Note: Hey guys! I welcome you to chapter 3! It's a bit shorter (phew!) bit it kinda clears up some of the unclear details in chapter 2. So here goes!

Disclaimer: I still don't own Lord Voldemort or any Harry Potter characters here. All the rest is mine!

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A blood red dawn:

Momoko looked down at her knees. She felt a kind of warmness inside her. All these memories moved her. She started sensing the salty summer air on her skin as she remembered the beach. She could feel the wind flow through her jet black hair as she sat in the cold still dungeon. She tasted the salt in the air and in her tears, and despair emerged her heart. Yes, she had cried a long time alone on that beach. Now, these emotions seemed pointless to her. What were despair and agony to her? Her? Who has endured much more suffering than losing her hopes and dreams? Now, even though she felt these emotions through her memories, she stayed cold and silent before Lord Voldemort. Her tale was yet unfinished.

"I awoke the next morning and headed to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. I stared dumbly at the kitchen, afraid to open any cupboards, and decided to wait for Onee-san to wake up so she could do us tea. I had just made myself comfortable at the table in the living room when Onee-san walked past me. Even though she had just awoken, her pale complexion gave her a mystical glow as her coal black hair framed her bright grey eyes. She didn't give me a glance as she entered the room and left into the kitchen. I sipped calmly on my tea and jumped as I heard a cup smash on the wooden floor and a loud groan. Alarmed, I got up quickly to see if anything was wrong, and I found Onee-san on the ground, clutching her hand and scowling in the most beautiful way I had ever seen. I approached her cautiously.

"'Onee-san! Are you alright? I heard a crash and-' I lowered my hand towards her injury, and she swiftly moved away, glaring at me menacingly, her teeth bared in a way that made her look like a savage goddess. I actually blushed as she almost yelled at me. 'Don't touch me! I believe a woman my age can take very good care of herself!' She then turned around wrenched the screen doors to the garden open and left. I stared after her, shocked by her sudden aggressiveness towards me and by how beautiful a woman can look so early in the morning. I didn't understand how I felt about this woman, but I knew that part of me was very jealous. I was the most elegant woman in Osaka, and yet this peasant, who had never set foot in an Okiya or a teahouse, moved more swiftly and lightly than anyone I had ever seen. Her skin was fairer, her hair darker, her lips redder, her eyes indescribably enchanting. I was undoubtedly jealous of her. However, I couldn't bring myself to hate her for her beauty. It could have been because she had saved me and that no matter how miserable I felt about living with her I was grateful to be alive. I couldn't put my finger on how I felt about Onee-san, but I trusted time would one day show me.

"I stared at the shards of china that were once a cup, not knowing what to do with them. I suppose I have to throw them out, I thought. How I was to do that, I had no idea. I had never in my life known what servants do in a situation like this or in any situation at all. I didn't even know how to make a cup of tea. As a child, I was always forbidden to enter the kitchen or the maids' room, because they were 'dirty' places. Now I saw no other way out of this. It was either I clean this up or I leave it there for Onee-san to clean, and the wiser decision was that I at least try. I bent down and picked up a shard and smiled. That wasn't so hard. I then walked to the garden and threw out the shard. I did this with all the big shards I could carry easily. The problem now was cleaning up the little shards and glass powder. I had no Idea how to do this, and I decided to blow them all the way to the garden door where they flew away from the wind howling outside. I was dizzy by the end of this feat, and headed straight to bed and fell asleep instantly.

"I woke up sometime during the evening and saw a dim light past the screen door to my room. There was someone in the house, and it was surely Onee-san back from her walk. I scrambled out of my futon and almost ran to the living room. Surely enough, she was sitting at the living room table, her injured hand tightly wrapped in a white bandage and a cup of sake was in her other hand. She looked at me as I entered timidly and sat down before her, her eyes boring into mine. 'You're an odd one, aren't you?' she said, after a long silence. She chuckled and took another sip of sake, smacking her lips after it. 'I thought I was going to lead a happy lonely life here, just me and my dreams and goals, and then you came along. You wouldn't know how much I didn't want to save you from those pirates. What got me to do it? They were a disgusting bunch, weren't they? All slimy and gruesome, and they couldn't keep their eyes off you if they could keep their hands off.'

"I shivered at those words. She was talking casually, waving her hand as though these thoughts were just as interesting as a tree in a park. Her dreamy gaze moved to the bottle of sake on the table and she poured more in her cup and took another sip. 'Well, they must have thought this shore was deserted, they all looked so young and inexperienced. They just left their boat on the shore and went down with you to land, all drunken and loud. They woke me up from their commotion.' She then looked at me and put her cup down. Still staring, she crawled to me and sat so close to me our kimonos were touching. She then took my sleeve and caressed it. 'They were stealing your beautiful kimono. I don't think they knew whether you were dead or alive.' She then moved her hand to my face and brushed my cheeks with her fingers. 'I could feel you. I could feel the blood running through your veins. You were almost calling out for me.' She was so close now I could smell the alcohol in her warm breath on my neck as she whispered in my ears. 'I couldn't leave you there with them. I found myself running for my katana and heading into a crowd I was sure would kill me. But they didn't. I slaughtered them one by one, pleased to see their blood flowing freely from their bodies and taking their life with it. It was as if I was in a trance. When I woke up, there was you and them on the crimson sand, and I grabbed you as softly as I could and fled to my house.' She moved a little away so she could peer into my eyes once more, and her face was smiling. Her eyes were hazy and unfocused, and she looked magnificent. My cheeks warmed up under her touch and I looked away, embarrassed by her and my own awkwardness. 'I had gotten rid of them by dawn, mind you. Some sailors come to the shores once in a while, and if they saw such a massacre, they would surely have me dead. I burned the whole lot and prayed their soul burns in Hell.' She got up more gracefully than any geisha I knew, and took the bottle and cup of sake and entered the kitchen. When she arrived, she smiled at me warmly for the first time. 'Thank you for cleaning up after the mess I've made. I wasn't expecting a geisha to know what to do, but you've proved more intelligent than a show doll. I might have some use for you after all, so don't think your stay here will be for free.' Her last words were stern, but she winked at me and left for her room."

