Same old love | M.R

Chapter 3: Invitation

I woke up feeling a little ache between my legs and my head feeling like it's about to explode. Like a big ass hungover, I tried but couldn't remember any events from last night. I checked the time and shit, I was late. It's 10:50 for fuck's sake. I started to count the number of classes I already missed while getting ready.

Transfiguration? Done.

Potions? Done.

DADA? Not done.

Great, now I gotta deal with Dolores and her shitty little attitude. She truly makes me sick in the stomach. I walked out of the common room and made my way towards Defence Against Dark Arts. How's she gonna react? Probably a 'Good Morning Miss Malfoy, take a seat' or a sarcastic 'Miss Malfoy, care to explain why you're five minutes late?' I was dragged out of my thoughts by Umbridge "Good Morning Miss Malfoy, take a seat." her squeaky voice echoed through the room as the students turned their heads to look at me. Avoiding all their stares, I made my way towards Hermione. When a pair of similar dark brown eyes caught my attention, he was smirking. Ugh, that handsome little annoying smirk of his. I wonder if it runs in the family.

"Hey Thana, How are you?" Questioned Hermione looking as happy as ever, how can someone be so damn happy? "I'm great honestly, thank you mione" me and Hermione had some small talk before we started taking notes.

I exited the classroom and went to the library, I stood in front of the restricted section and closed my eyes. I then randomly moved my finger and started counting until I reached the number ten.

Secrets of the Darkest Arts.

Should be interesting. I read the book for 15 minutes when one paragraph caught my attention.

“The receptacle is prepared by dark magic to become the receptacle of a fragmented piece of soul and that piece of soul is deliberately detached from the Master Soul to act as a future safeguard or anchor to life and to safeguard against death.”

I read the book for more than 30 minutes and finished it, this book includes awfully detailed evil magic, it includes just the right amount of information about horcruxes anyone would need to destroy Voldemort or become someone like Voldemort, it made me chuckle how inaccurate some things were. But I'm still surprised about why Dumbledore hasn't put this book in his office. I kept the book where I found it. It was late, 11:53 pm, I sighed and went to the black lake.

The black lake is where I came to when I felt very stressed, angry or upset. I still remember what happened in 5th year. How I got the Dark Mark.

“Lucius, Thana is still a baby, sh-she can't get the Dark Mark, no.” said my mother on the verge of tears. “The Dark Lord needs her Narcissa, I can't stop him, nor can you” said father. “B-but-” mother was cut off my Bellatrix. “Cissy, Lucius, where's Thana? It's about time” I couldn't believe it, me getting the Dark Mark, no no no no. It can't happen, no it can't. “and if Thana won't get it, Draco will” I froze at the mention of my brother's name. No. I can't let him get the Dark Mark. I can't, I promised him that I would always protect him no matter what. I was carried out of my thoughts by someone knocking on my door. “Thana, Sweetheart, open the door.” I opened the door, there she was with Cissy, my mom and my father beside her. “What's up? You guys seem kinda.. Off?” I tried to act like I didn't know that I was getting forced to get the Dark Mark. “Thana, the Dark Lord needs you” said father, his cold demeanor never fazed once. I walked out of my room, Mom and Dad were trailing behind me while Bellatrix was beside me. I entered the room where all of the Death Eater meetings happened, all of the heads turned to look at me. My mother and father went to sit on their regular seats while Bellatrix stood besides me. There he was, The Dark Lord, Voldemort, standing right in front of me. His terrifying teeth showing as he grinned. He grabbed my arm and gave me the Dark Mark. The pain was unbearable, but I held my head high, showing no emotion, my cold demeanor never changing. Lord Voldemort was amused. All the Death Eaters started clapping, I looked over to mom and dad, they were giving me pitiful looks. The ones that I hated the most.