I stood in a dark room alone. "I thought I was going to Grimauld place" I muttered to a man tying me to a chair. I sat alone and stared at the walls, there was a book sitting next to me, i picked it up and dusted it off. "My Biography" I said outloud, 'By Harry James Potter' was written on the bottom. I opened it "To Stephanie, my beloved daughter and to my wife Jennifer, my friend, my comfort, my all." Tears came to my eyes. I angrilly threw the book on the floor. "Why did you leave me!" I yelled crying. "How could you do this to me, I've got nothing, nobody! I hate you for this!" I said sobbing as i layed my head back on the chair. I angrily stomped my foot. "Please, Please let me go" I begged to a man who walked in with a knife. "Please" I said quietly tears running down my face my eyes red. He looked at me with no expression on his face. He walked over and moved the brown hair from my face to look at my scar. I stared up at him. "Did you know him?" I asked. "Your father?" He said in a think accent. It was the only thing he had said since they captured me. "I did indeed" He muttered and left the room.