Prologue
They were his pawns. He didn't care about their fate, any of them, he only cared about mine. I was the one he wanted, the one he needed to get what he wanted without any interference. With me on his side, there was no way anyone could ever defeat him. He knew, though, that I would never join him willingly unless I had absolutely no choice and nothing to lose. Baring this in mind, he did something I never saw coming: he killed my parents. His most loyal and trusted allies, the only people he had inside the Ministry itself. The only people he had who could easily tell him every move the minister was going to make, and every raid that was to happen and where. I planned to go to him, confront him, make him regret the crime he committed; but every time I mustered the strength to do so I talked myself out of it. I knew that it wouldn't change anything. I knew that he wouldn't care; he kills people on a daily basis. His only goal in life is to purge the world of those who he deems unworthy and destroy anyone who stands in his way. He was a cold blooded, heartless killer who had changed over the years, not only in his appearance but who he killed and the reason for doing so. Purging the unworthy wasn't the only thing he cared about these days, no. He wanted more.
With my parents gone, I knew the next move he was to make was to force me to join him. I told myself I wouldn't, but his power was too strong. I was marked the next year, the dark stain on my forearm the forever burning reminder that I was the person, no, the THING I vowed I'd never become. The mark changes people and I never thought it would change me, but it did. Any innocence I once had soon faded and evil took its place. He adopted me, told me I could have everything I could ever want as long as I did as I was told. Had I been my old self, I would have said no in a heartbeat. I would have rather died then become one of his followers. However, being the person changed by the Mark and accompanied by the fact that I had no one in my life anymore, therefore I had nothing to lose, I agreed. I became his daughter, his new heir. He gave me a mission, a while later. It was simple: go to school and bring him the boy. Having no choice and no reason to disagree, I accepted the mission. To me, being a Deatheater is simple. Being a teenager, however, is much harder.