The Death Eater

The Mark

Helena crept into the house, her mind cleared and her face showing it.

"Well, where have we been?" Bellatrix's voice cackled and echoed in the room.

Helena faced her, "Bellatrix, what are you doing up?"

"I asked first, sweetie." She said, moving closer to interpret her reply, she could sometimes be a living lie detector.

"Fine, I was... Directing my emotions." Helena said, "Now your turn."

Bellatrix clicked her tongue, "You should've invited me, like in the old days."

"Bellatrix, I asked you a question." Helena raised an eyebrow.

She smirked, showing off a nasty pair of dental work, "I was hoping to catch Draco when he came in."

Helena froze, "Draco left as well?"

She nodded, "Sent his mother in a frenzy, I got curious to where he went."

"Or, Narcissa sent you here so she'd know as soon as her 'Blonde Baby Malfoy' came home." Helena laughed.

"Just what I wanted to hear from our favourite murderer." A voice said from behind her.

Helena rolled her eyes, "And here he is."

Bellatrix, on the other hand, took a different perspective to Draco's words, "You dare call her a murderer as if it was an insult! I've murdered more people than she ever has, would you dare say that to me! Look at the job you've got, Draco. Look at it!"

Draco looked scared.

"Mum!" Helena said, "Calm down, I can fight my own battles. And Draco hasn't experienced the pleasure yet, he doesn't understand."

Draco's pale face looked worse.

"What's wrong now, Draco?" Helena asked.

"You called... You said... she's your... mum?" He managed.

Helena stood before a select few death eaters. Her left arm held out for the mark to, finally, be burned into her skin. Draco, too, held out his arm, but he was sickly pale and shaky. It didn't help that she had knocked him out and shoved him in a closet to sleep.

"My brave young ones, you have proven yourselves and have given me the information I need to... help you become the best death eater that you can be. Today, the dark mark will be gifted to you, forever marking you as one of my own." He walked up to Draco, his wand out, "Draco, are you ready?"

He nodded roughly, looking as if he might throw up.

"If you insist." And a flash started setting the magical tattoo into the boy's skin. Voldemort, enjoying the experience, stuck his tongue out as Draco's screams chorused through the room.

He moved towards Helena.

"Just do it, my lord." She said, not wanting to waste any more time.

"Well done on your kill last night but keep it to a minimum." He whispered before the light flashed towards her own arm.

Pain. That was all that was left. No thoughts, just pain. It raced through her body and wouldn't be dulled. Pain. But, she didn't scream like Draco, her scream held the hint of madness that she had earned from years with Bellatrix and in the freeze. Then, it did dull, until it was only a slow background pain.

Helena could see Bellatrix watching her closely. She walked forward and held her arm up in the air, "Yes!"

Bellatrix let out a yell of her own and Helena felt the happiness that she had spent years waiting for. Draco was still on the ground, sobbing slightly, but Helena didn't bother with him. This was her dream, her moment, and no wimpy little mummy's boy was going to change that.