Secret Sister, Secret Lover.

7 - Dragged Into The Darkness

This Chapter is in Nyx's Prespective. I bet it may be a long one full of different events. Enjoy :)

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Fourth Year was over for me, I was at home, Regulus can't come due to his parents problems, Remus and Peter said they'll stay over for the summer. As I was watching television, Peter came down the stairs to me.

"Hey." He says as he sits next to me. I look at him giving him a smile. He smiles back then grabs ahold of my wrist. "Can I take you somewhere?" I furrow my eyebrows at him in confusion. "Where?"

He ignores my question and gets up, pulling me up with him and drags me out the house. He keeps dragging me far until we reached an abandoned alleyway. "I'm gonna apparate." He says. "Can you?" I ask him as he nods. Sometimes I forget he's seventeen.

He still has a tight grip on me as we apparate somewhere, when I recovered from the apparition, I take a quick glance at our surroundings, we were in what looked like a luxurious house hold, covered in dark royal shades like black and little bits of green and silver and gold scattered here and there.

He walks ahead of me towards a long dark corridor, I have no other choice but to follow him, until I stop in my tracks. I noticed a picture that was hung on the wall, it looked professionally painted.

A painting of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy.

"Peter, what are we doing in the Malfoy Manor?" I question him, my voice sounding venomous, usually what I use when I warn him from eating my favourite snacks, this time, it doesn't faze him. He grabs my wrist again and drags me into the first door we met.

As I look around, I spot a long oak wood table, with people seated at the chairs infront of it. Not just any people, Blood Purists. I sucked in a breath as I looked at people, Lestranges, Rosier, Averys, Muclibers, Blacks, Crouches, and what shocked me—The Dark Lord—he was sat at the head of the table, smiling-or smirking-at the sight of Peter and I.

"You're..you're a Death Eater.."

I look at Peter is disbelief, we were closest than anyone would've thought, and he was close to the Marauders. He betrayed them, he betrayed us. I turn to run but the door gets shut in my face. I was held tight by Peter, as he dragged me towards the Dark Lord. "Let me go. Why are you doing this! You traitor! Oh wait till the others find out—"

Smack.

I look up at him, he had just slapped me across the face, quite hard, which left my cheek tinted in red. I look at the Dark Lord, glaring intensely at him. "Maybe Caius Avery was right, you're quite loyal to me Pettigrew." Stating his words to Peter as Peter nodded at him, then the attention was on me.

"You are joining my side, little girl. Your powers are of worth and value to me."

"What if I don't want to join you?" I hissed at him as the table erupted in small chuckles here and there. "It's not a matter of your choice..arm out."

Peter grabbed my left arm as I kneed him in the balls. He grunted in pain as I ran towards the door, trying to unlock it. To my surprise, no one got up to stop me or anything.

"Imperio."

I heard someone say behind me, I lost full control of my body and senses, as I started walking towards the caster, Voldemort. I was forced—by the unforgivable curse—to kneel down infront of him. My left arm extends towards him as he now gets a view of my scarred inner forearm. He puts his wand deep onto my skin and mutters something under his breath, as slowly the filthy mark forms on my arm.