This is written for The Golden Snitch!
Halloween Costume contest: Skeleton-Write about Voldemort or his Death Eaters designing the Dark Mark!
I'm in Hogwarts, Slytherin!
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Pointless! What good was it to have a group of followers if they couldn't even do a thing right! He had set upon them the task of designing a mark, to signify their obedience. Little did they know, he was going to enchant it with all kinds of charms and hexes.
Dolohov, must have unleashed his inner child, since he brought him a design of a unicorn with a banner sprawled across it inscribed, 'We are Death.' That earned him a long, and hard Crucio.
He figured Abraxus would bring him something a bit more originally evil, and he was not disappointed. He showed him a picture of a dirty, decapitated woman. Which underneath said, 'Mudbloods are evil.'
He laughed as he crucioed him.
He thought Cantankerus Nott would at least bring him something legible. Alas, he did not, and while he brought him an interesting concept, it did not pop out at him like he wished it to do. There was a corpse, pinned up like a dartboard, with multiple darts and wands sticking out of it in weird angles. It also screamed in agony, and on its chest, it multiple cuts, was slashed, 'You're next.'
None of the other followers were any use either, since they all brought drawings with varying degrees of what some people would call cute, all the way to something that was way too gruesome for a tattoo.
He wanted simple, something that people would see and they would immediately imagine his face in their heads. Not some fluffy, disturbing piece that children would giggle at!
He figured he would just have to do it himself, since his so called, 'Death Eaters,' were nothing but a few lumps of barnacles, with some slimy slugs inside them.
Sitting down at his desk, he thought of what it could be.
Decapitated head on a stake-No.
House-ELf doin-NO.
Skinning someone- No.
A snake twirling, yes, yes. What shall it be twirling around? Oh, someone's eye socket! Yes!
He drew the snake, having it come out of the skulls eye-socket, and after prodding it with his wand, he watched as the snake entered back into the skull, before it made its entrance out of the bones mouth. The snake swiveled down, curling in and around itself forming a large number eight. Yes, this was perfect.
He immediately called a meeting, and with his followers presenting their arms, he transferred the drawing onto each left fore-arm. With his finishing touch, he silently added a few enchantments, ensuring he knew where they were at all times, a varied form of Crucio, and an instant apparation to his location if he called for them.
When everyone was finished with the mark, and they had finished talking strategy for their next outing, he concluded the meeting and went to settle himself in his study. Pouring him a tall glass of firewhiskey, he sank down in the tall, plush chair by the fire.
You can't expect a mouse to move a mountain, he thought, I just wish competent people would believe in his views.