Chapter 2: Skin and Bone

(A/N)  Sorry this took so long. I've been on vacation and haven't had time to write. I wasn't even sure if I was gonna write anymore, but here we are now so enjoy:)

3rd person P.O.V

Fiji woke to muffled talking. It's been a few weeks and now she was lying in her "room",trying to remember what she had just been "taught" so she wouldn't be in trouble next time. There was an open book on her lap that was so old the title was worn away on the front cover. Next to her was parchment, quills, and an assortment of other books she had to read. But she couldn't read. Her mind was going too fast. She had just been told that she was gonna be allowed to use a wand for the first time. She had never held a wand in her life, unless you count the time when she was little.

She had picked up a skinny-looking object off the floor and was examining it when it was snatched from her hands. She was yelled at and told to never, EVER, touch it again. And they made sure of that.

The death eaters that were left all resided together in a house. A lot of death eaters have families and live with them and only visit ever so often.

After what had happened to the Dark Lord, a lot of death eaters fled to different parts of the country. It had been nearly 10 years since a young boy by the name of Harry Potter had defeated the Dark Lord. I was around 3 at the time. No one really knows how he did it, but the death eaters split. Most were either caught and sent off to Azkaban and some were set free and built a family, though they secretly were still loyal to Voldemort. And then there are ones like Chernabog, who hide out somewhere, waiting for any sign of the Dark Lord being alive.

So here I am now, sitting on the earthy dungeon floor, "reading books". I was bored so I decided to get up and stretch. The cell wasn't too big, it was about as big as a very large closet, except chains on the walls instead of hangers.

I walked around the perimeter or the cell, trying to clear my head, when the voices I heard earlier came into earshot. Curiosity bubbling inside me, I walked over to the wall and pressed my ear into it, trying to make out some words.

"- it will come eventually, and you know it!" she heard one of the voices say. "If she goes she will find out everything! She could get help and tell someone! She could-" the voice was cut off by another voice who I have only heard a few times and I recognize to be one of the death eaters.

" The Dark Lord will need aid, and she could provide it. And she will find out the truth about her family eventually. And any other issues we can be sure don't occur."

Her family? What did her family have to do about anything?  She has never been told much about her family, only that they were killed in the war and that they didn't matter. She never really thought much about her past.

"But when she finds out, you think she's gonna just go quietly? She will tell someone and they will find out about her! What are we gonna do then?" The first voice questioned.

"We will make sure she won't tell. When she finds out about her parents she will be quiet, I will make sure of it," the second voice said in a dark voice.

She was just about to walk away when another voice entered the conversation, who she recognized to be Chernabog.

" Whats going on? If your any louder you'll wake the whole house, and the graveyard outside!" Chernabog exclaimed.

"We were just discussing what to do with the girl and, you know, her family," The second voice said so quietly she could barely hear.

"What about them? They died years ago, along with her unborn sibling."

She perked up, trying to get every syllable that came out of there mouths.

" We know, but she will find out eventually about how they actually died, whether we tell her or someone else does," the second voice said.

" On another note, we need to discuss what to do about Hogwarts," the first voice added.

Hogwarts?Certainly they couldn't mean Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry. They would never let her go. Besides, no one even knows she existed! Everyone believes her to be dead. And she was 14! She should have received her letter years ago! After thinking, she decided that when her letter came someone must have written and said she wasn't going.

"Oh , right. Well, Hogwarts will need someone on the inside to help the Dark Lord with his... work. Besides, someone, whoever's body the Dark Lord is using, will be there to make sure she keeps quiet," Chernabog says with caution.

So they were planing on making her attend Hogwarts. A spark of excitement went off inside her. She would be safe, free. She didn't care who this person was that was inside Hogwarts, she was gonna get someone's attention, no matter what. She decided to leave the conversation at that. She didn't want to ruin the mood she was in.

Though she still had a dozen questions turning in her head. Why did her parents matter? How did they really die? Will she ever find out?

She decided to leave her questions for another time and go to bed. With a sense of new hope, she lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how Hogwarts would be.

Eventually she drifted off into, for the first time ever, a somewhat peaceful sleep.