I dedicate this chapter to my wonderful beta, Jacque as her birthday pressie...I cant send her anything else, we live on different continents! HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACQUE!

I might be free from Dumbledore's questions, he seems to believe me, but I will never be free from my father, or from him. I remember my initiation, the day I got his mark. You know; at first I was excited, I was going to become what I always dreamed of, a death eater, one of his followers, but then I saw him.

He was sitting in a high-back chair, his legs crossed as he leered creepily over his spidery fingertips. At first I couldn't see his face, and I wasn't scared, but as soon as those shadows shifted, I froze. How could that thing lead so many?

It was horrifying, he was gruesome. He looked reptilian, he barely had a nose, it was more like splits instead. His eyes were snake-like, with slits as pupils; he was bald and had no ears. I looked all I could while not being obvious, I didn't want to stare at him, but I almost couldn't look away. It was the scariest thing that I had ever seen and yet I could almost not tear my eyes away from it, it was almost like I was in a trance.

As he spoke, he hissed, his eyes darting to each of his followers. I remember the feeling as his eyes passed over me; I felt cold, the hair stood up on the back of my neck, and goose bumps formed all over my body. I looked determinately at the ground now, I didn't want to look at him any longer, he really creeped me out.

"We are meeting here today my faithful death eaters, for the initiation of Draco Malfoy, the only son of Lucius Malfoy, a long standing member of this exclusive organisation." He hissed at the group standing in a semi-circle around him. I personally wouldn't call this an organisation, let alone an exclusive one; you don't exactly get to choose to join. But I knew better than to correct him.

As the death eaters mumbled their opinions, and a few clapped or cheered, I looked further down at my feet. My enthusiasm was gone; I didn't want to be here any more. I didn't want to get the mark; I didn't want to be a death eater. I just wanted to be me, not one of his followers, not like my father.

"Come here boy." He hissed at me, and stretched out his arm, beckoning me to come forward. I didn't know what to do; to go forward, or to run backwards. Until I felt my father push me forwards, I stayed frozen to the spot, I couldn't move. You could always trust my father to get what he wants, and at this moment, he wanted me to get the mark.

As I stumbled forwards and landed at his skeletal feet, he snatched my arm and pushed away the sleeve of my robe. Withdrawing a small dagger from his pocket, he sliced the pale skin of my inner arm and watched intently as the blood started to seep down my arm. I watched in horror as he did this, I couldn't turn back, there was no escaping, it was final I was almost a death eater.

He then pushed away the sleeve of his own robe and drew small amount of black blood from his own arm and wiped it on the blade. I saw the blade move closer to me, almost in slow motion, as he then mixed his blood with my own. Within seconds, the pain hit me as his blood started to go through me veins, and his mark started to form on my arm. I doubled over in pain, protecting my wounded arm with my body, and I could hear laughter of the death eaters around me, they were amused by my pain. I could hear my father laugh, my aunt laugh, even my mother. That was almost more painful than what I was feeling right then, my own blood relatives joyed by my pain. They were supposed to protect me from pain, not take me to it.

"You are no joined to me by blood and you will be required to immediately reply to my requests. Trust me; you will know when I call. And if you happen to accidentally tell anyone about your association with this group, or even perhaps tell someone of our plans, you will die. Do you understand that boy? I will have you dead." He hissed at me occasionally smirking.

If I had a dagger, I feel I would have killed myself right then and there. Just stab myself in my infected heart; it may have eased the pain I felt. As he said, I was bound by blood to him; I was never to be free from him.

I am going to die, I know it now. I just told Dumbledore his plans, he will know. Dumbledore knows I am connected to him, Snape could tell him, I don't want to die.

Oh yes, I decided to conceed and write this chapter anyway, even though I didn't get my 10 reviews, but oh well, I wanted to update! So please REVIEW, and I might update again, when I get another brain wave...may be a long time! I hope you liked this one!

Mwah

Queen of the Scoubies