The Mark That Determines (Dark Lord)

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It was a cold Saturday night, the perfect time to get away from Hogwarts without anyone taking notice. Aphra was always the type to disregard rules that trapped her. She did not like to be controlled, or feel restricted from doing what she pleased to do. The only profession she would ever consider was a Death Eater, to walk among the death dealers themselves. Even though Aphra doesn't agree with rules she would have no problem following the Dark Lord's laws.

Walking up the drive of the wonderfully, eerie house sent a pleasing sensation through her body. Knowing that her fate laid within the building that was only a few feet away from her was overwhelming. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted, well there was one thing, the Dark Lord could deny her what she rightfully felt belonged to her.

Reaching her hand out for the door knob, she was inches away from opening it, when the thought it occurred to her, I can't just bloody walk into this place. What are you scared? another voice in her head asked. No, what if that determines where you end up, barging in on a place like this. Aphra thought, trying to reason with herself. Go in d**n it, they don't want someone who is scared to walk into a building, the voice retorted, Plus, the only thing that will determine anything is that Mark, the Dark Mark.

Shaking the two voices from her head she gripped the knob, turning it to the right slowly, not due to fear but wanting to remember every second of these important moments. Her left hand rested in the depths of robe pocket, holding her wand. Opening the door, she smirked as the outside light illuminated the hall. The main hall looked as if it went on forever, a never ending tunnel that lead to her destiny.

Aphra step over the threshold, surrounded by confined walls. The door snapped shut, closing out all light, making Aphra feel relaxed. Every time the darkness consumed her she felt at easy. She never knew if it was the vampire blood in her or just some natural taste for darkness, it just always soothed her; which was needed for her to get the Mark that would determine the rest of her life.

[Draco Malfoy]

draco sat in his favorite chair in his office of the lair. He was expecting his new student followerer to come and receive her mark. He was looking forward to this and he would have her working from the inside of the school. He needed eyes and ears in all places.

Now he had people or would have people in Hogwarts. He just needed to infiltrate the ministry. He would have the whole wizarding in time. that was voldemort's mistake. He wanted harry potter more than starting on the more important things.

Draco's ears perked up as he heard someone out in thee hall. He sat there in the darkness. " Come in, I've been expecting you" he said with a smirk. Then he gestered with his hand using wandless magic for the door to open. Then he snapped his finger and a dim light appeared. " Come closer, don't be afraid. Your destiny awaits" he said in an ominous voice.

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Aphra smirked, relieved that he was here. She was completely excited that everything that would decide her life from here on out was in that room, the room right before her. The Dark Lord's voice even sounded demanding, it was that type of voice that she would never disobey, much like her father's.

Aphra slowly entered the dim room, letting her eyes adjust from the completely darkness that had surrounded her just a second ago. She was intrigued by his skill of wandless magic, even though the two things the Dark Lord had done were of simple nature. His words hit her hard, her destiny as really going to be handed to her, the power of being lined up behind the greatest wizard of them all. Aphra had heard stories of the old Dark Lord, she wondered if he would be the same but hoped he would differ in the most important way, achieving success.

She had no idea what to say, to start off with, did he already know who she was and her past. About her already growing murder list, that she had taken her own mother's life and driven away the only man she ever loved, her father. It was technically pointless that she cared so much of what he thought, this feeling had never occurred before, but the man in front of her held so much of Aphra's life in his grasp. Aphra stood there and awaited for him to address her again.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco was a man who knew what he needed to know about a person before they even walked into the lair. He was careful but not too careful. He cared, but what he cared about depended on what the person was to him. He loved and that too made him different from Voldemort. There were so many differences, at least Harry couldn't use the ideal of love to seperate him. No, it would be clearly on who backed them up.

Draco knew that Hermione would always be there for Harry but he had instilled in her mind that draco was now and always would be good. Such a foolish girl. But then again Draco was manipulative and had his own ways of having fun. Even at the expense of others. Yet today he would be having fun inviting someone into his ranks. Someone who showed promise even at a young age. Besides he would have now infiltrated Hogwarts. A large progression in his plan.

