Chapter 11 : The Dark Mark
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“You’re…you’re lying! James Peverell is my father!”
Voldemort gave a dark chuckle, “Oh Charlotte. Haven’t you been wondering why your parents just shipped you off to England with not so much as a letter from them since?”
I looked to Draco, who still kneeled on the floor before me, his eyes holding the same confusion as mine.
“They didn’t want my sister to feel bad because she didn’t hold any magic.”
Voldemort smiled sinisterly, “That’s part of the reason, yes. When I heard the first born of the Peverell name was a squib, I decided to…help out.”
My eyes widened. “ You…you raped my mother?”
He stroked his chin, looking off into the distance, “I wouldn’t have used such a harsh word, but she got a magical child did she not? Not only did she get what she wanted, but you hold both Peverell and Slytherin blood.”
Draco stood and wrapped his hand around my waist, keeping me steady. “Is that why they sent me off? Because they were afraid of what I could do?”
Voldemort stood, walking towards me with his robes swishing behind him, “Do you know the power you hold, Charlotte? You are just as powerful as me; a strong heir to take over should anything happen to me.”
“I will NEVER be anything you are. You’re a monster.” I spat.
His red eyes seemed to darken, while Draco’s hold tightened around me. “Is that so?” He started to circle Draco and I, stopping behind me. His hands push Draco’s aside and replaced them with his. One hand gripped my shoulder while the other snaked around my waist.
“I was hoping we could do this the easy way, but it would seem I need to use other methods.”
In a blink of an eye, he was gone. I couldn’t hold the tears anymore as they fell down my face, blurring my vision. My knees buckled underneath me, causing me to fall onto the plush carpet.
Draco’s arms pulled me into his chest, stroking my hair while whispering soothing words. The sadness within me quickly dispersed as I stood up in anger. I stomped over to the mantle, grabbing a same vase into my hands and throwing it into the opposite wall. The pottery shattered into a million pieces, just like my heart did.
“THIS IS WHY MY MOTHER SHIPPED ME OFF! BECAUSE SHE DIDN’T WANT THE SPAWN OF SATAN INFESTING HER HOME!” I picked up a glass swan, and gave it the same fate as the vase.
I WON’T FOLLOW HIM! I WON’T BE HIS HEIR! I RATHER DIE!” I set a chair on fire, watching the flames slowly lick the wood before charring it to nothing.
My breaths were coming out fast and ragged as my anger started to diminish. Fear welled up inside of me, making me take a long look at Draco. Here I was screaming how I would never take the dark mark and be a vile death eater when the man I loved was branded.
I knew he only did it to protect his family, but mine didn’t need protection. I haven’t seen my family in years, let alone know what they look like. He wouldn’t harm them I just knew it.
I had nothing to lose, besides my own life.
Draco stepped forward and gently took my hand in his, “Charlie, please, for me. I told you I couldn’t live in a world without you and if you don’t at least let on that you will be his heir, he will kill you.”
I shook my head, tears welling up, “No, Draco. I won’t. I’ll fight him on this. I will not bare the dark mark just to save my own ass.”
His hands moved up to cup my face, “Then think of me. Think of Nana, and Logan! He’ll use anything and anyone for you to accept this fate.”
I didn’t think about Nana and Logan seeing as my cousin would protect my grandmother from anything, but he had a point. I looked up into his grey eyes, finding only fear in the depths. I could put my own life on the line, but never the people I loved. I knew I couldn’t live without Draco by my side, and I would never forgive myself if I put my other relatives in harms way.
“We need to come up with a plan.”
Draco nodded in response, “Why don’t you take a bath and have a good nights rest first? Besides, we can’t talk here without the chance that someone will over hear.”
I agreed, and followed him out of the drawing room back into the main foyer. He led me through mazes of hallways, each as dark as the last, before we made it to a small staircase.
He tapped the wood once on the top, and then skimmed his wand down the railing allowing a snake to slither out from its hiding place. The wood reptile moved along before lifting part of its body up, letting its tongue fan out for a moment.
Draco gripped my hand tighter, “Bay.”
The snake bowed and moved aside. The stairs dropped, showing a secret entrance to another room that lay below. We stepped forward, causing the torches on the wall to ignite.
The room was beautiful, having the walls an ocean blue with an accent of grey. The king size bed stood in the middle, with a huge window looking out into the garden to the left. A window seat was stationed there along with bookcases on either side.
The wood floors were dark, but made the walls seem brighter in comparison. Two doors were on the backside of the wall; one leading to the bathroom while the other was probably a closet.
“What is this place?” I asked while stepping closer to inspect the numerous books, most of which were muggle.
“My room.” Draco made his way to the bathroom door, going to the giant tub to draw me a bath.
“Your bedroom is under the staircase? I think Harry already has that claimed.”
I heard him chuckle, the sound bouncing off the walls of the tiled room.
“Yes, I suppose, but this wasn’t always my room. I begged my mother for a more hidden room when He moved in.”
“Why is my middle name your password?”
I felt his hands wrapped around my waist as his chin rested against my shoulder, “It’s unusual, and not many people would guess it’s meaning.”
I turned around in his arms, laying my hands on his chest, “You’re a very smart man, Mr. Malfoy.”
He grinned wickedly, “Have you doubted me before?”
“Who me? Never!” I laughed mockingly.
He captured my lips with his, taking my breath away in the process. I leaned closer, opening my mouth when his tongue coaxed my bottom lip. Before anything became serious, he slowed down the kiss and leaned back.
