A/N;; I hope those of you who had followed me enjoy this! I am restarting KaliAnna, with a TON OF MAJOR CHANGES. Including her name. * Cough *

Clarissa Annette Parker-Smith

Flashback;

Mummy is screaming. I don't know why. I don't even know if I want to know. Mommy stopped screaming. Now Daddy is. Maybe I should go check. But then I might have to start screaming. And I don't want Daddy getting mad at me. Daddy hurts when he is mad. I don't want Daddy mad. Daddy just stopped screaming.

The young girl vanished the ropes that held her to the crib, screwing her eyes together to do so. Afterwards, she stood up and grabbed the railings of the crib, pulling her leg up to it and pushing herself over. Clarissa Annette padded gently to the door; her footed pajama's making their way silently to the stairs. She peered through them, staring down at the bodies of Driel Rose Parker and Johnathon Smith. She knew them to be no more.

Mommy is dead. I liked Mommy, but she didn't help me when Daddy hurt me. And Daddy is dead too. I won't be hurt anymore, then. Oh, that's good. But wait- who is that?

Clarissa stood on tiptoes, looking down at the man in black. His head was bald, and he had no nose. His eyes were red.

That must be the bad man Daddy told me about. Voldemort. Daddy said he was bad. Daddy said he was the Lord of the Death Eaters. Daddy said that Mommy and Daddy were in something called the Order of the fo-nee-ex. But Voldemort killed Mommy and Daddy. Maybe he will take me away from here. Maybe I can be the Princess of the Death Eaters… Daddy said that I had to be beaten so I would learn how to be good. To be the Light side's savior's sidekick. Whatever that means… But maybe I should go on the Dark side, and help them. Maybe that way I won't hurt as much. A one year old can only withstand so much. Especially as I can barely talk; I can think well enough, but my physical maturity is not quite as much as my intellectual abilities.

Clarissa coughed. A tiny, squeaking cough, but it was enough to make Lord Voldemort look up. His deep, blood colored eyes, shining with cruelty, stared straight into the green eyes of Clarissa. She stared back down, her auburn curls floating gently in the breeze that was coming from the open front door, revealing the early morning light streaming indoors. Voldemort lifted his hand, preparing to say the curse that would end Clarissa's insignificant life. Starryfyre closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself, then opened them, staring straight at him. "Do it." She said, struggling to form the words that were so hard to come from her small body. Voldemort opens his mouth, his lips forming the beginning of the words. Then his hand drops. He lifts the other hand, beckoning at her. Clarissa walks towards the stairs, stepping down them slowly as if possessed. She knows not that she is under the Imperious, only that she wants to go to him.

AND SO IT BEGIN'S THAT CLARISSA ANNETE BEGINS HER NEW LIFE AS THE WARD OF LORD VOLDEMORT, TAKEN BY HIM BUT THIRTY DAYS BEFORE HIS DOWNFALL. NO ONE KNOWS WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GIRL, ONLY THAT SHE DISAPPEARED FROM HER HOUSE ON OCTOBER 1ST, 1981. SHE IS BELIEVED TO HAVE BEEN TAKEN TO THE HEADQUARTERS OF THE Death Eaters, ALTHOUGH THIS HAS NOT BEEN PROVEN. IT IS BELIEVED THAT A Death Eater MUST BE TAKING CARE OF HER.