Quick Author's Note: I have changed this slightly. She is arriving at Voldemort's home in June of 1996, right after Lucius was taken, and Draco was inducted. She is still 15 NOT 17 as was originally written in the first two chapters. Her birthday is in October, Halloween to be exact. Kthnxenjoi!

It was only after following the man through three different Floos and walking about three miles at least that I lost my temper. I threw my trunk down and sat on it.

"That's it! I'm done! My boots are killing my feet, its about 93 degrees out here-"

"There is no way that it could be 93 outside. We would all be melted puddles." he said stopping and turning to look at me.

Shit. Damn English and their damn Celsius. "It's the measurement of temperature in America. We have Fahrenheit. Not Celsius."

"Well that doesn't make any sense."

"You all don't make any sense to me!"

He just smiled at me some and motioned for me to follow him. "Come, it's not much farther."

"Damnit, I TOLD you! I'm not walking anymore! My feet are absolutely screaming in protest!"

"Feet do not talk, Miss Riddle."

Was he serious or was he being a smartass towards me? I narrowed my eyes and looked at him. "I am NOT moving. I need to rest. I've followed you all over England."

He sighed and leaned on a lamp-post on the corner. "Your father wants you there tonight for the meeting and if you keep sitting there whining, he'll have both our heads. I'd like to keep mine, thanks."

I groaned and stood up, pulling off my boots and throwing them into the trunk. "You're carrying that thing," I spat at him as I went past him.

"Of course."

He went back and picked it up effortlessly, carrying it on his shoulder as he lead me towards what looked to be an over grown cemetery.

He flicked his wand at the gate and the lock sprung open. He pushed it open, holding it for me as I passed.

I looked around. The only light was that which filtered down through all of the trees and moss, casting an erie green tinted light over the entire place. Tombstones jutted up everywhere between unkempt grass like cold icebergs in choppy waves.

There was no set path, rather one had to pick his way between the stones, and over the bodies of the ones below.

"Miss Riddle...this way," the man said, motioning for me to follow. I jumped over the tombstone I had been examining and followed him.

We picked our way through the overgrown grass and over hidden graves, long since forgotten by their families, by the light of day.

We made it to the top of a hill and he set my trunk down. He started to look around for something. But for what, I couldn't say.

I sat on top of my trunk and blew my dark bangs out of my face. "What's he looking for?" I hissed to Bo.

He lifted his head to look around, following the Death Eater with his big knowing eyes. "My guess?" came the soft hiss in my ear. "Portkey."

I sat back, looking up into the canopy of green above me, not thinking of anything in particular.

I heard someone running towards me, puffing, and tilted my head back up to see the man running back towards me.

"You certainly are out of shape for someone to be serving the Dark Lord...."

He gritted his teeth and forced a grin that resembled pain and loathing more than happiness. "I'm in just fine shape, Miss Riddle."

"Suuure you are..." I said, patting his cheek as I got up. "Where is this thing? I just want to be at the manor and done with this traveling!"

He picked up my trunk again and carried it down the hill, me following a few short stride behind him.

We reached the bottom of the hill, slightly slipping in the wet grass on the way down. Bo hissed at me when I slipped and landed on my arm, almost crushing him.

"Sorry!!" I said apologetically, stroking his smooth scaly head. He licked my finger once and rested his head back on my shoulder.

The Death Eater came back and pulled me back to my feet, then continued to hurry across the cemetery.

I had to speed walk if not jog to keep up with him, Bo making displeased noises at me. The man stopped dead in front of me and looked up. "Where's your trunk?"

"What? You didn't expect me to carry that thing and keep up with you did you?"

He just rolled his eyes and raised his wand. "Accio!"

My trunk zoomed towards him and he blocked it, sending it tumbling to the ground. I growled, narrowing my eyes at him. "For your sake, my stuff better be alright."

He just rolled his eyes at me again and grabbed the handle, dragging it to what looked like a fresh grave.

He dropped my trunk, looking around for something again. He came back this time with a shovel and started to chop into the the ground, pulling away chunks of soft brown earth.

My eyes got huge. "You can't be serious! We're grave robbing now??"

He looked up at me, all patience gone from his face. "I don't care who you are, Dark Lord's daughter or not, you're a pain in the arse. Sit down, shut up, and let me do my job, alright?"

My mouth hung open with shock. I sat down, legs and arms crossed moodily. "My father will NOT tolerate you speaking to me like that!"

"Your father will more than likely murder me when I return with you."

"As I hope he does," I spat.

He continued to dig, and stopped only when we heard a dull thunk of metal hitting wood.

He grabbed the coffin by one handle at the end and drug it up out of the tomb, blasting it open some unspoken spell.

I jumped back, narrowly avoiding being hit in the face with the lid, and peered over the side.

"That's a really dead old skeleton to be buried in such a new grave..."

"Your father planted it here with the Portkey. He's very paranoid, not wanting people to just waltz into he Manor whenever they please."

It made sense to me.

Inside, laid out upon mounds of emerald satin lay a corpse, rotted away to just bone. In its hands, it clutched a lethal looking long blade, the hilt encrusted with diamonds and emeralds. The blade itself was about as long as my forearm and about as wide.

He took ahold of my trunk and looked at me. "Ready?"

I nodded and together we touched the dagger.

There was an unpleasant tug behind my navel and before I could gasp, we were hurtling through the air.

*~*~*~*~*

When I stopped moving it was because I had landed on my face on the front lawn of a large Manor home.

I rolled over to my side, then to my back, trying to breathe correctly, wondering if my lungs were still working after a hit like that.

After a few deep, painful breaths, I pushed myself up. It was then I didn't feel Bo on my arm.

"Bo? Bo!!"

I started to panic, thinking that he'd flown off, or that I'd crushed him when I fell.

"BO!!!"

I heard a little hiss behind me and spun on my heels to see him slithering in a very dizzy zig-zagged path towards me.

I ran to him and scooped him up, cuddling him to my chest. "BoBo, I thought I'd crushed you!!"

He raised his head and looked at me. "I fell off your arm when you hit the ground. I'm alright..."

I kissed his head and carried him to my trunk, kicking it open. I rummaged around and found my wand.

The Death Eater was gone from the front yard, probably having already gone inside.

I flicked my wand and my trunk levitated into the house.