The Dark Mark was described as the symbol worn by the followers of Voldemort. So did he actually have the mark himself? Obviously when he got a new body, it wasn't marked, so he used Peters- but I can't recall if he actually branded himself in the final 3 books..
Did Voldemort consider himself a Death Eater or was that the name he assigned to his closest followers?
Sure Voldemort founded the group and was its leader, but was it a title he assigned to himself?
Which characters would you want to control t It doesn't have to be a character from this series Here's who I would use the curse on:
Bart Simpson
Hayley Smith
Louise Belcher
Squidward Tentacles
Mandark Astronomonov
Gaz membrane
Gretchen the alligator
Sam Puckett gator
Dana Cruz
Mandy ead
Francine Frensky
Lola loud
Vernon Dursley
Pansy Parkinson
Corneleus Fudge
Idk why I do these things to myself-
It looks so bad 💀
Like- whyyyyy why do I do this
I’m literally gonna look like I have a tattoo
But honestly, what happens if I press it 👀
Just wanna know.
I was wondering if Severus Snape had a dark mark on his forearm. Since we had had no instance in the entire saga that evidently shows that he had the dark mark. Nor do we see anything like that in movies.
Please let me know if I am misinformed or is it really so?
I've had my Dark Mark for about 5 or 6 years, I originally considered getting it in red to match the description of an inactive Dark Mark appearing as a scar. I chose against the idea (obviously) and this was the result:
Anyone else out there have any Potter related tattoos?
But feel I should introduce myself:
Name: Haytham
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
Ilvermorny House: Thunderbird
Patronus: Black Swan
Wand: Hazel wood with a dragon core 12 ½" and hard flexibility
I'm an old school fan (over 20 years) and a practitioner of actual magic. I also have a Dark Mark tattoo which I adore. Lover of all things Slytherin and Dark Arts related.
And that someone else wouldn't rise up and act out in a rage?
Dark marks are hard to draw lmao
Blood trickled into the green-and-silver blanket as Draco tried to fall asleep, tears trickling out of the corners of his tightly shut eyes. His arm was red and scratched, bleeding into the blanket. He could still see the dark, writhing skull and snake etched onto his arm. I’ve failed. Dumbledore’s going to find out--and kill me--or Father--or him-- He sat up, looking around at the shadowed dormitory. The room was filled with people, not one bed empty, but he still felt all alone.
He slid out of bed, brushing the tears from his face with the back of his hand, and snuck out of the Slytherin common room, walking quickly through the moonlit hallways. He opened the door of the second-floor girls’ bathroom, crumpling against the sinks. “Myrtle,” he said quietly, unconsciously scratching at his left forearm. “Who is--oh, hello, Draco,” Myrtle said, her tone changing pleasantly once she recognized him. He didn’t reply, crying silently into the darkness.
Draco woke up on the floor of the bathroom, sunlight sparkling through the windows. He stood up, unfastening his tight cloak. I’m failing, he’ll kill me, he’ll kill Mother, and Father-- Draco splashed a handful of water on his Dark Mark. Myrtle came sailing out of one of the cubicles. “What’s wrong? I could help you…” she inquired. “No--no one can help me, I have to do it alone, he’ll kill me, he’ll kill my whole family…” Draco said, his voice shaking.
“Don’t… don’t… tell me what’s wrong… I can help you…” Myrtle offered again. “No one can help me. I can’t do it… I can’t… it won’t work… and unless I do it soon… he says he’ll kill me…” He looked up and saw Pottah standing in the doorway. What’s he doing here? Spying, isn’t he? Trying to find out what I’m up to. Not that I’m up to much… not anything that works, anyway. He spun around and shot a hex at Pottah, but missed, smashing a lamp. Pottah flicked his wand, but Draco blocked it. Myrtle was screaming at him to stop, but he couldn’t, his hatred blinded him, forgetting about even his Dark Mark for a moment.
Everything was exploding, jets of light were going everywhere and Myrtle had turned on the taps, making the floor slippery and hard to grip. His hand shaking, Draco pointed his wand at Pottah and said the first curse that came to his mind: “Cruci--”
Pottah yelled an incantation Draco had never heard before, a moment later, pain shot through his chest and face. Blood was everywhere, and Draco fell to the floor, his hands clawing at his wounds. Pottah was saying something, but Draco wasn’t listening, he was shaking with pain. There was a faint scream of “Murder!” but whether by Pottah or Myrtle or another student Draco didn’t know.
Footsteps splashed into the bathroom. Draco felt a wand at his chest and the pain eased a bit, the blood subsiding. After a minute--or maybe an hour, the time was all blurring together--Draco stood up, supported by Professor Snape to the hospital wing. He slumped into a bed and Madam Pomfrey ran over, carefully administering the essence of dittany to his wounds. “What’s this?” she asked, tracing a finger over his ravaged arm. “Nothing,” Draco said instantly, yanking his arm away. It pulled him back into his horror story of a life, one where he was forced to kill someone and was desperately failing.
This was fun to write
Especially "Pottah" hehe
Darkness spreads when I appear
I cause one to suffer
And thrive off of pain and misery
A kiss from me is basically saying goodbye to one's life
What am I?
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I was thinking about how the dark mark was used yesterday, and was trying to remember if the answers to these questions were known or just theorized
Can Voldemort or other death eaters trace each other using the marks?
Can one choose whether or not to go to Voldy if summoned, or is it automatic?
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If I could actually do spells with this I'll cast Morsemordre over a school
