With a growl her father pointed his wand at her "crucio!" She let go as soon as the words escaped his mouth begging for him to stop to horrid pain. Once again he picked her up by her arm and continued to his destination; a circle of what was believe to be other witches and wizards under dark cloaks surround one figure...the dark lord.
As soon as she seen him her eyes opened to find herself back in her own room, unharmed. The girl felt sweat dripping from her face and her breathing to be irregular. She clutched her right arm for a moment before pulling back the sleeve to reveal something she was forced to recieve..the dark mark. saddened that everything was true she pulled down her sleeve and unwillingly forced herself out of bed...maybe a walk in a park would bring her back to a better world.