Father's Little Deatheater

Initiation

I reach my father just in time as the man I'm told to be Barty Crouch Junior illuminates the night sky with the dark mark. "Morsmordre!" A light fly's out of his wand and a big skull lights up the sky, with a snake slithering out of the skulls mouth. Barty Crouch runs away and gets captured by his own father. We apparate in a instant. I scrunch up my eyes as I feel my body being pulled in all directions. 

"Open your eyes silly girl, were here." Father berates as we land on a hard wood floor. I let out a breath and open my eyes. "This is the old Riddle Manor. We are using it as head courters until the Dark Lord is reborn." My father spoke. The manor was dark, unused and undisturbed, leading to a buildup of thick dust layer and smell of decay. The back door, which connected to the gardens, led to the massive kitchen that opened up to the foyer. We walked up the stone steps and turned to the corridor, and there was an open door at the end of the passageway, which would be the room we were headed to.

As we enter the room there is a big armchair sitting in the middle, Peter Pettigrew kneels in front of it speaking to someone. "My Lord, the Malfoy girl has arrived." "Ahh let me see her." The disheveled voice spoke. Father guides me over to the meet the Dark Lord. There in the big arm chair is a shriveled up little man wrapped up in a black cloak. "What a beautiful creature" He spoke, giving me the shivers. "Kneel down before me and we shall discuss your initiation to become one of my followers." Father shoves my frozen body down on my knees, shaking as I await my orders.

Voldemort proceeds to tell me he learned that this year the Triwizard Tournament would be held at Hogwarts and that, Alastor Moody an ex-Auror, will teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. He said his plan was to kidnap Harry Potter at the Quidditch World cup but he was too weak to do so. His new plan was as follows. Voldemort and Wormtail were to go to the Crouch estate, where Voldemort will place Crouch Snr under the Imperius Curse and free Crouch Jnr for good. Voldemort will order Crouch Jnr and Pettigrew to capture Moody at his home. When they do, Crouch will place Moody under Imperius Curse and create a Polyjuice potion which he will use to impersonate Moody for the entire school year. I am to help him influence the Tournament to ensure that Harry would be the one to get to the Triwizard Cup first during the last task, which will be set up as a portkey, which will transport Harry to the Little Hangletons graveyard where the Riddle tomb's lay and The Dark Lord will rise.

The light of the full moon shines through the windows, turning my gaze towards the bright light my breathing starts to get faster and I feel my body change into my wolf. Now that I had my potions I am aware of my surroundings and I can control my violent urges. It feels like I'm watching my wolf form from outside of my body and I'm telling it what to do. My wolf is different to most other werewolves. It does stand on two legs but he's more fluffy, his fur is a dark grey with a sparkly silver tone. It's eyes are a pale blue. The dark lord and the others watch in awe, I start telling the wolf to growl and act violent, and it does exactly that. "Perfect. Now we will have two werewolves on our side." The dark lord says. My wolf curls up in the corner of the room and waits for the transformation back. Before my eyes go to black I notice my father placing a blanket over my wolf body.  

***

Over the rest of the holidays, father was teaching me the unforgivable curses more seriously now, as I might have to use them during the tournament. I received beating after beating when I didn't perform the curses properly on the manor animals. He eventually got sick of teaching me and said when the time comes I will use them correctly. This caused me more emotional distress and I started cutting myself again, this time with a more deliberate form of using Diffindo to cut into my skin. I didn't even talk to my friends via the journal, even George who had left me a message after the World Cup asking if I was okay. 

***

The morning we were going back to school father pulls me aside to go over everything I'm supposed to do this year. "Don't mess this up! Listen to everything Barty tells you to do, UNDERSTAND!" Father berates. "Yes, father" I reply with a nod. "Good girl, now off you go" Father shoos me away. I slump back up to my room and pack my last minute things. Mother takes Draco and I to the station this time as father barricaded himself in his office for some reason. I say my goodbyes to mum and head onto the train with Draco. 

I sit in silence with the Slytherins for most of the trip. The boys trying to talk to me every now and again. "What's wrong with her," I hear Theo ask my brother. "No idea, she hasn't spoken to me since the world cup." Draco tells them, sounding rather disappointed. "Blimey, Astra. Please tell us what's going on." Blaze pleads, placing his hand on my shoulder. I look up into his worried eyes and sigh. "I cant tell you anything, but I promise I will hang out with you guys for the majority of the year." I tell them forcing out a smile. "You sure, Astra." Draco asks. "Yes, Draco I'm sure. I have just had a lot on my mind lately, but I will make an effort to be happy around you guys." I smile, before pulling out my robes and heading to get changed. 

I make my way back to the Slytherins after getting changed, but sit by myself so I can write and draw in my journal. I have been writing down my feelings a lot lately and drawing things like the dark mark and Voldy in his disheveled form. I look back to the drawing of George and feel tears from in my eyes. I really do miss talking to him, I wish I could just tell him everything that's going on, but I know deep down I can't. I can't tell a single soul what I am about to do this year. But I am not going to ignore the twins and my friends. I will put on a happy face and act like nothing is wrong. I hope they wont see the fake smile I will be showing them. 

I take a big breath in then out before closing my book and placing my hands on top, looking out the window, watching the world pass by as my mind plays the plan over and over in my head.