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"He is here" Narcissa whisper to me with a small tremble in her voice.

I didn't have to ask who and felt the blood in my face being drained. I was scared but tried to hide it behind a blank expression. The letter was a trap so I would come in the Manor for my initiation to the ranks, "Voldie" wanted me to receive the Mark. Cold sweat run through my whole body, a little voice inside me screaming to run away, far far away but my feet weren't agreeing with the statement.

I took a deep breath to calm myself and gave my aunt my best smile, one of us had to be the strong one. "Cissy, please take me to him" I said with my voice steady

Surprised my aunt took my hand and led me out from the parlor to the sitting area down the corridor. I knew every nook and cranny of the Manor since I spend most of my childhood in there. Though this time my Auror trained mind was remembering every single hidden door, passage for a quick escape. I wasn't ready to receive the Mark, I wasn't ready to choose a side. I didn't want to decide my role in the upcoming war. Walking down the corridor my feet were becoming heavier and heavier and I felt like I was going to my place of execution, wasn't far from the truth really when "Voldie" would use Legilimency to look inside my mind I would be as good as dead.

Cissy with trembled hands open the door, walking in first as if to protect me from my fate, my schooled facial features turned serious and I was sure that now I looked more like Father than Mother. The large room although filled with candles and the fireplace lit felt dark and cold. Four people were inside, not counting Cissy, who was still in front of me but closer than any other, to my surprise Bellatrix was there and so was Lucius both looking haunted and crazy though Bellatrix more comfortable and excited than the dreadful looking Lucius. Next to them was Draco, looking so pale that made me want to run to him and hug him, to tell him everything was going to be alright. The last person in the room was none other than The Man That Refused To Die.

"Voldie" stretched his arm towards me and beckoned me to come closer to him. I bit my lip hard enough that drew blood and willed myself to move feeling very shaky. You are a Slytherin, I scolded myself, you are not allowed to show weakness. When I reached close enough I knew I was expected to kneel but exposing the back of my neck or lose from my eyesight to this man made me nervous beyond compare.

I looked deep into the red eyes mesmerized a bit, mostly scared his face was showing anything but his eyes were filled with amusement. His eyes travelled down my body making me feel like I was a piece of meat, living 8 years with the Slytherins' though made somewhat comfortable to that feeling because they only looked but never touched. He broke the silence after his lustful assessment.

"Miss Godric, I must say you grew up to be a beautiful young lady. It's really fortunate that you mix beauty with intelligence." his praise was raised by his Slytherin charm, too bad he was old and missing and nose though.

For some reason I would never understand I decided to answer like this.

"Thank you, Mister Riddle. Your praise is most welcome, since you were once beautiful and intelligent." my answer made the room colder and Bellatrix hissed and turned to see her pulling her wand out.

Mine was already in my hand since I Flooed into the Manor though heed behind the sleeves of my black robes.

"Bella, please relax I'm sure Miss Godric meant no harm. She knows me only by reputation and been ambushed like that has made her rather, I would say… nervous." his calm demeanor scared me. Slytherin calm, usually hides anger which means pain for the opponent. He turned his attention back to me.

"Miss Godric, I would advise you to never call me by that name again. It would be unfortunate to have your lovely face painted with pain" and he grace me with a frightful smile.

"Of course, I would want that to happened either. So, how you would you prefer to call you, Sir?" the voice inside my head was freaking out Why the FUCK are antagonize him? Do you have a death wish?

The mirth in his eyes widened, great now he thinks I'm entertaining.

"Well, you have three choices My Lord, Master or my new personal favorite Voldie"

My hold body froze, truth be told I didn't build a very thick wall inside my head but I was sure I would at least caught him while he tried to get in. Apparently not, at that moment I wasn't just scared I was petrified. How much did he see ? How much did he know ? Was this conversation was just an entertainment before he Avada Kedavra me ?

"Don't worry so much, little witch, you are as I said veryintelligent and your mind walls very strong I only heard your nickname for me when you enter the Manor." he said soothingly.

"Why are you so honest ? You could have left me to believe you were inside my head?" even though grateful for his sudden honesty, I was suspicious of his very nature.

"I don't think ANY relationship must be based on lies? Don't you think, little one?"

"I find hard to believe you use honest with all your subj…. followers" I countered slowly trying to be polite.

"Well, yes idiots don't need the truth they need to follow orders." I somehow knew that was the end of that conversation so I remained silent.

After a few moments of silence and his wondering eyes again on my whole body he spoke.

"Do you know why you are summoned then?"

"I believe so, Sir"

I didn't even have time to think before pain shot through my body. A nonverbal and wandless Crucio was cast from a very calm looking Dark Lord. I fell on the floor hugging my body not letting my screams escape my mouth and looked defiantly back to him. Then I heard an agonized voice saying 'Please stop' that was definitely not my own but from a male and then pain seized.

"My Lord, please forgive her she hasn't had the time to get accustomed to call you those names" I felt the male voice approach but the pain leaving my body made me unable to recognize it yet.

Then two hands wrapped me around a hug holding me close to their chest. I only had to smell to recognize Draco's scent, it felt familiar and soothing while I was trying not to faint.

"I already gave her a choice to what she could call me and she didn't even after I so kindly warned her, I'm not being unreasonable here, she needs to do what she is told." Voldie said with his usual voice.

I was started to feel better so I pushed Draco away, not looking at him because I had made my decision and my decision could endanger him if I didn't play this right. My hands were on the floor and I tried to get up, pain shooting on the side of my body I fell when the curse had hit me. Two broken ribs, was myassessment of my body, escape was now very difficult and dangerous to achieve. Standing steadily on my feet, my courage rouse like a lioness before a hunt. If I was going down I was going to take as many of those bastards down with me so for now all I had to do was to be pliant.

"He is right, Draco. I was rude. I'm sorry, 'Master', it would not happened again." I said calmly looking at him. I was pliant not submissive.

My "Master" looked please for a nano-second before his face return to his usual demeanor.

"Young Mister Malfoy, escort Miss Godric to her room that she will be living from now on. Miss Godric, I hope you don't object." He said almost wistful.

I shook my head "no" and let Draco help me walk, he didn't show how much of help he was though to the other in the room and I felt grateful to him not let me lose any more dignity. We walk out of the room, he close the door behind us, I tried to speak but he cover my mouth gently his hand. His index finger on his other hand motion to me to be quiet. I nodded and tried to walk again he stopped me again and I gave him a exasperated look. He gave me a small smile that didn't reach his eyes before pulling me on to him making me wrap my legs around him like a child and took me to my room.

I wanted to say thank you because my broken ribs where "killing me" but my pride kept me silent so I just wrapped my hands around his neck and heed my face. When I felt him stop and opened the door only to walk inside I was fighting hard not to cry. My pride wasn't strong enough to stop me the moment he close the door with his leg and said.

"You understand now?" his voice was soft close to breaking.

The Draco I knew back in the school would have run for the hills if a girl started crying in front of him. This Draco slid down to the floor with me in his lap and cried with me.