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The story is MultiPov. I'm not sure of the title or really what to say besides, I hope you enjoy and I hope you let me know what you think!
Coin Operated Boy.
Severus Snape picks up a street child in hopes for the reward that comes with turning in unregistered magic. But, it is the truth that she carries that will bring upon his breaking point. The teacher who forces himself to forget must now come face to face with the sins of his trechery, sin, and greatest mistake. ***Addiction Topic. Multi Pov. MalfoyFam,Trio. MajorChar
Chapter One
Nineteen year old, Severus Snape, twenty-three year old, Lucius Malfoy and twenty year old, Walden Mcnaire, stand silently among the shadows of a few gathered tree's clustered off a way's from a quiet muggle road. It's late. The windows of the houses are dark and cold as the night sky, while the the world sits in shadow as the moon is blackened out behind heavy rain clouds. Lucius stands tall as he always does, his long blond hair is tied back by a elastic instead of a ribbon, his clothing blackened and embroiled with the brandishing of his evil. With grey, storming eyes, Lucius looks over to each of his companions as they stand in silent mental preparation for their upcoming mission.
Walden Mcnaire, a young man with a goatee and dull blue eyes holds his head tilted upwards, eyes closed and allowing the light rain that slides over the tree leafs to land on his twisted face and slide down into his collar. Lucius notes the man is rolling his wand between his black gloved fingers, a show of excitement towards the events to come.
Moving on, the blonde's eyes then drift to, Snape.
The thin, pale man stood cast in shadow with his head slouched forward, his hair falling in front of his face creating a curtain of dripping, black hair that masked his expression. Severus had been a companion of Lucius's since about two years before he joined Hogwarts and through the younger mans years had done his best to keep the Marauders at bay until young boy was molded into the venomous creature he currently was. Lucius's lip twitched upwards in pride as he takes a moment to evaluate in the end result of all his years of work.
Over the span of Hogwarts, Severus had shown his worth in many ways but, his ticket into his life of spoils was when he introduced Narcissa to him. The pre-existing friendship of Snape and Black was not so surprising to Lucius, as both parties were middle class poor and held a long lasting and strong friendship through Severus's mother. Early on, Lucius promised himself that one day he would join the Snape/Malfoy family through marriage of their kin, allowing them into forever wealth. Though, it must be pointed out that Severus's private life seemed to interrupt the thought of him ever producing kin.
Dipping his hand into the pocket of his black dueling robes, Lucius pulls out a single rolled parchment. A private and highly important task from the Dark Lord, they knew nothing beside what was written on the parchment that none had yet to read, only knowing that their task was to be done flawlessly.
"Shall we go over the specifics, then?" Lucius drawled in a bored manner, only opening the scroll and reading when Severus gave a nod for the two of them.
"Right. First off… This is a non-kill mission. I repeat boys," Lucius founding his point by making direct eye contact, "the target can not die, or we all will face our mortality at his next calling. Our target is one Jessica Morrow." His eyes returned to the parchment, "the family is made up of four members. A father, a mother, a twenty-four year old brother, and our target. The target is female, black hair, grey eyes. Stands about..."
Lucius voice stalled and Severus and Mcnaire looked up, quietly addressing Lucius's faulting. Quickly clearing his voice, Lucius crumpled the paper before lighting it aflame in the palm of his gloved hand.
"She is three in a half feet tall, and six years old," he finished numbly, pulling out his wand.
The group felt the weight come down but no one spoke a word and instead matched their leaders action. Yes, they were Deatheaters. Uncaring, mercilessness, murderers of the night, but children were different, especially since they couldn't kill this one. Lucius heart slammed against his chest as he forced his feet grounded. It had been ever since Draco was born that putting a wand to children had become a nauseating task; tasks he ended with the purifying breath of death for both of their sake.
"We can't kill anyone, even if they fights us." Lucius repeats as he starts away from the covered brush, "If they are good, we clear their mind of Jessica all together. But we need the child alive and unscathed. Understood?" His voice became the strength the group needed and the two pulled their heads up and looked at Lucius as they followed behind.
"Mcnaire."
Right away the wand was held up, pointed towards the cold, wet sky and with a flick of his tightly cuffed wrist, the street lights flickered off and the three disappeared behind silver masks and heavy silence. From the spot and their protection they were gone, vanished into the darkness to form again on the white stone stoop of the correct home.
Looking at both of his men who stood beside him, Lucius tipped his head and pointed the wand towards the door lock.
"Alohomora," his voice whispered.
When the lock simply clicked and unlatched, Lucius found himself uneasy, his throat drying as his stomach churned. He didn't understand why the Dark Lord needed a seeming muggle and he found the ease in which he were to retrieve her was unsettling to say the least.
"Like gentlemen now, shall we?" Lucius said with a forced strength, ignoring his own anxiety with a breath as his fingers clasp closed the buttons around his throat.
With a final head nod to his crew, Severus stepped forward and took the doors handle before throwing it open for Mcnair, who ran inside hissing silencing charms and security spells. Lucius strode in next and traveled at his leisure, disappearing inside the darkened house while Severus stayed behind to immediately shut, lock, and barricaded the front door. He would then apperate to the back of the house, landing on the slab of concrete outside the screen door that would lead directly into the kitchen which he would quickly pull open and enter.
