The storm rolled in suddenly as daybreak came. It was the night of Ravyns change. She sat in her father's room with Bellatrix, Lucius, Fenrir, and Snape. She felt a tension rise in her chest as she waited almost excited. This would change her life forever. She had a vow to herself though…the dark prince would fall. She would make him fall and all others would pay as well. Her thoughts went to her abdomen and she flinched at the memory of the wounds there and how they were inflicted. She glanced at the occupants of room.

"Father I think it's time you told me exactly what's going on." She asked curiously as she watched him just smile watching something outside the window. He turned slowly to her his smile unwavering.

He motioned for Fenrir to bring the robe for her and nodded to his daughter for him to hand it over." Put the robe on. We are going to leave now. I will explain once we get to the ceremony sight" He dismissed them as he helped Ravyn slipped on the robe she tried to control herself to not shake has her nerves began to take over.

As they filed out of the room in their robes she realized it was to hide her appearance as they got outside of the castle. She felt the prying eyes of curious death eaters. Curious of her, who wouldn't be, Malfoy, she smelled him that distinct Malfoy smell she could not describe. She didn't see him though she knew they had gone by his room though. She stiffened and then exhaled passing through the door of the castle to the outside world. She didn't know how long it had been since she had been outside and longed to just roll in the grass with an uncanny need. She breathed in the fresh air deeply and closed her eyes as she continued to follow her father letting the night wrap around her to calm her as she saw the small stone building over by the large hill not a far distance from the castle. She dared a glance back at the castle and smirked seeing the heads in the windows, oh they would see much more of her then they wanted soon enough.

They walked into the small building one by one. A simple room a simple building built long before she could tell by the stained stones and smell of dirt and plants that had seeped in growing over the stone. In the center of the room lay a stone slab a table almost she glanced at the others. It was like a sacrificing table, her eyes wandered to the other occupants who looked apprehensive as well especially Snape who looked at her and she hardened her gaze at him. She would do this. She would win, she had it all worked out and oh how revenge would be sweet. She would have the power to do anything she wished and no matter what side you were on, she would get what she was after.

"Come daughter, lay down. Let us begin" Voldemort called her attention to him as he gestured towards the table. She raised her head confidently and slid the robe from her body in her ragged clothes from when she was tortured by Draco. That name sealed it all and she quickly climbed the table. Voldemort placed her arms out legs straight and he smiled as he saw her flinch in pain as he touched her arm. The searing pain shooting through her.

"It will stop now. Your true form will be reborn, as who you should be," His tone was almost that of a father except it wasn't for but himself he was happy. She was his ultimate weapon and now he was unstoppable.

Her eyes scanned the others Bellatrix looked pleased but nervous and Lucius just eyed her and her eyes narrowed in a promise he did not like. Then came Snape and his eyes almost pleaded and begged her. He didn't get it. He was banned from telling the Order anything and by the time he could it would be too late. He would understand in the end.

Her thoughts were cut off once her fathers wand touched her arm and she let out a blood curdling scream her eyes clamped shut in pain it felt like a sharp sword cutting through her arm slowly it throbbed through her body and she looked down breathing heavy as her skin bubbled making her shiver and watched slowly as the black mark began to rise through her skin slowly and she took heavy breaths, then she heard the words being filtered around through the others. Her eyes swung to each of them as she listened.

"Bloods of thy kin

Ancestors awaken anew

Rise and bless her thy gifts

Walk again reborn from the soils of your land

Her flesh your flesh, her blood your blood

Her soul your soul

Walk within her bones

Gracing the world with your majesty

Reborn again thy Queen of Fey

Sorceress of Avalon"

She watched listening realizing as she thought they all did but her father knew what was happening. She was a descendant of Morgaine. Morgan le Fey, the famed Goddess of War, Queen of Avalon, Priestess of the Goddess. A world famed Witch and sorceress who was known for her ruthlessness, her conspiracy to over throw her brother King Arthur and bore a child of incest with me. The most famous Witch and Fey in their history. She smiled realizing who she truly was and watching as the four of them raised their hands with blades and sliced their palms, blood magic.

Blood magic was as black there was magic wise. Blood magic meant using blood to seal a spell and sealed your fate as a black wizard or witch. It was cliché and murderous most times. Blood magic gave you a black soul she took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she felt the drops of blood fall on her skin. It burned like acid on her and she cried out as the room began to spin. Ravyn felt like she was coming out of her skin her back arched as a red glow started around her body shining out of her fingertips and toes her eyes opened as the power of the magic lifted her off the slab as the red glow filed the room and it shinned through her eyes and mouth even. The force of it raised her off the slab but she was in a trance and she was raised up into the air as you could see the magic and a slight wind swirl around her, her arms still extended out as it began to twirl her around shots of red light shooting out from her.

Voldemort stood and smiled happily and began to chuckle as the other three stood back watching. It got louder as they all watched her change and Voldemorts glee grew. Her hair turned jet black her skin paled all her scars and wounds of torture healed revealing smooth creamy flesh. The dark mark now on her arm shinned as well as her clothes changed as well turning into a black sheet falling to the stone table as her naked body swirled around healing. Even the scars she kept hidden that only Snape knew of were gone. Voldemort clapped happily laughing jovially, as they watched her descend down and lay on the stone table again and Voldemort picked up the sheet covering her as she lay unconscious. He looked at her arm and saw the dark mark and he ran a hand through the onyx tresses he had named her for. He looked at her eyes and those to were the catlike green he had remembered a clear sign of the animagus in her and for the first time in his life he boasted with a parental pride. He had made her. She was his gift; together they would rule the world.

Everyone stayed pinned the windows, hearing her screams the red glow of lights and Voldemorts manic laughter coming from the building outside the castle. Not knowing what the hell was going on evidentially it was much more then just receiving the Dark Mark. Draco became nervous as her saw the hooded figures returning Snape was carrying Ravyn. He swallowed. She had done it, he thought maybe it was a trick, but the bitch had actually joined them

"You and she will be great together…."

"I shall reward you…"

He licked his lips. He would wait and see exactly what Voldemort had done to her. How powerful and how much clout she actually carried. Draco knew though that things were about to get interesting.