School had finished the day after Dumbledore died. The Governors Board had decided it was the best course of action due to the Head Master's untimely demise. Therefore, Georgia couldn't come up with a reasonable enough excuse to leave Malfoy Manor to avoid the harsh judgment from her fellow Death Eaters and their leader.

It had almost been a week since Georgia had failed to complete her task. The full moon would be tomorrow and her sister would be a werewolf. As time ticked on throughout the day, she refused to leave her room and denied anyone from seeing her. That was, of course, until she was summoned for a meeting. It was fairly late in the evening, so clearly she hadn't been invited for the first half or so of the meeting and they need her there now, for some reason. Whatever it was, Georgia was sure she wouldn't like it.

With a deep breath Georgia opened the dining room door. As expected, it seemed all Death Eaters were present except herself. With a half-hearted curtsey and a bow of her head, Georgia spoke to her Grandfather, "You wished to see me, my Lord?"

He grinned evilly at her, "Indeed. I wish to use you as further example of what punishments are in store or any Death Eater who fails to do as they're told."

She raised her head slightly, and made eye contact with Ben. He looked worried but shook his head, he didn't know what was going on either.

"Keep this in mind, dear Grandson, when I give you a task." Voldemort paused to look from one Grandchild to the other, once making eye contact with Georgia he yelled, "Crucio!"

Instantly collapsing to the floor and writhing in pain as the spell consumed her, Georgia refused to scream. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. He hit her with the spell again many more times, each for only a short period of time leaving her to rest for a moment only to hit her even harder.

Eventually he let up. From the corner of her eye Georgia could see Ben. His jaw was locked and a frown sat across his features, he was holding himself back. He couldn't afford to lash out at Voldemort right now, it wouldn't do either of them any good.

"She may have too many feelings that make her weak, but your sister is certainly strong willed. I will give her that. I hope we don't need to test your will anytime soon, Benjamin." Voldemort smirked slyly at him, leaving Georgia laying on the hard stone floor trying to catch her breath and trying to get her limbs to function again. "In other news! Tomorrow is the full moon, you are all required to join me in the dungeons where Charlotte Prewett will be turned into a werewolf. I think it will be a great way for everyone to see what other sort of punishments may await future failures."

o0O0o

Tonight was the night. Tonight she was to be turned into a werewolf. These were her last few hours of being completely human. And she was terrified. Greyback had come around again to tell her it was only a few hours until sundown, when he'd be back to turn her and that she should expect an audience as the Dark Lord had made it a mandatory viewing. This terrified her even more.

People had to watch? She didn't want to know what kind of sick and perverted man Voldemort would have to be to make his followers watch an innocent girl being turned into a monster. Then again, most of them were probably just as twisted…

Greyback stayed with her for a while. They talked some more, about werewolves, about each other, about anything they felt like. It didn't take long for Charlotte to start crying again, this time however, there was no hesitation as Greyback took her into his arms. He whispered caring words to her, and told her it was all going to be okay in the end, that she was going to be fine. Greyback lay her down on the 'bed' and position himself to be both facing her and protecting her from the outside world, and she continued to cry.

When she'd eventually run out of tears once more she mumbled a question, "Why did she do it, Greyback?"

Without being told Fenrir knew she meant her sister becoming a Death Eater and all the subsequent events that followed. "Firstly, I think we've gotten to know each other well enough now that you can call me Fenrir, if you'd like. And secondly, you're going to need to be slightly more specific as which event you're speaking of, as there are many reasons people do things."

Charlotte sighed softly, "Why did Georgia become a Death Eater in the first place?"

Fenrir thought about it for a moment or two, it was a tricky question. Mainly because he'd hardly said a word to the girl. "Well, going from what I've seen in the meetings we've both been present, I'd say self-preservation. You know just how cruel the Dark Lord can be, how do you think he'd react to the first family member he's met in years rejecting him and his way of life. It also may have something to do with being forced into it, her choice was join us or die, essentially. Perhaps, and this is just a thought, it might have something to do with her being madly in love with Draco Malfoy."

Charlotte's nose scrunched up at the last comment, "Eww, you know he's our cousin right? I saw them kissing quite… uh… heatedly on the train to school at the start of the year, but I'd figured it was just the conclusion of a summer fling that would never ever happen again."

"They're not that closely related to though. Even if they were in some circles of high pureblood society siblings marry each other to keep the magical line pure. However cousins is quite a normal practise, especially if they're not closely related, because to tell the truth, most people who are halfblood or more are usually related to at least a quarter of Wizarding Britain." Charlotte's nose screwed up even more as he spoke.

