We Didn't Have a Choice

2 - Welcome to the Dark Side

I took a seat at a long table next to my father, and to my dismay, Draco. Several other people sat around the table who I assumed were Death Eaters like my father.

The mood in the room felt evil, and cold.

I looked up at a woman who came in and gave Draco a hug. She had black, curly hair, and a slim face. I could just tell she deranged by the way she looked at me.

"You must be Blair...you're pretty one actually."

"Th-thank you," I said, nervously.

She cocked her head at me as she sat down. "Don't be nervous. It's a great honor to serve the Dark Lord. I'm Bellatrix by the way; I'm Draco's aunt."

The name sounded familiar. I believe my mother and her are good friends. "It's nice to meet you."

After a few minutes, we all stood up, and Voldemort entered the room. His snake, Nagini slithered at his feet. He took a seat at the head of the table, and we all sat back down.

His eyes scanned the room, and I prayed he wouldn't look at me. The last thing I wanted to do was talk to him.

"Ah! Blair!" My stomach dropped. "I haven't seen you in ages. You've grown so much. Draco is very lucky," he commented.

Chuckles filled the room, and my cheeks burned red.

I nodded shyly. "Thank you, M-my Lord."

"Oh don't be shy! I don't bite..."

More laughs.

"So, you and Draco are to be married soon, yes?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but my Father cut in which annoyed me.

"Yes, we're planning to hold the ceremony when they come home for break in the winter."

"Great...so Blair, Draco, the whole point of this meeting was actually so I could ask you both a very important question."

I felt a rush of nerves rush through me. That couldn't be good.

"I was hoping you two would join me. Because Lucius is gone, we need someone to makeup for him...and we all know that neither of you alone could fulfill the power of Lucius, so I want both of you to join me."

My stomach dropped. He couldn't be serious, right? We're 16!

Neither Draco or I responded.

"Well, what do you say?"

"Blair will do it," my father cut in quickly.

My head shot up. He did not just say that.

"Great! Draco?"

Draco's face was stone cold. He looked petrified.

"Draco? Lucius would be very proud if you joined us...besides, you don't have a choice to join us or not. You must suffer the consequences of your father's mistakes."

He looked up. I could see his hands shaking.

"C'mon Draco!" Bellatrix urged.

"Y-yeah. I'll do it."

Voldemort smiled making my stomach turn.

"Very good! I think you both know I wasn't going to take no for an answer any ways...I mean after all, you have no choice!" he said devilishly.

Everyone laughed, except my father who looked as though he was about to be sick. He avoided my eyes as I looked at him. I could not believe he had just signed me up to join Voldemort.

"Blair, Draco, come here," Voldemort ordered.

Draco and I stood up slowly, and walked over to him.

"Give me your left arm, Draco."

He reluctantly held out his arm, and Voldemort pressed his wand to his forearm. The Dark Mark began to appear on Draco's arm.

His face twisted in agony as the mark appeared which made me nervous.

The second it was over, Draco pulled his arm away. He wore a pained expression on his face.

"Blair. Your turn."

I stepped up, holding my arm out. He pressed his wand to my arm, and the most painful feeling I've ever felt filled my arm. I bit my lip to prevent myself from crying out because it hurt so bad.

He removed his wand, and I looked down at my arm which now had the ugliest mark I had ever seen.

"Welcome to the Dark Side, Draco and Blair," Voldemort said in his sickening voice.

Cheers filled the room. I looked at Draco who was frozen - he had no emotion. I then looked to my dad who was avoiding my eyes. I couldn't believe he said yes.

I wanted to cry as I already knew being a Death Eater was going to be absolute hell.

The second the meeting concluded, I stormed out of the room, and ran right into Narcissa and my Mother.

"Did you know this was going to happen?" I chided.

She looked down at my arm which had the mark. Tears filled her eyes.

"I'm so sorry darling...please let me explain."

"No need. And don't darling me. You betrayed me," I snarled.

I pushed past her, and ran up the stairs to my room, slamming the door shut.

I went into the bathroom, and turned on the sink. I stuck my arm under the cold water, and scrubbed away at the mark desperate to remove it because I knew it would remind me of horrible things everyday.

My skin turned red, and irritated, and no matter how hard I scrubbed, the mark would not go away.

I fell to the ground, and I cried. There was no way out of this. I had no choice, but to be a follower of the Dark Lord.