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The next few weeks passed by quickly and soon we had one week left till we were heading back to Hogwarts. Malfoy, Zambini and Nott were still at my home and I remained true to my word about being civil to Malfoy even though I wanted to jinx him every other minute. It was a Monday morning when my mother came walking into my room. I was sat out on my balcony with a book and some breakfast enjoying the sun that was shining brightly.

"Morgan." My mother called.

"Out here mother!" I shouted slightly.

"Morning my dear, had breakfast?" She asked obviously noticing my dirty breakfast dishes.

"I have." I replied looking up at her.

"Good. Now I must talk to you about an important issue. The dark lord is coming here this evening." She said, I was shocked but didn't show it as she continued. "He will be here to induct Draco into the death eaters." She said. Now that shocked me a lot, so much so that I wasn't able to hide it.

"But mother he is only 16! Surely that's too young?" I said as my voice went slightly high pitched. My mother shook her head.

"The dark lord has a special task for Draco, we must not question him." She said looking slightly sad. "He has asked to meet you as well but he does not wish you to be part of the death eaters yet." She said with a tone of relief in her voice. I felt a sense of relief over me but I couldn't help but feel worried about Malfoy. Soon after that my mother left, the thought of meeting the dark lord loomed over me. It wasn't long before my thoughts turned to Malfoy; I can't imagine what he must be feeling. He is too young I thought 16 is too young to be a death eater. What could Voldermort possibly want with Malfoy?

I sat mulling over my thoughts for most of the day and it was only when the sun began to set that I actually moved. I went and showered and then did my hair so it curled and framed my face. I put on light makeup but gave myself a smokey eye. I went to my closet and picked out another plain black dress that was body fitting so it showed off my curves and it fell to just above my knee. The sleeves fell to my elbow. I slipped on black peep toe heels and placed on a diamond necklace. I gave a sigh and looked at clock that hung on the wall it was 6 and Voldermort wasn't arriving until 8. Exiting my bedroom I took a right turn and headed to the library. Entering the room I was shocked to see Malfoy stood out on the balcony. He stood with his back to me, and he was dressed from head to toe in black. The only bright colour was his platinum blonde hair that was once again done perfectly. I turned to leave but his voice stopped me.

"You don't have to leave Morgan." He said. I turned back towards him and walked over to him and stood beside him. I looked at his face, he had bags under his eyes, and it looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"What do you think Morgan? I'm about to get the dark mark." He said angrily.

"Then why are you doing it?" I asked. He looked at me and his ice gray eyes bore into my hazel ones.

"Because I have to. It's the highest honour for any pureblood family, plus if I don't my family would be in danger. You are lucky you are just meeting him." He said turning back to the setting sun. Just as I was about to say something Narcissa walked into the Library.

"Oh there you two are! I was looking for you two. Morgan you will be escorting Draco into the meeting okay." And no sooner as she said that she was gone with a worried look on her face. I looked back at Draco.

"Is your mother okay?" I asked.

"No. She's extremely worried about me and father." He said with a sigh looking down at the floor. I don't know why I did what I did next. I put a comforting hand on his arm. He looked at me confused.

"I know we may not like each other, but I will be standing next to you the whole time." I said with genuine concern. He looked my hand and then to my face. "You don't have to go through this alone." I whispered. Malfoy simply nodded and I took my hand off his arm.

We remained in silence for a long time. We both just stood lost in our own thoughts, worrying about different things. I was extremely nervous over what would happen. I wasn't scared about getting hurt or punished for something because I was used to getting beating, it was Malfoy I was worried about. I don't know why I was worried about him, I didn't even like him.

It was almost 8 o'clock when my father came to fetch me and Malfoy.

"Morgan, Draco?" My father called. I turned round and walked into the main part of the library to see my father standing just inside the door wearing a black suit with a black shirt and tie.

"Father." I said.

"The Dark Lord has just arrived he wishes to see you and Draco now." My father said seriously as Draco walked into the room from outside. Draco simply nodded and we both followed my father downstairs and were told to wait outside the dinning room as my father went inside. Draco gave a shaky sigh and looked to the floor.

"It's going to be okay Malfoy. I'll be next to you the whole time." I whispered as the doors began to open. Draco nodded silently and put his arm out for me to take, I took it willingly and we walked into the dinning room.

