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Chapter 48:

Receiving A New Mark

The Third Task approached quickly, and almost all of the students were excited for the final task of the Triwizard Tournament. But as Ariella walked down to the recently transformed Quidditch Pitch, she couldn't help; but feel as if something bad was going to happen that evening. Of course, this wasn't helped by the ominous shadows that were cast by the large, over–grown hedges. The young girl shuddered, and tried to rid herself of the horrible feeling, and tried to not worry so much about Harry.

But as she watched the four champions go into the dark maze, that feeling only returned. And this was only increased when; fifteen minutes into the task, red sparks appeared, illuminating the night sky. A moment later, a professor retuned with an unconscious Fleur Delacour.

Now on edge, she jumped slightly when a dim light lit a patch far away, before distinguishing itself. Now more nervous than ever, she looked around for anything abnormal. But nothing seemed to be out of place.

"Relax! Everything's going to be fine," Theo whispered to her, grabbing her hand in his, squeezing it once comfortingly. (As she turned her head, she didn't miss the look of jealously that she got from Daphne, but chose to ignore it. She was most certainly not going to give up what little she had just for Daphne Greengrass.)

Ariella gulped, and nodded slowly.

"I guess you'r – " she started to say, but cut off abruptly as she hissed in pain. Her mark was burning, and that could not be a good thing. Looking behind her quickly, she saw Draco laughing with his friends, and realized that he probably had no idea of what was going on.

"Cover me," she spat out as the pain became practically unbearable. Her friend nodded, and she pressed her mark, feeling herself whisked away into the night. Ariella landed on the cold, wet ground.

"My Lord, here she is," a slimy voice said, and before she had time to recover, Lucius Malfoy was pulling her back onto her knees, and she found herself staring at the approaching figure of none other than Lord Voldemort.

The girl sucked in her breath, unable to comprehend what she was seeing.

"Well done, Lucius. Well done indeed," came his slippery voice, and Ariella's blood ran cold.

"Give me your arm girl!" he demanded, but before she could respond herself, Lucius had grabbed her left arm roughly, and thrust it towards his master.

As Voldemort's cold, bony fingers touched her, she just barely repressed a shudder.

"I see. You have resurrected an ancient law, therefore helping me as your lord. Now girl, are you ready to join the ranks of those much greater than yourself?" he asked, and once again, Lucius responded for her.

"Of course she is my Lord."

"Good," the Dark Lord replied, smirking as he removed his wand from his robes. Pressing it into the middle of her enslavement mark, (causing her to wince,) he grinned evilly, and said,

"Morsmordre!"

Instantly, Ariella felt pain like she had never experienced before. It started in her lower arm, and the young girl felt her original mark sink into her skin as a new, even darker mark replaced it.

Meanwhile, the original was slithering up her arm, underneath the skin, eventually resurfacing when it reached her upper arm.

As the Dark Mark was burned into her skin, and took shape, the rest of her body felt like it was on fire. As she writhed on the ground, she couldn't help but let out an ear – splitting scream; a scream that pierced the night.

When the pain finally began to less just a bit, she realized everyone's attention was no longer on her. Voldemort was talking loudly, taunting and goading someone. As she listened closely, she suddenly gasped when the person came around from a slab of stone.

As the two men cast their respective spells, and explosion caught in the middle of them, and she was now clearly able to see that Voldemort was dueling Harry.

Please let him be alright. She pleaded in her mind as various, spirited figures rose from the light.

And then it was gone…and so was Harry. Ariella sighed in relief as Voldemort yelled in frustration, and starting cursing people randomly before disapparating.

The Death Eaters followed suit, and for some reason, Lucius did not take her with him.

This left Ariella all alone in the cold, dark night. The dampness of the grass seeped into her clothes the longer she stayed there. But at the moment, she was still in too much pain to be able to do anything about her situation. She only had one thought on her mind.

What on earth had just happened?

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