Warning: Language
Godric's Hollow
By WittchWay
Draco arrived on the corner of Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley. The red head was already there waiting. He was dressed in billowing black robes and his broom was leaning against his shoulder. He was looking around anxiously, sweating slightly. He looked nervous, as he should. Draco stepped forward "Ready" the boy followed him in silence. Draco walked at a fast pace down the alley, they made it to the end of the shops and mounted their brooms. They headed due north for perhaps 25 minutes.
They were hovering over the out parcel of a small forest, cottages was scattered here and there. The last cottage house in sight they flew low getting ready to land. "Stupefy" a yell came from the ground. Ron fell to the ground stunned Draco landed next to him. "What the hell is you problem Lestrange?" other Death Eaters came forward from the trees, their wands out ready for a fight.
"How can you let someone follow you?"
"Let someone follow me? What are you stupid? Didn't you see he was right next to me? He's the new recruit you idiot."
"Oh, not very good is he." Lestrange nudged Ron with his foot.
"He wasn't expecting some minion to attack him" Draco snarled and pulled his wand, "Ennervate."
Ron stirred and sat up holding his head, moaning lightly. He dragged himself to his feet. Draco grabbed him and dragged him into the cottage, then out the back door.
Night fell as the Death Eaters gathered, each had a cloak pulled up. They eyed Ron some walked around him as if he was prey. The setting sunlight was playing through the trees, a bonfire was burning in the middle of the lot. Trees stood in an outer circle. No noise of the forest could be heard, it was so silent Ron questioned if animal really lived
there.
Ron stuck close to Draco as they waited, Draco did not introduce him to anyone, as that was not the Death Eaters way. The Death Eaters gathered in the circle on instinct. Ron stood alone in the center next to the bonfire.
"What have you brought me young Malfoy?" Lord Voldemort glided toward the boy. Draco stepped forward from his place next to his father. "My lord," Draco bowed slightly keeping his eyes on Ron. "Ron Weasley, pureblood."
Ron bowed just a little not taking his eyes from Voldemort.
"My Lord, a Weasley? Never thought I'd see one of you here." Voldemort walked around Ron circling him. Ron pulled himself to his full height, trying not to be nervous, trying not fidget.
Let the games begin.
"What have you to offer me, Ron Weasley?"
Ron looked up at the sky, he took a deep breath. "Harry Potter, my Lord, he's my best friend?" a murmur broke out in the crowd.
"And you would betray your best friend? Not very loyal are you?" Voldemort walked to stand in front of Ron poking him in the chest.
Ron looked at the sky again "Loyal only to you my Lord."
"What would your father say Weasley? Works for the ministry is that right? How do I know you're not a spy?"
Voldemort smiled, he wandered around the circle eyeing each person. His red eyes glared from under his cloak, he chuckled as if this was some grand joke, no Weasley had the guts to join them. The Weasley family was to honorable and righteous, such a good up standing moral family.
Voldemort smirked, a Weasley didn't have the balls to be a Death Eater, to kill, to commit the act of the forbidden curses. This boy was obviously sent here to spy, he would have to have a talk with young Malfoy, for he was quite sure the boy had been duped.
Ron spoke fast, he could sense Voldemorts impatience, he spun to face the Dark wizard "My father has no ambition my Lord, my brothers have no ambition. They work at their jobs because it makes them happy. Their muggle loving fools, who will never amount to anything." Ron spat with more rage that he had ever felt toward his family. Perhaps it was his bottled or pent up frustration of always having hand me downs and seconds, which brought him here tonight. Perhaps it was that need to be unassociated with the Weasley family any longer. Perhaps it was his drive to be something more than any other family member ever thought he would be. He told Voldemort as much, Ron turned red seething with rage.
Voldemort understood, he nodded, he knew. For he had had the same ambitions once. He understood the drive to out shine and to become more than anyone else thought he would be. To prove to the family that you could succeed, that you didn't need them. That family was just holding you down from following your destiny, your dreams, to make your own mark in life. The dark mark.
Voldemort turned to face Ron Weasley. Voldemort looked at him as if trying to read his mind. Perhaps his first impression had been wrong.
Ron did not break eye contact.
"You know the forbidden curse boy, to kill?"
Ron nodded, he knew them.
"Macnair, bring the girl." Macnair dragged a crying muggle girl forward, she was perhaps 5 in age. Voldemort came to stand behind Ron "Kill her." he whispered.
Ron stepped forward he did not hesitate did not even look at the girl he just called the curse, "Adava Kedavra." The rush of green light hit her, she fell to the ground in a small heap. A cold ran over Ron as he smiled and spun around to face Voldemort.
Macnair tackled Ron throwing him to the ground, Lestrange came and held his arms. Lucius Malfoy came forward with his wand to brand the boy.
"No, I'll do this myself" Voldemort pulled his own wand. Lucius burned with rage as he bowed to his place back in the circle, to be branded by Lord Voldemort himself was special. Only two other people had been branded by him, it was a mark of honor. One he did not have.
Voldemort pressed his wand to Ron's arm. Ron withered in pain on the ground. The pain seared through his arm, across his chest, down to his toes. He tried not to scream but it was there none the less. Voldemort yanked Ron to his feet, smiling "I like you Weasley, but betray me and die" he gave Ron a shove toward the circle. Ron went and stood next to Draco.
Ron looked at his arm, barely listening as the meeting went on. He looked at that mark it burned bright. It was smaller than he thought it would be. It seemed to have it's own light coming from it. He poked at it lightly, it stung. He looked up at Draco watching him, Draco smiled, raised his own sleeve and barring his own mark. Draco leaned over and looked at Ron's, he bent his head down, licked the boys Dark mark "for good luck." He whispered.
Ron smiled, he could still feel the lingering sensation of Draco's mouth on his arm. He looked up to those beautiful silver eyes of Draco's. Draco's cheeks had redden with heat, with desire, Ron shook his head, when had this happened? Draco looked so lovely to him at this moment, so inviting, he had to control himself to not throw the boy to the floor and make sweet maddening love to him right there.
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