Fallen Angel Chapter 4: A Dark Mark for a Silver Tongue, a harry potter fanfic

Fallen Angel

They landed in front of Malfoy Manor with grace, both managing to stay on their feet, despite the pull they had just felt in their stomachs.

"I didn't think I'd be back here this quick." Draco stated as he walked up the drive, Harry by his side.

"I suppose you didn't. Remember, your mother and father do not know you are here, so do not go and look for them. They can't know about this, not yet."

"I can't believe I'm doing this."

Harry grabbed his arm and pulled the other boy around to face him. "Draco, think. Think about what you are letting yourself in for. If you are having any doubts, any at all, then I suggest you go back to the school right now. I do not want you to take it and then go against me, because if you do, you will make an even worse enemy out of me than you did before. However, if you decide to leave now, I will not punish you. You will be an innocent in the War. I'll still try to save you, unless of course you side with Dumbledore. It's your choice Draco. Make your mind up now before you make a mistake."

"I know what I'm doing Potter! I know exactly what I'm letting myself in for. You are the lesser of the three evils. Trust me Potter when I say that I have not taken this decision lightly. Do you honestly think, if there was a better option, I would've chosen you? No. OK sure, I've offered my friendship to you again, but that doesn't mean I can easily forget the past five years' worth of animosity between us. I know what I'm doing Potter. I know I'm giving you my life in servitude. I'm willing to do this."

"Very well. Hermione and Ron are waiting for us." They restarted the walk into the Manor. Upon entry, they found that Hermione and Ron were indeed waiting for them in the Hall. They fell behind the two boys as they entered, and all four made their way to the living room. Lord Voldemort was stood in the centre, Nagini wrapped around his shoulders. Harry, Ron and Hermione pulled up their hoods and covered their faces. Draco, understanding the importance, kept his head bowed down. The four stepped into the room and closed the doors, locking and silencing them. Then Harry spoke. "Hello Tom."

Voldemort turned. "Harry. You have returned. And I see you have young Mr. Malfoy."

"I do." Harry removed his hood and mask and stepped forward, Hermione and Ron following. "He is a new recruit."

"Really? I am impressed Harry. Draco, if you would please step forward."

Draco made to move, but Harry flung his arm out to hold him still. "One moment Tom. Hermione has something she wishes to do first."

Before anybody else could speak, Hermione raised her wand. "Tempus revocatas facialis" At once, Voldemort started to change. His face seemed to be de-aged by time, and finally, culminating in a yellow light, before the four he stood, except, he wasn't the same. Before them now stood the Tom Riddle from the diary, just very slightly older. He had dark brown wavy hair, brown eyes, slightly darker skin, and a nose.

Voldemort himself was in shock. He conjured a mirror in mid-air and took in his reflection. Slowly, he raised his hands to his face and felt it, making sure what he was seeing was real. When he was satisfied, he turned to the girl, an impressed look on his face. "How did you do that?"

"I reversed time. You know Latin, you should know what I said. By reversing time, I made you look like your old self. To remove it, simply cast finite." She replied proudly.

"We are all more powerful than you realise, than we realised ourselves at first Tom. I aim to get the people within my group to realise the full potential their powers have. I have done so with Hermione and Ron, and I intend to do so with the others. As for your face, the spell is of Hermione's creation. However, may I stress that you only use it when dealing with myself and my followers alone. If in the presence of Death Eaters, please remain with your other appearance." Harry added.

"Of course. Miss Granger, repeat the spell please."

"Tempus revocatas facialis."

"Thank you. Now then, again, Draco, if you would?" He indicated with his hand for the Malfoy heir to step forward.

Draco tentatively moved forward, dropping to one knee in front of Voldemort. "My Lord?"

"You know what you are doing I presume? A son of Lucius would not have taken this decision lightly, especially one who has had past altercations with your future leader."

"I know what I am doing."

"Very well. A pledge first. Harry?"

The Gryffindor stepped forward. "Repeat after me Draco. I, Draco Lucius Malfoy…"

"I, Draco Lucius Malfoy…"

"…do solemnly pledge my allegiance to you, Tom Marvolo Riddle…"

"…and I do promise that my loyalties shall lie, from now until I die, to you."

"I will not lie to you, nor shall I deceive you, or any of my associates."

"Cor meum tibi offero domine prompte et sincere."

Draco frowned at this, but repeated it anyway. "Cor meum tibi offero domine prompte et sincere."

"This I do solemnly swear."

"Very good Draco." Tom commended. "Now, repeat it as one, replacing my name for Harry's."

"What?" Harry asked, confused.

"I know you three pledged your allegiances to me Harry, but that is because you are the leaders of this group. Any other recruit belongs to you, not me, therefore their allegiances should be pledged to you, not me."

Harry considered this for a moment. "If you say so. Draco?"

Draco stared the other boy straight in the eye. "I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, do solemnly pledge my allegiance to you, Harry James Potter, and I do promise that my loyalties will lie, from now until I die, to you. I will not lie to you, nor shall I deceive you, or any of my associates. Cor meum tibi offero domine prompte et sincere. This I do solemnly swear."

"Very good. Your upper right arm please." Draco obeyed, and within a matter of seconds, the Mark was wound around his bicep. Tom spoke again. "I presume you have a name?"

"I have been told so my Lord, however, I am yet to be told just what it is."

"Your name will be Argentum Lingua." Harry announced.

"Silver Tongue?" Draco replied confused.

"Indeed. You have a way with words, what can I say?" Harry answered with a smirk.

"I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult Potter. Or should that be, my Lord?" Draco answered cheekily, smirking slightly and bowing low.

Harry laughed. "Get up Draco. I do not need you bowing to me, and I certainly don't want you calling me 'my lord'."

Tom intercepted. "I disagree with you there Harry. Draco is showing respect to you, albeit in a mocking way. He is proving that he serves you."

"Yes Potter, I'm showing my allegiance to you."

"Well I still don't like it. You may pledge your allegiance to me, but you have your free will still. I don't want any bowing. Thank you."

"Of course, my Lord." Draco responded, this time with a wink. Harry smacked him on the arm.

"Enough! Come on, we need to go, before anybody at school realises we've left." They went to leave the room, but Tom called the back.

"Harry? I will give you a couple of weeks to gather more followers, and then I shall start giving you tasks. Do you understand?"

"Of course Tom. Good night." And with that, the four disappeared.

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Upon returning to school, Draco turned to them. "Now then Potter, in regards to my end of the bargain. You said you planned on starting out friendship in public. How when do you plan on doing that?"

"How will be left to me. Don't worry though, you shall find out in the morning. Now go to your dorm before you are found."

"I'm a prefect Potter, I'm allowed out of bed at night."

"What, at one in the morning? I doubt it. Go, go and get some sleep. Good night Draco." Harry nodded to him, as did the other two, and left. Draco remained where he was for another moment, before walking back to his own dorm, the night's events playing over in his mind. Did he really just join the Dead Assassins? Did he really just pledge his allegiance to Harry Potter? Did he really just make friends with Potter, Granger and Weasley? Was he really closer to getting what he wanted? Who he wanted? These thoughts plagued his mind until he fell asleep, awaiting the next day.

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