7

A few weeks  after, Christmas had come around and everyone was leaving to visit their family for the holidays.

V was seeing her parents and her brother as Draco was going to Malfoy Manor to visit his parents as well. Before they had left, they kissed each other, wishing each other a happy Christmas and hoping to see them very soon.

Draco always had the same Christmas he always had with his parents. But this one was very much different. After the holiday, his parents pulled him to the side.

"The Dark Lord has asked for you, Draco" his mother said, looking down. She knew this day would come.

Dracos stomach sank. Voldemort. He was the most dangerous man there was and was capable of anything.

Their parents took him to a dark room in their mansion and opened the door, taking him inside and closing the door along with them. The only light was from the moon that was shown through the window.

"Draco, my boy" said a pale, bald, no nose man. He was sitting on a chair in the dark corner.

Draco didn't move, he didn't even want to look at him, he didn't want anything to do with him at the moment.

"Come" Voldemort said, waving his hand to motion him to come closer.

Draco hesitated but moved a few steps away from the door.

"Your parents have been big accomplices of mine. They knew the day would come ... for their son to become an accomplice too. A Death Eater" he said.

Tears fell out of his eyes as he stared at the ground, and he started shaking slightly. All he could think about was V, and how he knew that Voldemort would know of her being.

"Oh my boy" he said as he got up and made his way toward him, stepping into the moonlight.

He looked even more scarier. He placed a hand on the back of his neck and Draco flinched at his touch.

"You know it's the right thing to do" he said. "Think of your parents" he said.

Draco still didn't look at him.

"Think of her" he whispered in his ear. Draco shuttered.

He would kill V if he didn't follow him, and he didn't want to be the reason for her to get hurt.

He finally looked at the Dark Lord. He smiled an evil grin.

Shakingly, Draco pulled up his sleeve from his black suit shirt and waited for it. Voldemort put his wand on his wrist and said his curse.

Draco felt the immediate pain on his arm, a burning feeling cursing through his body as he screamed a yell of pain. A dark tattoo of a skeleton with a snake formed below his wrist, the Dark Mark. He fell on the floor and shook uncontrollably.

"You made the right choice" Voldemort said and walked out of the room, leaving Draco helpless on the floor.

Draco covered his forearm with his other hand, not wanting to see the terrible truth of him being a Death Eater. He brought his arm close to his chest and cried.

He cried for himself, the life he was in and V, the trouble he had gotten her into. He cried for her. He would never forgive himself.