Story Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They were created within the confines of J.k. Rowling's mind, and she did a wonderful job. Therefore, I give credit where credit is due. Now, I'm sure you came here for other reasons than to just read a silly disclaimer. On to our main event, my friends.
Chapter Two
Another chorus of pop's announced the group's arrival at their destination, the circle still formed around Selene and her father, Nicholae Kardis. But, now, they were joined by another, a man sitting in an armchair covered in sleek, black vinyl, and a sneer spread across his lips. His eerie, snake-like eyes were a brilliant garnet in color, and his nose resembled that of a snake or some other reptile, "Nicholae, you and your group have been gone quite some time. It seems your daughter, though young as she is, is still well-trained. I expected no less, of course..." His voice came out a low hiss, his sneer remaining in it's place on his lips.
Nicholae bowed his head once, pride gleaming in his eyes, and a smirk slipping onto Selene's lips as she bowed, one knee touching the floor and her head bending low, "My Lord..." She murmured, eyes fixed on the floor in front of her.
She did not stay there long, before another pop was heard, and a chuckle arose in the seated man's throat, "Arise, young Kardis, and pledge your alliengance to me, your Dark Lord, Voldemort..." He hissed, beckoning her forward with a wave of his hand, Selene standing to her feet once more.
As her shoulder's straightened, so did her neck, her chin lifting proudly as her father had always taught her to hold herself, making her seem a bit taller than she really was. She did not bother to see who else had arrived in the room, but instead stepped forward, bowing her head once and kneeling by the side of Lord Voldemort's chair, offering her bared forearm to him, her eyes remaining downcast.
Voldemort nodded, pleased at the discipline and obedience she showed, and the lack of hesitation shown in both her stance and expressions. Her lifted his own wand and pressed it to her forearm, muttering softly. With this, a black mark began to form on her arm. First, a skull could be seen, the black ink a stark contrast to the girl's fair, porcelain skin. As he pressed harder on the wand, the skull's mouth opened and a serpent slipped from the depths, making it's way down her forearm.
She winced with each new addition, but her only indication of her discomfort was the clenching of her jaw and her eyes being squeezed shut. When she felt the wand pulled away from her arm, she opened her eyes, slowly looking down at the mark on her forearm, the mark of the Dark Lord Voldemort. There was no taking back her vow to fight for the Dark Lord, now, not after passing his test and taking his mark.
She stood when the Dark Lord waved his hand, and stepped back, away from the chair, only then allowing herself to see who had apparated into the room before she'd knelt before Lord Voldemort. Silver-blue eyes clashed with her black-violet orbs as she found the new additions to the room. Two males, one older than the other, stood off to the side, away from the group that had just entered.
The younger was the one who'd caught Selene's gaze, his eyes narrowed and his glare icy cold, while a strand of his smooth, platinum-blonde hair fell over his forehead and to the side of his right eye. The man beside him had the same icy-blue eyes and pale blonde hair, only his was long, held in a ponytail at the nape of his neck, while the younger's hair was cut off at his chin, framing his fair-skinned face, his lips twisted into a smirk.
Chuckling, Lord Voldemort turned to cast his gaze on the newcomers, "Ah, Lucius, welcome. You and your son are late. I was wondering where you'd gone..." He drawled, before pointing his wand at the elder of the two and without a moment's hesitation, "Crucio!" He cried, sending the one he'd called Lucius to his knees, facial features twisted into a look of pain.
As quickly as the pain had come, it subsided, as Voldemort lowered his wand, smirking with a satisfied gleam in his eyes, "Now, next time you will not be late, will you, Lucius Malfoy?" He did not receive anymore of answer than a simple nod from the elder, obviously Lucius Malfoy.
This seemed to satisfy the infamous Dark Lord, and he turned his attention to the younger male standing at Lucius's side, "Draco Malfoy. You did not do as I told you. You allowed Severus Snape to carry out your mission. Considering the fact that Albus Dumbledore is in fact gone, now, and you did not allow him to get away, I will let this pass. This time. But, you will make it up... I have a new mission for you. Let us hope you do not fail this one, as well." He said, looking first at Draco, then to Selene.
Draco Malfoy placed an arm in front of him, across his stomach, and bowed slightly, "Yes, my Lord. What is it you wish me to do?" He questioned, his head remaining bowed in a seemingly repsectful manner, though on the inside he was steaming.
Another deeply amused chuckle could be heard from Lord Voldemort as he watched Draco, then nodded once, "Harry Potter. He is the last thing standing in my way now that Albus is gone. I want him gone, as well. And, you will be the one to do it. But, this time, I will not trust you to do it on your own. Besides, I need to trust a new recruit's loyalty..." Here, her paused, and glanced at Selene, who's eyes widened slightly, before continuing, "Selene Kardis. Draco Malfoy. You are to rid me of that annoyance, Harry Potter. If you cannot do this, the consequences will be devestating..." He warned, smirking malevolantly, before waving a hand dismissively, "You may all go."
Selene shot a glare at Draco, one he willingly returned, before a hand appeared on her shoulder. It was her father. Without a word, the two exchanged glances, and with a pop they were gone, the others in the room disappearing as well, returning to their own homes.
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Author's Ending Note: Hope you're liking it so far, everyone. Don't forget to read and review. I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can get around to it. Promise.
