Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. The plot sure and Mindiella and her family/friends, but everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.
It was another boring summer holiday that was spent with the Malfoys. That was one of the downsides of my parents being Death Eaters and friends with them. From that came countless of hours spent with that vain ferret whenever they had a Death Eater meeting (actually spending time with a ferret would be better than wasting it with this dimwit devil spawn). I was often dragged (even though I would love to attend a Death Eater meeting, I hate spending it with HIM) by my parents to the Malfoy Manor because, well, who the bloody hell was sane enough to spend countless hours with that arrogant devil spawn by the name of Draco Malfoy?
"Mindi, quit dillydallying! We're going to the Malfoys and we cannot be late!" mum called out as I placed a bookmark marking my spot in my favorite novel and sighed. It was sure to be another Death Eater meeting that I cannot go to because of my age. I quickly got dressed in black jeans, a black halter top and wore my favorite green hoodie over it. I then brushed my darker than black long hair in a high ponytail rather than the usual bun and looked myself in the mirror. I seemed a tad bit paler than usual with my sapphire blue eyes accenting my skin tone. I quickly ran downstairs and saw my mum look me over.
"Are you mad? We can't have our daughter scampering off in those ghastly clothes in front of the Dark Lord! Change at once into what I have set out for you," mum said as I clenched my fists seeing the loose strands of my hair turn a deep blood red, signifying my anger. Well, who wouldn't? I was forced to dress nice for all the Death Eater meetings when I would just be stuck with Malfoy. I stomped back to my room and quickly changed my hair back to its natural color of black and had strands of my hair a sapphire blue to match the dress my mother set out. After changing into the dress, I went back downstairs. So, maybe I had forgotten to tell you one little detail about myself. I was half-metamorphmagus and half-veela.
"Is that better mum?" I asked as she nodded and held my hand.
"You look beautiful sweetie, I apologize for yelling at you," she said as my father came to join us.
"Let's go, they're expecting us," father said as mum took my hand and used Side-Along Apparition. I felt the weird feeling that came with this as I closed my eyes. I didn't open them until I heard a voice.
"Ah, welcome Elvira. Nice to see you Nicholas, I see Mindiella came to join us as well," Narcissa Malfoy said as my mother smiled as I discreetly rolled my eyes. Since when haven't I ever join my parents come here and shove me with that devil spawn son of yours?
"Of course, I apologize for making the company wait for us," mum said as Narcissa shook her head.
"No matter, you're here and that's what matters. Draco, come downstairs. Mindiella just arrived," she called out as Malfoy came downstairs and glared at me. I glared back at him as was our usual greeting as my father puts it. He just didn't understand why I hate Malfoy so much and he probably never will. My parents went into the dining hall until mum realized we weren't following. She came back as Cissy and father went on ahead, discussing Death Eater plans to be discussed probably.
"Draco, Mindi, the Dark Lord is here to initiate you with your own Dark Marks. Mindi, let your hair down to show your heritage as veela and Draco, be a dear and escort her to the dining hall like the proper gentleman you were raised to be," mum said as Malfoy looked at her in horror. I let my hair down just as mum asked as Malfoy took my hand in his and escorted me to the dining hall.
"Don't faint on me Frey. You must be in heaven to have me escorting you," he murmured under his breath as I rolled my eyes.
"Oh please. Don't flatter yourself Malfoy. It's more like being in hell escorted by you. Actually hell would be better than this," I whispered as I stomped on his foot with my heels as I heard him hiss in pain. He tried to get back at me, but we were already in the dining hall. I saw the Dark Lord and bowed as Malfoy followed suit.