Draco smirked as he see her intrigue peak. She didn't have to say a word and no he didn't need to read her mind, though he could. " Please sit" he gestured to the chair next to him. He decided that he might have a small peak around in her brain. Yes, he could do that the only difference was that his victim would be none the smarter. When he infiltrated someone's mind they never knew. Another bonus, that made him stronger than Voldemort.

" Yes, I do know all about your past. It is why you have been given an invitation at such a young age. I trust you understand that we do not take death eaters who are usually of such an age, but you show such a strong power. " he told her with a grin. " Tell me, what do you wish to know? About me. About the plan. About it all" he asked her. It was shocking that he was this open but he knew how to keep his followers happy.

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Aphra let a small breath out, she had been holding it without even noticing. It was so odd for her to feel the sensation of nerves; she never got nervous about anything, or fearful. But at this very moment she was experiencing both those feelings and it felt uncomfortable.

She took her seat with ease, not wanting to show her tension which would lead to him noticing her slight fear. Aphra was completely appalled by the next comment the Dark Lord made, it had thrown her of course in he thoughts. "How do you..." She didn't bother finishing the question, she already knew. Sometimes it had slipped her mind that powerful wizards and witches, such as the Dark Lord, was able to obtain the ability of Occulmancy.

It felt strange to have someone else know about the murder she had committed only about three years ago, no one had known, Aphra had to deal with it all on her own. Being crazed and mentally stable was a hard task to master but somehow she had done it, found the balance. Aphra couldn't help but be pleased with what the Dark Lord had said, she showed strong powers, potential. It made her feel more pleased than she had ever been. To know that she had a purpose, to do what she always wanted to do, serve the Dark Lord.

Aphra knew simply what she wanted to know, she wanted to know everything she could drink in. "Everything." She said with eagerness, there would be no limit to her ability to take in knowledge this important. "I want to know about the plan, about anything that I could do to help you maintain this dark power." Aphra said intensely. Her cold ice blue eyes staring at him, as if she could do Occulmancy, though she couldn't, so it was to no prevail.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco liked to consider himself perceptive. He could tell that this girl, Aphra was nervous. He could relate and would try to make this as painless as possible. Though, in his opinion pain came with everything that worth something. He had learned that at a young age himself. When the world thought that he was down on his luck and being forced into something he didn’t want to do, he was stepping into the beginning part of his role today. It was all part of the bigger plan.

He smirked when she began to ask how he knew. “ I think you know that answer as well” he mused out loud. His smirk began to grow bigger. He loved that he had this kind of affect on people. In fact it fed into his ego like nothing else did.

“All in good time” he told her. He would tell her everything and anything she wanted to know. “ But first tell me about your parents. I assure you not another soul will know, you do trust your lord do you not?” he asked her. He wanted to know how and why but more importantly this was a test of sorts. He wanted to see just how much she would tell him. What she was willing to show of herself to her lord. The more the better. Indeed.

He chuckled. She was looking at him with the same ice cold eyes that he himself had. “ You want to learn it don’t you?” he asked curiously.

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Aphra returned the smirk. She liked the feeling of being able to boost his ego, when he seemed to be pleased, she did as well. Her eyes lit up at the mere mention of learning that ability, it is the ultimate weapon, to get inside your enemies' mind and know their fears, the next move they have planned, or just the basic thought that you knew exactly what they did. This power, she thought, was greatly needed to achieve any type of greatness. She knew she didn't even have to voice that she wanted to learn this, but that wouldn't stop Aphra from making it clear. "Yes I would." She said brightly.

Aphra held back an irritated sigh, she normally wouldn't but she wasn't exactly in the presence of someone of average ranking. It wasn't that Aphra was annoyed with the question, its just that she had a trusting issue. There is only one person that she trust completely, and that is her cousin, Leon Levistan. But there was no reason to deny the Dark Lord her trust, she knew it was needed.

