Her legs were roughly parted a short time later, and she thought maybe more from the crowd had joined them to hold her down as a red-hot iron was brought to the skin on her upper left thigh.  She knew exactly what they were marking her with, and she didn’t have to fake the scream of agony that accompanied being breaded by the Demon Lord’s mark. She would forever be marked by the skull and snake of Lord Voldemort, and only that thought brought her to the other side of her pain.