The events rolled out in perfect timing as expected, and Severus would push through the kitchen door just as Lucius and Mcnair turned the corner. They found the family together and joined at the dinner table as expected, still rising from their seats when the kitchen was stormed.
"Sit down." Lucius hissed sardonically, bringing the family to freeze in mid-rise.
Taking his place in the front of the table, Lucius pushed his position as leader of the group to the frozen family. Hanging his his arms with his wand twisting in his fingers at his side, Lucius scanned the small family before him and gives a a nauseating sigh behind his silver mask as he swallows the vomit that rises within the truth in front of him. Scanning over the yellow and white walls of the kitchen he glances towards dirty dishes that sits as still in the sink, as the pictures that hung on walls. Metal and chrome muggle appliances scattered the room, as electric lighting illuminates from over head.
This was a completely muggle family whom were in the middle of a normal weekday dinner and were staring in confused fear at the sticks being pointed at them and for a moment, Lucius didn't know what to say. The family did falter at Lucius's request, but the father and young man did not back down as the mother sat and motioned the two young girls into their seats in a quiet panic.
"Sit. down." Lucius's voice repeated for the men, reflecting his rising irritation.
Instead, the two men fully stood and Lucius rolled his eyes and gave an audible sigh.
"Robert! Michael! What are you doing?! Sit down!" The wife cried in a panic, pulling down on the sleeve of her husband.
"Yes, Robert and Michael, you should sit down." Lucius voice remained calm, but carried a hint of venom now.
"Now, you listen here!" The father began, rising yelling and threats from the men as Lucius's jaw grit and his fingers tightened on his wand, ready to warn and punish.
As quickly as the rising tension of the room, they were all quickly silenced by a sharp and very loud bang which erupted from the corner. It hadn't been enough that muggle lights gave him headaches, one was rising from his enterence already, but now his ears rang deafened and he would cast his attention to Snape who stood holding a muggle revolver towards the ceiling as small pieces of white plaster fell around him. Lucius chose to stay silent when the action seemed to do it's job and the family quickly returned into their seats in silence. Saying nothing, Severus stood quietly in front the screen door, following the barrel of the gun with that of the sitting family. Shaking them with the cocking of his next shot.
Lucius's head throbbed and his vision fuzzed as the growing pain that centered around his temples, now bled to behind his eyes. Severus did not hold the nickname "Half Blood Prince" lightly, and every now and then he would do something like this, that would remind Lucius why he called himself such. Nonetheless, this was an intimidation mission not a not a murder mission. The family was to continue their lives to tell the tale of a muggle child napping or even of nothing at all, and Lucius knew better than to attack until need be.
"Goood," Lucius purred, looking around the table as seats were taken.
The mother with her long brown hair and scared blue eyes, the father who's hair was an frosted black with eyes so angry, and the brother with muscles that shown from under his shirt, his fathers grey eyes glaring; were noted already. There were two younger girls who also sat at the table, which was when Lucius locked eyes with the matching eyed target.
"What do you want!" The mother cried. "Take anything you want, just don't hurt us, please."
Her high pitched voice rang in Lucius already pained skull and he kept strong eyes on the target as he tried to ignore the pain.
"Jessica." His voice was quiet but heard within the trauma of a mothers worst fear.
"Jessi- you want my little girl? No!" The mother was shrieking now hysterically, "Please! Anything but her!" she cried bringing the hype in the room to pick up once again.
"How the hell do you know my daughter?!" The father roared, leaping to his feet at once with his son and slamming his fist upon the tabletop.
With his only desire to cease the rising racket outside his brain, with a nod to McNaire, the wand was flicked and the man dropped to the floor in pure agony. The family's attention was quickly redirected into chaotic fear as the father dropped to the tile floor, writhing under the extreme pain and his ever tightening throat. Holding the point for unforgettable seconds, it wasn't until Lucius nodded again when McNaire would pull the curse and the family would stay silent under a new found respect towards the wands being pointed at them.
"Did I stutter?" Lucius rose his voice as he gave a swing of his arm while he spoke. "You want us to leave, fair enough, we will go. But I'm bringing the child with me."
The father's red eyes bore at the masked invader in quiet hate as he pulled himself up off the ground and onto the chair with help from his wife.
"Good. Now, I'm offering a final deal. You give me, Jessica, and I will ease your pain by taking her from all your memories." Lucius played the part of the double edged angel.
"I will never! Hand you my daughter!" The father went to roar again, his voice pushing out instead in a pathetic wisp.
With not much care towards the opinions of the family, Lucius turned to the child and opened his hand towards her. "Jessica, dear. Come here lass, your delay will only create more pain," he purred with the same tone he would call young Draco, his words now mimicked in sick disconnection.
