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Pain. An extreme overwhelming burning sensation on their left forearms left them gritting their teeth and pursing their lips. Y/n looked dead ahead at the dimly lit shelving inside Borgin and Burke's, wanting to focus her eyes on anything besides her arm.

Draco on the other hand could not stop starring at the bright brand on his forearm. The juxtaposition between his pale skin and the mark was a forever reminder that what ever his entailed, it no longer mattered. Fenrir released a maniacal chuckle leaning against the tall cabinet.

"If I was given one of those I wouldn't be crying like you two are."

Bellatrix quickly pointed her wand to the underside of Fenrirs face. Others found her to be otherworldly and slightly insane, but Bellatrix believed herself to be extremely smart and vicious. She knew that if anyone would start the rumor of Draco being weak, it would reflect badly on her sister. And although there wasn't a unconditional love between the family, Bellatrix still would try to prevent ill will upon the Malfoys. The head of her want imprinted on his neck and she looked at him, her snarl showed off her mangled teeth and her hollow cheek bones.

"The Dark Lord allows his trusted innermost circle to have those marks. It would be a pity if he heard you criticized his judgement on who receives them?"

Fenrir clenched his jaw and let his eyes glaze over not wanting to give Bellatrix to satisfaction of fear. But she didn't need his lip to quiver to know he was afraid of him. She let out a cackle and dropped her wand, her tongue licked her teeth and she turned toward Y/n and Draco. They stood still like oak trees their feet planted firmly on the old wood floors and their limbs sticking straight to their sides.

"All so serious! It's a great night! The Dark Lord would be so pleased if he was hear." She hissed walking behind y/n and placing her hands on her shoulders.

"Aren't you happy dear?"

Y/n shoved down the grimace on her face from the burning pain across her skin and turned around toward Bellatrix. She broadcasted a large smile and told Bellatrix and the others what they wanted to hear.

"This is just the first step to letting all those mudbloods rot." Y/n smirked moving her body from the stiff position to uplift her chin and roll back her shoulders.

Bellatrix held the highest standard of her. She favored Y/n compared to any other death eaters—beside her immediate family— because she reminded Bellatrix of her old self. Vicious with a wicked tongue that could outwit any person. And Y/n appreciated the knowledge Bellatrix shared, although she hoped never to use any of it.

"Ah just like me." Bellatrix smirked looking toward Narcrissa. "Isn't she?"

Narcrissa smiled and nodded her head although her eyes focused solely on Draco. He kept eyeing the small window by the very roof of the shop where Fenrir closed the shutters. But Draco already knew what was out there, he saw the three of them spying. Probably going to run home to that cluttered house hold Ron calls home and tell them all about what they saw—idiots, Draco thought.

"Remember what your duties are when you return to that disgusting Hogwarts." Lucius said approaching his son.

Suddenly Goyle Sr. apparated slamming into the tall shelving knocking down a few priceless knick knacks. Bellatrix at first was ready to loose her temper, furious that someone would interrupt such a private matter.