June
I sit at the long black table beside my father within the Malfoy tremendous mansion; the light hung low and cautious as if it were scared to come any closer.
Draco, Lucius, and Narcissa Malfoy sit in front of my father and me each of their faces deathly pale as the man whom we were all terrified of paced the room coming to his decision of whatever plan he was cooking up now.
"My dear boy Draco...your birthday was last week if I'm not mistaken?" Lord Voldemort asks of Draco his voice, not unlike a hiss.
Draco doesn't say anything instead he nods at his question.
"Speak up boy-don't be afraid," Voldemort urges.
"Yes on the fifth," Draco mumbles not meeting the dark lord's eyes.
"You are sixteen?" Voldemort asks almost as if he was playing a game.
"Yes," Draco answers sullenly.
"And you Miss.Yaxley? You're turning sixteen next month?" Voldemort turns his attention towards me.
I sit up straight in my chair and answer him confidently.
"Yes on the 11th," I nod.
"Fantastic! I assume you'll be having a party?" He claps his hands excitedly although his face was saying something else.
I was so confused about why he was so excited that I was probably going to have a party-shouldn't he be above this kind of thing?
"I was planning on the it-my lord," I answer.
"Well then- I believe the day after your party will be perfect!" He looks at my father.
"Then we can do both of them at the same time- I assume you still have no objections?"
Voldemort takes this opportunity to glance at Lucius Malfoy, the two men nod their heads but do not speak.
"Wait? What's going to happen to us?" I ask possibly too curiously.
"My dear, you will find out when the day comes," My father says to me.
"No no...Corban, I believe that she should know," Voldemort's red eyes watch me with such curiosity that I have to tune out my listening just so I can focus on his powerful gaze.
"On the twelfth, you will receive the greatest honor-to become one of us."
"A death eater?" I exclaim fearfully.
"Yes of course," he smiles at me condescendingly.
"B-but we aren't of age yet!" I cry standing up.
"That doesn't matter my dear girl, you will become one of the people that I hold in my inner circle-do you understand?"
"Yes...my lord," I say indignantly sitting down with an air of annoyance.
I see Draco's terrified expression and I decide to give him a small tentative smile, almost reluctantly he copies my smile.
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July 9th
Dwindling in my room, I stare at the crisp manilla paper in front of me-each paper within my father's manor held the family crest, a deadly depiction of nightshade, and a sword.
Originally we were Irish Druids who married the English wizards who invaded the land in medieval times, what made us fascinating to them were our tempers, no matter how cool-headed we acted, as soon as something upset us in the slightest; we were set off of our rockers.
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Mudblood//Hermione Granger
FanfictionY/N Yaxley is a pure blood Slytherin who arrived at Hogwarts in her third year transferring from the Beauxbatons school of magic. She promised herself that at the beginning of her fourth year that this year was going to be different. She swore it. ...
