The air in the dimly lit chamber was heavy with the stench of decay and dark magic. You stood before him, the D4rk Lord himself.

“Did you miss me?” V0ldemort’s voice slithered out. “It has been a long time since we last saw each other. Now, it’s time to fulfill your promise.”

Your heart pounded, but you maintained an expression of cool submission.

He nodded. “Good. We will discuss the exact plan tomorrow evening at Draco’s manor. Be on time. I do not tolerate delays.”

He extended a skeletal hand. Hesitating for only the briefest of moments, you reached out to take it. His icy touch sent shivers down your spine, but you held firm. The De4th Eater symbol burned itself into your arm, the dark ink twisting like a brand, searing both your flesh and your resolve.

“Welcome, my friend,” V0ldemort hissed. “Pack your things. You will stay at Draco’s manor until tomorrow evening. Then, you will go to the castle. There is much to be done.”

As you exited, you couldn’t help but glance at the mark on your arm. It wasn’t a mark of loyalty, but a reminder of the treacherous tightrope you now walked. And then... A Flashback.

The memory came unbidden, as vivid as the day it happened. You were standing in the courtyard of your family home, the air filled with the scent of roses and the distant hum of bees. Your parents were there, their faces set with quiet determination. They didn't want you to marry Mattheo, the son of V0ldemort.

V0ldemort appeared without warning, his wand raised, his expression a mask of wrath.

“Fools,” he spat, his voice echoing like thunder. “You dare to defy me?”

Your parents stood their ground, their wands drawn, but they were no match for the D4rk Lord. Green light erupted from his wand, and their lifeless bodies crumpled to the ground before you could even process what had happened.

The memory faded, leaving you standing alone in a dim corridor. You would avenge your parents and ensure V0ldemort’s reign of terror ended—even if it meant risking everything.