The Path Towards Betrayal.
..:Prologue:..
She watched from afar. She was scared for him. So scared but what could she do? He was doomed ever since he first laid eyes on this barren place that they called life. The mask she wore was starting to stick to her face. Her sweat was causing her discomfort.
She examined his chiselled face. She could clearly see the fear and exhaustion in his eyes. Normally you wouldn't see any emotions but now he was unguarded. She knew what he was thinking as he kneeled before the dark lord. She had been through the same process. The memory burnt into her brain just like the dark mark was burnt into her skin.
The masses of death eaters must only add to his nervousness. Although if you were to only just walk in, you would see a picture of calm on his face. His eyes told the true story though. His jaw was moving side to side mechanically. He was starting to regret it. His calm composure was losing the fight as his eyes looked up into a pair of blood red eyes. Voldemort. She felt sorry for him. He didn't know what he was getting himself into. It was more trouble than it was worth.
She wanted to cry but of course that would be improper, especially here. The incantation being recited was the only thing she could hear. Her mind was on overload and he was all she could think about. Everything was on a stand still. Then the wand was lowered. It burnt his skin. The smell overwhelmed her and forced her to make a choking sound. She looked to see his expression. He was biting his lower lip, drawing blood. He wouldn't dare scream.
She remembered that day when she first got the mark. It hurt so much. Tears streamed down her small face but she didn't dare make a sound, not a whimper. She looked up at the dark lord afterwards. Scared to meet his gaze but curious as to his reaction. He looked proud. She looked into her soul and she saw darkness.
He got up and rolled down his sleeve, covering the ugly mark that now adorned his skin. She caught a glimpse before he did. His skin was red and the mark stood out so clearly against his pale skin. Adding to its somewhat sombre appearance. Everyone knew that if you had the mark you were possessed. The image of evil and sacrifice.
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A/N: Kinda short. What do you think?