I sit in the high backed armchair, tracing the Dark Mark on my forearm with one uncut nail. I spent too much time away from people this summer. I feel behind as if the whole world has been moving forward at the speed of light and I've just been stuck. I hate it but I don't regret a day. I've learned so much. Two whole months shut up in a room somewhere in the London country side with my father and Belletrix. I am evil.

"Does it still hurt?" I question Draco who's forearm, like mine, is exposed, the Mark showing up terribly well on his snow white skin.

"A bit. How long did your hurt, Belle?" asks Malfoy, reaching across the gap, grabbing my hand.

I should pull it away. He is not my equal but I love him. Yes, I can still feel love no matter what my father says. I do not care. I am in love with Draco Malfoy. No one can do anything about that.

"About a week, bit longer I think," I reply quietly. "Are you frightened, Draco, of what the Dark Lord has asked you to do?"

"No, it is an honor. Although, my mum is a bit upset. I heard her last night mumbling something about me being her only son and how He should have chosen you."

"I understand how she feels. I can't imagine what Voldemort would do if you are to fail."

Draco stands, angered by my words, "I'm not going to fail. I wish everyone would just stop saying that."

I go silent for a minute, listening to the sounds of the fire, "Do you want my help, Draco?"

"I want you to be there until I don't need you anymore," Draco says.

"When is that?"

"I'll always need you. I thought we figured that out last year," with that Draco walks from the room.

Remaining seated I place my forehead in my palm. I know why my father, Voldemort or in those days, Tom Riddle, chose Draco for this task. Yet, I swore to Severus and so many others that I would not tell. I think back to last school term, not even three months ago when Belletrix killed Harry Potter's godfather, Sirius Black. What would he think of me now? All grown up, his little "daughter," Isabelle the Death Eater. Its better he's dead. I try and convince myself of that everyday but why is it so hard?

"Avada Kadavera!" I yell, pointing my wand at a mouse I know my father set lose for his snake, Nagini, to kill later, before falling to my knees, letting out a cry of pure agony.

"Isabelle!" Draco exclaims, rushing into the room. Upon seeing me on the floor, Malfoy drops to his knees, encasing me in his arms as tears spill from my face. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"He's dead, no not he, you, He killed you," I stumble over my words as tears begin to pour from my eyes. Ever since I heard of the task appointed to Draco I have had terribly vivid dreams of Voldemort killing him.

"No, I'm here. He's not going to kill me. Shh, clam down," Draco continues to sooth me as a loud pop is heard in the hall way.

In walks Belletrix and Draco's mother, "Crying again is she?" questions Belletrix, with that deranged smile on her face. "I think its lovely how he sits on the floor with you, comforting you. And you, Isabelle, the Dark Lord's daughter, how you treat him as an equal…it's disgusting."

"Shut up," I spit, glaring up at her. The women I admire the most is also the one I loath.

"Enough," says Narcissa, Draco's mum, "Belletrix leave my son and his girlfriend alone."

With one last glance at Draco and me, Belletrix Lestrange stalks out of the room, muttering to herself the entire time. I vow never to get sent to Azkaban, I enjoy being sane too much to wish to join those who have been.

"Dinner will be ready shortly," Narcissa says before following her sister from the room.

Both of Draco's parents distrust me yet Mrs. Malfoy forces herself to be happy I am here and safe and that her son has found someone so devoted to the works of the Dark Lord. I know her heart, she dislikes the entire matter much more than she'll ever let out. As long as she does as I wish and remains out of the way I will keep these feelings of hers to myself the second she decides to intervene…I spill.

"I'm sorry," I manage, lifting my head from Draco's chest. "I shouldn't let those things get to me. I just…you…I cannot imagine…."

Draco's lips on mine cut me off, "Don't say sorry. Even though you are Voldemort's daughter you've still got a right to emotions. And just like I've shared my thoughts and emotions with you I want you to share yours with me. Knowing that I won't judge you as the others do."

Nodding I close my eyes, allowing days of exhaustion to catch up with me.

Author's Note: So I thought I'd give you guys a little taste of Part 2 of my Draco Malfoy/ Isabelle Black (now Riddle) fanfiction. I will try to update at least once a week but that might not always happen.