends were running out of the action, and she was the nearest Death Eater to them.

She turned and ran after them trying to hit them with a stunning spell or an anti-disapparation jinx; thanking Merlin that she had received an excuse for not harming Remus Lupin.

Calida was close enough to see Harry grab the arm of a red headed girl. She sent one last stunner in his direction. Her aim was true this time; it would have hit. But Harry and his companions had disapparated a split second before the spell should have reached them. She swore and turned to face the Death Eaters running towards her. They motioned for her to forget it and leave; Aurors were starting to apparate everywhere. Apparently word had got out of their attack now and reinforcements were arriving. She twirled her wand so it disappeared, turned on her heel and disapparated, shaking her head.

About an hour later they were all gathered in a circle around the Dark Lord. Everyone was deathly silent as he spoke to Desdemona. Finally, he stood straight and said "I see," in a voice so cold a shiver ran around the circle. Calida felt like the bottom of her stomach had dropped out. She knew she was in trouble again, and this time it was going to be much, much worse.

He walked around the circle speaking softly to each Death Eater in turn. Occasionally, he would torture one for a short time before moving on to the next. He was speaking to them so softly that the only noises shaking the sickening silence were the anguished screams when one of them was punished. Calida watched as one by one her fellow Death Eaters were tortured or spoken to until; at last, it was her turn.

"So, Calida," he said to her softly. She could see the cold fury in his scarlet eyes and swallowed. "I hear it was you who let Harry Potter escape this time. What do you have to say to this accusation?" he asked her.

"My Lord," she whispered, her mouth was dry and her tongue seemed unable to grasp her words. "I have no excuses. I wasn't fast enough, and he and his friends escaped. Forgive me, Master." She was half crying when she finished. She felt like she had let her whole family down.

The next thing she knew she was on the ground screaming and twitching uncontrollably. Pain coursed through her body. It was like her blood was burning her from within and white hot knives were piercing her flesh; her very bones. She had no idea how she survived this the other night. She was just thinking that she was sure to die if the pain persisted for another second when it lifted. Calida lay on the ground panting, her body still aching from her punishment.

"Get up, Calida." There was no pity or concern in his voice; it was colder than she had ever heard it. Slowly, she pushed herself up and stood back into the circle. "You will do better next time." It wasn't a question, but she was sure she would be able to do better, she had to. It wasn't just for her she had to do it; it was for her family.

"Yes, Master. I will, Master," she didn't mean for it to come out sounding quite so furious or defiant, but it seemed the Dark Lord took the correct meaning in it.

"Good," he said with a touch of a smile at her. "Calida, we will discuss your next assignment before you leave. You are to remain behind the others." And he walked off to face the rest of the Death Eaters in the circle.

Calida was proud of her family and what their name stood for. She couldn't break it. She had never thought her parents' expectations of her were unreasonable. Perhaps when she was young she thought their ideas were stupid, but it made sense to her now. Letting the muggle borns learn magic was all well and good until their friends and family started pestering the rest of the wizarding community to do magic for them. Keeping muggle borns out made life simpler, for the Ministry and for Wizarding communities as a whole. Besides that, Calida enjoyed death, destruction, and chaos in general. This war wasn't about purification anymore; it was about chaos and revenge. She should do well at anything assigned to her in this war. This was the kind of stuff she loved.

Calida looked around and started, she was now the only one left. The Dark Lord walked slowly over to her, and she stared up into his pitiless red eyes wondering what she would have to do.

"As you well know, Calida, the destruction of my ring was infuriating. That ring was the second of my possessions to be destroyed at the hands of Harry Potter and that muggle loving fool, Albus Dumbledore." His eyes flared as spoke.

"My Lord," she said softly, "I understand the loss of the ring, it was a family heirloom. But, My Lord, could you not make a new diary?" she asked timidly. He said nothing for a short time. She wasn't sure if this was to be taken as a good sign or not.

"Calida, one week from today you are to go to a place called Godric's Hollow. You will find the house in which Harry Potter and his parents lived there. This is the resting place for one of my prized possessions. You are to find a silver hand held mirror, there will be sapphires encrusted into it and it will bear the name Rowena Ravenclaw. Bring it to me." She nodded and his eyes flashed; his voice was cold and venomous, "Do not fail me again, Calida."

"No my Lord, I will not," she said in a strong and confident voice. Without another word he turned and was gone.

Calida stood alone thinking. This was absurdly easy, yet he made it quite clear by his tone that this was extremely important. All she had to do was go find a mirror, and he had told her exactly where it was. She felt there had to be some kind of catch. There was something he hadn't told her, but she knew it was there. He entrusted her with this, and she would do it, and cautiously. Just because it seemed easy didn't mean she should be careless about it. She had one week to prepare herself. She would not fail this time.

Alright, well, I think I added some character development there. Please review people, I want to know what you think.

As always this is still in the process of revision, please let me know of any errors.