Snape grimaced as he Apparated into Malfoy Manor, the wards letting him in. His arm was burning, and there was another meeting with the Dark Lord. He groaned inwardly at the possibility of being tortured to within an inch of his life when Voldemort found out he had no dirt on the Order to share.

Moving through the halls quickly to find the meeting room, he bumped into Lucius Malfoy.

"Lucius," Snape greeted, his lips curling into a strained smile. Lucius smiled, an unusual ex
pression for his face, and Snape was startled. "What puts you in such a happy mood?"

"Today is a fine day," Lucius said cheerfully, "for today is the day my son, Draco, receives the Dark Mark!"

Snape froze. "What?"

"Draco," Lucius repeated, looking at Severus strangely, "he is to get the Dark Mark."

Snape's momentary surprise and horror was immediately schooled into an unreadable ex
pression. "Congratulations."

Lucius patted Snape on the back. "You don't know the joy of it, I know, seeing as you don't have children yourself. My son has made me proud!"

Snape only nodded, and followed Lucius as they made their way to the meeting room. Draco was to become a Death Eater this meeting. Why had he not been told? The Order should have been informed, so that Draco could be protected. Unless the boy wanted to be a Death Eater...?

Severus shook his head. No, the boy might be cruel at times, but he was not evil. He was simply a child. He must have been forced to accept then.

They arrived much too early, and they were among the last to arrive in the dark room, crowded with people in black cloaks and silver masks.

"Welcome," Voldemort smiled, once everyone had gathered, "to the initiation of one Draco Malfoy." 

Draco walked into the room as the Dark Lord had said his name. He didn't plan that either. He was a little too caught up in what he had been doing in his room, which was reading and trying to calm his nerve about what was going to happen. He stood stilled as he noticed that he had been late to his own initiation. He looked away from everyone in the slight embarrassment he felt.

He walked forward and as he did so, his Malfoy last name called for him to hold his head high even if he was nervous. Malfoys didn't show embarrassment or fear. He raised his head and walked to the group of Death Eaters. He stood next to his father with is head held high and his face as neutral as possible as he could make it.

He looked at the Dark Lord and gulped his heart from his throat back to his chest. "I'm sorry Sir. For being late. I was rather busy in my quarters." He bowed his head slightly to show he was sorry. He raised it again and looked at the Dark Lord and backed up more to stand almost against his father. Merlin that man was scary at times.

"No matter," Voldemort said, still looking pleased. "I am a merciful lord. You will be punctual next time, however, young Malfoy, or there will be punishment." He took out his wand. "Come here, Draco."

Snape watched as Voldemort prepared to initiate the boy. Having been initiated himself, he knew the ceremony. First, they would take a vow to the Dark Side and Voldemort, and then they would get the mark. Afterwards was the worst part. They had to participate in a gruesome activity organised by their referrer, who was usually a friend or parent. In Draco's case, it was Lucius, and that worried Snape immensely. Lucius had a sadistic and twisted mind, and nothing chosen by him could end up good for Draco. However, he hoped he would not have to kill. He was only a boy, and his soul should not be mutilated. 

The Initiation went by slowly. Voldemort asked for Draco's loyalty, and then directed unbearable agony into the boy's forearm, via the Dark Mark. It was when he had to complete his task that Snape jerked awake.

His suspicions were right. Lucius, being the sick mind he was, had caught a Muggle girl, and had tied her to a wooden stick. Admittedly, she was pretty, and she looked wealthy. After all, the best for the Malfoys.

He felt sick when he saw Lucius hold up what appeared to be a large rock. In fact, when inspected closer, it was an explosive. A Muggle explosive, but charmed, as he explained proudly, to only blow up the girl. Snape wanted to retch, and he was about to when Lucius added that he intended for Draco to 'cut her up some and make her scream' before she was eventually blown to bits. 

Draco's father definitely was a sick maniac. 

((Whatever you like. :) ))

After a few seconds of thinking it through, Snape decided that between the Muggle girl and Draco's life, he'd definitely choose Draco's. Not out of hate for the Muggles, but because Draco was more important to the cause in the long run. Unfortunately, he decided that a Muggle life could be spared for the greater good.

