Y/N's POV

Voldemort was not pleased with the Death Eater's blunder at the Ministry of Magic. Lucius and many others had found themselves sitting in a cell at Azkaban, leaving me with Narcissa and Draco alone at the Malfoy Manor. We had many visitors, they knew who I was and were suspicious of my loyalties, however, I was accepted. Since I was not at Hogwarts, I went by Y/N and Y/N only. They never referred to my surname, they either referred to me as Y/N or 'Voldemort's grandson.'

It was a common fact to everyone that I had regained my memories. Voldemort knew, Draco knew and everyone else on Voldemort's side knew. But after what happened at the Ministry it wasn't hard to prove to them that my loyalty was on their side.

One evening, me and Draco were in our room, lying on our beds, attempting to have a conversation about Quidditch, our relationship hadn't changed. I still treated him like my brother and so did he. We never brought up my life before my death, no one brought it up if I was being honest. My past was irrelevant, what mattered now was the present, and who I was loyal to now. Halfway through our conversation, we heard a gentle knock on the door.

"Draco, Y/N, we have visitors who want to see you." Narcissa Malfoy said.

Rising from my bed, I stood up and made my way downstairs. There at the table was Bellatrix, and none other than Voldemort.

"Y/N my boy, come," he hissed, "we haven't spoken in so long."

I walked forward. "Grandfather." I said, giving him a nod.

"I heard that you were there with Lucius the night they failed to collect the prophecy." said Voldemort in his cold voice.

"Yes, I was grandfather. I had arrived with Harry Potter, tricking them into believing that I was on their side when I knew of your plans. I knew that you had planted a fake dream into his mind so I came with him, hoping to assist you in any way." I replied, I had mastered the art of lying so naturally, he believed me.

"Very well, I cannot blame you for the outcome of that night. After all, you helped when you were not needed and you managed to manipulate Harry Potter. I'm very proud of you my boy."

I nodded, my eyes looking right at Voldemort's cold, lifeless eyes.

"Now," he began, "I have a task, for Draco, but Y/N you may assist him if necessary."

Voldemort turned and looked at Draco, who was trying his very best to hide the obvious fear in him. "Draco, hopefully, you may execute this task successfully. I know your father struggles with fulfilling my tasks and I hope it doesn't run in the family."

"W-what do you need s-sir?" Draco asked, stuttering slightly.

"You do not refer me as sir, that is for people less powerful as me. You will refer to me as Lord."

"Yes my Lord."

Voldemort smiled evilly. "I know that Albus Dumbledore is getting old and weak and I want to get rid of him once and for all. Naturally, I cannot just duel him so I want you, Draco, to find a way to kill Dumbledore this year at Hogwarts."

"Grandfather, if I may ask, am I returning to Hogwarts this year?" I asked, I wasn't sure if Voldemort would want to train me instead of making me go back to Hogwarts.

"Of course my boy, you will be there to assist Draco and if he fails to complete the task, you will step up for him. And it wouldn't harm anyone to have an extra pair of eyes and ears inside Hogwarts."

I nodded, internally I was freaking out. Draco had to kill Dumbledore? Was this the task Dumbledore said Voldemort was going to set for me? Did Dumbledore know that he was going to die?

"Now...onto the second thing." Voldemort paused. "I want you both to join the ranks. I want you both to start early."

My heart dropped, this was it. He was going to make me a Death Eater. I was going to have the Dark Mark burnt on my skin.

"Of course grandfather," I said, no emotion in my voice, "it would be an honour."

I looked over at Draco who was starting to shake a little, he let out a quiet 'yes' before he stared at the ground, looking at his feet. I couldn't help but feel bad for him.

"And Draco, should you fail the task, your punishment will be death." said Voldemort so casually that it seemed like Draco failing was what he expected.

