(5th year—Malfoy Manor)
I bit my tongue. The scream I wanted to let out filled my mouth. Lord Voldemort's red eyes bore into mine. I held back a shiver as he smiled at me.
"It is done." He hissed low and raspy.
He turned to my parents, who are smiling proudly.
"She is one of us now."
My father bowed his head. I wanted to roll my eyes but I didn't. I couldn't. My eyes glanced at Draco. He gave a small nod. I have one back.
"Everyone is dismissed."
When Lord Voldemort left the room, I hurried out. Tears rushing down my cheeks. I slammed the door shut as I entered the bathroom. The scream I held in was finally free to let out.
My knees buckled as I let myself collapse to the ground. The pain in the dark mark burns my skin. A broken scream escaped. A gentle knock came at the door.
"It's me."
The door opened slowly as Blaise came in. Blaise locked the door before kneeling down.
"Bad?" He asked in a whisper.
I nodded. Blaise sighed as he whipped the tears away.
"What are you going to say that Weaselbee?"
"Nothing."
"But-"
"Please?" I asked as my voice cracked. "I haven't even told him about our secret kisses. They were only two yes but still."
"Salem-"
"I know. It probably makes me a bad girlfriend. But Blaise, he would react awful if I told him about my family, this mark... he wouldn't even be dating me if he knew. Please don't say a word to him. I think...I think I love him."
I saw hurt and pain in Blaise's eyes as I said I think I love him. I felt my heart break for Blaise as I saw him change his emotions quickly. His mouth opened but it was soon cut off by my scream.
My scream sounded broken and hurt. My hand covered the dark mark. The active black burning my skin. He was calling his death eaters.
This was the type of pain I would never get used too. Even if I get used to it, the pain would still hurt. It's probably worse than heartbreak, but yet again, I don't know what heartbreak felt like.
Blaise held me in his arms. I can hear his low hum as he starts humming a song. Even if Blaise isn't George, my heart wanted him. But my mind loves the idea of George.
My screaming finally came to stop. The scream made my throat dry, which made it hard to talk. I knew I couldn't tell the others about the dark mark. If they knew, I would lose them.
