When she woke up, the body was gone and there was light shining through a window she hadn't noticed. The room she was in was bigger than she had originally thought. It was empty, completely empty. She searched around for her wand, but it was nowhere to be found. Now that's just peachy. Then, the memory of what she did the previous night and tears threatened to flow, but she held them back. What am I supposed to do? If I don't do what he asks he will come after my family. Another part of her thought, This is your life. He is your family. What point is there to resisting what you were born to become? You were born to become a mirror of him.

In less than an hour someone came to fetch her from her prison. They took her to where Voldemort was at. He welcomed her into his presence.

"Hello my child." He greeted her.

"Hello." She said flatly.

"What is it that your 'parents' named you?"

"Clarissa, but they call me Clare."

"Mmm. So Clarissa, you are fortunate enough to have me as your mentor. You will be my shadow, understood?"

"Yes my lord."

"Let us be off."

For the next week and a half, the Dark Lord showed Clare what standards he expected her to live up to.

She went to a very dark place. When she tried jumping out the window to kill herself, he was very displeased. That was her first lesson, disobey orders and you are punished.

He taught her wicked spells she would never learn at Hogwarts, and enjoyed watching her finally give into the desires of her instincts. He was pleased with her progress. He could see the change as well as anyone. Her light eyes turned dark, and by the end of their time together she no longer shied away from causing others pain. He had desensitized her.

"I'm very pleased with your improvement from day one. I must set you off because your family will be wondering why you aren't home yet. You must keep up this façade and be my eyes and ears within Hogwarts."

"Of course, my lord."

He placed the dark mark on her forearm.

"Before the school year starts, you must visit here once a week to receive instructions."

"Yes my lord."

"Now go off into the world, my child. Remember the enemy."

And with that she went back to her home. Her mother was so happy when she saw Clare walking up to their house.

"Clare! You're finally home! I was getting worried…" She looked into Clare's eyes, "Honey are you okay?"

"I'm perfect, mum. No need to worry. I had a great time."

That didn't fool her, but she pretended like it had. "Oh well I'm glad you had a good time."

Mrs. McGee waited for her husband to get home before she said anything. When he arrived, she immediately got him alone.

"Francis?"

"Yes Abigail?"

"I think there's something going on with Clare."

"She's a teenager. That's normal." He looked unconcerned. He was reading a copy of the daily prophet.

"Listen to me!" He looked up and saw her face. It was filled with fear for their daughter. "She's gone cold."

"What do you mean?"

"Just call her down, you'll see."

"Okay. CLARE! Come down here please."

Clare came down the stairs quickly and quietly. "Yes father?"

"How was your time at your friends?"

"Fine."

"What did you girls do?"

"Nothing too fancy. May I go?"

"Yes."

Once Clare got up the stairs, Abigail began again.

"Did you see her eyes? She's different."

"I see your point. Her eyes have gone cold."

"Did she find out?"

"She must have."

"I'm going to go talk to her" Abigail started to go upstairs.

"No! Abigail, if she finds out we knew and we didn't tell her. She'll never forgive us."

"She's my baby girl. She will forgive us… She has to." With that Abigail went to Clare's room.

"Clarissa?"

"Yes mother?" Clare's voice sounded broken, like she'd been crying.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah"

Mrs. McGee opened the door to find Clare stone-faced sitting on her bunk.

"I have to talk to you about something. You know your father and I love you very much. It doesn't matter to us who your birth parents are, as long as you stay true to yourself."

Clare felt guilt rush through her. She felt as if she could breathe again, but the mark on arm burned into her skin. She pulled on her sleeves to hide it further. "Yeah mum. I love you too."

All it took was a few sentences for her mother to break away what the Dark Lord had nailed into her.

Mrs. McGee pulled Clare into her chest for a hug. Clarissa wanted to tell her mother everything and beg her to help her. Yet, the mark in her arm reminded her of the promises she needed to keep.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"We wanted to protect you. We didn't want your parents past to affect your future."

Clare smiled bitterly "It's a little late for that"

"Don't say that. Just curious, how did you figure it out?"

"The ministry had a wizard following me around until I was at Hogwarts. And they have a whole file on what happened after my birth. Everything my mother said. Even the trial to see whether they'd sentence me to life in Azkaban or let me live free!"

"You were never meant to see that file. Your father was going to have them destroy it." The concern in her eyes was evident.

"Did father adopt me to keep an eye on me?"

