Spell for this chapter: Crucio: I torture

This one might be sad for some viewers. Sorry this is so early in the story. Good luck, Kenzye and Draco.

Kenzye's P.O.V

I see him. Lord Voldemort. I let go of Draco. Stand tall, then I strut over to an empty seat, and glare straight into his soul.

Voldemort only smiles, "Ahh. She's a keeper."

"Shut-" Draco covers my mouth and sits.

Voldemort smiles again, "Feisty, too. Good job Lucius."

Draco's dad only nods. Draco takes his hand off my mouth, and I glare at him. I see most people are scared to do.

Bellatrix, seems to like me.

"Because, you seem to favor Albus Dumbledor," Voldemort starts off, "Can you tell me what he is planning, Mackenzye?"

"No, I cannot."

He now glares at me, "What?" Draco looks at me as if he's saying, 'What are you doing?'

"I said, no." I stood up. "I AM NOT A COWARD, AND I AM NOT AFRAID TO SAY NO!"

Voldemort pulls out his wand, and the fear in my eyes show as I pull out mine.

"She's very powerful, my lord-" Draco's father says, "You'll want her here."

The snake looking man smiles, "So then I'll just...CRUCIO!"

I scream in pain and fall to the floor. Tears automatically fill my eyes, and I scream again.

Draco is in tears, but can't do anything to help.

"CRUCIO!" he yells again.

I scream. It feels like I'm being stabbed everywhere, multiple times, with a searing hot blade.

I begin to cry, "Please-"

"CRUCIO!" He smiles.

I scream, for longer this time. I am laying on the floor, in pain, as I feel the searing, hot, pain flow through me, and I scream, again.

"Bella. Your knife." I hear him say.

"Wait...Lets see." He comes so close I can smell him. Tears are streaming down my face, "Tell me what he's planning."

"n-no." I stutter out.

"Go Bella."

I feel someone roll me over, and I see Bella's face.

"Hi, princess." She says in a sing song voice.

She grabs my arm and begins to carve something into it.

I scream, loudly. Hot tears welling up again. She keeps carving, each one feeling deeper than the last.

I cry, and scream.

"STOP, I'LL TELL YOU!" I yell through carves.

I look at the word on my arm, 'Worthless'

It's bleeding, still, and it burns to hell.

"H-he's seeking h-horcruxs."

Voldemort smiles, "Thank you."

I'm still crying as I sit down, my breathing shakey. Draco grabs my hand under the table.

I look at him, and his eyes tell me, 'i'm sorry.'

I don't listen to the rest. I just sit there. Numb. Not feeling.

Then, soon enough, Draco shakes me. "We have to get tattoos."

I get up, slowly, and I trudge over there. I hold my arm out, not the one Bella carved. She carved my left one, and they are putting the dark mark on the right.

When I hold out my arm, The Dark Lord, grabs my arm and pulls me towards him, and I look into his eyes, glaring. "You ever speak to me like that again, and I WILL kill you." He whispers.

I feel a sharp pain in my arm, then I look down... the dark mark is on me.

I am now a deatheater.

Draco's p.o.v

(back to when Kenzye stood and said no)

What is she doing?! Kenzye, no! I look up at her, as she stands.

"I AM NOT A COWARD, AND I AM NOT AFRAID TO SAY NO!" She yells.

I look over and see Voldemort has pulled out his wand. I look back at Kenzye, and she pulled out hers.

"She's very powerful my lord-" My father begans to say, "You'll want her here."

I look at my father. He just saved her life.

Voldemort smiles, "So, then I'll just..." I look at Kenzye, as he yells, "CRUCIO!"

I wince as I hear her scream in pain, watch her fall to the floor.

Tears fill my own eyes, as she screams again, and looks up at me for help.

I can't bare this.

"CRUCIO!" He yells, again.

She screams loudly, as she twitches and thrashes against the floor.

She begins to cry, and I hear her say, "Please."

But, she's cut off, "CRUCIO!"

She screams, for much longer this time.

All I can do is sit here and WATCH the love of my life feel what no other should feel.

I wouldn't wish this pain on my worst enemy, but yet it's happening to her.

My thoughts are interrupted by another piercing scream from her.

"Bella. Your knife."

NOT BELLATRIX! SHE'S CRAZY! THIS ISN'T FAIR!

I stare at Aunt Bella as she makes her way over to Kenzye with her large knife.

