The Girl With The Amber Eyes *Marauders era* {Sequel to Obliviate}

Chapter 12 - With the death eaters once again

Lyra

The dim lighting had been replaced with scorchingly painful brightness when I awoke next. The first thing I acknowledged as my eyes struggled to adapt to the new setting was the laughing.

Snickering, cackling and worst of all: disgusting dry gasps of laughter.

I sat up in an instant, now fully alert, and my vision quickly cleared up. Though it seemed to me that I would've much preferred that it hadn't.

Death eaters were all around me. Gasping back my fear, I observed them standing all through the room, crowding the small space. I scanned the group for my godmother but it appeared that she had truth in her earlier words that she was not at all a death eater.

In a few agonizing moments, having realized my wand had been taken away from me, I attempted to rise to my feet, only for a horrible zap of pain rip down my spine.

Crying out in complete agony, I felt myself collapse onto my back, my body thudding against the floorboards and stray wood chunks digging into my skin.

The cackling started up again louder and I finally fought for the strength to lift my head, to see whom had that familiar laugh, resembling my godmother's although this one was an insane sort of cackling, much unlike my godmother. She was insane in her own special sort of way..

A girl that could only be, at the most, ten years older than me stood there. A messy mass of curls hung down from her head, split ends scattered all through it. She looked as if she hadn't cut it in years, much like my godmother but worse.

Bellatrix Lestrange née Black.

Suddenly remembering her as a girl of whom glowered at me when I went to Ravenclaw (I'm bad at math and idk how old she is, work with me here), I began to crawl backwards, crab crawling until I felt my back hit the wall, pressing into it.

Taking in the scene once more, my eyes shifted in alarm from each death eater to the next, a few having terribly dirty or rotten teeth.

"Lyra Carrow. You will tell us about Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry." A cold voice echoed throughout the room.

I straightened myself, rising to my full height while sitting. "I will do no such thing, you rotten git."

"Crucio!"

Excruciating pain ripped through me and I helplessly crumpled to the floor.

"Join us, Lyra Carrow."

I struggled to regain my posture, stubbornly jutting out my chin. "No."

"Crucio!"

The white hot agony started again, three times worse than before. I bit my lip though a scream managed to force itself out of my mouth.

"This is where you belong, Lyra Carrow."

Pain erupting in my head, I pushed myself up again. "That's not my name."

"Crucio!"

I collapsed forward, sprawling onto my stomach and causing my limbs to uselessly lay around me.

"Do you not realize? No one is coming for you. You belong here."

I groaned. "No.."

"You're a Carrow."

With the last remaining energy I had left in me, I used my arms to push up from the ground. With my head raised and eyes darting lazily to whom was speaking to me, but to no prevail, so acknowledging the entire group, I kneeled in front of them. "I am not a Carrow nor will I ever be." My voice shook but it was strong and forceful.

"Crucio!"

The most brutal agony tore through my entire body, worse than any of the other times put together. Each limb cried out in pain and I fell to the ground, vision going black.

"Well, look what you've done now." Recognizing the voice, I strained my eyes to take one last glimpse at the people in the room. Then I saw him. My eyes landed on the black hair and same coloured eyes just before that black became the last thing I saw, shredding any sort of compassion I had left for the boy.

The cold voice spoke again and it sent shivers down my spine. "Cassiopeia, go alert the rest of the death eaters. This girl is not to be let out of this room."

{08/26/15}