Knowing that Draco was hesitant, and knowing even better that for Draco to not go through would mean instant death, he pushed himself into the boy's mind, ignoring the Occlumeny shields. Growling, before Draco could fling him out of his mind, he mentally encouraged him to go through. 'Do it, Draco! Now!'

Draco heard Snape's encouragement and immediately put down the explosive, can't exactly take out his wand or anything to cut her if he had an explosive in one hand and nothing to pull out his wand. Draco took out his wand and backed away slightly. He held his wand up slightly and looked at the girl's eyes with his grey ones. "Sectumsempra.." His wand shot out a light and it went right into the girl.

Her clothes began to show red stains of blood, soaking her in the thick liquid. His eyes were slightly wide but he had to keep himself calm. He held his wand to the door. "Accio knife..." THe door swung open and a knife came flying into the room, toward Draco and the now crying girl. Draco ducked and it stuck into the board the girl was pinned to. He decided that was bad. He looked at the explosive.

((what kind of explosive is it?))

((Any explosive? xD I just thought maybe a bomb or something. I don't much about them but they sounded interesting? Don't worry, though, only in a purely academic way.))

Snape growled slightly at the use of his own spell, but quickly schooled his ex
pression to blankness when a few Death Eaters turned at the sound. They eyed him suspiciously before turning back to the display.

Dammit. He had to use that spell out of the whole arsenal of spells at his disposal. Blow her up now, Draco, he thought. You've cut her up already. Do it now and put her out of her misery. However, these thoughts were not projected into Draco's mhead, as he didn't want to risk Draco losing his concentration, so he only hoped that the boy had the same idea in mind. 

((ahh. okay.))

Draco slightly trembled as he grabbed the bomb and placed it just at the girl's feet. If she didn't blow up into a million pieces, he would have to improvise with some kind of spell. He backed away a little more so he wasn't caught in the blaze too much. He held his wand to the fuse. "Incendio." The red light shot out and lit the fuse. Draco stood up and back away, waiting for the whole little thing to blow up. The fuse dwindled down and to nothing, sending the shards of bomb everywhere and even making the bottom half of the girl explode. His clothes and face had some blood spots on them. One on his cheek dripped down over his chin.

Draco's eyes widened slightly at the half exploded body. He had to help her some way. The unforgivable? no.. Too much for him, even though it would be the quickest. He quickly ran over hte spells in his head and breathed in deeply. He held his wand shakily and murmured. "Bombarda" and held his wand to her directly. The light shot out and the remainder of her body exploded, blood, bones, teeth, and all.

((sorry.. Unsure if Draco can use Bombarda to explode someone.. just thought it would give him somethin gto throw up about.))

((Lol. xD))

"Bravo, Draco!" Voldemort cried in the stunned silence. After this display, the Death Eaters had been shocked, and there had been not a sound for at least two minutes. At the Dark Lord's proclamation, however, there were cheers. Lucius Malfoy looked especially proud, and he began boasting. 

Severus felt dreadfully sick now. The mere thought of what Draco was meant to do had revolted him, but actually seeing it was something different entirely. Looking around, he noticed Narcissa Malfoy looking particularly green as well.

Knowing the celebrations were in order, he wanted to leave now, but he couldn't. He had seen Draco, and knew what he would be feeling. He needed to get to his godson before he did something to hurt himself. He began pushing through the crowd to find Draco. 

Draco held his hand to his bloody face. He staggered back slightly and bowed to Voldemort slightly. "I-I will attend festivities later Milord.." Draco quickly dismissed himself and ran to the door. His eyes widening with each step. He couldn't do this. It was too much. His father was so proud, but his stomach was so weak from seeing all that blood and such being splattered all over. His stomach churned and he leaned on the wall.

His pale face was green with sickness. He fumbled with the door to his bathroom. He immediately went in and bent over the sink. His grey eyes were almost glazed silver from the sickness he felt. He held his hand over his mouth when he saw the blood dripping from his cheek. He bent over and his lunch spilled into the sink.