"Do you know why Georgia ignored me when I was brought in during that meeting? It all seemed rather odd."

"I have a fairly good idea. Again, the main contributing factor would be self-preservation. My guess is that she figured her punishment from the Dark Lord would be worse if she reacted to you being there. He'd already shamed her in front of all his followers. He hit her in the face, breaking her glasses, he made her kneel next to him where he could stroke her head like she were his pet, and then he made everyone who was present that night recount everything she did wrong. Then yesterday, in the middle of a meeting she wasn't invited to, he summoned her only to Crucio her the whole time with everyone watching, including your brother." It was strange for Charlotte, to be told these stories (she could barely believe them) from a firsthand witness. A witness who was supposed enjoy those retched things, yet everything he said was spoken with at least a small bit of compassion toward her. It didn't feel like he was the Fenrir Greyback she had been told about by the Order. Although, she supposed she didn't really know all that much about him, his past, or other sides to him that may exist.

o0O0o

It was five minutes to sundown. Voldemort and his Death Eaters had started gathering around her cell. Fenrir had joined her inside and locked the door behind him, passing the key through the bars to some another Death Eater. He had a stony look on his face, the polar opposite of what she'd seen only hours before. It felt like forever as they waited for Fenrir to change. Charlotte saw Voldemort holding Georgia by the nape of her neck forcing her to look into the cell.

Then, Fenrir started changing. It looked painful, his face screwed up tight, yet he made no sound of pain. Perhaps you get used to the pain, Charlotte couldn't remember. Everything left her mind as she watched him. Once the transformation was over, Charlotte closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It would all be over soon.

She could hear Fenrir prowl closer to her, he circled her, and sniffed her. It felt like he was sizing her up. Then Charlotte heard a growl, and suddenly felt a large searing pain on the right side of her torso, just above her hips. She let out a strangled cry as she fell to the floor, eyes still closed.

It felt like the room was dancing around her. Charlotte squeezed her eyes tighter trying to rid herself of the pain. Eventually, the room stopped spinning as she fell into a deep sleep.

o0O0o

The next morning Charlotte bolted up straight from where she'd fallen asleep, looking around. She was definitely still in her cell, and her whole body ached, especially the right side, which told her last night certainly wasn't a dream and she was now a werewolf.

Still feeling tired, Charlotte turned to make her way back to her bed. Upon turning around, she saw Fenrir Greyback asleep in the exact place she wished to be right now. So, instead of being rude and waking him up, Charlotte snuck over to the bed and squished in beside him, falling into a blissful slumber.

o0O0o

Once again, Georgia had locked herself away in isolation, refusing to see anyone other than Ben. When he came to see her a week after his previous visit, it was clear Georgia hadn't budged from the spot he'd where he'd left her days prior. "Georgia… Have you moved since I saw you last?" Concern coating his voice.

"Yes." Georgia whispered hoarsely, not having used her voice much since Charlotte was bitten.

Ben sighed, she probably only got up to go to the bathroom. "Have you been eating at every mealtime? I've been making sure the elves bring you food."

"Yes, I've been eating." She may have been eating, but Ben noticed that something was making her lose weight. "Can you leave me alone now Ben?"

"No," He sighed again. "You clearly need me here, you may have been eating but I think the whole thing with Charlotte is making you lose weight. You shouldn't blame yourself, it's in no way your fault."

Georgia grew angry at this, he could see it in her eyes. "It's entirely my fault. If it weren't for me failing my task she wouldn't be down there rotting away as a werewolf!"

"You're right, she wouldn't. She'd be locked up in Lestrange's house being raped and beaten." She grimaced at his words and his hard expression. "Don't look at me like that Georgia, you know it's true. Either that or she'd be forced into taking the Mark like you and I were. If anything, the consequences of you failing were worth saving Charlotte, even if she's a werewolf now. At a meeting a few days back Voldemort said he was going to send Charlotte back home as surprise 'gift' for the Order. She'll be fine once she's there."

Georgia hugged her brother tight around the waist. "Thank you, I really needed that."

Ben's eyes widened as he remembered why he'd come to see her, "I almost forgot, Voldemort sent me to tell you that you're invited to a special meeting tonight, and to wear something nice. The way he said 'special' was in no way comforting. He didn't say anything about what will be discussed, but I presume it won't be good for you…" Ben's eyes were heavy with sympathy. "He said he'd be here at seven to escort you to the meeting."

The siblings hugged once more, then Ben turned to leave but not before telling her once more not to blame herself for what happened with Charlotte.