"Wait...Let's see." He goes so close she could prob'ly smell him. Tears are streaming down her face, "Tell me what he's planning."

"n-no." she said.

JUST TELL HIM PLEASE-

"Go Bella."

Bellatrix turns her over and says in a sing song voice, "Hi princess!"

She grips her left arm, and begins to carve something into it.

Kenzye screams, and crys.

I see the letters she carves as Kenzye yells to stop.

W.

O.

R.

T.

H.

L.

E.

S.

S.

She is everything, but worthless.

"STOP I'LL TELL YOU!" I hear her scream.

Bella gets off and I can see her arm, bloody.

"H-he's seeking h-horcruxs."

Voldemort smiles, "Thank you."

She sits down, still crying. Her breathing is shakey.

I grab her hand and look into her eyes.

My eyes are screaming 'i'm sorry.'

Her eyes forgive me.

She shouldn't.

I have to shake Kenzye to get her to get up, "We have to get tattoos." I say to her gently.

She gets up slowly and walks over.

Voldemort leans in and says something, I can't hear, but Kenzye's expression does not change.

I keep looking at her face as she looks at the mark now on her right hand.

We are now deatheaters.

Everyone leaves, and when everyone is gone, I run up and hug Kenzye.

She hugs me back, and begins to cry.

Lucius mumbles, "Stupid girl." but he's known her as long as I have, and I can see the pain in his eyes.

I hold her in my arms, waiting for her to stop crying.

She doesn't, for awhile.

I hear her yawn, and so I pick her up and carry her to her room.

I lay her down on her bed, and cover her up.

"Night, Kenzye."

"Night, Draco."

I carefully shut the door, and go downstairs.

"How could you let him do that, Father?" I say, feeling the tears go down my face.

"I couldn't do anything, Draco." He says.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE! ALL I COULD DO IS SIT THERE AND WATCH HER THRASH ON THE FLOOR IN PAIN!"

My mother comes in, "Draco.."

My father turns to her, "Narcissa, go."

She shakes her head, and comes over and hugs me, as I cry into her shoulder.

"It's not f-fair." I whisper.

"I know." She says, "I know."

I hear my father leave.

Good. I don't want him here.

Kenzye's P.O.V

I wake up the next morning, in a cold sweat.

I start hyperventilating, because I feel like I can't breath.

I try to scream, but no sound comes out.

I fall onto the floor, and try to crawl to the door, trying to reach someone.

I open it and see Voldemort, and Bellatrix.

Voldemort pulls out his wand and yells , "Avada Kedavra!"

I scream.

This time I wake up screaming, and I hear the door open.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I scream, "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

I push whoever it is out of the way and grab my wand, and then point it at...

Draco?

I drop my wand, "I-I'm sorry."

"Bloody hell, Kenzye, it's okay." He whispers.

He picks up my wand, and sets it on the bedtable. He reaches for me, and I grab his hand.

"Are you hungry?" He asks. I look at my right arm, "Draco...what is our task?"

"We have to kill professor dumbledor."

"N-no." I sob, "We shouldn't have to do this."

"Mackenzye, we have to." He says gently, "He'll kill us."

I look at my left arm. It's healed, but the word 'Worthless' is scared onto my arm, for as long as I will live.

I get out of Draco's grasp, and punch the wall next to me, causing my knucks to bleed.

Because the wall is stone.

I go downstairs, my knuckles bandaged up. I look like crap, and I feel like it, too.

I clutch my wand, "Accio, Bread and Jam."

I catch the bread and jam, as it flies to me. I am to lazy this morning.

"Accio, spoon." I was going to do knife, but I'm not that stupid.

I spread the jam across the bread and then I see a house elf.

She's in tattered clothing.

"Hello, Mrs. Kenzye, I am Ivy, I am here to serve you."

I set my stuff down and crouch down to Ivy's hight.

"Hello, Ma'am." I say.

"M-Ma'am? I've never been spoken.to with such respect."

I smile softly, "You don't have to serve me, Ma'am. I am Draco's best friend, if anything I should serve you. Would you like something?"

She nods.

Draco's P.O.V

I watch her feed my house elf. This is her soft side. She only shows it when she thinks no one is looking.

She acts tough, but I know her. She's actually a very nice and beautiful person.

There is a heart of gold beyond all of that toughness.