A/N: Celia's part. Editing by me.

He didn't like it here at all.

The air was oppressive here, the thick fog clinging to every inch of his body, making his very breath seem laboured. But it was more than that-the very air stunk of death, pain and ruination.

The sense of the place made him frightened deep in his gut, and Severus would have turned and fled had the shadowy figure of Lucius Malfoy not been in his view of ahead of him, requiring him to follow, to go on.

They came over a hill and he saw the tops of several crooked gravestones rise out of the mist like looming ships.

Lucius turned around, his hood slipping from his head for a brief second before he fixed it again. His cold, pale eyes stared into Severus's emotionless black ones. Emotionless on the outside, that was good, because his insides were blazing with fear.

"We have come, master" Lucius said, and Severus found himself surrounded by cloaked figures with white masks, which eerily reflected the moonlight. He looked up just in time to see the figure step out of the fog and into the circle. His heart rate sped up dangerously.

Severus desperately tried to think of a reason not to do this, but he knew no one would care what the hell he did anyway. If he turned around and went back to Hogwarts, what would there be to gain? Nothing. They would all just laugh at him, just like they always had. But he would show them. He was better than all of them, those filthy Mudbloods and Muggle lovers.

And all of a sudden, the hatred that Severus had lost along with his appetite upon leaving Hogwarts with Lucius to go here came back with a strong force. He was no longer afraid, he was feverishly excited.

The proceedings were fairly simple. Lord Voldemort asked him if he believed himself worthy, Lucius vouched for him, and the Cruciatus Curse was performed on him. Severus didn't mind. His own father had performed the curse on him several times. Voldemort seemed impressed and beckoned him off the ground.

Severus came over to Voldemort, who took his left arm and twisted it so that the forearm was facing upwards. He then rolled up the sleeve of Severus's robe, past the marks, now scabbing over on his painfully thin wrist, and up to the crook of his elbow. Taking his finger, the Dark Lord pressed on Severus's forearm.

As he felt the burning in his arm start to subside, something happened. Severus found himself looking down on himself, only it was not him anymore. The person getting the Dark Mark burned into him had blond hair slicked back on his head, was wearing a smirk on his flawless face, and had pale blue eyes.

It was Draco Malfoy.

Severus awoke in his private chambers, shivering with cold sweat running down his body. He noticed his blankets had fallen to the floor beside his bed and retrieved them.

Severus tried to be calm, but he couldn't stop his body from shaking and it was a while before he got it back under control.

He had had nightmares before, sure - he could probably start a filing cabinet of them. Lately, he never got a break from them. He thought that they had started around the time that Lucius had mentioned to him in passing how Draco was getting to 'that age.' Lucius. He was the main manipulator in all of this, wasn't he? Always had been, the bastard. How many people had he recruited for the Dark Lord?

This dream had been different from the others though. It had been so clear, so vivid, as if the horrible event had just taken place yesterday. This had also been the first time Draco was featured in one of his nightmares.

Severus suddenly started to sweat again intensely for no apparent reason. But he had a strong sixth sense and he knew why.

Something bad had just happened tonight.

And he thought he knew what it was.

Damn, I love that girl! Props to Celia for kicking my ass on this chapter!