Snape dragged Clare through the dark castle. When they came up to the entrance, he said the password and they walked into his office.

Dumbledore addressed Snape, "What is it Severus?" then he saw Clare. "Well hello Clare, what's wrong?"

Clare stayed silent.

Snape cut in. "I just needed allowance to use special measures to get her to speak the truth. She left the grounds and she won't tell me why."

Dumbledore looked at her in the eyes. "Clare, where did you go?"

"I went home." Clare lied. Yet, her face was innocent.

"She's lying." Severus spoke.

"I see that Severus. Clare you don't have to lie."

"I'm not lying." She chuckled, the Malfoy's house had become her new home.

"Clare you can trust us. Tell me." Dumbledore's eyes could see straight through her lies, and she knew that, but she still tried.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

She stayed silent. His eyes looked down at her hand, and he saw the writing. His face turned furious. "What's that on your hand?"

"Nothing." Clare really showed fear in her eyes and she pulled her sleeve over her hand.

"Severus, take Clare back to her common room. We can take care of this later"

"But headmaster, it is quite important we take care of this tonight." The potions professor was determined to punish her tonight.

"No it isn't. There are other times than an indecent hour to deal with this."

Snape took her back to the Slytherin common room. As she was walking up the staircase he spoke again. "McGee don't think I will forget this infraction. You have detention with me tomorrow. Don't be late" With that he left.

Her detention was gruesome. He made her restock his supplies and clean up the many messes left by the students, which left her fuzzy and her fingers stinging. After that, she was much more careful when she went to and from the castle. She couldn't afford to be caught again, or it could mean certain questions she didn't want to answer.

Clare treaded carefully throughout the year to avoid any more confrontations. She hid her anguish from her friends and family. However when Joe would talk to her, he could see she wasn't herself.

"Clare! I'm glad I caught up to you." He was upbeat, speaking lightly like normal.

"Hello Joe." She replied, curtly.

"Are you alright? I mean seriously though sis, you've been kind of out of it."

"Yeah Joe I'm alright."

"You've just been acting weird lately."

She wanted him to leave her alone. "Just keep your nose clean and out of my business."

"Yeah. Sure Clare. Just don't be a stranger. We hardly see each other outside of home."

"No problem, Joseph. Don't worry about me."

Clare was like any other teenager, full of emotions. There was no one she loved more than her family. So when he was out of sight, she ran into the laboratory to regain her failing composure.

When Dumbledore's Army began to form, Clare joined immediately. She needed to be on the inside, so when Hermione asked she accepted the invitation. Although she enjoyed being around them, the thought of betraying them grew more and more daunting with each passing day. But she continued to report back to her father and give him intelligence, for the sake of her family.

Her life was full of bad days. But, the worst was when Harry and her friends escaped Umbridge to help Sirius and she went with them. Once they reached the Ministry, she separated herself from the group to meet with the deatheaters. There she saw her mother for the first time since she was child. Bellatrix sized her up with a sneer.

"Well, this is the Dark Lord's child. I remember you. Still got that scar?" Clare nodded slowly. Seeing her mother had thrown her off balance. "Good. You better stay loyal to him or I will tear you apart myself."

"Always" And with that Clare put her deatheater mask on. She had to hide her identity from her classmates. She also wanted to hide her fear from her mother.

Bellatrix led them through the ministry. They were to kill anyone who got in the way of them attaining the prophecy from the department of mysteries.

When they found Dumbledore's Army, Clare was careful to use non-fatal spells to attack. Nothing that would hurt, only hinder. She aimed to the side of people to not hit them.

She went head to head with her friends. They looked at her with hatred that pierced into her soul. She was praying they didn't know who she was. They didn't show any recognition, until it happened.

Clare was fighting Harry when he knocked her mask off with a spell. He saw her face for a fraction of a second and kept moving. But she had seen the shock, betrayal, and anger in his eyes.

As the deatheaters were being defeated, she escaped to the Malfoy manor before she could get captured. Some returned from the battle, many did not. They were taken by ministry officials.

He was completely livid that he was so close to killing Harry Potter and he snuck right through his fingers.

Clare decided it would be suspicious not to go back to school so she slipped back into the common room before anyone knew she was gone.

The day she returned, she did everything she could to avoid running into Harry. She was holding onto the hope that he had not recognized her. But, before she could escape into the great hall for supper he caught her by the arm.

"Clare we need to talk." His voice was cold as he spoke to her.

She acted normal, like nothing was wrong. "What's up Harry?"

"I saw you." He said, looking around, making sure no one saw them talking.

"Saw me what?" She was praying her false innocence would throw him off.

"I know you are one of them."

"One of what?" Beads of sweat began to form on her skin.

"You're a death eater. I saw your face" He said, arms crossed, defensively.

She was speechless. Yet, her face was filled with contempt. He saw it and began to walk away.

Out of desperation she grabbed his shoulder, "Harry! Wait! I can explain."

"Explain what? You obviously have nothing to say to me."

"I have a long story if you are willing to listen." Her face was pleading.

He sighed. "You have five minutes."

Clare didn't waste any time. "I was adopted when I was 2 years old by my family."

"You were adopted?"

"Yes. Anyways, I was born in Azkaban. And my mother, Bellatrix Lestrange, carved this into my skin before they took me away." She pulled up her shirt and it showed her scar.

"What doe mean?"

"It's the initials of my father. Tom Marvolo Riddle is my father, Lord Voldemort."

Clare's face was bitter as Harry's eyes widened. "He's your father…"

"Yes. And the ministry had someone following me until I was sent off to Hogwarts because they feared I would turn into my father. My mother said this as they took me away 'She will follow in his footsteps. She will carry on her father's work. You mark my words. Taking her away from me won't change that'. Guess she was right."

Harry's had hate, fear, and pity in his eyes as he stared at Clare, which was a look she received often. She held back tears as she told him the rest.

"Yeah well when your blood rejuvenated his body, a little rat overheard who I am and told my father. I was hunted down, captured, threatened, and tortured until I gave in," Now Clare was crying, tears burning her skin for the first time in a whole month. She told him the rest of her experience, how she was doing anything she could to thwart Voldemort's plans. That she did what she did, to protect her family.

"Harry you can't tell anyone what I've told you here. If you do, my family will be in danger. They are the reason that I've been doing all this."

"I won't tell anyone who you are." He said, unfeeling.

"Thank you."

"Yeah whatever." She expected him to walk away. But, he spoke again. "I'm sorry he's your father."

"Yeah? Me too… I'm sorry that he killed your parents."

"Can we agree to not kill each other?"

"How about we agree to be friends?"

"Sounds doable."

They both entered the dining hall. Hermione and Ron both had questioning looks on their faces. But, Clare ignored them and went on to sit with her house.