Aphra withdrew her eyes from him for a moment before starting her story. "I know its probably hard to believe that a child of fourteen would be able to take the life of the very person who gave them life, but I managed it." Aphra began. This was a touchy subject to her, not as in sad, for Aphra really had no emotion attached to it, but for the mere fact that it was one thing only she knew, until the Dark Lord entered her mind. "I might as well say when I was going up, I was closer to my father, we would do everything together." Aphra laughed a bit at a passing memory. She had loved her father dearly, her mother had ruined it all.

"My mother had made the fatal error to undermine my power as a witch and a Vampire." She added. "She had made the mistake to think that she could control my life, just because she was the one who gave me it, that didn't mean she could lock me away from everything that life stands for." With each sentence Aphra's rage seem to grow, it was something that happened anytime she thought of it, which was another reason why she hated sharing information of her past with strangers.

Aphra got up from the chair without thinking, her mind and anger was consuming her. "She had tried to end my life, controlling when I fed, denying me of blood that I needed to live on. My father was too blind to see it, he was a innocent by stander, I pitied him." Aphra said roughly. "I couldn't dare take his life, but my mother's was worthless, she did not deserve the simple pleasures that she had received. So one night, as I fought with her, it turned into a battle no one could stop, we both knew in that moment it had come to the point where nether could live while the other was alive." Aphra stated, the memory played in her mind. She began to pace steadily, stopping at a shelf, her eyes blazing red, instead of the emotionless ice blue eyes.

Her hand gripped a vase that sat with other trinkets on the shelf. Aphra eyes now rested on the Dark Lord. "Before I knew it, I had lunged at her, my sharp fangs had made fresh open wounds on her soft delicate neck. I drank her blood, draining her of all the life she had stole from me, I was taking it back, claiming what was rightfully mine. " Aphra paused, her breath quicken with each intake. "I had won, won the ultimate battle against her, the look on her face said it all as she took in her last, rattling breaths. She knew that I had finally beaten her and that no one was going to know, to stop me." Aphra was drawn out of her ranting state when the vase she had been gripping, a little to tightly, burst into pieces.

Aphra blinked several times and looked at the Dark Lord. "I am sorry." She said, which was rare for her. She had let her emotions get the best of her mind. She calmly walked over to the seat she had been sitting in and took her previous position. "My father was not present at the house that night, but he knew. After about a month he left, but he never told anyone. I'm not sure if he really even knew it was me or chose not to believe that his baby girl could be responsible for such destruction. But I haven't seen him since." Aphra said with a distinct hint of sadness. "So I went to live with my cousin Leon Levistan." She finally finished. Aphra felt a overwhelming sense of relief after she had let it all come out, but now she was worried how the Dark Lord would take her tale, her outrage, her inability to contain herself. Aphra waited patiently for his response to all that had happened.

[Draco Malfoy]

He noticed her willingness to learn how to do it so eagerly. He couldn’t say that he blamed her but he knew that this one had far more eagerness than he had. He couldn’t help but be slightly suspicious of her. He raised his chin slightly and looked her over. “ Well perhaps we could arrange something if you prove to be worthy” he said in that confident and thingyy tone of his. He would teach her basics if she proved worthy. Never the level that he was on, never. She would never be able to place messages into others heads like he could.

“ No need to think highlyof yourself Aphra. Here there is no shock just tell me the story without dressing it up” he said with a wave of his hand when she tried telling him that it was hard to believe. Perhaps for some. But he was the Dark Lord himself eh? He was the only student at Hogwarts prior to her that is, to being admitted into the Death Eaters. Assured nothing she said could or would shock him. He had seen, done and heard much more than she could fathome.

“Emotions are weakness” he admitted honestly. In all of his life there had been only one set of emotions that rules him. Make Potter’s life hell he had never loved Pansy. Not the way that she had loved him. He was brought up that love did not exist. At least not for him. He had found a small truth in that lie, yet he never bet on it. He could care less whether or not he found love. It was partnership that he was interested in. Someone to run his bath at night other than the house elf. Someone to share his mansion and fame with. Someone to shag senseless but who would be a proper wife and mother in order to produce them an heir. Love, who needed love. Certainly not Draco. He wasn’t that weak.

