His brother was struggling, and he was too.

Damian was marked with the death eater mark. But he never said he didn’t like it, he kept silent. He didn’t want to be the one to disappoint. His parents cheered that both of their boys were part of the legacy now, but only they knew how much it hurts.

Damian was sitting alone. Usually he sat with his brother, but he was busy kissing his girlfriend somewhere probably. He wasn’t fond of that, and neither girls spared him too many looks. The food was served, but there was no apetite, especially when from under the sleeve you could see the permanent tattoo.