I
June, 1989
The first magical war never ended.
Even after Voldemort attacked the Potters, killing James and Lily and leaving Harry as an orphan with a scar and new title, he didn't die. He's still terrorizing the world. Harry lives with Sirius, who was never sent to Azkaban since Peter Pettigrew was caught and thrown there, rightfully so. So the Order of the Phoenix does their best to defeat him... but it's not going as well as they would like it to.
And then, to make matters worse, Snape comes back from one of the death eater meetings with terrifying news.
Voldemort has a child.
A daughter. Little dark lady.
He doesn't know much about the child since her face was covered by a mask but she tortured a man who dared to question whether she's powerful enough. She casted a spell to torture him, probably not Cruciatus though, but he couldn't tell for sure since her mask was probably charmed so they wouldn't hear her voice.
But the fact that a child, around 5-7 years old, can torture a man without hesitation? It's terrifying. But she is Voldemort's daughter after all. It shouldn't be that shocking.
During one mission they managed to catch her though. Debris of the falling building hit her in the head while she was distracted with fighting one of the Order members, knocking her out, and Sirius Black quickly picked her up and apparated to the Order's base.
So now they're all sitting in the room, the child strapped by magical bindings and magic cancelling cuffs around her wrists, waiting for her to wake up so they can question her.
When the girl wakes up, it seems like she doesn't realize what happened at first, but she quickly becomes alert and tries to use her magic immediately - realizing she can't. They tried taking her mask off but they couldn't. It's probably charmed so only she can take it off.
The room fell silent as she stirred. Albus Dumbledore, the leader of the Order, stood calmly at the head of the table, his blue eyes fixed on the child. Snape leaned forward in his chair, his face expressionless. Alastor Moody's magical eye roved around the room, alert for any sudden movements. Sirius watched the girl with a mixture of concern and anger, his hands clenched into fists as memories of his friend's betrayal surfaced. Remus Lupin looked at her with a sadness that spoke volumes about his own experiences with darkness.
"Ah, our young guest has finally awoken," Albus said, his voice steady despite the tension in the room. We need information about Voldemort's plans. This child may hold the key.
The child made no attempt to struggle against the magical bindings that held her fast. Instead, she sat very still, as though assessing her captors. The Order members exchanged uneasy looks. They had all seen powerful dark magic at work, but this... this was something else entirely.
"Who are you?" the girl asked, her voice surprisingly steady despite her obvious fear. The sound of it sent a chill down everyone's spines. So young, yet so cold and calculating.
"We are the ones who will end your father's reign of terror," Moody growled, his magical eye never leaving her.
The girl scoffs. "No, you won't," she shrugs. "And I meant: who are you to think you can capture me? You really think you can keep me here? I will escape before your magic eye can blink." she shakes her head as if speaking to a bunch of stupid children. "You all are just a bunch of fire chickens."
Fire chicken... Phoenix.
Sirius couldn't help but smirk at the child's audacity, despite the gravity of the situation. "Fire chickens?" He repeated incredulously. "Is that the best insult you've got?"
Dumbledore raised his hand slightly, silencing Sirius with a look. "Now. No need for name-calling, young lady. We merely want to ask you some questions."
"Do you want to know where I have your questions?" the girl asks sarcastically. "I would tell you, but its a bad word for children."
Moody growls "Says a child who killed people before!" and hits his cane against the floor.
Voldemort's daughter just shrugs. "Who? Me? I'm an innocent, little angel." the sarcasm rolls off her words.
Moody takes a step forward, but Dumbledore places his hand on his arm. "Stay calm. She just wants a reaction from you."
She rolls her eyes. "Aren't you a genius? You just saw through my evil plan!"
"As much as I appreciate a good dose of sarcasm, please refrain it for now." Albus says calmly, still keeping up his cool grandfather demeanour. "I assume you won't tell us your name-"
"Obviously" another eye roll.
"So what may we call you?" he finishes the sentence as if he didn't notice the interruption.
The girl tilts her head to the side for a moment. "How about future dark lady?" she sneers.
"You're such a brat" Sirius says before he can stop himself- or rather before Remus can stop him.
She rolls her eyes again. "Don't you have a squirrel to chase? Get lost." she shrugs then turns to Remus. "Keep your dog under control."
Remus lips twitch into an almost smile, although he tries to hide it while Sirius scoffs and mutters under his breath "She thinks she's so funny"
Dumbledore clears his throat. "Can we go back to the matter at hand now?"
The child scoffs again. "You're not gonna get anything from me. So do yourself a favor and save your breath."
Sirius can't hold back. "Isn't that nice of you, little miss darkness? Worrying about our breath."
"Sirius-" Remus sighs, putting his hand on the man's shoulder. "You're arguing with a child. Stop being petty just because she insulted you."
"I'm not being petty!"