He was unlike his father, he didn’t share the same ambitions towards his future like Tom did or in this matter, Voldemort. He had done everything in his power to keep her from involving herself with the death eaters and his chosen destiny, though once she lifted up her sleeve to reveal the truth. His soul crushed, the sight of the shared dark mark he had visible on her forearm. His father had gotten to her, “Don’t tell me you let him fucking brand you?” Despite his anger, his voice trembled.