Harry Potter and the Troublesome Evie
By Trephinia Cealyn
Chapter 9 | Marco de Scoro
"We're so glad you're home Draco." Narcissa said supervising the unpacking of Draco's trunk. Draco was at his desk writing to Ginny.
"Hush mother I'm writing." Draco said.
"Don't hush me." Narcissa shooed the servants out. "You're lucky you're an only child boy. Or else you would have died ages ago." She walked out slamming the door behind her. Draco flinched. Sixteenth birthday. I'll be 16 tonight. He shivered and pulled his cloak tighter around him. Sixteen, what a horrid number. Draco put down his quill and walked over to his bed. He climbed in and pulled the covers over his head. Sixteen… anything but sixteen.
"Wake up!" Narcissa yelled pulling off the covers. "It's almost 8:00, you've been sleeping since you got home!" She pulled on his arm, careful to dig her nails into his wrist opening up a few veins on the way. Draco bit his lip to stop from screaming in pain. "You lazy boy!" she dragged him from the room. "The ceremony takes place in 2 hours and you've got your lazy arse in bed!" she pulled him down to the wash room. "Go clean yourself up and be in the dungeons the next hour!" She tossed him his cloak and stormed off down the hall.
"Wonderful." Draco mused. He turned on the bath and sprinkled in the smelling salts that gave him his sexy aroma. "Pure wonder." He stepped out of his clothes and into the bath wincing as the water poured into half healed cuts.
"Are you ready yet boy?" Narcissa yelled through the door. Draco washed himself quickly and then pulled on the clean clothes. He pulled a comb through his wet hair and ran to the dungeons. "Finally." Narcissa said when he arrived. She pulled his hood up over his eyes and pushed him into The Room.
The Room shouldn't have even been considered a room, more like a big closet. The walls, once white, were now splattered with blood from past victims. This is where it'll happen. Draco stepped up to the one piece of furniture in the room; a small table.
"Is he ready?" a cold snake like voice asked Narcissa. Draco shuddered visibly. Voldemort.
"Dracky!" Draco looked up. Evie… here? Oh no… please no. But there she was, running across the room towards him. Lucious stopped her before she reached him.
"Come back here Evelyn." Voldemort said commanded calmly. "I brought you because you said you'd be quiet."
"Sorry Daddy." She skipped back over to Voldemort and pulled his robes around her. "Evie's hiding." She giggled and sat between his legs. "Can't find Evie."
"What- Evelyn – What are you doing?" Voldemort said tripping over her.
"Hiding Daddy!" she crawled after him. A few Death Eaters snickered. She pulled on his cloak.
"Evelyn unhand my cloak!" Voldemort yelled angrily and pulled the cloak from her. "You're so lucky you're not 16 child." Evie started to cry.
"Daddy doesn't like Evie!"
"I love you Evelyn." Voldemort said trying to console her.
"No!" she insisted. "NO, NO, NO!"
"Malfoy take care of this!" Voldemort commanded. Evie ran over to Draco and hid in his cloak. Draco pulled her onto her feet and pretended to dry her tears.
"Evie what are you doing her." Draco whispered.
"Evie came to watch Dracky!" Evie said whispering.
"Evie you don't want to see what they're going to do to me." Draco held onto her shoulders, his knuckles turning white.
"What are the Birdies going to do Dracky?" Evie looked at his death grip on her shoulders. "Dracky hurting Evie."
"They're going to give me the Dark Mark!"
Evie stared at him and finally said, "That's bad." She ran off over to Voldemort. Draco shook his head sadly.
"Stop stalling." Voldemort waved his wand idly. "I've got other things to attend to."
Draco nodded and walked up to the table, he took a deep breath and reached for the dagger. The dagger was long with a green handle, it had a silver snake running up the side. Perfect for Slytherins, just perfect. He held it poised over his left bicep. He traced the Dark Mark pushing the dagger into his skin. The blood trickled onto a puddle into the floor. There's not time for protest. Not with Voldemort right there… he'll threaten someone I love, someone like Ginny. Clenching his teeth he set the dagger down. He picked up his wand and tried to remember the spell.
"Serpents and Snakes
Poison and wine
Wait for me to take
What is rightfully mine."
A green transparent ribbon pushed out of the wand slowly forming into a snake. It floated around Draco and finally pushed itself into his skin, right above the Dark Mark. Draco clamped his mouth shut. The snake moved slowly and then the tip of the tail disappeared. Draco watched as the snakes head reappeared for a moment and then disappeared in the skin. Draco set down his wand and picked up the Potion. He tipped the cup and the potion spilled out splattering over his skin. It burns. His skin started to bubble and the bubbling subsided. And all that was left was the Dark Mark.
