Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I do own an adorable pug named Harry, though.
Author's note: ok, so I just wanted to make a few things clear before I get started.
Luna is part of the D.A., so she is protected through Harry's and Voldemort's Vow.
No, this is not slash. None of my stories will be slash because I myself can't stomach them.
Yes, Harry will take the Dark Mark. There is a reason behind it which will be in later chapters.
VOLDEMORT IS NOT GOOD. He is just as bad as in the books, he's just sneaky.
And lastly, thanks to MollieEmma for the mom/mum tip. I will try to remember that.
Harry stood in the back of the dining room turned conference room, the hood of his robes pulled up to hide his face. Death Eaters ambled around nervously, waiting for the arrival of their master. No one noticed him, disguised in the sea of black robes and tension.
Voldemort appeared from a door next to the head of the table, taking his seat. Around twenty Death Eaters took seats at the table after him. Several remained standing, Harry among them. Some removed their hoods and with a start Harry recognized many of them as Ministry officials or even knew them personally. Lucius Malfoy was one of them and Harry felt his lips pull back from his teeth in a silent snarl.
The chair to Voldemort's immediate right was left vacant.
"Dear friends, it is with great joy that I call this meeting," came Voldemort's high, cold voice. His face was still covered but somehow Harry knew he was sporting a triumphant smirk. Voldemort didn't full-on smile unless someone was in pain.
"We have a new member joining our ranks, one who for a long time I thought a great enemy. Now I believe he will be a prodigious ally. But our new friend is not the only one to join our ranks tonight. We have all seen our young Draco Malfoy grow up, and tonight, he too will join us."
Harry's breath caught in his throat. Malfoy was becoming a Death Eater? But Malfoy was just an arrogant git, not a murderer! Harry forced this to the back of his mind. Am I really one to talk? But Harry was trying to end a war; his reasons for joining were completely different . . .
"Now if our two honored guests would step forward?" Voldemort asked, his eyes focusing directly on Harry, red orbs all that could be seen from under his hood. Malfoy (he had his hood up, but it had to be Draco) sauntered forward, exuding confidence—or arrogance—and bowed before Voldemort. Voldemort didn't spare him a glance, keeping his eyes on Harry. He walked warily forward, head bowed, before bowing stiffly to Voldemort.
"Hold out your arms." Voldemort demanded, his eyes finally leaving Harry to look at Draco. Harry saw Malfoy shiver slightly under Voldemort's gaze from the corner of his eye. Both boys complied. Voldemort stood and moved so he was positioned in front of Draco.
He poked his wand into Malfoy's left forearm. "Morsmordre!"
Malfoy flinched but tried to hide it. Voldemort smiled. A vague shape began to form on Draco's arm. Like a painting, lines of black appeared in his skin forming a skull. A snake protruded from the tip of Voldemort's wand and slithered behind the skull and then reappeared from the skulls mouth like a warped tongue, before freezing on his arm. The whole time Malfoy whimpered and tried not to squirm.
Voldemort removed his wand. "Rise." He ordered. Draco rose and turned to face the crowd of Death Eaters. Voldemort pulled the hood of his robe down, revealing his face. "I present to you Draco Malfoy, an official member of our noble cause."
There was polite clapping and then silence.
"It seems you are all eager to find the identity of our other guest?" Voldemort smirked. "I'll not make you wait any longer then."
Voldemort turned to Harry. He touched the tip of his wand to Harry's forearm. "Morsmordre!" Pain erupted in Harry's arm. It felt like Voldemort was using a hot knife to carve the Dark Mark into his skin. Harry showed no emotion, he'd been tortured by the Cruciatus Curse multiple times. This was barely a twinge compared to that.
He watched in morbid fascination as the Dark Mark burned itself into his arm. What the hell am I getting myself into? He thought. "Rise." Voldemort commanded. Harry met his eyes briefly before standing and facing the crowd. His heart pounded in his chest. He pushed the panic down as best he could and forced his breathing to straighten out. There was no going back now. He was a Death Eater. Oh God, what have I gotten myself into? Harry thought as he felt the hood pulled back to reveal his pale face. "I present to you Harry Potter, an esteemed member of our noble cause."
Harry Potter was met with shocked silence.
oh my God! Whatever will happen next? Review please; they help a lot with getting rid of writer's block. I made up the Dark Mark scene; I don't know how they really would do it as it wasn't in any of the books. Morsmordre was the spell used in the Goblet of Fire to put the Dark Mark in the sky (I found it in the book) so I figured it'd probably be the same to put it on a person.
If it's a bit confusing to you, I understand that. This chapter takes place about a week after last chapter, not all in one night. If you have any comments, review!
A special thanks to my best friend who FINALLY bothered to read my story. Are you red now 'cause I mentioned you? I'll bet you are. HAHAHAHA!
Anyway, I'll review soon! Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukah! Have a good holiday, whatever you celebrate!