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"She was born from darkness itself, it was woven in her bones and carved in her heart. She was the Light born from Darkness, because all stars are born in the dark. She was Cassiopeia Lestrange."
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"Hi, I'm Cassiopeia, call me Cassi. My friends...
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UNDER THE DARK and lonely night, stood a small house in the middle of nowhere. It stood in the empty grassland, a little far from the main London city. Even it was July; the winds were biting cold and bitter. A little distance away from it, three figures were walking toward it. In the middle was walking a 15 year old girl, a little ahead from the other two, intimidating superiority and demanding respect. If you would stare in those emerald eyes of her, you will see nothing but icy stare which was able to give shivers up your spines. But behind those void and cruel eyes, was pain and suffering. She was just a girl who had gone through so much.
She was Cassiopeia Lestrange.
"Hurry up, Selwyn!" Cassi snapped as they continued walking. "We haven't got all night."
"And you need to stop bossing me around!" The death eater answered back, "You think you can order me around whenever you want? I have been serving the dark lord before you were even born child!"
"What did you just call me?" Cassi said a low dangerous voice as she stopped in her tracks and turned to face him. The death eater realized what he just said and his eyes widened in fear.
"N-Nothing." He mumbled.
"It didn't look like nothing." Cassi said in her cold voice. "You are questioning my authority, Selwyn. Which means you are questioning The Dark Lord himself. If you forgot he was the one who assigned this task to me. Not you, me."
"Rosier, would you like to remind him what I did to you last month?" Cassi asked looking at the other Death Eater, with a cruel smile. Rosier, who was looking at his feet the whole time, looked up with fear in his eyes.
"T-there's no n-need." Selwyn said hastily. "I understand."
"Good." Cassi said looking at Selwyn again, with a sinister smirk. She walked closer to him and touched his shoulder, her fingers trailing down his arm, giving him a shudder in fear. "I didn't want to ruin my dress with your blood, anyway. You know, it's brand new. Now, if you want to keep your little fingers over here intact or don't want me to choke you with your own blood, then I suggest you keep your mouth shut and follow me."
Cassi turned and started walking again toward the house. She didn't need to look back to check whether they were following or not, because she was sure they were. They were frightened of her. And why wouldn't they be, they knew the immense power she had, and also the little stunt she pulled on Rosier last month had left almost everyone fearful of her, and had grown more in ranks among the death eaters.
Lord Voldemort had asked her to do something that can make him believe that she was capable of extreme cruelty. So she did something. She brought Rosier in, and broke his vocal cords, and then performed the Cruciatus curse on him. She didn't stopped until the dark lord told her to and she passes his test. But afterwards she had fixed the vocal cords of Rosier and he was all fine.
