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It started with a family, chosen at random by the Dark Lord himself. It consisted of a father and a mother, in love and married. They had one girl, a tiny baby with bright blue eyes and a small patch of blond hair resting on her tiny head. The Dark Lord kept a watchful eye on this family for months, waiting and preparing. It was when the baby girl turned six months old, after exploding a vase with her uncontrolled magic, that He sent Bellatrix to fetch her.

The family could not have prepared for this encounter, even if they had been warned. She blew down their door, having it fly across the room for show. She entered the small house, a wild expression placed upon her unnaturally pale face, her black hair messy and unmanageable. The father stood and drew his wand, firing curses at her, trying feebly to protect what was his. She killed him without remorse and glided through the house, an evil cackle escaping her chapped lips.

The sounds of a baby crying guided Bellatrix into the kitchen, where the mother stood, wand out, crying and furious.

"Who are you!?" the mother screamed, firing hexes without aim, hoping to get this strange woman away from her and her baby. Bellatrix only laughed and flicked her wand, her curse hitting the mother and killing her on impact. She fell to the floor with a dull thud, eyes still open and a look of surprise permanently etched upon her face.

Bellatrix turned to see the baby girl, the girl the Dark Lord needed to fulfill his plan, laying on the floor. She was wrapped in a dark green blanket, her blue eyes wide and tears streaming down her face. Her mouth was closed, however, and silence fell upon the small house. Bellatrix picked up the baby and held her with one arm. The baby blinked and made a little noise, to which Bellatrix smiled, a crazed glint still flickering in her eyes.

"The Dark Lord will be pleased."

With a crack, she disappeared, taking the little girl and leaving behind a dead family.

xXx

It was a strange sight, to see one of the most powerful wizards in the world, holding a six month old baby girl in his arms. Gently, He took the girl into both of His hands and brought her up to His face. Bright blue eyes made contact with His, hers full of wonder and confusion, and His filled with power and greed. She brought her finger to her mouth and pulled at her lips, staring at the man who was holding her. A dark, sinister smile formed on His lips as He watched her carefully.

"Fidelity Kerrin Sariah." The Dark Lord said, bringing her to His chest, holding her against Him. The Death Eaters surrounding Him all looked to their Lord.

"Your new name is Fidelity Kerrin Sariah." He hissed, and the loyal men around Him shifted. Bellatrix, from His side, smiled widely, happy she had been able to please her Lord. The Dark Lord continued, taking no notice to anyone else around Him.

"Fidelity for loyalty." He touched a long, pale finger to her forehead and her eyes followed it, curious.

"Kerrin for dark." He touched her chest, and felt her heart beating from under his touch.

"And Sariah, for princess of the Lord." The evil smile on His lips grew as she slowly brought her hands closer to Him, wanting to touch Him. She grabbed a tiny fistful of His black cloak and smiled at how soft it felt.

That was how it began.

That was how Fidelity Kerrin Sariah was reborn, into a world of evil and sinister magic.

Into a world bent on destroying Harry Potter.

her only downfall, her only weakness, her only love.

xXx

The Dark Lord was confident he could kill the boy, and reign over the wizardry world, sending Muggles and blood traitors to their rightful places. His confidence did not amount to arrogance. He was careful, however, and devised a plan, should he fail. She was His backup, His fail safe.

When word reached the Death Eaters that their Lord failed and was almost destroyed, an uproar rang among them.

"How could this be!?" one snarled, slamming his fist on the table in front of him. Everyone around him grumbled, confused as much as he was.

"It does not matter!" screeched Bellatrix. Silence fell among the group, and she smiled, her eyes wild.

"We still have the child." She spoke, circling the group, her wand dangling from her hand. "We shall mold her, and make her into what He needs in order to destroy the boy."

A murmur of agreement was heard and Bellatrix stood up straight.

"Bring her!"

Wormtail, cowering in the corner of the room, jumped and ran to fetch her. Seconds passed, and he entered again, a small girl trailing behind him. She was almost a year old, her birthday in three weeks, not that she knew. Curls of blond hair rested on her head, blue eyes still shining. She was the spitting image of her mother, and her eyes matched her fathers down to the pupil, not that she knew. She babbled and smiled up at Wormtail, who merely stared at her. Bellatrix stalked over to them, and yanked the child away, only to pick her up and hold her for all to see.

"We must change her. Mold her, cut away at her, instill everything we know into her. We must teach her to be one of us. Soon, she will be the perfect weapon, the perfect Death Eater." With that, she dropped Fidelity on the table, and pointed her wand at her.

"And we will start now!"

A white light flew from her wand, hitting the small girl, and her screams filled the room. Slowly, her curly, springy blond hair turned straight, it's color a dark brown. Her bright blue eyes once filled with wonder melted into chocolate brown. Her nose shrunk, her jaw shifted, her eye lashes lengthened.

Everything about her was morphed into something different. When the light faded, the girl was sprawled on the table, panting, tears streaming down her face.

That was how her training began.