The Dark Lord's Pet Princess

18. Initiation

After thinking it through, Larissa decided that she didn't want to take a bunch of Slytherins into the room of requirement, since that room was her and her cousins private place.
Instead, she just trained the future death eaters in the Slytherin common room and empty classrooms.
Since she was head girl and a Prefect, no one thought there was anything strange about her hanging out with a group of students from her own house.
While she didn't enjoy tutoring other students, she knew she was doing what her master wanted, and she was willing to do anything to please him.

In no time at all, her days at Hogwarts came to an end.
And even though she was going to miss school, she was looking forward to officially joining Lord Voldemort and changing the future at his side.
When she returned home she found a letter from him, asking her to head to the Lestrange estate at her earliest convenience.
Instead of waiting until morning, Larissa apparated straight to the manor, as she was eager to be reunited with her master.

"I was not expecting to see you until tomorrow" admitted Voldemort, when Larissa was brought to him by Rodolphus.
"Well, when I saw your letter I decided to head straight here. I hope that I didn't disturb you" replied Larissa.
"Not at all. Your eagerness to come to me, pleases me" informed Voldemort.
Larissa smiled, "I'm glad to hear that... I did as you asked and trained up the younger Slytherins who will join you in the future. And now I am ready for a new assignment, so that I can continue to serve you".
"All in good time".

Voldemort moved towards the table in the room and indicated to the brown package on it.
"This is for you" continued Voldemort.
"What is it?" Asked Larissa, as she walked over to him.
"Your new uniform" answered Voldemort.
"I wasn't aware that I was going to need a uniform"
"I supply all of my death eaters with a mask and a set of black robes. The mask should be worn at all meetings, to ensure the safety of all the death eaters. I don't want any one person to be able to betray us all. Which is why I make sure that my death eaters identities are kept secret".

"But I already know that the Lestrange's are death eaters" reminded Larissa.
"I am aware of that. I fully expect several of my servants to know each other. But as long as there is some secrecy in my organisation, then I am happy" replied Voldemort.
"Then I shall be masked the next time you see me"
"Good... Although, it seems a shame to hide such a pretty face. When we are alone you may remove it, but I want you to wear it when we have company"
"Whatever you say, Lord Voldemort".

Voldemort smiled, "I had forgotten how much I like it when you say my name".
"I only say it because I know that you want me to. But do you want me to call you my lord instead, when we are around other people?" Asked Larissa.
"I think that would be best for now, until I decide exactly what I want to do with you" answered Voldemort.
"Have you not decided yet then?"
"No. There are several missions I know I could send you on, but I'm not sure that I want to waste someone like you on such meaningless tasks".

Larissa blushed, "I'm glad that you think I'm such an asset to your army".
"You certainly are that. Which reminds me..." Voldemort faltered and took hold of Larissa wrist.
He then carefully pulled up her sleeve before placing his wand tip against her forearm.
Larissa didn't dare to say a word, as she didn't want anything to distract her from the moment.
Having Voldemort's cold skin against her own, made Larissa's heart beat twice as fast.
She watched as a black snake erupted from his wand before wrapping around a dark skull, and etching itself onto her skin.

Having the mark tattooed onto her skin hurt, but it was nothing compared to the kind of pain she suffered at the hands of her mother.
Voldemort lowered his wand, before delicately stroking the snake on Larissa's arm.
"Only my most loyal death eaters get branded with my dark mark" he said quietly.
"I'm glad that you trust me enough to give me your mark" replied Larissa.

Voldemort let go of Larissa's arm, allowing it to drop.
"Now that you have this mark, I will be able to summon you at any time. When you feel it burn, all you need to do is apparate and you will appear at my side" informed Voldemort.
"I have never heard of magic like this before" admitted Larissa.
"I created the spell myself. My death eaters can also recreate my mark in the sky, and leave it above a house that they have just attacked. The spell is Morsemorde"
"I look forward to proving my worth to you in the future"
"And I look forward to seeing what you can do when let loose on Mudbloods and blood traitors... Go now and return home. I will summon you when I need you".

Larissa picked up the package from the table and began to head towards the door.
"Does Bella have the mark?" Asked Larissa, as she thought back to the tattoo she had seen on her cousins arm at her wedding.
"Yes. The Lestranges are some of my most devoted followers. And your dear cousin has become my second in command" revealed Voldemort.
"Good for her" mumbled Larissa, who was beginning to realise that she wasn't quite as special as she had first thought.