A/n This story takes place in 1972, i was NOT alive then, there for i don't know much about that time period, but I tried, this is also my first FanFiction, Don't be hateful.

Btw this was NOT beta read/tested.

Enjoy!

Tick Tick Tick

I just want this clock to stop. I just want them to stop. Why? Because I don't want this stupid mark latched on to me forever. This mark goes against everything I stand for. The mark will make people think the worse of me. This mark will-

"Lux don't you think so?" My mother, Malum, said interrupting my thoughts, while giving me a pointed look.

"Yes mother, I completely agree." What I was agreeing to, I don't know, but I've learned to accept that I will never know, although I suspect it has to do with me misbehaving. Even if I couldn't control the sorting, they blamed it on me, saying it was all my fault and I should've threatened the ragged hat. As if threatening a magical hat with my thoughts would work.

Flashback

"Parish Luxulyan"

Whispers started to takeover my hearing as someone push me up to the front of the group of short first years. I slowly took a deep breath and stepped onto the small stairs in front of the sorting hat, I then sat down, Professor Mcgonagall placed the hat on my head, the last thing I saw before a dark brown took over was four large tables with students who supported gold, silver, yellow, and blue, they seemed to be whispering.

"Hello, a young Parish? I haven't seen on in 20 years or so."

I visibly jumped "what?"

"I said. I. Haven't. See. A. Parish. In. 20. Years." The hat said each word with a slight pause, making sure I understood.

"I got that, you just startled me." I hissed.

"No need to be rude." The hat said with a matter of fact tone.

"Yea, yea, just get on with it, won't you?"

"Fine, let's see, lots of secrets, smart, cunning, brave, the basics, Oh what is it here, you don't believe in your family prejudice, much like that one Black. And-"

"Don't speak of that blood-traitor, he is rotten scum, along with his house."

"Well you are brave aren't you, well you better join the 'rotten scum',it rather be,

GRYFFINDOR!"

I could hear gasps around the great hall, I swear I heard Mcgonagall gasp as well.

"No!" I shouted so loud everyone in the hall heard it.

Mcgonagall picked the hat of my head "Come on dearie, off you go."

"But-"

"No buts, the hat has decided, now go sit down at your table, it's the farthest one on the right." Mcgonagall said in a whisper so that Only I could hear, as I was standing up she gently grabbed my wrist and whispered in my ear "we'll discuss further matters tomorrow after your first class." She then let go of my wrist, I simply responded with a frown on my face, "Yes mam."

End of Flashback

"Lux, are you okay, you are looking rather sickly." My father, Malus asked, I realized I must have looke rather pale as I had completely zoned out.

"Yes father I am just nervous about the honor the mark will bring to this family."

"Yessss it will bring much honor to your family, and hopefully, ressspect." A sudden voice of Voldemort hissed, he weirdly hissed our each 's'.

"Yes, it really will."my mother agreed.

"Very much so and along with discipline." My Dad agreed onto both my mother, and Voldemort.

"It truly will. I promise there will be no more misbehavior on my behalf." I said as i didn't have any emotion in my words

"Well let'sss finish thisss dreadful meal, and get on with it." Voldemort hissed.

"Yes." My Mom said while waving her wand, with a whoosh the food was gone, and instead there was a gleaming table with a vase in the middle.

"Thank you Malum, Now Luxulyan, come here." Voldemort said with a some what kind voice, but i didn't move, i was to scared. "NOW! DID I STUTTER!?" He shouted by I still didn't move, I felt petrified.

"Fine If I must do it the hard way, Imperio!" He shouted, all of a sudden my legs began to move, I had no control over my body, I was used to this spell, even though I could easily fight it, I didn't. I soon ended up next the Voldemort "You really do need discipline, don't you." The way his voice sounded made it seem like a rhetorical question but I still responded

"Yes sir."

The spell was lifted completely now, Voldemort looked at my left wrist as to say pull up your sleeve, so I did. Scars littered my wrist, not self harm, but from years of abuse.

"Tut tut. Sit down, this will hurt." I did just that, along with placing my wrist on the table so he could work his magic. "Good girl." He looked at my parents to ask permission to begin, He then looked at me, I nodded, He would start weather I said yes. I took a deep breath and He mutterd a spell I could not hear.

"Bloody Hell!"

I shouted. My whole arm stung like fire, a small bit of crimson red blood cane ushing out down the middle of my left mid-arm.

"Language." He said while waving his wand around and looking directly at my, now red arm, which slowly had the picture of a snake appear.

"Yes sir, just took me by surprise"

"Well did you expect me to worn you after the show you put on?"

"Of course no-ttt" I started to stutter, the pain kept increasing, I started to feel dizzy.

"W-whe-en w-i-ll thiss b-ee oo-vv-er, ssir?"

I continued to stutter, most of it barley audioable.

"Sssoon" He hissed.

After what seem enternity, he was finished. I sighed. I looked down at my wrist for the first time, what before was a somewhat- clear wrist had now supported, the dark mark.

"Very good Child, now off to you bedroom, you have to return to Hogwarts tomorrow, remember, no one must know of tonight." He hissed.

"Yes sir." I stood up, my legs wobbled beneath me as I walked up the grand staircase and into my room. I flopped myself onto my bed and buried my face into my pillow. "RGGG" I let out a noise that could only be heard by my sister, Fax who nocked on the door.

"Come in!" I called, when I saw who it was I quickly wiped my tears away and said "Hey Fax, what are you doing up?"

Fax, who was only seven didn't completely understand what had happened tonight, although she was still worried, "I couldn't sleep." She looked like she had been crying.

"Hey, it's okay, did you have a nightmare?" I didn't need to ask the question, but Fax shook her head into my shoulder as I hugged her.

"Girls" my father greeted.

We both responded with "Father"

"Fax would you mind going to your room for a little bit I need to talk to lux for a moment, please?" My father actually sounded guilty for a moment.

"Yes sir." Fax was about to turn away but before she did she gave me a quick haircut and then scurried off to her bedroom, not wanting to get into trouble.

"Father?" I asked, he sat on my bed then took my left arm into his and stared deeply at it.

"I'm sorry." He apologized, I don't think I've ever heard him apologize before.

"Don't lie, I don't want your pity, this was, after all, your fault."

"Well even if it is, I'm sorry." He then began to walk out the before turning to me, "Merry Christmas Lux, good luck tomorrow." He walked off.

I soon fell asleep to a dreamless sleep.