Some misconceptions were that Lenora Hawthorne was some weird, innocent, idiotic teen girl. Though, the ones who actually knew her knew that she was way more than just some innocent girl. Barring an Allegiance to The Dark Lord, And his Son With Came...
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_____________________________ IT WASNT UNTIL I FOUND MYSELF IN A ROOM full of death eaters and my Poor innocent brother, this was a threat—and one i didn't want to oblige.
"Ah.. so here she is." The dark lords corrupted voice rang throughout me. "Lenora Hawthorne."
I wanted nothing more then to leave.. With my brother.
"Lenora-Don't do anything he asks!" Lance pleaded.
"I did not ask you to speak, Boy!" He muttered, in his direction, muttering a crucio towards him earning a panic throughout me.
i stayed silent, Not speaking unless i was spoken to.
"I need to ask a favour of you." He said to me, before turning to one of his death eaters, telling him to bring Lance out of the room.
"Although.. I'm not really asking, unless you'd want your poor brother to be killed, And never return home to his idiotic sister."
"Yes my lord, what is it that you ask.." the words practically burned my tongue to say.
i knew what he'd ask—i wasn't here for anything other than what his filthy mouth would suggest.
I wasn't stupid.
"Will you become one of my followers, Or.. your brother will face death." he grinned devilishly.
"Yes my lord.. I will fulfil your needs and become a death eater, And follow you throughout everything. But my brother returns back to Hogwarts." i mumbled, tears filling my eyes, but not daring to drop.
"Yes, And when i'm not around you will obey my son-"
"What?" i muttered interrupting him.
"Do not interrupt my speaking!" he yelled causing multiple people in the room to flinch. "Unless, of course you'd rather that precious brother of yours to die?"
"sorry my lord.. I will fulfil all of your orders—Along with your...sons.."
"Good, Now give me your arm." He demanded, and i could only listen to him, Putting out my arm.
And with that he had muttered something under his breath and the mark appeared onto my arm, Not painlessly either, i let out a sharp hiss when the pain began, But it didn't hurt as much as i thought it would.
"You may go, Miss Hawthorne—And your brother stays." He ordered.