His forehead was pressed against mine, “I love you, Charlotte. Please remember that.”
I smiled, “Hmm, I know. I love you too.”
He kissed my lips one more time before giving my bottom a slight tap. “Go take a bath, then, love.”
I giggled, but gladly left his comfort for a soothing bath.
I remained in the hot water for well over an hour, letting the bubble suds seep into my skin. I decided I had been in here long enough, letting the water drain as I wrapped myself in the fluffy towel.
I made my way to the sink where I noticed that Draco had left an extra toothbrush for me to use along with a hairbrush. After taking care of everything, I left the steaming bathroom.
Draco was lounging on his bed, reading a book. He looked quite cute lying on his stomach, his brows creased in concentration. He slightly nibbled on his lower lip before turning the page with a swipe of his index finger.
I sighed in appreciation, causing him to look up at me. I could practically see his eyes darken with lust, as I realized I was still in wrapped in a towel. I heard him growl under his breath as his push himself up to walk towards me.
In a flash, my body was against his, already feeling his hard arousal pressed into me. He started with my neck, softly biting at the tender skin as his hands pinned mine above me against the wall.
He continued to attack my neck, making me moan in pleasure. “Charlie, please.”
I knew what he was asking and only allowed a soft “yes” to escape my lips. His hands were everywhere at once, causing the towel to slip but not fall just yet. I started at the buttons on his shirt, shakily trying to pull them apart.
I wanted to feel his skin against mine; I wanted his hands to roam my body without restriction. I felt the cloth around me finally become loose, but a loud knock sounded at the door before it could fully drop.
Draco sighed heavily, “Yes?”
“Draco, come back to the drawing room and bring Miss. Peverell. The Dark Lord is about to call another meeting.” His mother’s voice said.
“Of course he is.” He nearly spat.
His eyes met mine and softened, “Can we put a rain check on this, love?”
I kissed his nose, “Of course.”
He smiled back as he buttoned his shirt again while I took the clothes meant for me on the window seat to the bathroom. Within a few moments, we were heading back to the drawing room to confront the evil man again. Draco squeezed my hand in his before opening the door.
“Ah, Charlotte and young Mr. Malfoy come in. The center of the room will do.” His voice slithered out.
We walked steadily, not daring to let go of each other. Draco bowed before his master, before Voldemort signaled for him to stand. He walked towards us and he held my gaze.
“Charlotte, would you like to reconsider my offer of taking over for me and be my heir?”
I gritted my teeth, “Never.”
“Tsk tsk. I expected better from you.”
I just glared, but he turned his back on me, “Bring her in.”
Draco and I turned to see who was coming through the heavy doors, as many shouts sounded. “GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF ME!”
My eyes widened. I knew that yell any where as I was on the end of it many times when I did something wrong. I prayed that I was wrong.
Two men barged into the room, dragging a body on the ground as she thrashed from side to side trying to escape. They dropped her right at my feet, her nightdress torn in many places. Her grey hair was disheveled while she was bleeding at her knees and forehead.
Her eyes turned to me, sitting up to grab my hand in hers. “Charlotte, listen to me. Don’t give in don’t take that dreaded mark. You are not him, you are nothing like him! Do you understand me?” Nana practically shouted.
I sank down next to her, pulling her into my arms. “Nana, I’m so sorry.” I sobbed.
She stroke my hair lightly, “No, no you sweet girl. None of this is your fault.”
“Draco, restrain her.” Voldemort said.
I felt my boyfriend’s hands grab my forearms, but I jerked away, holding on to my grandmother tighter.
“Now, Mr. Malfoy.”
He pulled me against his chest, locking his arms around me, successfully pulling me away. I heard him softly tell Nana that he was sorry and she nodded in understanding.
Voldermort stood above Nana, twirling his wand between his fingers, “Now, I will ask you again, Charlotte. Will you join me and be my heir?”
The tears streamed down my face as I looked at the woman who took care of me all these years. I saw her mouth “no” to me, but I needed to protect her. My mouth wouldn’t form the words as my body shook with oncoming sadness.
“Crucio.” My grandmother spazzed in pain as her screams echoed. I moved forward to help her, but Draco held me back, obeying Voldemort’s orders.
“STOP! PLEASE! I’LL DO IT! I’LL DO IT!”
The screaming stopped momentarily. “How do I know you won’t go back on your word, Charlotte?”
“I’ll…I’ll take the mark.” He gave a sickening smile at that.
“No…no Charlie. Don’t…don’t give in.” Nana stammered out.
I looked into the red eyes of the man I had to call father, “I’ll take the mark if you leave my family alone.”
He held out his hand for my arm, making Draco’s grasp release me. I placed my wrist in his rough palm as he pressed his wand deep into my skin. The pain was unbearable as the mark cut into my flesh. In minuets, Voldermort released me, the dark mark branded onto my left arm.
“Welcome to my ranks, daughter.”
I stepped back into Draco’s waiting arms as I held my wrist in pain. My head lay against his chest while his hand ran over my back.
“It’s okay, love. Everything’s alright.”
I looked at Nana. She looked ashamed that she was captured and pushed me into taking the mark on my arm. I need to do it, to protect her.
The green light filled the room, making me shield my eyes from the brightness. When I opened them, I saw her eyes unblinking and her body still.
Nana lay dead on the floor and it was my entire fault.
Yes, I had to kill Nana because I needed Charlie to personally hate Voldemort for not just who is he but for what he does.
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