"Ah, if it isn't the children of our fellow Death Eaters," Voldemort said as I stood back up. Bellatrix sat by his side as usual (were they having an affair or something behind the scenes? They sure act like it.) as I looked around and saw the rest of the Death Eaters sitting around us in a circle. "Mindiella, step forward. You'll be initiated first as proper etiquette says ladies first and then Draco. After the initiation, I shall tell you of your first mission as Death Eaters." You don't realize just how much of an honor this is! A fifteen and a half year old such as myself, about to receive my very own Dark Mark! Finally, I can show my abilities to the great Dark Lord and help him on his quest to rid the world of all Mudbloods! I may be excited on the inside, but I masked it with calmness as I stepped forward and gave him a curtsy.
"It is an honor to be soon serving you, my lord and to show you where my loyalties lie," I said as he took my left arm and pointed his wand over it.
"You'll give me your utmost devotion, just like your parents, is that right?" he asked as I nodded.
"Of course master," I said as he smiled.
"Morsmordre!" he exclaimed as I felt horrible pain from my left arm. Mum had warned me that it would hurt, but I wasn't aware it would hurt this bad! I felt my eyes start to water and heard a slight whimper. Had that been me? It would be worth it in the end, when I would be his most trusted Death Eater. The pain finally ended as numbness came to take it's spot. If I had been alone at this moment, I would have broke down crying from the pain, but as it was, I moved over to the side as Malfoy stepped forward with his sleeve rolled up. I never realized just how pale he was, he was just as pale, if not more so than me. Voldemort did the same procedure on his arm as I saw him wince and his eyes water as well. After that was done, he came and stood by my side.
"Did yours hurt?" he whispered.
"Psh, no, you?" I lied. There was no way I'd ever tell him it had hurt.
"What do you take me for? A wimp like Potter?" he whispered, but I never got to answer that question.
"Friends, let us welcome Mindiella Frey and Draco Malfoy into the family," he said as everyone clapped until the Dark Lord raised his hand up then it grew silent again.
"Master, tell them their first task," Bellatrix whispered as Voldemort nodded and looked toward us. I felt Malfoy hold my hand as I tried to shake him off discreetly, but failed miserably.
"Yes. Mindiella, Draco, you are still students of Hogwarts, am I correct?" he asked as Malfoy nodded.
"Of course, master," I said with confidence as he smiled.
"Here's my task to both of you. The both of you must kill Dumbledore by the end of the term in June. Grave consequences await you should you fail this task. You both are gifted in your own ways so I know that there will be a successful outcome," he said as Malfoy and I nodded.
"Go on you two, we have a top secret meeting to attend to and new recruits aren't allowed," Bellatrix said as I nodded and walked away, Malfoy following right behind me. As soon as we left the dining hall he walked right over to the leather sofa and lazily sat down on it.
"So Frey, you must be terrified to be assigned this task," he said as I rolled my eyes. Right, so says the guy who took my hand when we were given our mission.
"I wasn't the one shivering like Quirrell and grabbing other people's hands when assigned the task," I said as he glared at me. Point one for Mindi and zero for the devil spawn!
"You know you enjoyed holding my hand, dear Mindiella," he said as I glared back at him.
"First of all you conceited arse, not everyone wants to be touched by someone like you except that cow Parkinson. Secondly, it's Frey to you, not Mindiella, not Mindi, nor are you to call me by any of my middle names. You are not my friend so you do not have that liberty," I said as I sat down on another chair, away from him. I, Mindiella Cashlin Edalene Frey will not tolerate him trying to get friendly with me. I'd rather be a Mudblood before I let him even be close to me.
"If you say so, dear Frey, but soon you'll be asking me to call you Mindi, my sweet Slytherin princess," he whispered as I glared at him, feeling my blood boil. If I were to look at the mirror, I would see my hair and eyes a deep red.
"Malfoy, I will never…ever in my entire life change my mind as to what you may call me! It's Frey to you and it stays that way unless you want me to perform a Bat Bogey Hex on you!" I exclaimed as I got up and walked outside, trying to calm myself down. The only question left now was why in Merlin's name did my hair have lavender streaks in them, and what could it possibly mean?