The room flashed in a sudden brightness as another ear splitting bang went off and a searing pain ripped through Lucius side, throwing him off balance and forcing his hands to retreat to his ribs. After that, Lucius would recall no more. The room fell into total chaos around him in an unrecognizable blur. There was yelling and flashing of spells and shots that littered the air and streamed by his sides, but Lucius was only aware of the blood that seeped through his fingers. In what seemed like only seconds he felt his knees buckle and himself fall in slow motion to the ground, his knees hitting the tile floor in a numbed pain as a green spell cracked over his shoulder. Blind to it all, it took a moment longer for Lucius who sat on his knees bent over, to slow his dissociation and bring his eyes to see again in that of the current running world. Realizing he was still in the kitchen, his eyes focused quickly on the green haze that floated over the floor and rose half way up his kneeling self. The toxic glow in the darkness told him of what transpired during his shock; the silence echoing the tale of recent sins.
Lucius filched as he felt a hand land on his shoulder.
"There was someone up the stairs." Severus voice hovered above his ear. "You're wounded, but not dying." The feeling of tugging up on his robe pulled Lucius to his feet slowly.
"Where is the girl?" his voice hissed, warped between painful breaths as his knees gave away and he found himself back on the tile.
"She ran upstairs. Mcnaire is following her. Here, take this."
Without hesitation Lucius gulped down the potion that with anyone else he would have asked, and even inspected the liquid, but Severus was different, the trust Lucius holding for the man being true and well earned a long time ago. Feeling the pain subside and the blood begin to slow to nothing, Severus helped him up to his feet and together, they moved towards the stairs.
"Walk soft."Severus warned as they moved up the first step, "I can't fully heal you until the bullet is out. "
Half way up, Lucius pulled away, straining his pride given strength to walk fully on his own using the the wooden banister instead for assistance.
"Wait. Lucius huffed. "Something isn't right." He explained, stopping his steps at the top of the stairs and glancing around the hallway corner anxiously.
Severus instantly understood what his associate meant and he stopped at Lucius side to listen. The house sat quiet. Unnaturally quiet for the situation and they passed a glance before continuing. Moving on as quietly as Lucius could muster, they quickly checked behind every door, cleared every room and locked every closet that lined the darkened, upstairs hallway, but, it was the dead man on the floor that told a story tracing to the room at the end of the hall. Upon approach, both men could could feel Mcnaire's magic radiating through the door along with a darkened feeling of another form of strong potential energy that brought them to stall before entering.
Being the wounded, Lucius placed his hand on the door handle and with a nod from Severus, threw it open. Pushing on into the room wit htheir wands extended, the two stopped their advance and froze when they saw Mcnaire in front of them, slouched over unconscious under a trail of blood that slid down to where he lay unconscious. In their distraction, they didn't see what stepped from the shadows, and they spun around in a hurry when the bedroom door slammed shut. Eyes widening, it was Jessica whom stood stalk in front of the exit wearing a straight face under messy hair and teary eyes.
"Ah love," Lucius huffed with a dark, thankful chuckle, "thank goodness we found you. Come now." Lucius cooed dangerously again, reaching his hand out towards the girl for a second try.
The next thing that happened, was the last either of them would remember. She had closed eyes tight and with a splash of hot air that touched their faces, Lucius and Severus would fall into the black abyss of unconsciousness with Mcnaire.
Severus:
Severus had been the first to wake hours later when the sun was high in the sky and lit the house that continued to sit in deathly silence. He pulled himself painfully to his feet and grabbed onto the bedpost when his vision spun and flipped. Removing his mask for proper air, he looked around the waving room and assessed their situation. It was bedroom of a young girl that they had entered and from what Severus would guess, it had been Jessica's. Pinks, reds and whites color the space as pictures and posters hang on the walls and sit on shelves and furniture tops. A pink wooden toy box sits in the corner as the bed juts out from the opposing wall covered by a pink canopy and made up with red Disney printed sheets. He found the very pale Lucius still on the deep red carpeted floor circled by a sopping darkness that had drained from his wound and mouth in the hours that had past. Mcnaire was still leaned slouched against the wall and Severus frowned in a disgust as the blood that trailed down the wall matched that of the light red wall paper. Giving a slip of a potion to each, both men found their lives and awoke soon after.
The team of three would go on to half heatedly search the house, each knowing the girl was far gone. They knew this as fact, but they would search anyway. It was a sense of fear driven responsibility that pushed them to do so through their wounds and damages and if the Dark Lord asked, at least they wouldn't be lying. The family was dead. The mother, the father and brother lay open eyed on the kitchen tile as the anonymous shooter lay sprawled on the second story hallway floor. The second young girl, the innocent, lay dead inside a closed closet.
A mission of complete disaster, all three men wished for the death given to the family and would soon apperate from the death stricken house, by now with Lucius leaning heavy on both men. For now, Severus's top priority would be healing Lucius and Mcnair before the Dark Lord summoned them all again, a time limit unknown, the outcome of their existence up for grabs until.
They didn't know why their master was so interested in this young girl and they each choose not to ask themselves or each other. They hardly remembered what happened at all and with vague points they would each retell of what they could to Voldemort. But, of course, words did nothing against their actions and results and they were each punished accordingly for their failure to gather the girl, the target, that had been lost to them for now.
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