The dark mark
As Regulus entered the room he could fell that all eyes were on him. He felt so small while all the death eaters were looking at him. He was able to make out some familiar faces like his psychotic cosine Bellatrix.
Voldemort was sitting at the head of the table.
”Hello Regulus," his voice murmurs, a slight tilt to it and a hiss at the end of his name. He was talking quietly. His voice almost sounded soft as he spoke.
“Very well, you seem as devoted to our cause as my dear Bella told me. You'll be one of my youngest, are you aware?"
"Yes, my Lord," he answers, relieved when his voice didn’t crack despite the lump in his throat.
"So quick to address me appropriately. Good, I am satisfied. Now look at me.”
Regulus didn’t want to look at him. He had never even wanted to meet the dark lord. But he still did it, he had to. As soon as he lifted his head he wishes that he hadn’t. The dark lord had terrifying, red eyes. But he didn’t get the time to be afraid.
"Give me your arm," the Dark Lord said softly, almost fondly, like he overheard some parents speak to their children when they got hurt in the park at the other side of the road from Grimmauld Place, those summers when he sat at his window and watched them, longing for his own parents to play with him, just once.
Regulus slowly rolled up his sleeve, offering his skin to the dark lord.He could feel Voldemorts long fingers trailing over his bare skin and it made him want to throw up.
He flinched a little when the the tip of Voldemorts wand suddenly was pressed into his forearm.
“Don’t be scared Regulus it will only hurt a little,” Voldemort softly said .
Regulus didn’t believe him.
Then blinding, hot pain curled over his forearm and spread through his body, overtaking his mind and his thoughts. It's worse than the Crucio his mother graced him with when he tried to stop her from torturing Sirius into insanity, he can feel it twisting and pulling at him, like Fiendfyre racing through his veins, like acid burning his skin and his very being.
When it was finally over he fell forward, the cold wooden floor like a relief against the heated skin on his forehead and he only now noticed that his face was wet with tears.
Regulus didn’t want any of this. But it still happed and maybe he deserved it because he was a horrible, unloveable person and he deserved to be in pain.
“Well Regulus now you’re a death eater and I’m sure you will do everything in your power to be a good servant to me,” the dark lord hissed,” now bring him out.”
He could feel someone roughly gripping his arm and pulling him out of the room. Regulus still wasn’t able to think about anything.He could hear people quickly talk and giggle then the door to the big room slammed shut.
The person that was caring him brought him to his room and then immediately left. That’s when regulus passed out.