A/N I forgot to mention that Andromeda is a little dark in this. Also, I tried to update this yesterday, but Fanfiction wasn't letting me upload anything onto Document Manager..Sooo... Sorry! READ AND REVIEW!

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Andromeda was elated. Who wouldn't be in her shoes? She was about to meet the people fighting for HIS cause! She hoped when she was older to be a part of You-Know-Who's army, but Cygnus and Druella Black would have none of that. They had said the same thing to Bellatrix, but she didn't listen. She and Rodolphus had received their marks the first time they had gotten the chance to sneak out of school. Rabastan and Andromeda were determined to do the same when they entered their seventh year.

Rabastan, on the other hand, was nervous. In just a few short years he would be with these people constantly. Sure, he had Rodolphus to help him out a bit, but he still wasn't sure how he felt. The man his family worked for was a murderer. Alright, he killed the people who were tainting the Wizarding World, but murder is murder. The man, if he could even be called that, filled him with trepidation. The Dark Lord was tall and skeletally thin. His face was so pale it was whiter than a skull, he had wide livid scarlet eyes, and a nose flat as a snake's with slits for nostrils. No one exactly knows why he looks so... Inhuman. He wasn't sure if he wanted to work for this glorified murderer just yet.

He was honored that his brother was fighting for such an important cause, but surely they could've enforced some laws at the Ministry? They probably wouldn't win. But hell, it would be worth the try. Not to mention Bellatrix and Rodolphus changed noticeably after they had taken their marks. It seems as if once you go in, you don't come out. At least not the same as you went in. Becoming a part of His army changes you. Rabastan honestly wasn't sure if he liked the thought of that or not.

"Sit down and drink and live a little!" Theo Nott exclaimed to Andromeda and Rabastan, who were currently standing in a corner of the crowded bar. Bellatrix and Rodolphus had left them to drink with a few of their friends, leaving them alone. Andromeda casted an expectant glance toward Rabastan as if saying 'I am not sitting with him. Please don't make me.' Rabastan cleared his throat.

"No thank you, Theo. We're both a little tired from tonight's events. We appreciate the offer though. Thank you though." Rabastan and Andromeda had had it pounded it in their heads from the moment they could talk to never let anyone see your emotions and to always be polite. No matter how idiotic a person happens to be. This person just happened to be Nott. Theo knitted his eyebrows together in confusion.

He probably didn't even know what he had just said. He blinked. "Um, okay." Though Theo was Pureblood he was always one Knut short from a Galleon. Theo blinked stupidly and turned away. Andromeda sighed and leaned her head against the wall. Rabastan gazed at her with notable concern in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked genuinely concerned.

"I wish my parents would let us join already. I mean, they let idiots like him join and not us? We're respectable pure bloods and he didn't even understand a single word that came out of your mouth! What's wrong with this world? It's going down the drain, I'll tell you! I want to join and I want to join now!" When she finished her rant her eyes had hardened in irritation and intense anger.

Rabastan's eye widened. He hadn't expected that. Well not exactly. He'd known for a long time that she wanted to join the Death Eaters, and he would join too just so he could stand by her side. He'd never tell her that though. At least not yet. Even if he wasn't sure.

"We're too young and you know that. I promise we'll join together when it's time." Gee, he shouldn't have said that. Andromeda's eyes brightened and glazed a bit. (She was always passionate about the cause.) She wrapped his arms around him tightly and leaned her head on his chest inhaling his scent. She sighed happily.

"Thanks, Rabastan. Maybe we should go home? Bellatrix and Rodolphus wouldn't really mind." She reluctantly lifted her head from his chest and pointed a flawlessly manicured finger nail towards the said couple. They were up against the corner of the bar snogging rather passionately, oblivious to the audience they were starting to attract. Andromeda's face scrunched up in digest, "Let's leave before anyone realizes that we're related to them." He nodded not taking his eyes off the couple.

He grabbed her arm and they left the bar unseen, thanks to their sibling's show going on inside.

They walked in a comfortable silence. Even after Andromeda's rant, they were cool, calm, and collected. The air was filled with warmth, just loving to be in the other's presence.

After reaching the basement of Zonko's joke shop, and a few scares from what they thought were aurors, their eyes were drooping considerably.

After going through the door Bellatrix had led them through, they were both yawning rather loudly.

"We can't let Filch hear." Andromeda whispered grasping his hand and tip-toeing quietly towards the Slytherin common room. They crawled down the steps leading to the dungeons slowly. "Only classroom down here is Slughorn. I think we're safe." Andromeda sighed in relief.

Shortly after, they had both reached the portrait to the Common Room.

"Death Draught." Rabastan spoke the password to the portrait who opened it's eyes and grunted a little too loudly for their liking. They held up a finger signaling it to be quiet. The portrait didn't really seem to like that. It's eyes widened in rage.

"How dare you! Commanding me? Why, I could get the both of you in serious trouble!" The portrait vociferated at them.

"Calm down. Please! Just let us in! Death Draught. Death Draught. Death Draught." Andromeda spoke frantically, eyes moving to the direction where she could hear Filch talking to his cat, Mrs. Norris. Of course, they just happened to be coming this way. The portrait made a noise in the back of it's throat.

"Very well. Very well. Go inside. Only because you're pure bloods. Mention this to no one. If this happens again, I will not hesitate to blab." It's voice was hoarse, presumably after just shouting at the two. It clicked it's door opened just as they could see a light coming from just down the left hallway. They sprinted inside without even saying thank you. They quickly hustled up the steps crashing onto the couches.

"That was close. Damn portrait. What's it's name again?" Rabastan asked curiously.

"No clue. It changes once a week, thanks to people mocking it. Alright well," Andromeda rose from the dark green couch, "I'm heading to bed. Thanks for tonight, Rabastan." Andromeda said with heavy lidded eyes. Rabastan rose from the silver couch, rising to his full height. Almost a head taller than Andromeda.

"No problem." He shrugged. He embraced her and pecked her on the forehead, "Go to sleep. We've had a rough night." She nodded, trying to keep the blush from appearing on her cheeks. Andromeda gripped his hand and gave it a quick squeeze. She smiled and departed from the common room up to the Girl's Dormitory. He smiled and headed towards his.

"Ugh. I can't even feel my face," Bellatrix spoke, "Stupid alcohol."

Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Andromeda, and Rabastan were down at breakfast in the Great Hall. Both Bellatrix and Rodolphus had their head in their hands moaning.

"Very much agreed, hon." Rodolphus spoke in a hoarse voice. He moaned again and laid his head in his arms on the table. Bellatrix copied his actions and pushed her plate away.

"Not hungry." She sighed.

"Those damn house elves need to take this food away. I'm about to vomit." Rodolphus sighed.

"I think I'll join you." Bellatrix spoke.

Before they could rise from the benches, Professor McGonagall had reached the Slytherin tables. Her hair was tied up in her usual bun and her face hard.

"Professor Dumbledore wishes to see the both of you," She pointed to Rodolphus and Bellatrix, "In his office. Immediately."

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