A/N: Hello Everyone.... This is my new fic. I hope you like reading it . I would like to say a massive thank you to Jacalyn Hyde who has kindly helped me with editing and basically beta'd it for me. Trust me editing is not my strong point... Enjoy x

Disclaimer: Ok, I admit that I am not JK Rowling. I do not own anything you recognise. I also do not make these fics for profit.

Love That May Not Be Returned

Chapter 1

She looked again at The Riddle Manor, which could be seen from all over the village of Little Hangleton. From what she had heard from the local villagers, nobody dared go near the place, as if they did it was certain that they would never return. Most nights you could hear cackling and, if you listened closely, you could hear screams.

Crows fluttered around that Manor signifying death. Death occurred almost everyday in that place. She scanned her surroundings quickly, looking to make sure that no Muggles nor Aurors had seen her go near that place.

“Excuse me girl!” A harsh male voice spoke.

She instantly felt a hand drop onto her shoulder and pull her round roughly. She panicked at the force.

His long, blond hair cascading down his back and his rich looks gave him a sense of authority.

“Who are you?” He demanded.

The girl shook in fear; her eyes widened in terror.

“My name is Charleena.” She stuttered.

“What is your purpose Charleena?” The man snapped.

“I am going to see...” Charleena stopped, she didn't even know who this man was. He could be anyone from a local wealthy man to a member of the Order of The Phoenix .

The man rolled up his left sleeve and the infamous dark mark was there, it had turned black and seemed to be seeping into his skin, ever so slowly.

“You filthy Muggle! Who are you going to see? Tell me girl!” He demanded.

“I am no Muggle sir, I am a witch, who is going to see the Dark Lord.” Charleena said timidly.

“In that attire?” He sneered.

She looked down at her plain, black strap top and blue jeans. She had flat shoes on, which were black also.

“I need to see him sir, really I do.” she squeaked.

“Don't expect to come out alive girl.” He sneered.

He walked a few feet away from her to the direction of the mansion.

“Come then, if that is your true purpose.” He loudly said.

Charleena followed after him, hoping that the famous followers of Lord Voldemort, who tortured and killed at his single utterance of a word weren't all like him.

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The man led her into the room. A few people were sat on sofas, in conversation, laughs echoed here and there. It was basically just people dressed in black robes, having normal everyday conversation.

“Sit down Charleena.” The man said, indicating towards an armchair. She did so.

“May I ask what your name is?” She asked him.

“Lucius.” He replied shortly.

A few minutes past, Lucius was talking to a man with black, greasy hair and a hooked nose. He was laughing heartedly at what the man was saying.

The door opened once more. A man with black curly hair, and black beard came into his room. He was wearing the same black attire that the rest of them were wearing, but he had a strange look about him which Charleena was instantly attracted to.

He glanced at her for a mere second, smiling slightly as he did so.

“Who is that girl?” He asked aloud to the room.

A few people broke off their conversation to turn to look at her, as though somebody announced a famous person was there.

“Charleena. She is here to see the Dark Lord.” Lucius said.

“You idiot Lucius!” A woman screeched from the doorway.

She walked into the room and a few people seemed to shrink back in fear. She carelessly put an arm around the man, who smiled at Charleena.

“Why am I an idiot Bellatrix?” Lucius asked spitefully. How dare this stupid cow call me an idiot! He thought savagely.

The woman named Bellatrix rolled her eyes, and whispered something in his ear.

“Excuse me.” Charleena said quietly, she was beginning to become annoyed at this secrecy.

“Yes, What is it?” Bellatrix asked with a false smile.

“Is the Dark Lord even here?” Charleena asked her.

“Of course. Why? Are you scared of him?” She asked, in a mock baby voice.

Laughter was echoed here and there. Some laughter still remained as Bellatrix whispered something to her husband.

Then a few seconds later, the laughter which was still echoing around the room. They were all wincing in pain, some of them even clutched their arms.

“He wants to see us now.” Bellatrix said loudly.

Mutters filled the air, as they all stood up and filed out of the room.

Charleena followed them. She ran to catch up and shut the door behind her. She was going to see the Dark Lord and hoped that he would accept her to be a Death Eater, she wanted revenge for her sister after all.

She remembered that day as if it was just recent, even though it was a few years back. It still upset her like a never ending nightmare. But she learnt to accept that her sister Monica would never return. The memory of that fateful night still brought tears to her eyes.

Still nothing could have prepared Charleena for the healer walking out of that corridor where her and her mother and father had waited anxiously for news. Then it came...telling them all that her little sister had been brutally murdered by Muggles and that there was nothing the healers could do to save her. She recalled the sheer agony echoing from every inch of her body. A new emotion came into force and that was revenge...

That was the reason why Charleena wanted to be a Death Eater...

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