Disclaimer: like I've said I own Dan, Cameron, Sam….. Clearshadow owns Serena and the munchkins.
Dan: Munchkins? As in Dunkin' Donuts Munchkins?
Me: no as in Charlie and Kali
Dan: meep *runs away*
Me: *shakes head in disgust* their only 2 years old you are such a wimp. And you call yourself a Seeker!
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The next night, Cameron was once again dragged out of the cell. Voldemort was standing there waiting.
"You my boy have a job to do" he said
"I told you I won't work for you, you'll never make me!"
"I know what you are boy! I know who you are! Don't fight it!"
Voldemort took out his wand; two Death Eaters held Cameron down and pulled the sleeve of his robes up reveling his left arm. Cameron struggled, but all his wolf strength was no match, he was weak from imprisonment and still feeling the pain of the curses. The tip of Voldemort's wand touched Cameron's skin, a burning pain shot into his arm, he tried to pull away but the Death Eaters held him down. Cameron could see the beginnings of a mark appearing on his arm, a skull was beginning to show, Voldemort was giving him the Death Mark. Suddenly however Voldemort's wand shot out of his hand missing several Death Eaters and landed sticking out of a tree trunk quivering like a freshly shot arrow. Cameron glanced at his arm, the burning still there but not as painful as it was. The Death Mark only half complete was visible on his arm. A Death Eater retrieved the wand and handed it to Voldemort. Voldemort began laughing; Cameron felt his face grow red with anger. He's taunting me, either he is truly insane or he knows something I do not. Cameron thought. Voldemort once again brought his wand onto Cameron's arm and just like before a second of burning pain then the wand was flung out of Voldemort's hands. Voldemort retrieved his wand and with a wave of his hand signaled the Death Eaters holding Cameron down off. Voldemort levitated Cameron a few feet off the ground. So he was eye level with Lord Voldemort. It felt as if a pair of invisible hands where holding Cameron by the collar of his robes. He did not struggle nor did he flinch. Cameron just stared into Voldemort's cruel angry eyes.
"You fight the mark boy. Why? Your kind is one of us. You are one of us. Where do you think you belong? Along side Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic? No! They are just using you. A werewolf half or full blood, belongs with the Dark Side! The Ministry had been after disposing of all Werewolves for thousands of years! You are a Dark Creature why do you not accept it!?"
"Because!" Cameron choked out "I want to be there to celebrate with my friends when we finally kick all your ass's!"
Voldemort sent Cameron flying into a rock and Cameron could feel his arm slice open on a sharp rock, Cameron laid dazed for a moment his eyes focused on the rock which he had cut his arm on, to his horror it wasn't a rock at all, it was a knife with a silver blade and handle.
"If you are not a werewolf or do not have werewolf blood flowing through your veins, then the silver will not affect you." Voldemort said
Pain ripped through Cameron's arms a sharp burning pain as though he had been stabbed with a red-hot knife. The pain travel up his arm and down into his heart, Cameron could feel the pain in his heart and couldn't catch his breath very well. He yelled out in agony unable to keep it to himself. It was the last thing he felt before he blacked out.
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