A/N Sorry for the wait! Anyways, The Dark Lord comes! Yay! Meeting the Dark Lord! This chapter is extremely important so definitely pay attention! Last chapter I forgot do perform a grammar and spell check, so I apologize for my mistakes. If you find any mistakes in this chapter, please let me know. Thank you! One thing, I didn't know if Voldemort had his Horcruxes yet because I was too lazy to do the math. I made it seem as if he already did. That's why I described him all snake-like and stuff. This chapter was almost two thousand words, so it's a little longer than the other ones. I tried to do Voldy justice, but he's pretty damn hard. It took me forever. There isn't a Bella, Roddy, Narcissa, or Lucius in this chapter, so I apologize. READ AND REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! TO THE DISCLAIMER!

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"Are you ready?" Druella asked nervously.

"I believe so." Andromeda spoke in such a quiet voice, Druella wasn't sure if she spoke at all.

It was time. Cygnus and Druella had agreed to the Dark Lord's request, letting her join the Death Eaters with Rabastan. Andromeda was told the Dark Lord had a mission for the both of them, but they're parents had to present as witnesses. Andromeda wasn't quite sure how she felt about her parents watching her receive the Dark Mark. She was positive Rabastan felt the exact same way.

"Better be going. Best not to keep Him waiting." Cygnus spoke offering Druella his arm, "Are you apparating with us?" Reluctantly, Andromeda nodded.

Clutching onto her father's arm, she had never been so nervous. Sure, she had wanted this ever since she could toddle. But at the moment, she couldn't fight the feeling of uneasiness spreading throughout her body. Not to mention she was beginning to sweat terribly from the heat. Her stomach was flipping rapidly only increasing as her father apparated.

Though she had been practicing side-along Apparation since she was small, Andromeda couldn't help but feel... squished.

All the heat that Andromeda felt earlier completely left her body disappeared. She had begun to shake fiercely from the temperature drop. It felt as if her body, itself, was shrinking. What was funny she thought, was that she felt no physical pain whatsoever. Meaning her father didn't splinch her.

Landing unceremoniously on the ground, Andromeda couldn't help but be relieved. She couldn't recognize where she was. But from what she could tell, she was in a manor. Riddle Manor. Though this house was grand, it certainly didn't come close to hers. Possibly because he was half-blood, but even seventeen-year-old Andromeda, wasn't so daft as to say such a thing. Andromeda knew that even speaking it caused serious consequences. She knew the Dark Lord was a skilled Legilimens, and she wasn't going to mess with that.

"C'mon now." Druella spoke carefully, bringing Andromeda out of her trance. She nodded and stood with as much grace as she could muster. But seeing the scowl of her mother's face, she knew she had failed. She couldn't help but offer her a faint smile, "He's right through here. Now," Druella stopped looking coldly into Andromeda's gray eyes, "You are a Black. Act like it. You come from a respectable Pure-blood family, and your actions in there not only reflect us and our parenting, but they can make or break us. Please, make us proud." Andromeda nodded hesitantly.

Whenever her mother lectured her like this, she couldn't help the feel of trepidation leaking into her veins, slowly consuming her whole. Andromeda closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Slowly being lead into a room she assumed was His dining room, she felt all nervousness leave her as she spotted Rabastan. He was rubbing his temples and pacing a hole in the rug beneath him. She smiled slightly.

Gramenta and Xekelev Lestrange greeted her parents warmly. They spoke kind words like; We do need plan that or What? I didn't know she was pregnant, no one told me'

Taking her eyes off her parents, Andromeda got a look around the room. The ceiling was at least fifteen feet high, with lavish and century-old paintings hanging against each well. To her left hand corner, she could see a family tree with a 'G' in the middle. She could tell from the crest at the very top that it belonged to the Gaunt family. This was no surprise to her. She knew Tom Riddle's mother was a Gaunt, but she had married a Muggle. The Dark Lord had wanted revenge, she understood that. As she surveyed the rest of the presumably dark artifacts, she took notice of the dust collecting everywhere. Her brows furrowed. Surely, someone from the line of Gaunt would have a house elf? Or perhaps He is never here? She couldn't help but wonder. She was interrupted by the noise of a door slamming against a wall. This caught every person in the room's attention. Even Rabastan who had stopped pacing.

Of course. The Dark Lord.

He was in a black cloak. His hood rested at his shoulders, revealing his snake-like face. The Dark Lord was tall and skeletally thin. His face was so pale it was whiter than a skull, and, he had wide livid scarlet eyes. With slits for nostrils.

