Narcissa watched with horror as the Dark Lord placed the tip of his wand on Draco's forearm. Draco screamed and sunk to his knees as the Dark
Mark was branded onto his skin. Narcissa gasped and reached out a hand towards her son, but a cold hand on her shoulder stopped her.
"Don't embarrass him, Cissy," Bellatrix hissed in her ear.
Jaw clenched, Narcissa looked at the Dark Lord. He looked at Draco's pale shaking form as if he were something he'd found stuck to his shoe.
She couldn't take it anymore. She turned and briskly walked out of the parlor of Malfoy Manor and into the garden. She looked up at the starry sky, and the tears she had been holding back since the beginning of the meeting fell from her eyes.
Narcissa buried her face in her hands and began to sob. Her son. Her little boy was now a Death Eater who was assigned a task he had no hope of accomplishing. How could the Dark Lord be so cruel as to use their teenaged son to punish her and Lucius.
A fresh wave of tears escaped he
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