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HOPE YOU LIKE AND IF YOU KNOW HOW PEOPLE GET THE DARK MARK, THE PROCEDURE WOULD BE GREATLY APRECITAED!


"But Hermione, that's ALL that I want…." Ginny whined to her overly-intelligent friend.

"I get the fact that you want a boyfriend, but why a GOTHIC one?" Hermione was bewildered.

"I didn't say gothic Hermione, I said I want a boyfriend that's artistic, has dark hair, and he has to be sweet." She sighed as she imagined the perfect guy, sweet and sensitive, but not a wimp, smart and outgoing, and he had to have some kind of talent. She had high standards, so she didn't want anyone boring.

Ginny and Hermione both jumped when one of Ginny's brothers, Ron, walked in the room.

"Yeah, really?" Ron raised an eyebrow, "Well, give it up, your not getting a boyfriend as long as I'm alive, especially not a GOTHIC one…" Ron laughed, "Gosh, Ginny, wait until Percy gets a load of this…."

"RON I did not say gothic!" Ginny stood up, her cheeks were as red as her hair and her white, silk, night gown was flowing our her slim, fifteen-year old body, "And anyways, how come you get to out with Hermione?"

"Because we are older than you," Ron sat down on the couch, "we're about to be sixth years!" Ron added..

"Yeah, well, you started dating her a year ago, when you were my age." Ginny crossed her arms across her small chest.

"Go away, Ginny," Ron knew he couldn't win, "Me and Hermione have stuff to do."

"Yeah, like snog each other to death!" Ginny screamed as Ron pushed her out of the room.

"Wake-up! Harry, wake- up!" Bellatrix shook Harry violently. "Harry!"

Harry shot up, breathing loudly, "What the hell? Bella?"

"Are you ok, Young Master?" Bellatrix asked, "You were having another one of your dreams. You were yelling about having a gothic boyfriend…Is it Draco?"

"What?" Harry put his hand over his face remembering the petite red head.

"Awwwwwwwwwww…..That's so sweet!" Bellatrix cooed. "Harry Potter had a boyfriend!"

"I do not have a boyfriend!" Harry shot.

"Is it Draco?" Bellatrix laughed horribly, "Who will be taking who's name? Harry Malfoy? Ewwww….no. Draco Potter? Much better."

"I'm not dating Draco!" Harry got up and put his black dress robes on and tried to flatten his unruly hair, when he realized this task was impossible he got frustrated and yelled, "AND GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY ROOM! WHO LET YOU IN HERE ANYWAYS?"

"Oh, someone is getting hormonal, aren't they?" Bellatrix turned to walk out the door, "I just came to tell you that you're late for your little breakfast with Vold- err, Tom, and he's not very happy."

"Shit." Harry ran out the door to his left and sprinted down the concrete corridor.

When he got to the door he took a deep breath before entering, he knew that tom hated it when people were late, even Harry, who he was usually very merciful to.

He pushed open both of the stone doors and saw a very pissed off Tom. Bellatrix walked up behind Harry and whispered in his ear, "He's mad."

Harry cocked his head to look at Bellatrix, she was the closest thing he'd ever had to a mother, which was something he'd always wanted desperately. The only drawback was she tended to get very annoying and he found himself wanting to claw out her eyes from time to time.

"Sir," Harry started to explain why he was late.

"Don't-" Tom dropped his fork and stood upon Harry's presence, "Don't even talk."

Harry just stood there with Bellatrix behind him, he didn't know whether to sit down or to stay where he was. After no one did anything for several minutes Bellatrix walked over to where her master was sitting and bowed.

"Is there anything I can do for you, My Lord?" Bellatrix sucked up, she desperately wanted to stay and see the scene that Tom was about to make.

"No," Tom pulled out the only two chairs, he sat in one and offered the other one to Bellatrix, leaving Harry standing at the door with a clenched jaw.

"So, Bell, how are you doing this morning?" Tom smiled evilly, "Want some breakfast?" Tom offered her Harry's breakfast, which she graciously gulped down in a few big bites.

Harry was hungry and watching Tom eat his breakfast painstakingly slow wasn't helping.

After thirty minutes of standing and watching someone else eat his breakfast, Harry said something, "Sir, I'm sorry that I was late."

Tom turned his head slowly, "Come here."He had an evil glint in his eye, Bellatrix smiled giantly, and suddenly Harry wished he hadn't said anything.