She gulped as he gestured for the two families to take a seat on each side of the table. Taking a seat at the chair at the head of the table, Voldemort scanned the crowd. After a few moments, he nodded approvingly.

"Do you know why you're here?" He spoke in somewhat of hiss, causing Andromeda and Rabastan to fidget in their seats. They shook their head.

"Good. You are not supposed to. You see," He spoke pushing his chair out and walking around the table slowly, scanning us all, "What I am to ask you of you two, is very difficult. Especially for you." He stopped. He was staring right into Andromeda's back. His eyes were piercing her back, causing her to try to cover herself with something, anything, "Of course I need your parents' approval because it's somewhat farfetched."

All four parents leaned in nervously, inhaling his every word. Andromeda was starting to feel that damn trepidation again, making its way through her.

"Andromeda," Just the sound of her name out of his mouth made her half way faint. From happiness or fear, she didn't know, "That Tonks boy in your year. He supposedly followed you around like a lost puppy dog, correct? Is it true he is a Member of the Order?"

Andromeda nodded her head quickly, making eye contact for the first time. He began to approach her. He was just behind her, breathing down her neck. His breath smelled like flowers and blood. She flinched.

"Very good. Now in order to get a close connection with Dumbledore and his Order, I need help. From you."

"You want me to follow around the Tonks boy?" She asked hesitantly. She glanced at her and Rabastan's parents to see that every feature on their face was etched with pure horror. Reality dawning on each one. They obviously knew something Rabastan and she didn't.

"Well, not exactly, Miss. Black. I would like you to marry him."

Her head shot up, as did Rabastan's. She blinked.

"My Lord, I don't understand. He's a Mudblood." She spoke carefully, so as to not trigger trouble.

"Very true. I need connections with the Order, and having a so called 'Blood Traitor' on my side would help greatly. What do you say?"

Rabastan had a look a pain on his face and grief in his eyes, but nodded his head and trying to hold back his tears. Andromeda grabbed his hand. She was the only reason he was going through with this and now she wouldn't be there beside him. Rabastan lowered his head so the Dark Lord would not see his pain.

Their parents were contemplating. Their wedding had been arranged, and was due to happen after the graduated.

"Surely there is another way, My Lord." Xekelev asked nervously.

"I want her to do this. You know the consequences."

Andromeda couldn't decide. She had pictured herself married to Rabastan, producing an heir and her own little princess. In just a sentences, those dreams were dashed. In just one moment, they were filled with her living in a muggle home, with half-blood children, most likely squibs! Her parents-in law! Holidays! Being disowned from the family.

"Andromeda will have to be disowned for this to happen. At least, disowned. You will have to go along with it. She leaves the house, and you burn her off the family tapestry. Now, I will not have you have his filthy child, Andromeda. I want an heir from you and Rabastan. He will have to raise it as his own." Rabastan looked unbelievably chagrin. He was shaking and barely holding in his sobs. Andromeda wasn't doing much better. She rubbed his back softly.

"For you, My Lord, I will do it." After a few moments she added, "May I tell my sisters?"

"Absolutely not!" He spoke harshly, causing Andromeda's hands to clench the table, "This stays between us. No one can know besides us seven. Now, on to the parents. I need approvals!" He roared, causing all four parents to flinch.

With Gramenta and Druella drying their eyes, all four reluctantly nodded their heads. Druella had begun to burst into tears shortly after.

"Very well." The Dark Lord spoke through the tears, glaring daggers at Druella's head, "Up now you two. Time for your mark."

They rose quickly, afraid of what he might do. They'd never admit but his temper was rather scary, and they'd prefer not to test it.

"Hold out your arm, Lestrange." Rabastan rolled his sleeve up as the Dark Lord pressed the tip of his wand on his left arm. A weird ink begins to spill out of the tip, causing Rabastan to squirm, not only under his intense gaze, but in pain. His arm began to shake as the Dark Mark began to take its form. He lifted his wand quickly as Rabastan clutched his forearm.

"You, come forth." Andromeda approached Him, and held out her left arm. He pressed the tip onto her forearm and after a few moments she felt the ink leak out of His wand. The fantastic terror that filler her, caused her body to shake. The symbol began to take form and the pain was slowly increasing as it began to form detail. He took His wand away and she clutched her arm like Rabastan had. With the sobbing of the parents in the background, she stared at the mark. A skull with its mouth opened, and a snake protruding.

She stroked the mark and gulped. This could take time.

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