Momoko stopped and looked back at Lord Voldemort. He seemed in deep thought as to what could possibly be so important about what she had just said. He looked up at her after having fixed the ground in a stare and spoke. "I take it you believed everything that woman told you."

"Well, I wasn't inclined to believe her at all," replied Momoko, looking in his eyes. "I thought she was just drunk and that she had made up a crazy story to impress me, possibly to make me stay. I had no choice but to stay and find out for myself if it was true or not. There didn't really seem to me like there was anywhere else I could escape to."

As he stared into her eyes, she felt them bore into her mind. A ghost of a smile flashed across her face. "Are you trying to kill yourself?" Lord Voldemort immediately looked to the barred window a hundred meters above her and she felt less pressure on her mind. His eyes were burning with annoyance. "How arrogant you young ones could be. What gives you the right to penetrate into my soul? I thought you of all others were wiser than that." Momoko spoke in a cold and dangerously calm voice. She awaited an apology, and soon realized she was waiting in vain. Lord Voldemort was still staring intently at the light of the moon coming through the window, so she shrugged slightly and looked at the bars closing her in her cell.

"I didn't know what to expect from that woman until weeks of my staying with her. During my stay, she had gotten me used to doing some chores and running errands in the nearest village. I didn't like it at first, and eventually it became a routinely lifestyle, one very different from my parties at Osaka. I still missed my old lifestyle, and cried often from my depression. I couldn't yet get over the fact I was no longer Momoko the beautiful Geisha, but Momoko the disgusting servant. Onee-san, on the other hand, was always leaving the house for hours only to return sometime during the night. Her light steps would wake me up as she would scurry to her room and throw herself on her futon to sleep instantly. I often walked to her after that and covered her. The evenings were starting to get cold, and I was developing some sort of affection towards her. I had never really appreciated what it felt like to be grateful to have a place to sleep until I realized how quickly a home could be taken away. She was somehow my guardian, keeping me in a safe place, clothing me and giving me food until I learned to cook for myself properly.

"One autumn day, I was cleaning up Onee-san's room while she tended to the roses in the garden. I had managed to pick up most of her things and organize them in a corner of the room, but she asked of me something I had never done before, and that was to help her sort out her kimonos. She kept her kimonos in a sort of long wooden crate, and as I opened it, I saw some of the most hideous kimono's I've ever seen. I took them out one by one, grimacing at them as I set them down next to me on the floor, and lazily dropped my hand in the crate to touch something hard and cold. Surprised, I looked into the crate and found a long katana, one at least a yard long. My curiosity taking the best of me, I picked u its hilt and tried lifting it, but to no avail. I could get it to the top of the crate, but I couldn't lift it out. I stared at it and thought for one wild moment that Onee-san might not be joking about her pirate story. I shook my head at the thought, for it was impossible she could lift it. She seemed to be enjoying all the light house chores while I did all the hard work. How could she lift the sword, anyway?

"Just then, the screen door opened behind me and Onee-san was leaning against the door. 'I was wondering when you'd find that,' she said with her typical sly smile. I looked from her and back to the Katana, my eyes wide. 'I placed it in a lot of places for you to find, but you only seemed blind enough to not notice it. Well, I guess before wasn't the time for you to see it. However, now is the time.'

"I looked back at her curiously. 'The time for what?' I asked. She smiled and walked over to the katana, and picked it up, unsheathing it before my astonished face. I could see my reflection clearly on its blade as it rose in her hand. She held it then before her with her two hands in a fighting stance. 'I knew the Gods have heard my prayers. I could not take my revenge alone. You were attacked by my half-brother, as I have, and you have been sent to me for a reason. That reason is not known to you but to me alone. I will tell you what it is.' She urged me to get up with her hand and I did so. She then slashed down with the katana and I closed my eyes in fright, waiting for the blow to take my arm off. What I felt was a light touch on my shoulder, and then on my other shoulder before she muttered something I couldn't hear. I opened my eyes and she was smiling at me. She then dropped the katana with a loud clank beside her and grabbed me in a warm embrace. 'You are an angel; you will help me take revenge for my family. You will help me kill my brother.' With that, she held me at arm's length to look at me better, and then she kissed me. I was looking out in front of me, not seeing her, though I felt her lips against mine. I didn't understand the gesture, for I had never felt anything like this before, yet it wasn't pleasant. There was something cold and greedy about it. As she parted with me and looked at me she realized I was baffled. 'Oh don't just stand there like a frozen tree; we've got work to do.' She then picked up her katana and left as casually as she had come, leaving me to stare at the closed screen door she just went through."

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