Draco was shivering, though the night was humid. He stood with his mother outside Borgin & Burkes, a full black suit and a silver Slytherin badge pinned to his tie. His mother, Narcissa, was straightening it before entering Borgin & Burkes. A death eater who Draco did not recognize opened the door for them, Draco and his mother stepped inside. Behind him, Greyback and Dolohov were keeping guard, following them inside. All the death eaters were there, the ones that his father knew, within the Dark Lord's secret circle, but Borgin and Burkes were nowhere to be found. Draco could not lie to himself, he was nervous, to say the least, but he felt ready to be greeted with the task the Dark Lord had set for him. He had to be branded the mark first before the Dark Lord told him what he had to do for the next year at Hogwarts. Draco wished his father was there, giving him instructions of what to do. How would he greet the Dark Lord? Narcissa had told him to kneel before him and not rise until the Dark Lord allowed him to. Draco was not to look at him in the eye, for the Dark Lord would cut off both hands before he could swiftly look away. Draco was terrified, he admitted so to himself. But he was also ready to join the Deatheaters and carry his father's legacy as he was stagnant and useless in Azkaban. The Deatheaters, Narcissa and Draco stood in a curve. Draco's aunt Bella had joined them from the back, she joined the curve next to her nephew. She rolled up his sleeve and carefully touched the mark on her arm. The snake wriggled, the skull's mouth opened and then it became motionless. Everyone in the room knelt and bowed their heads, Draco followed suit. His heart was playing a thunderous tune as his heartbeats were the footsteps of soldiers dancing to the sound of war. Draco felt a gust of wind stroke his blinding, platinum hair. The Dark Lord appeared in the middle of their curve. Draco could see his scaley feet, his nails clawed out of his toes like the terrifying teeth of a tiger's. Draco kept his eyes locked on them, as they glided like a snake towards him. The Dark Lord's pale skin almost changed colour in the fluorescent light, like the scales of a snake. When the Dark Lord approached him, it was the colour of a putrid green. The Dark Lord lowered his hand and motioned for Draco to stand. He slowly rose to his feet, not daring to look up at the Dark Lord.