Time passed, and little Crucie grew to be the apple of her parent's eyes. They were still the most vicious of death-eaters, but to their daughter they were nothing but sweet. It was hard not to, seeing that the little girl was absolutely adorable. Even Lucius Malfoy couldn't help but be nice to her –only when no one was looking of course- as he was possibly a bit mellowed out by having a child of his own.

Bellatrix and Rodolphus led busy lives that often took them to the other side of the country, and Crucie had to stay at Malfoy Manor quite often, on involuntary play dates with her cousin Draco. It was on one of those that they discovered Crucie's hidden talent. The boys, Draco and his friend Theodore Nott, were playing wizarding war with fake wands and Crucie wanted to join.

"Whai cwan't I plway too?"

"Cus you're a giwl. Giwls no plway war."

"Yeah. Go plway kitchen. You can be a houwse elf."

The boys were already giggling, expecting the girl to cry any time now. Instead, she frowned and looked at them really angrily.

"You boys awe stupid."

And suddenly Draco and Theodore were hit by a scorching pain wave. They dropped to their knees, writhing and crying. The door flew open and Narcissa entered.

"Draco what are you do…! Oh…"

Crucie turned her head to her aunt and started crying.

"The boys say I cwan't plway war!"

Narcissa didn't fall for it.

"That's not very nice of them. But tell me Crucie, what did you just do to them?"

"I was mad."

"Is that all?"

The girl nodded.

"Yes Auntie Nawcissa, I didn't do anythwing."

"Hmm… Boys?"

The two boys were still trembling, tears tolling over their cheeks.

"I-it huwt! S-she… j-just l-l-looked and it huwt!"

"I see. Crucie, can you come with me for a moment? I would like you to tell this to Uncle Lucius."

"Am I in twouble?"

"No sweetie, of course not. And you Draco, next time you are nice to your niece!"

Crucie felt that something bad was coming, because Uncle Lucius was very strict and he always punished Draco when he did something wrong even when it was an accident. And this had been an accident, right? She didn't really understand what had happened herself, only that she had wished very bad things about Draco and his stupid friend. And then they just happened! Maybe she had wishing magic… Crucie tried to wish an ice cream, but none appeared. Apparently not then. Too bad. She really felt like having an ice cream.

Lucius sat behind his desk when Narcissa entered with the little girl. He looked up from his work.

"Yes?"

"Crucie wants to tell you something."

"Ah?"

Crucie bit her lip and blurted out.

"Draco and Theodowe were mean and I was mad and I looked at them and they huwt! And cwied! But I didn't mean to uncwle Lucius! It was an accidwent! Pwease don't punish me!"

Lucius cocked his head to the side a bit and looked at his wife.

"Cissa?"

"It's true. Could this be…?"

"With all the things your sister has done during the pregnancy I'm not at all surprised, actually. It could be useful in the future, if she learns to control it."

He looked at his niece and said.

"I'm not going to punish you, but you have to understand you can't just wish bad things about your family when you're mad."

"Is it wishing magic?"

A hint of a smile quirked Lucius' lip…

"Not quite… but perhaps a bit. When you want people to have pain, they will have pain. That's why it's very important not to wish that. Can you do that?"

Crucie found it all very exciting, and a bit scary too. But she was smart and immediately saw the advantages of this wishing magic thing. Draco would never dare to bully her again now! She nodded.

"Of couwse Uncwle Lucius."

"Very good. Now you can go back and play with the others."

When the girl had left the room, the Malfoy couple was free to speak out loud.

"Don't you think she's very young to be able to cast a wandless crucio? I mean, the only occurrences of that on such young age I've read about are in children who grew up in abusive environments. You don't think that…"

Lucius shook his head.

"No, not at all. Your sister may be batshit crazy, excuse me my words, but she would never hurt her daughter. It's probably the spells she cast during the pregnancy that have affected Crucie. We both know that Unforgiveables tend to do strange things to one's mind and body…"

"Poor girl."

Lucius shrugged.

"Think of it this way Cissa, of the three unforgiveables, the Cruciatus is the least bothersome to be stuck with. Imagine it would be the killing curse…"

Now Narcissa chuckled.

"Or the Imperius, as if she doesn't already get everything she wants just like that…"

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Bellatrix was exhilarated when she heard about her daughter's talent.

"How wonderful!"

"Bella…"

"Cissy, don't you find it a wonderful coincidence? I picked the perfect name!"

"Bella, she'll have trouble throughout her life. It's a birth defect!"

Bellatrix glared at her sister.

"There is nothing defective about my little girl! She's perfect just the way she is. It's a gift, this talent of hers, and I will teach her how to deal with it."

Bellatrix held word. She trained Crucie in the art of Occlumency with simple games and taught her how to control her thoughts and wishes so she wouldn't accidentally curse people for one, but Crucie also learned to channel her energy to deliberately use her talent. Very soon she could be found all over the house looking for victims to test her new skill on. Besides the obvious birds, insects and occasionally passing cats her favourite subjects were the other death-eater children. Draco learnt soon enough not to anger his niece, but the others weren't as smart. Especially Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle excelled in stupidly annoying Crucie time after time again, until even Theodore gave up trying to warn them and just sat back to watch the show.

By all means Crucie had a happy childhood, for a while. Her parents loved her and the other death eaters –especially Rabastan Lestrange and Alecto Carrow- spoiled her rotten. Unfortunately her happiness didn't last too long. She was only four when the unthinkable happened, the Dark Lord fell at the hands of the baby boy "who lived", and it left the death eaters in complete disarray.

Little Crucie had no idea what was going on when Bellatrix entered her room with a panicky look on her face, and ordered her to pack a bag as fast as she could. It was the Disaster Plan, which she had practiced a thousand times with Uncle Lucius, so in no time Crucie had her necessities gathered. Her mother flooed with her to Malfoy Manor, hugged her tight, and disappeared almost immediately again, off to a mission that was clearly different from all the others. All night Crucie waited in front of the fireplace for her parents to return like they always did… When she woke up the next morning on the carpet and spotted her aunt with teary eyes sitting dejected at the kitchen table, she knew they hadn't come back. Only four, and she already knew. Later that day Uncle Lucius called her to his office, looking rather worse for wear. He spoke of very difficult concepts to her, things like veritaserum, death eater trials and Azkaban, forgetting she was just a scared four-year-old. It was only when Aunt Narcissa entered as well that he woke up from his thoughts and realized he had been talking to his little niece. The only thing Crucie truly realized from the conversation was that her parents were gone. Bad people had brought them to a bad place and they would not come back for a very long time. And even worse, Uncle Rabastan, Aunt Allie, Uncle Amycus and all the others wouldn't come over like they had used to anymore either, because the bad people might catch them. That night Crucie cried herself to sleep, wondering why everyone hated them so much…

(Author's Notes)

Please, please, PLEASE review! I would love some feedback on this story, it's my first HP fic and I was super hesitant to post it because I'm terrified of creating a Mary-Sueish monster OC. Please review, Please, Pretty Please with a cherry on top?