A/N: Thank you so much ophidianvoix, LingeringLuminosity, and wolfishgirl for your reviews/comments. I really appreciate the feedback.I'm sorry I haven't updated this more often, but I will try to keep my updates more frequent. Oh and the formatting may be a bit off because I wrote this on Notes, but any who, please enjoy!

"Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort." - J.K. Rowling

Sixteen years. Sixteen years of training, fighting, and learning, all for this moment. Sixteen years of "Crucio" ringing through the air. For sixteen years, the tan, smooth skin on my left arm remained bare, a constant reminder that I wasn't good enough to join his most loyal followers.

I rubbed the skin, and smiled happily. Today I would no longer be hidden in the shadows, but recognized by the Dark Lord.

Since the day I was born, everyone thought I was just an orphan the Dark Lord allowed to live, but now they would recognize me for who I am.

I shook my head, releasing me from my reflecting, and I pushed through the heavy, mahogany doors.

All of the Death Eaters stood around in a circle listening to something amazing the Dark Lord was saying. At the sound of the doors opening, Lucius whipped his head to face me, and his long, white blonde hair trailed behind him.

"Dahlia, why have you interrupted our meeting?" Lucius yelled from inside the circle.

A small smirk contorted my face, "Dearest Lucius, this meeting is for me."

The Dark Lord lips turned into a thin smile. " Yes Lucius. Today Dahlia will join the ranks of the Death Eaters. That's why you have all been invited."

" My Lord, I mean no offense, but Dahlia is a just a girl, she is unsuited for becoming a Death Eater," Lucius stammered.

"Lucius, do you mean to say that your sister-in-law Bellatrix wasn't good enough to join us? A duel between you two would surely tell," The Dark Lord replied.

Ignoring Lucius' sweating face, and his mumbled apologies, He rose from his chair, and made a sweeping motion across the room "Death Eaters! We are all here today to join Dahlia us, and to serve me most faithfully. That is why I, Lord Voldemort, have invited our special guests. Bella go fetch them."

Bellatrix glared at me before running off to a small room. She returned dragging two girls, who looked about my age on the cold, marble floor.

"These disgusting, ickle mudbloods were trying to hide in a cupboard under the stairs, after I killed their filthy parents," Bellatrix sneered.

I walked closer to the girls. I could tell they used to be beautiful, but starvation, torture, and fear contorted their faces. Their fear disgusted me. "My Lord, what punishment do you want me to inflict?" I bowed.

The Dark Lord walked closer to me, and it felt like Death was surrounding my body. His infinite power always shocked me. "They have already been tortured, Lord Voldemort wishes for you to end them," he said coldly.

Sixteen years would all be defined by this moment. Would I please the Dark Lord, or bring shame to him and my Mother's memory. I pulled out my wand with mock confidence, and pointed it at the girls. They continued to whimper and cry for my mercy. They were weak, unable to accept death as the next step in their sad lives. I moved closer to them, and the weakness in their eyes gave me power.

"Avada Kedvra!" And then there was silence.