"Of course not love! We wanted a baby girl. We chose you before we found out about the trial." She stopped. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Mum don't worry about me. I'm just upset that you never told me the truth. I need some time alone. Okay?"

"Anything darling." With that Abigail left her child alone, not knowing what was actually going on.

The summer went on. Clare would check in every week, and she was given new assignments, silly unimportant little things.

But, the last week before she had to go back to school, she for the first time met with all the deatheaters. They met in Malfoy manor. She was introduced as a new death eater.

"This is Clarissa. She is going to be our eyes and ears about all things inside Hogwarts."

Someone whispered "Isn't she the McGee's daughter?"

Voldemort answered their question "Yes, she was adopted by them. But, she is my blood."

All the faces of the death eaters were covered with shock and disbelief. No one dared to speak a word of doubt.

They also addressed many other topics such as the Order of the Phoenix reforming, a minor threat. When everyone was released, she was asked to stay. She was given more instruction by The Dark Lord.

"You will be keeping a close eye on Harry Potter and Dumbledore for me."

He told her specifically when to meet each month, and other details.

As she was leaving he spoke "And Clare? Don't disappoint me."

When Clare made it on to the Hogwarts train, Draco Malfoy called her over. "Come sit with me, McGee." No one was sitting with him, which was abnormal. He usually had his normal gang of thugs surrounding him.

"Why all alone Malfoy?" She sat with him.

"So we can talk alone."

"Ugh this is complete rubbish." She said, beginning to stand up.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her down.

"You're going to regret that Malfoy." Clare reached for her wand.

"So then your meeting at my house means nothing?" He looked very comfortable. His smug face bugged her.

She glared at him. "How'd you get that information Malfoy? Your father?"

"Possibly."

She laughed menacingly "Well, you'd better hope not. Those meetings are secret for a reason. It would be a shame if your big mouth got you and your father killed. Because that is the penalty for snitches, death."

Malfoy's smug face turned pale. He was a coward just as much as his father.

"So tell me again. When was I at your house?"

He was silent.

"I thought not. Tell your father to keep his mouth shut, or I might have to tell my father next time."

When the feast began, Clare avoided Dumbledore's eyes. She knew if anyone saw through her false happiness, it would be him. So she tried to put on a happy face for the whole student body and hoped her eyes wouldn't give her away.

When Hermione came up to her to greet her, she couldn't look her in the eyes either. She knew if she looked into her friend's eyes the truth would just spill out of her mouth like a waterfall. She gave her an excuse that she had to go study for her classes and escaped to her common room.

Clare was given orders to sneak out to the Malfoy manor to report every month. The first month, she did not have much to report. But, she did have a conversation with Mr. Malfoy.

"Lucius."

"Yes Clare?"

"Keep your slimy mouth shut. Even when you're around your family."

His eyes narrowed. "You may be The Dark Lord's daughter, but I am not afraid to put you in your place, child."

Clare's face turned hard. She took out her wand. "Raise your wand then, put me in my place."

Lucius hesitated then took out his wand. "Unwise idea child."

"I'm not afraid to challenge a coward." They began a traditional duel when Voldemort walked in. Malfoy immediately put away his wand, but Clare kept hers out and kept eye contact with Lucius.

"My Lord," Malfoy began.

Voldemort ignored him and turned to Clarissa "Child, what is going on?"

Clare responded with a bow "Lucius was just going to put me in my place."

Lucius turned deathly pale, "Well not exactly…"

"Hold your tongue Lucius. Proceed. Do avoid killing each other that would be most unfortunate." Voldemort watched them expectantly.

They bowed to each other and raised their wands

Clare tried to disarm him, but he blocked it.

"Aqua Erecto!"

Lucius did not expect this so he was knocked off his feet. He was expecting a classic fourth year spell, like expelliarmus. She then disarmed and stunned him.

Voldemort looked down at him with disappointment. "Well done. But shouldn't you be getting back to school?"

Clare laughed bitterly at the almost normal exchange. "Yes I should." She bowed to him. "Farewell." She used floo powder to get back into the school. But someone was waiting for her when she appeared. It was Professor Umbridge. She made her write lines that burned into her hand. "I must not leave the grounds" After she was satisfied, she reported her to Professor Snape.

"Hello McGee."

She looked innocently at him.

"Why did you leave the grounds?"

"I left something important at home."

"Your parents could have sent it to you. Now tell me, why did you actually leave the school?"

"…"

"Don't make this harder than must be."

"…" She was not going to speak to him.

"We are just going to have to go see the headmaster. Follow me"