The Fallen

by Allicat9

They were a motley collection; a mixture of the weak seeking protection, the ambitious seeking some shared glory, and the thuggish gravitating toward a leader who could show them more refined forms of cruelty-Death Eaters died during the Battle... Please R& R!

20. Marked

There is nothing he can do about it. The funeral director had tried every spell, every incantation, every potion he knew, but nothing worked. The mark on the boy's arm remained as stubbornly clear as ever. He had taken care to preserve the body when it was brought into the funeral home. He figured that the parents would want their son's face reconstructed (seeing as half of it was blown off).

But no.

The parents' only request had been that the funeral director do everything he could to remove the mark that marred their son's arm.

"We can't put him in the crypt like that you see." His mother said, wringing her hands together. The funeral director did. Dark Marks were decidedly out of fashion.

Unfortunately there was nothing to be done except for cutting the boys arm off, which the funeral director did. It seemed the late Dark Lord had many talents. Marking people for life (and death) was chief among them.