Georgia made her way from her large bed to her wardrobe, she picked out a knee length, Black dress. It was really quite pretty. The dress had black lace cap sleeves, highlighting the solid black bodice which lead to a puffy tulle layered skirt. Setting the dress aside, she made her way into the bathroom to scrub herself clean and put on a thin layer of foundation just to cover the redness of her skin from crying when no one was around. And, just because she thought it would be better to look slightly more dressed up, she also put on some mascara and eyeliner.

She'd only just finished applying everything, when there was a knock at the door.

Moving quickly to open the door, Georgia bowed her head and curtseyed to her Grandfather, "My Lord." She mumbled. Her gaze stayed on the floor as he led her to the dining room. Before they entered Voldemort stepped in front of her and lifted her chin with his finger.

"My dear Granddaughter, I do not wish for us to be on such bad terms. I know you're upset about your sister, but you have to understand that simply because we share blood doesn't mean I take pity on you. I was merciful in your punishment, it could have been you I turned into a werewolf. Now please, try to not look so sad. This is a very special meeting for you." Voldemort looked at her expectantly. Georgia straightened her back, lessened her frown, and curved her lips ever so slightly. "That's more like it. Come now, we're already late."

Voldemort opened the double doors and Georgia was surprised to see that the room wasn't full to the brim with Death Eaters. It made her wonder even more, what was so 'special' about this meeting?

Once seated Voldemort answered all her burning questions, "You may be wondering why I have summoned such a small group of you for this meeting. You're here today because each of you are currently unmarried, and some of my most trusted Death Eaters. Today, I give you a chance to place biddings on my Granddaughter. Highest bidder wins."

Georgia's eyes widened slightly, barely enough to be noticed. She was being sold off! What is this, the middle ages? Around the table she noticed all the men were staring at her, it was really quite off putting. She recognised a lot of the faces, but couldn't put names to any of them.

Noticing her struggle, Ben asked if he may introduce Georgia to her suitors, after Voldemort's nod of approval Ben gestured around the table as he told her about who could possibly be her future husband. She shuddered at the thought.

Not really listening to what Ben said about each man, it didn't matter to her they were all Death Eaters, she only noted their names. "Antonin Dolohov… Rabastan Lestrange… Severus Snape… Amycus Carrow… Thorfinn Rowle… Arlo Selwyn… Stuart Jugson… and Augustus Rookwood… My Lord, if I may be so bold, why exactly am I here? As Georgia's brother it would hardly be appropriate for me to bid money on my own sister's hand."

The Dark Lord chuckled at his statement, "My dear Grandson, I don't expect you to bid for your sisters hand. You have been invited here to oversee the proceedings, I do not wish for your sister to be married to anyone you may see as inappropriate."

Ben looked around, eyeing each man carefully, but didn't say a word. That was when Georgia stepped in, "You can't be serious Ben! Look at them, most of them are old enough to be our Father! I can't marry someone that old, I'm not even seventeen yet!"

Ben glanced at the Dark Lord, weighing his reaction to Georgia's words. Voldemort's smile was still in place as he spoke, "I appreciate your concern, Granddaughter. However I do believe I asked your brother, not you. I have combed through all of the eligible bachelors in my ranks, and these men are the crème of the crop. Your brother has indicated no problem with the candidates, so we shall continue."

Georgia glared at her brother. Couldn't he have just said something? At least gotten rid of the ones with grey hair? With a sigh, Georgia tuned out, vaguely listening as more and more money going toward marrying her. She wasn't so sure what the appeal was, she wasn't ugly but there were many girls who were much prettier than her. Perhaps they thought it would bring them up in Voldemort's ranks if they married into his family. Or maybe they saw the power she wielded and wanted that for any heir she may produce. It could be both she supposed, and maybe her not being ugly was a bonus of some sort?

As time went by there were only three or four men left bidding. From Ben's introduction she could remember their surnames, she didn't know what it was with surnames but she was just better at them. The men left were Lestrange, Carrow, Dolohov, and Rowle.

She hoped Carrow dropped out soon, he seemed the most creepy out of the four. Soon after she had that thought, both Carrow and Rowle stopped bidding. Georgia stopped paying attention again when Dolohov and Lestrange just kept bidding higher and higher.

Georgia felt a light tap on her should and looked toward the Dark Lord, "Yes, my Lord?"

"It is time for the binding ritual, this will keep you loyal to him for as long as you live." Eyes wide once more, Georgia looked around the table realising she didn't know who had won. Then she spotted him, Lestrange had a smirk on his face which screamed with smugness.

"You mean we're getting married now?" She asked, slight panic in her voice. The binding ritual was a big part of pureblood weddings, however the binding usually went both ways, though Voldemort made it seem like she would be bound to him, and not vice versa.