Harry took a deep breath and walked over to where his master was sitting, "Yes?"

"Bell, kids have no respect these days…" Tom looked at the woman sitting next to him.

Bellatrix licked the maple syrup off her finger, "What do you mean?"

"He didn't even bow…" Tom took a big sip of milk.

"Damn." Harry mumbled to himself as he bowed. He could tell today was going to be difficult.

"Look at me." Tom grabbed Harry's face and forced him to look into his eyes. Harry hated his eyes. It wasn't that he was ugly, no, he looked like any normal wizard, actually he looked like a thirty year old version of Harry. It was just his eyes, they made Harry's stomach churn, his brain shut off for a minute, and his heart skip a beat. They weren't red, they were pure black, like an empty void, and when Harry looked into them he couldn't think.

Harry knew that he was trying to get into his mind. And to be frank, Harry sucked at Occumelecy. He tried to put up walls, he tried to block him out, but Tom was incredibly powerful, very possibly the most powerful wizard on earth and Harry was no match.

Tom let go of the boy's face, "You had a dream last night. About a little redhead and her friends, I know her name to be Ginny, Ginny Weasley. She's a Gryffindor, no future there. She is a full blood, but she's on Dumbledore's side. Cute little bitch, huh?"

"Sure." Harry didn't like talking about his dreams.

"Well, if you don't want to talk about her, then there is that matter about you being late. Come here."

Harry took a step closer to Tom.

"Closer."

Another step.

"Closer."

Another step.

"Get close I need to tell you a secret." Tom told Harry.

Harry couldn't possibly get any closer and he was expecting Tom to tell him something when..

Slap.

Harry fell back two feet; he had just been hit hard by Tom, who wasn't in the least bit week. He was tired and just wanted to stay where he was, but he got up.

"I'm sorry that I was late." Harry kept his eyes on the ground.

"Well, I guess I'll let it go, but only because today is your big day." Tom smiled, "And get up Bell, Harry needs to sit there."

Bellatrix stood up, scowling. As Tom talked to Harry about what he would be doing that day, Bellatrix walked to the other side of the room passing Tom first, then, as she passed Harry she whispered, "Draco."

"Shut up!" Harry yelled.

"Excuse me?" Tom asked, standing up, he was about to cuss Harry out when Harry stood up, "Sorry sir, err, not sir, Master, Lord, whatever, I was talking to Bellatrix."

"And why exactly did you have to tell Bell to shut up?" Tom asked.

"Well, she thinks I'm going out with Draco." Harry's cheeks turned bright red.

"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!" Tom yelled, "BELLATRIX GET OUT!"

Tom sat back down as Bellatrix scrambled from the room, "Now that there are no more distractions in the room, I can tell you what I've been trying to since I woke up this morning. Just for your own personal safety though, I am in a very bad mood, and finding out your gay didn't help, so don't piss me off."

"I'm not gay…." Harry mumbled, mad that this little joke was going so far.

Tom back-handed Harry, "Didn't I tell you not to piss me off? Now, what you're going to do is today you are going to be receiving the Dark Mark, of course, and in two day you'll be going off to The Black Manor. You're going to go under the Polyjuice Potion as one of my Death Eaters, Peter Pettigrew, he's a pitiful little thing, so they won't think that they will need a lot of people to take him down. But since it will be your magic they'll be wrong and possibly dead. Get in there, kill Albus Dumbledore, and get out, if anyone gets in your way, kill them, too. There will be back up Death Eaters down the street, of course I have know doubt in your ability to fight, so I don't think you'll be needing them. As long as you eliminate Dumbledore, you will be rewarded, but if you don't succeed, well, I don't think we need to worry about that, do we?"

"Of course not." Harry analyzed these words in his head before he said them to make sure that he wouldn't get slapped again.

"There's just one catch." Tom rubbed his chin, "I want you to bring back the girl I was talking about before."

"Who?" Harry had no idea who he was talking about.

"Ginny Weasley."


Review Responses :

CALIbasketball1 : Ginny it up? That better have sounded VERY good in your head. Lol.

Werewolf777 : : -) :-)

Yep, that's it, only two reviews…pitiful…. :-(

IM NOT POSTING THE NEXT CHPTER UNTIL I GET FIVE REIVEWS!

Does anyone know how people get the Dark Mark?

-Whit