Stuck with a Slytherin

20: "WHO will call HIM?!"

You opened your eyes. We're leaving today... you thought miserably.

The 4 days on the beach were paradise, going straight from breakfast to the waves, and the ocean being the last thing you see before going to bed at night. You didn't know how you could ever thank the Malfoys for letting you go with them.

You stood up from bed, making your way to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

You threw on a pale green loose T-shirt and black leggings, then tucked the shirt into your bra to 'crop' it. Looking into the mirror, you swiped some mascara on your lashes and powdered your face, then added some lipgloss. You brushed out your hair before stepping out of the bathroom.

Lucius was the only one awake. You sent him a tight smile, then said, "I'm going to go for a quick walk before we leave, how long do I have?"

"About an hour." He responded quickly, and his voice almost sounded regretful, or strained.

"Okay. Thanks, sir." You slipped on your shoes, then opened the door, heading towards the elevator.

As you waited, the hallway darkened for a split second, and a shiver ran down your spine. You felt for a split second as though someone were watching you. You shook it off, though, convincing yourself that you were imagining it.

The elevator doors opened, and there were 3 people inside. A man with dark brown hair, and an older couple. The man's eyes flashed with interest when you stepped into the elevator, but you shook it off. It doesn't matter.

You pressed the 'G' button on the console, and leaned against the wall.

The old couple got off at Floor 6.

Your breath quickened as the man came up to you the second the doors closed. He stuck his hand in his pocket, and you went to pull out your wand, but realized you left it in the room. Ugh, I'm an idiot.

A sickening grin spread across the stranger's face, and you stepped towards the door. 2 more floors. You couldn't reach the console to press a sooner floor, so you just had to hope for the best.

1 more floor. You thought. And just as the elevator started slowing to a stop, the mysterious man grabbed your arm, pulling out his wand, and apparated you both.

Whoosh. You were sucked through a tunnel of cold, compacted air. Nausea threatened to overtake you, but you were able to keep enough control.

Suddenly, the spinning stopped. You were dropped onto the hard ground in front of a really dirty shed. You took a moment to compose yourself from the dizziness before standing up, the man who brought you here doing nothing to help.

"Wh-what do you want from me?" You whispered.

He ignored you, instead grabbing your arm again. The sky was dark above you, and the clouds looked heavy. You were shoved towards the shed, the doors opening automatically as soon as you were within 2 feet of them.

The shed's inside was much bigger than it seemed, with a room nearly as big as half of a football field. In the middle, a large round table sat, with many cloaked figures sitting around it. Death Eaters. One of them removed his hood.

"Dad? What are you-" You started.

"Don't call me that. It is none of your business, although you'll find out soon enough." He said sharply before putting his hood back up.

A cackle sounded from across the table, and you noticed a fluffy haired lady leaning over it. Bellatrix. She looked insane. "WHO will call HIM?!" She screamed.

You looked around the table, taking note of 3 empty seats and shivered. One of the Death Eaters pulled up the left sleeve of his cloak, revealing his dark mark. He pressed his wand against it, and it came to life, writhing on his arm.

There was an encapsulating hissing sound that vibrated around the room, and then a few moments of silence followed. Suddenly, the shed started buzzing, almost vibrating. The walls felt as if they were closing in, but... no, there was black smoke coming from them. The smoke filled the room, and you were suffocating, you couldn't breathe. Something in you didn't want to though, but you shoved the thought away, coughing.

Then all of the smoke pulled away, gathering into one chair. Forming into a person. Into Voldemort.

Your breath caught in your throat. No, no, no, no! What if he kills me? Or Crucios me?

"Welcome, loyal followers. I see we are missing two? Ahh, the Malfoys. They were unable to come?" Voldemort's excuse for a voice rattled the room. You stared at his feet, barely even noticing the fact that Draco's parents were supposed to be here.

"Well, I can say, I'm looking forward to adding a new member to our ranks. And a young one, at that. L/n?" You looked up, but he was focused on your father. Wait- isn't he a muggle?

"Is your daughter willing to become one of my followers?" You wanted to scream. You wanted to say no. But you knew that you couldn't do anything. You were in a room full of Death Eaters, wandless.

"Yes, my lord. She has expressed her excitement on the matter." Liar. You thought at your father's words.

Voldemort turned to you, standing up. "In that case, you will receive the mark. Come here." You blinked back tears and stepped toward him. He held out a hand, and you placed your own trembling one in his, palm up. "Do you vow to be a loyal follower to me, to do every task that I assign to you without hesitation, and to never fraternize with the enemy?"

His voice sent chills through your body. You could feel the cold pulsing from where his bony silver hand met with your wrist. "Yes, sir." The second you did, you wished you hadn't, as you felt the point of his wand press into your skin, right on top of your scars.

"If you scream, cry, or react in any way, you will be punished." He warned.

"I understand." Your eyes stayed focused on the ground. You felt your arm start tingling, then the sensation worked into discomfort, feeling swollen and pressurized. Then you felt pain, blinding pain all throughout your forearm. You squeezed your eyes shut as the seering claws made their way through your veins, up your arm, and to your shoulder.

Don't scream. Don't scream. You screamed. The second you did, the wand was removed from your arm, and you dropped to the ground. Your left wrist all the way to your shoulder was pulsing with pain, and you laid on the cold ground, trembling.

"I thought I told you not to scream?" Voldemort said threateningly, before continuing. "Very well, you shall be punished. Crucio."

A flash appeared in your vision, and for a moment, you felt nothing. Then your bones broke. Every single one felt as if they broke, then mended, then broke again. Over, and over, and over. Your throat was raw from screaming. Your head hit the ground from your seizing. You felt nothing but pain.

Then you felt nothing. And the world went black as Bellatrix's evil cackle sounded in the far distance.