VII. Marked

When she saw the Dark Mark on Blaise's arm, Daphne felt as though her heart was about to break. She had caught a glimpse of something on his arm and insisted on seeing what it was, insisted even more when he tried to hide it from her.

In the end he showed it to her, the hideous scar burned into his skin and into his soul forever. This wasn't the Blaise she loved, it couldn't be.

"Why?" she asked. "Why would you do this to me?"

He stared at the floor, refusing to answer her.

"Why, Blaise?"

"I was afraid, alright?" he snapped at last. "If I hadn't joined then they would have killed me!"

"The Death Eaters killed my parents," Daphne whispered. "And now you're one of them."

This wasn't the Blaise she had fallen in love with. It couldn't be.