Worse Than Death. d.m

Smile to the Room.

(Draco Malfoy)

       After Pansy got the mark, it was either me or Isebella going next. I couldn't watch her go through that. It would hurt too much. Even if she was doing this on her own free will, she knew her life would be over the moment it was marked into her skin. I knew why she was doing it. But I just didn't understand. She knew it would ruin her life, but yet she was still going to do it. I never asked her anything about it, because I knew it had something to do with her mother and she didn't talk about her life there before she moved to Hogwarts.

       The Dark lord made his way around the table and stopped at Isebella's chair. My stomach dropped. " Now. Who wishes to be next?" he said, playing with Isebella's hair with his wand. The image made me physically ill. " I will my lord." my head snapped up. " ah. Yes. thank you miss. Nott? Was it?" he asked with his cold dead eyes looking down on her. " yes my lord. Isabella Nott." she said with no emotion in her tone. " As you wish my dear." I nearly gagged at the sound of his voice. " please. Come to the front of the room, Miss Nott." " yes my lord." I watched as she made her way to the front of the room. I saw her play with the ring I had given her in the months prior to this shit show. My mother placed her hand on mine and sent me a small smile. She knew how much this was going to pain me. But I think what pained me more is that all of this was Isabella's choice. She didn't have to become a death-eater. She was doing it as some sort of punishment towards her mother. And that, I would never understand.

       After what felt like hours, the dark lord pulled up Isebella's sleeve. Her skin looked so perfect and warm. But in mere minutes it was going to be tarnished. I watched as he placed his wand on her forearm. She didn't even flinch. She showed no emotion, none at all. "Morsmordre." his voice dripped with pleasure. I heard her scream. I jumped, smashing my knee on the table. I could hear her father laugh as she fell to the floor. As she was getting the mark I could see the tears in her eyes. No terror though. Which confused me. She was just in pain, not scared. When the dark lord was finished, she collapsed to the ground. I went to go to her but my mother stopped me. " Now miss Nott. You did beautifully. You may go with your friends. Young Malfoy will join you in a few minutes." I flinched slightly at the mention of my name. I watched as she crawled up to her feet. She sent a small smile to the room gripping her arm. And left. And then it was my turn. 

(Isebella Nott)

        So that hurt like a bitch. My arm felt like I was being burned alive.  I felt like a fool for scream in that room. The laughs i heard from my father made me ill. As I made it to the drawing room. It hit me. I was a death-eater and Draco was about to become one any minute now. I turned around right before the drawing room and ran down the stairs. I made it to the door of the drawing room and just as I was about to re-enter I heard a scream. Draco. I froze. My hand on the door handle. Then it stopped. All I heard was my father and his laughing. I backed away from the door as I heard footsteps. 

         The door swung open and there stood Draco. His grey eyes staring back into mine. We both just stood there until I broke in front of him. I started to cry. I hated showing my emotions because I was taught that they make you weak. Draco ran over and held me. Not saying anything. We stayed there for about five minutes. Then I got my sense back and pushed him off of me. " Isebella! Isebella wait please!" I heard Draco call after me as started to run towards my room. I couldn't break. Why did I keep break?