Draco had to admit that her reasons for killing her parents were…selfish to say the least. They thought that Draco was a spoiled brat as a kid and look at who he was speaking to now. “ I will have you know that I do not respect your decision to kill them because of that however I do respect your power in your killing technique” he began. “ Here in the Death Eaters you will follow orders and mind you I will find out about any transgressions, believe me. I Have magic far more powerful than your wildest dreams” he told her. And he did. He couldn’t begin to explain to her what his power consisted of.

He scoffed at her wording about neither of them being able to live. It was like he was sitting in on the story of Potter and Voldemort all over again. “ Sit down” he told her as he eyed her touching his family vase. “ I will have you know that I am far more patient lord than Voldemort was but I will not tolerant this behavior. He said narrowing his eyes. His eyes flared and his cold eyes full of ice turned completely black.

“ I suggest that you sit down” he told her. She was already getting on the wrong foot. “ That was a family heir loom and I will have you know that if it weren’t for magic that you would be in a fate much worse than your mothers. I do not threaten I deliver” he told her honestly. Then with his eyes still on her he waved his hand the vase put itself back together without him muttering a word.


“Apologizing is another form of Weakness and I hope that it is only to me in which you apologize” he said honestly . “ You have much to learn and I suggest you learn it before you go around acting as if you already know it” he said making a hissing noise. He took a sip of his own drink and allowed the liquid to burn on its way down. He enjoyed the feel. “You are rather foolish for letting emotions control your life in the eyes of those around you, specifically your superiors” he said his eyes finally changing back to his ice cold normal blue.

"Now, which would you like to know about first, the plan or how I came to be?" he asked. He always loved the topic of himself. He found others did as well.

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Aphra was happy that there might be a chance for her to learn things he knew, it gave her comfort, knowing that she might be able to become as strong as him, one day. Her happiness was short lived due to the fact she had to relive that memory and the Dark Lord's nasty comments. He wasn't the one who was locked up in a room, with no food, no blood. Your own mother taking your blood whenever she felt like it, when there was plenty of other things to feed on. It was and still is to take blood from another vampire for a feast.

Aphra knew no one would understand her reasoning, but she couldn't blame them, it made her look like a dis-tempered child, that she surly wasn't. People tended to underestimate her and her abilities, just as the Dark Lord was doing now. It irritated her, she wanted nothing more to yell and tell him he was wrong, that her reasons were right, but he would just be blind to the whole thing. Instead she did as she was told, she sat down and said nothing.

Aphra tried really hard not to say anything but she was having a difficult time with this new task. She had never been told to hold back her anger, to her anger became power. If you were to show any emotion at all, she would pick anger, it creates fear and strength, how could he not know this?

Aphra decided to be brave and speak up about what she was feelings. "I hardly ever, or matter fact, never show emotions. But that is something I've locked up for years, I'm not so heartless that the killing of my mother wouldn't eat away at me." She said calmly. For some reason she felt a slight edge of fear ring over her body, it was strange, she never feared anyone. "As I said before I didn't mean to and no I never apologize to anyone for anything, but as you already know you are not just anyone." She smiled. Aphra liked that title, being know as a individual, she wanted that.

She nodded when the Dark Lord said she had much to learn, she already knew this. Aphra needed to learn to control certain things, it was a much harder task to do on your own than with others. She was fully irritated now, she never let her emotions show and the one time she did, and it wasn't technically her fault, she was criticized for it. Well if thats what he wanted than thats what the Dark Lord gets.

Aphra smirked on more time before making her face go blank. She would not show emotion for anything. In a quite monotonous tone she said, "Either one is fine both are important." Aphra stared at him, her eyes showing nothingness. How intrigue would he be if she stayed this way?