After I explained everything, Holly declared she was heading to bed, I'm pretty sure she didn't listen to anything I just said, but I thought she had the right idea and I went to bed as well. In my dreams, I see Voldemort once again. "Why are you here?" I scream. Voldemort smirks. "Raven, you want me here. You want to join me." Something inside of me agrees. For some reason I do want to join him. Voldemort speaks again. "When you were born, I received I prophecy. A prophecy stating that you were my secret weapon. Invincible to Dumbledore. I thought you were literately invincible, but I was wrong. You are invincible because Dumbledore wouldn't dare hurt you. " "What do you want from me?" I scream. Voldemort pulls a silver mask out of his robes. "This is a death eater mask. Take it and you will stand by my side. Forever." "Why would I want that?" I yell. "Think of what the world has done to you, everything bad that has ever happened, and when you wear this mask, you will make them pay." I reach out my hand and grab the mask, fueled by hate. As I grab it. My forearm starts burning. When the burning pain goes away, there is a tattoo on my arm that looks like a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth. "Now," Voldemort says. He pulls a letter out of his pocket. "Deliver this to Scabbers." "You mean Ron's rat?" "DO IT! It is vital! If the message does not get across I will fall!" This is it. When I deliver this note I will have fulfilled the prophecy. I will have stopped the dark lord's fall. I grab the letter and right at that moment I wake up in a cold sweat. It was all a dream. And then I look under my pillow. And there, right there, is my death eater mask and the letter to Scabbers. My arm still has the tattoo. I guesss it wasn't a dream. I sneak out in the hallway and whisper Scabbers' name. Before I know it the rat is standing in front of me. He grips the letter and scurries away. I wonder what's so important about that rat. I bury my mask deep in my trunk so no one can find it. I then paint over my tattoo with paint the color of my skin so no one will know my identity. You may think I regret becoming a death eater, but I don't. I am Raven Dumbledore, a proud death eater, follower of Voldemort. I know someone else with a lot of hate built up inside, and I will ask her to become a death eater too. Actually, no. Too risky. If Daphne says no, then I will have blown my cover. I fall back asleep, and I explain my plan to Voldemort. Tomorrow night, he will visit both Holly and Daphne and convince them to become death eaters.
Sorry Ik it's short
