Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK
Lord Voldemort walked in to a tattoo shop at the age of 30. He always wanted a tattoo but the orphanage never aloud it. Now he was getting one.
There were so many designs. There were butterflies, not that he was going to get one of those.
There were snakes.
A lot of snakes. There were snakes that had no heads and huge tongues. Snakes that had no tongues. Snakes that were breathing fire.
There were so many choices that he was just overwhelmed. There were just so many different kinds of snakes. Even different colors.
That was when he saw it. It was a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth.
He knew what he was going to call it: Dark Mark
A/N this is part one of two! if you dont like it i'll take it down
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