A./N: This will be horribly short, so sorry. I felt I had to update, though.
Initiation
The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with excitement. It was time again for quidditch tryouts. Harry was now captain, and would be judging. Oliver Wood wasn't coaching this year; he was playing for the Puddlemere United Reserve team again. Olive promised Harper he'd owl often, and see her at Christmas.
Harry was seeker, Harper keeper, and Ron tried out and made extra beater. Presently, the team was walking back up to the common room. Harper, Harry, and Ron were debating teams.
"Chudley Cannons all the way!" said Ron.
Harper peeked out the window. The sun was beginning to drop. "But their colors, I mean-"
She was cut off by a looming figure. It was, of course, Snape. He looked at Ron and Harry. "Harper, can I see you in my office? Weasley, Potter, go," he snapped.
Harry looked at Ron who rolled his eyes before leaving.
Snape and Harper walked down into the dark, damp, dungeon (ugh, alliteration). He shut the door, but did not offer a chair to his niece.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," said Harper quietly, her stomach twisting into a knot.
Snape sighed, leaned against the wall, and shut his eyes. "Let's go." He held his hand out to Harper. She took it, and it seemed to her that a forest had just grown about them.
Snape led her to a circle of dark cloaked and hooded figures. In the center huddled three trembling boys in Slytherin robes. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. Snape nudged her to join them, before taking his place in the circle. A few more of Voldemort's followers appeared. Shortly after a creature slid over. Then he drew himself up, and sat in a stone chair. The hood dropped back and revealed a pale face with slits for a nose. Voldemort.
He grinned coldly at the assembled. "Friends," he hissed, "today is truly a day to celebrate. For we have an enemy joining us!" a murmur rusher over the group. "Also, Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle's sons (er, I don't know Crabbe and Goyle's first names!). Shall we begin?" his eyes glittered. "Harper?"
Harper hesitantly stepped forward. Two Death Eaters stepped forward also. One grabbed Harper's right arm and shoulders. The other took Harper's left arm, pushed up the sleeve, and presented it to Voldemort.
Before he began he looked closely at her. "Will you always follow me?" he asked, beginning.
"Yes…my lord," Harper choked.
Then Voldemort took up his wand, and branded the Dark Mark deep into Harper's left forearm.
Harper gasped and squirmed, but she did not scream. Next was Crabbe, then Goyle. Finally, Malfoy stumbled up. His eyes, wide with horror shut tight as the wand was raised.
"Lucius, tomorrow is Saturday, right?" Voldemort's cold voice sneered.
Lucius nodded, and as he did his hood fell back, revealing white hair glittering in the moonlight.
"Then tomorrow you will take these four, and train them.
***
Harper sneaked up to the common room, clutching her arm. It had to be past midnight. She and Snape had went to see Dumbledore after the meeting.
She entered the common room and saw none other than the famous trio huddled around the fire. Harry rose from his seat just as Harper dropped her arm.
"Do you know what time it is?" began Harry.
"Yes, mother," Harper retorted.
"What happened? You were gone all night!"
"Nothing. I-I just had to talk with Severus for a while. Isn't that what you do with uncles?"
"Not me," Harry said quietly.
A/N: I could write more, but I still have a writer's block on this story.