Shadow love
Lucius closed his eyes and kneeled on the wet soil beneath his black boots. Rain tickled down his face in a slow, almost, painful gesture. Red steaks marked the places where the water had dishonoured his cold, pale complexion. There where no stars, no moon, only the rain and the wind joined him in his grieve. As he was kneeling Lucius lay his hand on the white tombstone in front of him, he in clinched his head in a silent pray.
He did, however, not close his eyes, for he had to see with his own eyes what he had done. He had to see, see the remains of his life, of his son's life. Had she begged for her's? Had she used her last breath to call out his name? And in the end, had she still hated him as she had done in the beginning?
A disdainful smile found his way up to his face, and as so many times before, Lucius thought about his life. The life he had wasted on her, on her idiotic love, on keeping up appearances. The white marble stone beneath his hand, it suddenly felt to real for him to handle, and Lucius pulled away while ignoring the rain, that had finally found a way into his robes.
Curse that little blond hag and her oblivions to the truth! He had nothing to feel sorry about! She needed a husband? He became on! She wanted a son? She got one, like that blasted women got everything she wanted! Nobody ever asked what he wanted, what he so desperately needed, what she could never give him. Well, what Lucius couldn't get at home, he could bloody well get elsewhere. He did not NEED her, not like she was always needing him, it made him sick.
Suddenly Lucius felt grieve turn into anger, and he stood up. The wind started to pull at his blond hair en his grey eyes once again looked like the eyes of a Malfoy. The rain was now not simply falling, it was crashing into the brown mod around him and was spattering his black out-fit, but Lucius did not notice, nor did he care. He simple turned around and walked away from all what was left of his late wife, without even spilling a tear over her grave, the women had never done him any good anyway.
He passes countless white tombstones on the way to the large Tomb where a dark figure stood silently, leaning against the grey wall of the structure. His greasy hair was dripping from the rain and a one drop was busy dripping from his hook like nose. Still his dark eyes looked very seriously at Lucius, and Lucius could feel chills run down his spin as the figure stepped forward. ''He would not be pleased with this, Lucius.''
The greasy haired man pulled his dark hood over his head to protect himself from the rain and Lucius smiled sheepishly, ''Your not going to tell on me, are you?'' He walked up to the figure, that he knew so well, and felt that sudden rush in his head, that rush that made him come home late every evening after a deatheather meeting, that had made Narcissa run mad. She had know all the while, she had know she first time she had lay eyes on Serverus, He knew she knew, but she never said a word.
And she now was gone, and he and Serverus where the only one's who had the guts to go to her grave, the irony of it all. ''Have I ever?'' Severus said, while looking at Lucius with a mysterious twinkle in his eye. Lucius shook his head in denial and reached for Serverus's his hand, ''Never, she knew though.'' Serverus shook his head, ''It doesn't matter now, does it? Let's just go.'' He grabbed Lucius's hand and together the vanished,..
Into the shadows,.. the shadows which would conceal they're secret, like they had done for so long before,