The Dark Lord smirked at her, "No, here we're just performing the binding ritual. The wedding shall take place once you have conceived a child. Before it starts to show, of course. So for now, think of this as your… engagement."

Georgia felt like she was going to be sick. Conceive a child? She'd never even been with Draco so intimately, he was always going on about waiting because he didn't want to ruin her prospects of marriage. At the time she thought it was quite romantic, right now she wished he had. Perhaps she wouldn't have been eligible to be married off because of pureblood rules and what not.

Standing from her seat, Georgia moved to where Lestrange was standing. They gripped arms as you would for an unbreakable vow. Looking into the man's eyes she saw nothing but a mask of calm collectedness. Voldemort performed the binding, asking her if she vowed be loyal to him until the day she died, if she vowed to look after their children and house, and if she vowed to obey his every whim. She replied to all with the obligatory "I do so vow" with tears forming in her eyes, but she never let them slip. She realised she was correct in assuming that their binding was not reciprocal, and it made her feel like her stomach was in her throat. Here she was, bound to a man she had only just met, soon to be married, and forced by their binding to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it. It made her feel sick. When Voldemort finished chanting a spell to finish the ritual, Georgia felt like there was foreign magic wrapped around her core. It was almost suffocating.

"My Lord," Georgia whispered. "Why is it you felt it was necessary to sell me off like live stock?"

He smiled almost kindly at her, "Well, you see Granddaughter, because I now have your brother you are no longer of any direct use to me. The only thing you're useful for now is marrying one of my Death Eaters and begin producing the next generation of my army. Now run along, I've had an elf pack all you things, it's time for you to go."

Georgia frowned, "Go? Go where?"

"To your new home, with your future husband." He turned to her fiancé, "Rabastan, take her away. The elf should have placed her things in your entrance hall."

"Wait! Can't I say good bye to my brother and Draco before I go?" She looked frantically from Voldemort to Lestrange and to Ben.

"You may." Lestrange allowed. Georgia walked swiftly around the table to her brother, holding him tight.

"I love you Ben." She choked out, a single tear running from her eye.

"I love you too Georgia, always remember that." He kissed the top of her head, "Stay safe, alright?"

She nodded at him before moving away, walking toward the doors with Lestrange beside her. The new couple made their way Draco's rooms, neither of them saying a word. Once outside Draco's door Georgia finally spoke, "Do you mind waiting out here? I have some personal matters I'd like to lay to rest."

Lestrange looked at her for a moment, as if he were contemplating her question. "No, I'm afraid I can't let you go in there alone. What if he were to take advantage of my future wife, rendering her unfit for marriage?"

This annoyed her, "Draco's not like that, besides, who says I'm fit for marriage as it is?" Georgia protested.

"Whether that's the case or not, I can't take risk. And I know you're currently fit for marriage because the Dark Lord would not have offered you if you weren't." He retorted.

She had no idea how she was going to put up with him for the rest of her life. "Who's to say he knows? He never asked me."

Lestrange laughed at her now, how dare he laugh at her! "There are spells one can use to avoid such questions, the Dark Lord must have checked when your attention was occupied."

Thoroughly pissed off, Georgia turned to knock on Draco's door and entering once she heard him call out, "Come in!"

He looked up over the book he was reading, "Georgia! You know you don't have to knock, right?" He walked over to where she was standing, half behind the door. "I didn't expect to see you out of your room for a while, what brings you here? Did you dress up for me, or is there some event going on that I don't know about?"

Then Draco tried to kiss her, pulling her to him. She turned her face away from him, his lips landing on her check. Suddenly, there was a wand against Draco's temple. He looked up and saw Lestrange standing behind her.

"Move away Draco, she just came to say goodbye." The man growled to the boy.

"What are you talking about Rab? Where's she going and why are you pointing your wand at my face?!" Draco was clearly miffed at being interrupted.

"I think it's better if she tells you herself. Now, move away."

Draco stepped back and moved to his couch, gesturing for Georgia to sit opposite him. She sat and Lestrange stood behind her, hands on her shoulders possessively.

"What's this about Georgia?"

She took a deep breath, "The Dark Lord summoned me to a meeting about an hour ago. When I got there I saw it was only a small group of high ranking Death Eaters. The Dark Lord explained that they were all currently all unmarried and I was t–to be married to the highest bidder. My things have been sent to his house and I am to leave as soon as I've finished saying good bye to you. So, goodbye Draco."

Tears had gathered in her eyes once again, and she was dragged away by Lestrange. Stealing a last glance at Draco, she saw him starring at the fireplace shock still plastered across his face.