Hey guys! I have had some time to think and I am going to have a couple of flashbacks in this. The flashbacks will be italicized.
"Good morning." I coming into the kitchen the next morning. Mum, Dad, and Draco were already awake.
"Ana, Honey," Mum said coming over to me. "We need to talk."
"What's going on?" I asked looking around the room at Dad and Draco. They both just stared at me with the most blank expression ever. It killed me.
"Dray, what's wrong?"
"Honey, come on. I'll explain everything." Mum said putting her arm around me. I pushed her arm away and looked at Dad.
"Go follow your Mother." He said simply. His voice shook with every word he said. My Dad was scared. I wanted to give him a hug and tell him everything would be okay, but to be honest, I didn't know if it would be. Reluctantly, I went to follow Mum. She led me into her bedroom and shut the door.
"What's going on?" I asked her going over to her bed and sitting on the edge. She turned around to face me with a concerned face.
"Give me your arm." She told me. Somehow, I knew she mean the arm the HE marked me with. I gave it to her and she pulled up the sleeve. There was a scar where the Dark Mark was. It wasn't any regular scar though. It was a very odd looking one. I hadn't looked at my arm since the day I got the Dark Mark. I didn't think it belonged there. The scar it left was a light gray color and it was a circle. It almost looked like a skull. "This is the same mark Draco and your Father has." She said putting my arm down.
"Mum, what's going on?" I asked her for the thousandth time.
"The Ministry of Magic is capturing the Death Eaters now. I knew this would happen."
"Am I going to Azkaban?" I asked in a shaky voice. I did not want to be locked up forever. Mum sat on the bed beside me and wrapped her arms around me.
"I will try my best to not allow that, Ana. I promise."
"Dad and Draco are going aren't they?" Mum nodded.
"There is no hope for them." I began to cry. My Father went to Azkaban once and it was the worst year of my life ever.
"Dad! No! Stop! Let of him!" I screamed running to the Minister of Magic. "NO!" I punched him in the stomach as much as I could sobbing. I couldn't see what I was doing. I just knew I had to protect Dad. Protect him from the awful Azkaban. "Dad!" I screamed again. I felt arms wrap around me leading me away from the scene. "NO! Daddy! Daddy!" The person holding me back was strong. They kept pulling me back toward them.
"Ana," I heard my Dad's voice calling my name. "I'll be back. I promise."
"No!" I screamed. "You can't promise me that!"
"Ana! Stop!" The person holding me finally said. It was Draco. I fell to floor and cried.
The next day I woke up, I was in my paren'ts bed. I got out of the bed and walked out of...