I couldn't stall for any longer, this was it. The thing that I had dreaded so much. I couldn't go back from this, the Dark Mark couldn't be removed. I had expected something fancy, something elaborate for a Death Eater's initiation, but no. Voldemort merely instructed us to hold out our left arm. Voldemort's cold hands touched mine as he twisted my arm around, revealing my inner forearm.

He pressed his wand against my skin and suddenly I felt a burning sensation. Ignoring the pain I watched as the Dark Mark began to form on my skin, watching it I resisted the urge to cry, I knew I was going to have to become a Death Eater but the fact that I would have the mark on it made it permanent...this was something I could never get rid of. Within seconds it was all there, jet black and prominent on my skin.

"Welcome my boy, may you do great things." Voldemort said, a hint of pride in his voice when he finished branding me. I was now a Death Eater.

He did the same for Draco and before I knew it, we were both Death Eaters. Voldemort then dismissed Draco who went back up to our room and dismissed Bellatrix and Narcissa.

Narcissa turned to me before she left. "I'll be going out with Bella for a bit. Please tell Draco that, I'll be home soon."

And then she and Bellatrix exited the doors of the Malfoy Manor. I nodded and proceeded to tell Draco, I had nothing against Narcissa, she treated me like her own son even though she knew I was aware she wasn't my real mother.

Once Draco had retired to our room and it was just me and Voldemort left, he spoke. "Bellatrix told me you performed your first Unforgivable Curse on her."

I nodded. "Yes grandfather, I was angry at her for killing Sirius, my father. So angry that I performed that spell on her."

"She tells me that you meant it, that it was performed well," Voldemort gave me a nod of approval, "I congratulate you on your spell but you shouldn't waste time on people like Sirius Black, a Blood-traitor."

"I understand grandfather, it was just the shock of losing him." I replied calmly.

Voldemort nodded and began going on about how he never wanted Marissa to be with Sirius, that she was too good for him and that she could've achieved great things if it wasn't for Sirius. After listening to him, he spoke to me. "We are going to practice, I want my heir to possess wizarding powers almost as powerful as mine. Severus tells me you are skilled at Legilimency and Occlumency."

"Yes grandfather, I close my mind before I sleep, to make sure no one gets in."

"Very good," Voldemort said, "and you speak Parseltongue?"

"Yes grandfather."

"Excellent, like a true heir of Salazar Slytherin," Voldemort hissed in Parseltongue, "we will speak in this language, this is the language we are gifted from the Salazar Slytherin. It is a trait that only those who have his blood can possess."

"I understand grandfather, it is a great privilege to share blood with someone as honourable as Salazar Slytherin."

There was a pause, before I asked a question. "What are you planning to have the Death Eaters do grandfather?"

Voldemort laughed evilly. "You'll see my boy, you'll see. Let's just say it involves putting Muggles in their rightful place."

I nodded, I felt sick at the thought of what Voldemort was going to do to the Muggles. I continued to look at Voldemort, see if he had anything else he wanted to do with me. I had a feeling that he was going to make me practice my Dark magic and I was right. He lead me to this room in the Manor and spell after spell, he made me practice and practice until I was bruised and bloodied. If anything went wrong, if I messed up in any way, he would punish me with the Cruciatus Curse, obviously being related to him didn't stop him from performing spells on me. Time after time I found myself victim to the curse as I forgot what spells to use and by the end of it, I could barely move. By the end of my first session with him, my face had cuts on the side and my hands had blisters, I also had multiple bruises on my body.

"That's it for today, you performed well...for your first time." Voldemort told me as I stood up and wiped the blood from my lips.

"When will we do this again?" I asked.

"Every day, without practice and dedication you will get nowhere. Every day you will come here with me and every day we will practice something new. Is that clear?"

Nodding my head I replied. "Yes grandfather, that is clear."

And every single day until the end of summer, I endured the same pain and the same torture as before. That was how I spent my summer, not playing Quidditch, not studying, I spent my summer practicing Dark magic.

And I hated every damn second of it.