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I am Narcissa Malfoy, a mother, and caught between the person I love more then life itself, and the person I fear more then anything.

He wants him to get the mark, says that he will be honored beyond all if he succeeds. But I know the truth. He doesn't want him to succeed, he wants him to fail, then he will be able to punish him, punish him for something that was his fathers fault.

He tells me that it is an honer to fight and defend him, and at such a young age as well. Only three others have been privileged to receive the mark this early in life.

I scowl at him as he say this, as if I didn't know that, two of them were my own flesh and blood. My sister Bellatrix joined at sixteen, shes gone mad, and my cousin Regulus joined at sixteen, and hes gone missing, and he wasn't even that high up in his circle . What happened to the other one? Well Barty Crouch joined up at seventeen and spent ten years in Azkiban, and was then sentenced to the Dementors kiss.

I shake my head. I don't care how many people have received it that early in life. My son will not be one of them. I plead, I beg him to reconsider. I know he will not listen, that he will probably crucio me, but I have to try. I have to save my son. Too many people have died already.

He glares at me then points his wand in my face. He tells me that I may not be a death eater, I will still show him the respect he deserves.

I tell him that how much respect should I give to a man who makes a sixteen year old do his bidding because he himself is too much of a coward?

Pain. Lots and lots of pain. White hot knives stabbing me all over my body. I scream, I think somene else is screaming as well. The next thing I know, I'm sobbing while somene holds me, gently stroking my hair. I look up and through the tears I see my son, looking down right terrified at him.

I look up to see that he had his wand aimed directly at his heart. I ignore the pain and stand up, shielding my son from his anger.

"Please, my lord," I beg once more. "Don't make him do this!"

He looks past me and looks directly at Draco, who was avoiding his eyes at all cost.

"If you fail, I will kill you, your mother, and your wretched excuse for a father. Remember that. Be at the next meeting to receive your mark." He wasn't even listening to me. It's not fair! This is my son! The one god thing that came from mine and Lucius' marriage. I will not lose him.

"My lord, please!" But he was already gone.

I collapse on the floor, and cry harder then I ever had in my life. He kneels down next to me and hugs me, softly stroking my hair.

"It's okay, mum," he says softly. I hear a sob in his voice. "I'll be okay."

I don't say anything because I know it won't be. I know that the dark lord intends him to fail so that he may punish him. I let out another cry and I hug him tighter, my one and only son.

I am Narcissa Black; a mother, and about to lose the one thing I love more then anything, I am about to lose my son.

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