Silvermade || Draco Malfoy x Reader

Chapter 86 - He Who Must Not Be Named

With horror and tear-stricken face, I watched You-Know-Who begin examining his own body. He was admiring his new self.

His hands were large, thin, and pale and had nails that could use some trimming. He was touching his head, his chest, his arms, and his face, taking a deep breath every time he moved onto another body part, smiling sinisterly to himself. He held up his hands and flexed his fingers, his expression rapt and exultant. He took not the slightest notice of Wormtail, nor at Harry and I, not even at the great snake that came back to slither on the grass.

You-Know-Who slipped one of those unnaturally long fingered hands into a deep pocket of his robe, and drew out a wand. It was white and had a sculpted bone for a handle. He caressed it gently, and then raised it and pointed it at Wormtail, who was lifted off the ground, and thrown against the headstone where we were at. He fell to the ground, just by my feet, crumpled up and crying. I swung my feet and kicked Wormtail repeatedly on his back.

This was not a smart move on my part, seeing as it had caught You-Know-Who's attention, and had now set his eyes on me. He then let out a high, cold, and mirthless laugh.

Wormtail's whimpers grew louder. "My Lord...you promised...you did promise."

You-Know-Who let out a lazy sigh. "Hold out your arm."

Wormtail struggled to crawl towards him, and then extended out the bleeding stump, but You-Know-Who only laughed.

"The other arm, Wormtail."

"Master, please...please."

You-Know-Who bent down, and pulled out Wormtail's left arm; he forced the sleeve of Wormtail's robes up past his elbow, and revealed a vivid tattoo — a skull, with a snake protruding from its mouth — the same image that had appeared in the sky at the Quidditch World Cup; The Dark Mark.

"It is back." You-Know-Who said as he carefully examined the tattoo, ignoring Wormtail's uncontrollable weeping. "They will all have noticed it...and now, we shall see...now, we shall know."

He pressed a long pale finger to the brand and Harry started grunting in pain above me, while Wormtail let out a howl as You-Know-Who watched with a cruel satisfaction on his face. The tattoo had now gone jet black.

You-Know-Who straightened up, threw back his bald head and stared around at the dark graveyard.

"How many will be brave enough to return when they feel it?" He whispered. "And how many will be foolish enough to stay away?"

You-Know-Who began to pace up and down before our eyes, sweeping the graveyard with glances all the while. After a while, he stared back at Harry, and then onto me again.

"It seems I have forgotten to greet my guests." He said as a cruel smile twisted on his snake-like face.

You-Know-Who slowly bent down to touch a few strands of my hair, and my breathing hitched in fear as my eyes pooled with tears. The gross sensation of the contact sent multiple shivers down my back, bearing me down with inexplicable terror.

He then moved on to look at Harry, that twisted smile still on his face.

"You all stand upon the remains of my late father." He hissed softly. "A Muggle and a fool...very like your dear mother, Harry Potter. But both had their uses, did they not? Your mother died to defend you as a child...and I killed my father, and see how useful he has proven himself, in death."

You-Know-Who laughed mirthlessly again. He stared down at me this time.

"I do pity you, child." He said flatly. "Having no real involvement, but unlucky enough to be born with the cursed blood that completes the magic to revive me."