The dinning room looked different that it usually did. Usually it felt warm and it was filled with light. It now had a chill to the air and there was no other light apart from the fireplace that was lit at the back of the room. I looked quickly around the room, my parents and Malfoy's parents were stood off over to my right, and over to my left were Bellatrix Lestrange, and a few other death eaters I hadn't seen before. In front of me stood the man himself. Lord Voldermort, his pale snake like skin reflected the light from the fire, his snake like eyes bore into me and Malfoy as we walked to the centre of the room. On his face was a cruel and cold smirk.

The two of us stopped in front of the centre of the room and bowed before him, not that I really wanted to.

"Rise Draco, Morgan." He hissed. We both rose and saw that Voldermort was now a few feet away from us. First of all Voldermort's eyes landed on me. His eye's looked me over as I stood like statue; it was a truly uncomfortable feeling.

"My, my Jason she is truly a beauty." He hissed as he walked towards me.

"Thank you my lord." My father replied. Then Voldermort grabbed hold of my chin. His long slender fingers were cold as ice; it sent a shudder through my body. He turned my head to the side.

"Yes, yes a fine beauty indeed, she will prove useful in future." He said and with that he let go of my face and walked back towards the fireplace.

"Now down to important matters. As you all know we are here for an important reason. Draco here will be given his first task and inducted into my ranks." He hissed. "His task is to find a way to get my death eaters into Hogwarts and to kill Albus Dumbledore." He said. As he said the words I had to stop myself from gasping. Kill Dumbledore? Hogwarts would never survive without him. Not to mention the muggleborns wouldn't survive.

"Once Draco has gotten rid of Dumbledore, Snape will take over as headmaster, while we work on taking over the ministry." He hissed once more. Then he turned to Malfoy. "Step forward Draco and receive the dark mark." Malfoy stepped forward while pushing his sleeve up revealing his pale forearm. Voldermort brought out his wand and pointed at his arm and whispered a spell and the next thing I knew Malfoy was on the floor screaming in agony while Voldermort watched Malfoy with an evil smirk on his face.

I looked at Malfoy as he screamed out in pain; I was shocked that no one was helping. I began to step forward but Voldermort stopped me.

"I wouldn't do that Morgan he needs to feel pain." He hissed. I began to step forward again as Malfoy cried out again but my father came to hold me back.

"Don't." He whispered in my ear. I looked up at him and saw the fear flash through his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I can't stand by and watch it happen." I whispered back and moved out of his grasp.

"You should really listen to your father Morgan." He said as I reached Malfoy's now unconscious body. Voldermort pointed his wand at me. "Crucio!" He yelled at me, a red light came straight at my chest and it knocked me back a foot or two but didn't cause me any pain. I was so used to the Cruciatus curse that I was practically immune to it, that's why Madame Pauline used physical abuse instead of using magic. I looked up at Voldermort who looked at me shocked, which was a weird sight. I smirked slightly I think I was probably the first person who didn't scream at his curse. He tried it again and the same thing happened which made me smirk wider. He tried it another three times and the same things happened.

He glared evilly at me and then him, and everyone apart from my parents and the Malfoy's apparated out. I was breathing heavily while I knelt down by Malfoy. I placed a hand on his pale forehead and noticed he was burning up.

"He's burning up." I said. My mother called for some house elves to take him up to his room. Narcissa and my mother followed while Mr. Malfoy and my father looked at me.

"That was a foolish thing you did." Lucius said. I turned to him and looked at the tired dishevelled man.

"Your son was in pain, Mr. Malfoy. I don't know about you but I was brought up to look after those in pain whether I like it or not." I said standing up straight. He looked at me coldly and exited the room leaving me and my father.

"He's right though. You should have waited Morgan; we are supposed to go through the pain. It was my own fault I should have told you that. Can you explain something to me though?" He asked.

"Of course." I answered

"How could you take so many curses? It's not possible for someone to take that many and still be standing." He said.

"It doesn't hurt when you've had it for 13years of your life." I stated "I'm going to check on Draco." I said and left the room and disappeared upstairs.

I stopped outside Malfoy's open door and listened to the two mothers that were talking in worried voices.

"That was a brave thing she did Leanne. Didn't she know not to interrupt?" Narcissa said.

"No I didn't think to tell her. I didn't realise she would do that." My mother said.

"How could she take all those curses?" Narcissa replied. "It's not possible to take that many."

