Date: August 31, 2010

Dear Diary,

First of all, I would like to inform that this is the first time for me having a diary. I am not used to writing in one, so bare with me. Thank you. So...here it goes:

Mum and Dad are making me become a bloody Death Eater! Since I am a Malfoy, I am expected to serve the Dark Lord. My mum was trying to talk my father out of it, but, soon she too was agreeing with my father's decisions. She is also a Death Eater. For some odd reason, she was willing to become one. This seems odd because she was once part of the Golden Trio, as people used to call it. My father and my mother alike agree that it shall be the painful experience in the wizard world expect for the Crucio spell of course. For tonight is my "marking"-as they so call it-. Tomorrow I will be attending my first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That is why my "marking" is tonight. I just don't understand why I have to get it so early. My father, mother, and the Dark Lord wanted it for me. My father is calling me to attend my "marking." I will write again as soon as I am better.

Sincerely,

Aries Selene Malfoy

P.S.: I'm 16 tomorrow! Yay!

"Aries," my father's voice boomed from downstairs. "we are going to be bloody late if you don't hurry your ass up!"

I heard a loud slap-probably from my mother.

"Stop cursing around our daughter, Draco! She's going to end up like you if you don't stop it." My mother yelled at him.

"Now, Hermione dear." My father tried to reassure her. "I think that she can handle herself."

I stopped listening after that. Their conversations (like the make-up their having now) usually end in a heavy make-out session or sex. Ugh!

I headed downstairs to see my parents making-out. I rolled my eyes. Great, I thought. I put my thumb and forefinger in my mouth and whistled. They jumped in surprise and looked up. I covered my mouth with my pale hand to hold back the chuckles that surpassed my lips. The expressions on their faces were to die for! My mum and dad pulled away hurriedly.

"Come on, Aries, let's go." said my father, standing up and dusting off his Death Eater robes as mum came to stand beside him.

"Is Scorpio going with us?" I asked warily. I hoped he wasn't. Scorpio was my little brother and he was only two years old.

"No." he answered.

I visibly relaxed. Scorpio didn't need to see this.

"Come on." I whispered.

We all crowded under the large marble fireplace. Father grabbed some Floo powder. He shouted 'Voldemort's Hideaway' and we were all suddenly in a dark room filled with people in hooded Death Eater robes. They stepped aside as they heard us enter the hideaway. At the back of the room was none other than the Dark Lord himself. Voldemort.

"Let's get started, shall we." He said in stately manor.

To Be Continued