In My Head

Introduction

Authors Note:
Characters and settings do not belong to me besides Juniper O'Reilly. Mentions of drug usage and derealization will be used in this story, viewer discretion is advised.
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Hidden in the tall British trees surrounded by a barrier of the darkest magic the Malfoy's were able to conquer, lay their estate. Now home to some of the most important Death Eaters in 1996 as well as the Dark Lord himself. All can be found in the dining room, carefully watching over their leader and newest recruit.

"You will not falter, discuss, or even somewhat try to.." Voldemort paused, slowly waving his wand around the young wizard. "Remove yourself from your task, understood?"

"Yes my lord." The boy said, trying his hardest to control his trembling hands and quivering lip.

"And do you wish to take your mark?" He teased, making some of his followers scoff at the boy.

"Yes my lord." He repeated. "Please."

The table grew quiet as the initiation began, Voldemort using an inaudible spell to swiftly roll up the boys left sleeve. His boney wand stroked the young and pale skin of the wizards forearm before sharply pressing the wand in his skin. "As you wish," the Dark Lord hissed, "Mr. Malfoy."

Only small whimpers and squeaks could be heard from Draco's mouth. His mother watched in horror as her son received the mark. Mrs. Malfoy held in all the tears she could until there was an abrupt stop to Voldemort's binding.

"Shush boy!" A Death Eater shouted, getting a laugh out of the man next to him.

With that, Voldemort's wand removed itself from Draco's forearm and aimed towards his follower, "Crucio!"

The man fell to the floor in pain and started begging, "M-My Lord! A-Apol-logies sir.." His voice grew weak and soon he passed out.

"Now, let's continue." Voldemort said with a sneer.

Pain almost tripled as Draco felt before ran through his whole body and couldn't help but let a tear fall from his pale eyes. Lucky for him, no one seemed to notice his silent tears except for Mrs. Malfoy. With his eyes tightly shut, his teeth clamped down on each other and his fingernails dug into his palms. Even with his eyes closed he could still feel the whole table's eyes on him.

About a whole other minute went by when the pain stopped, only Draco's forearm burned and twitched madly.

"Congratulations Draco Malfoy, the youngest Death Eater in our ranks and will soon hold up the reputation of the murder of Albus Dumbledore himself!" Voldemort exclaimed, only there was no reaction from the table.

Draco sniffled, "Thank you so much, my lord."

Voldemort gave a wicked smile to the young wizard before seating himself at the head of the table again. Draco also took his seat in-between his mother and aunt. Bellatrix Lestrange squeezed her nephew into her chest, whispering how proud she was. Narcissa Malfoy also greeted her son but with the intentions of never letting go of her once innocent boy. She took his right hand beneath the table and held it tightly.

Draco's shaky hand intertwined with his mother's and tried his best to hold back all the tears he'd been bottling up from the growing pain in his arm.

Once the meeting was over, Draco quickly let go of his mother's hand and rushed to his room without a word to anyone. His bathroom doors burst open and he began rummaging through the cabinets and drawers to find any serums or draughts. But  with all the tears forming in his eyes he couldn't see much.

"Draco." The soft voice of Narcissa could be heard from behind him. She turnt her son around to face her, "Oh my boy." Her hands wrapped around her sons shoulders and held him close.