"I don't know Cissy, there's a lot about Morgan that is still very unclear to me and Jason. She won't talk about her time at the orphanage." My mother said sadly. "She must have suffered greatly." Upon hearing that I was the topic of conversation I walked to the place I sought refuge. The library. I walked in and pulled out my wand and set the fire a light. I went over to the bookshelf and picked up an old version of a well known book called The Beedle and The Bard. It was one of the first books I ever read at the orphanage and reading it helped me get away from the harsh reality I suffered. I settled down to read on the chair that was by the fire.

It must have been late at night when I finally left the library to go to my room. I went to closet and changed from my dress into a pair of plaid pyjama bottoms and a tank top, as I was changing I noticed a small bruise forming on my stomach. I sighed I was used to the reminders of torture, I have countless scars on my legs and back that I cover using a charm that I learned at a young age, it usually fades during the night or fades when I'm under stress. The charm had faded now and you could see small marks on my shoulders. Looking down my arms, I had noticed to straight scars going across each wrist. I know what you are thinking. Yes I tried to kill myself, I was at extremely low point in my life, and I was only 13. Madame Pauline had just beaten me for reading after lights out, and she told me I was worthless and that I would die alone and that I was just making everyone's life worse. At that point I had believed her. I was bullied at school, I had no friends, and no one wanted to adopt me. I just thought it was easier to take myself out of the equation, I thought I had done it but then I ended up waking up in St. Mungo's 3 weeks later.

I sighed and shook my head. I was in a better place now, I had a home, and I was with people who wanted to be my family. I walked over to my bed and sank into the bed covers. After that I fell into a deep sleep.

I was sat in a room that I knew all too well. The size of the room was so small you could just about fit a bed and a wardrobe in it. I looked across the room and looked at myself in the cracked mirror that hung across on the wall. I must have been about 5 years old. My hair was a mousy brown colour and it was put into two pig tails either side off my head and I was too skinny for a 5 year old. I looked round the room at the peeling wall paper. It was grey and damp and there was water leaking from the radiator. I was just sat on my creaking bed when Madame Pauline smacked open my bedroom door. Her face was contorted with rage and her evil green eyes glared at me.

"You!" She spat and pointed a stubby finger at me and then walked over to me grabbed me by a pigtail and dragged me down the corridor and downstairs into the dinning hall and threw me in front of a girl who was sat on a chair. The girl was only a year younger than me and she was new. Madame Pauline always went easy on the new children that came. I landed on the floor with a smack. I turned over and looked up wide eyed at Madame Pauline, who had whipped out her wand.

"This is what happens when you ask for more food." She growled. "Crucio!" she yelled and it felt like I was being ripped in two. An ear shattering scream escaped my lips. The pain lasted a minute or so before it subsided.

"Wh...Why?" I asked. She looked down at me with a sneer.

"Are you talking back to me girl?" She sneered.

"No..no..I" I stuttered.

"Crucio!" She yelled and I released another scream that echoed around the room.

"Please...Please...Stop." I whimpered, but she didn't listen she carried on torturing me for about 15 more minutes. I don't know how I survived. She yelled at the other children and then grabbed me by my hair and dragged me back up the stairs bruising my already hurting back while I screamed and protested all the way.

"Morgan!" A voice shook me from my slumber. I groaned.

"Morgan!" The voice said again. I opened my eyes to see my mother with a very worried look on her face.

"Mum?" I croaked.

"Are you okay Sweetheart? You were screaming." She said concerned. I looked at her and then down at my clammy hands. I tear escaped from my eye.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked brushing a piece of hair out of my face. I sighed. Maybe it would be a good thing for me to talk about. I nodded my head yes, and then began explaining my dream to her. After I had finished explaining I looked at her and her face was drained of all colour and her expression was shocked.

"Oh Morgan." She cried and pulled me into a bone crushing hug. I stiffened; I'd never had a hug before. The only form of contact I had was abusive. My mother must have realised this.

"You've really been hurt haven't you?" She said as she leaned back looking into my hazel eyes. I simply nodded. She put a gentle hand on my face. "You have a home now Morgan. You are loved here and no one will hurt you or take that away from you. That is your past; me and your father are your future. We are your family and don't forget that." She said and as she did happy tears fell from my eyes. She was right.

"Now get some sleep. You've had an eventful evening." She said while kissing my forehead. Before she left the room she turned to me. "You ever need someone to talk to you come see me." She said with a smile and left my room. I sighed and rolled over in my bed falling back to sleep.

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