He who must not be Loved. [d.m]

7-1

"You look just like your pathetic mother."

DAPHNE GREENGRASS POV:
"What say you, Pius?" The Dark Lord asked, his gaze piercing into one of his loyal deatheaters. "One hears many things, My Lord. But the truth isn't always amongst them." He answers. "Spoken like a true politician."

I looked at Draco who was seated in front of me. The usual gloomy expression planted on his face. If only he could do something which would make him realise how great it is to be The Dark Lord's supporter.

That's when it clicked me. I knew Y/n wasn't a deatheater just yet.. and what would make me happier than taking the only good thing left in her life?

"Greengrass. Care to share what you've got going in that head of yours?" The Lord said, startling me. I shook my head, "I was simply wondering, My Lord.. has Y/n gotten the Dark Mark yet?" I asked. I could feel Draco's glare on me as the words left my mouth. "My Lord, perhaps it's time for her to get it." Bellatrix whispered.

"Your own daughter doesn't.. support this? Shame." Pius muttered. Brave of him to defy Voldemort like that. "Quiet." He shouted as everyone flinched under his voice. "She will get it. Today. Now." He sneered. "Wormtail. Bring her down." He said as Pettigrew quickly nodded before rushing upstairs.

Well, my job here was done.

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Y/N RIDDLE POV:
It had been a couple days. Voldemort— being an amazing father, had given me a room where I could sleep instead of the nasty cellar. I hadn't spoken to anyone these past few days. Perhaps it was because of how scared I was of them. Or maybe how scared they were of me.

Suddenly, my door slam open, startling me. I scrunched my nose at the sight of Pettigrew.

"The Dark Lord wishes to call you." He panted. I rolled my eyes. "You can tell.. The Dark Lord.. that I don't wish to,see him or anyone at this moment." I spat, emphasising on his name. "He's- he's going to kill me!" He snarled. "Best you remain dead, then." I scoffed, getting out of the bed.

My bare feet hit the ice cold ground. I hadn't moved out of bed in days.

Reluctantly, I followed Wormtail downstairs— stopping in footsteps when I saw the whole fucking deatheater army on the dining table.

"Ah, Y/n. Good sleep?" Voldemort asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. No one dared to laugh, of course. That's one perk of being his so-named daughter. They fear you as much as they fear him.

"Why did you call for me?" I asked bluntly. His eyes darted across the room as the deatheaters began to leave. I spotted Draco from the corner of my eye who was looking at me in sympathy. I furrowed my brows as Lucius pulled him away. A d they all left.

I could feel Voldemort draw closer as I snapped my head up. His wand was in his hand. "I'm going to make this quick, Y/n." He spoke. "Make what quick? What are you doing?" I asked, taking a step back. He grabbed my arm, pointing the tip of his wand at it.

As much as I hate to admit it, he was strong. And it only hurt trying to get my hand out of his grip. "Mordsmordre." He muttered before I felt a burning pain in my hand.

The pain only grew more as something began drawing into my arm. It hurt so much to a point where I couldn't seven hear myself scream. His wand dug more into my arm and it felt as if it were a dagger.

By the time the pain had died down, tears were streaming over my face. He let go of my arm as I fell onto the cold floor. "What was that!?" I stammered, wiping my tears before looking back at my arm.

I froze when my eyes landed on the Dark Mark. No, no, no, no. I began rubbing the skin harshly but it was no use. It was engraved into my arm.

My nose scrunched up, as I only cried more. He used his wand to force me to look up at him. A satisfied grin on his face. "You look just like your pathetic mother." He spat.

I swallowed my spit, glaring up at him. "Who was my mother?" I muttered. He let go of the grip on my before turning away. "A stupid mudblood. I made the pathetic mistake of falling for her." He scoffed. "She was a friend of Sirius.. made him your godfather before I had the chance to kill her." He said. "You killed her?" I said. Although I wasn't surprised at all.

"Couldn't let her live, could I?" He raised a brow. "You could." I muttered. He glared at me before walking away.

My legs took me back up to my room. I opened the door to find Draco sitting on my bed. He quickly stood up after spotting me. "Leave." I muttered, not looking at him as the door closed. "Y/n." He sighed, walking closer. "Get out, Draco! I don't want to see anyone!" I shouted, followed by a sob as I buried my face in my hands. He sighed softly, wrapping his arms around me.

"I didn't want this, Draco." I whispered as my tears stained his suit. "I know." He muttered, hugging me tighter.

DRACO MALFOY POV:
28th June, 1995 — End of Year 5

Coming back to the Malfoy Manor isn't always a treat. But this time.. it was different. There'd been news of Bellatrix escaping from Azkaban so I suppose that's why Mother was tense.

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I hate her. I hate her, I hate Father, I hate Bellatrix, I hate Lorenzo, I hate Hogwarts, i fucking hate everything.

She promised. She promised I wouldn't get this mark. She promised I'd be free and if have a normal year at Hogwarts. Now I'm supposed to go and fix the fucking vanishing cabinet so Voldemort can take over. It's not fair. It's not fucking fair. I don't deserve this.

I hate everyone. But I hate myself even more. It's my fault. It's all my fucking fault. I hate myself. I hate this mark, it's never going to leave me. A reminder for as long as I'm alive. Perhaps it'd be best if I end it all.

I can't take this anymore.

I hate myself.

PRESENT
I hate myself and I'm not going let Y/n feel the same. I'm going to help her.

Hi guys, I hope you liked this chap. I'm gonna finish year 7 quickly so I can start on my next upcoming book :))