Solaris Malfoy
It was a night in the deep of winter when a cloaked figure stood at his door. "Draco!"
The boy jerked his head up, blonde hair falling into his face. "Yes, Father?"
Lucius Malfoy looked at his son. "Come, Draco. It's time."
The words were left unspoken as the boy followed his father, black robes falling around him. The two walked quickly down the granite halls of the manor, until they came to a room only one had seen before.
Lucius opened the brass doorhandle quietly, while Draco held his breath, not knowing what to expect.
The ebony door opened up into a shrine, almost. Everything was in black, his shadow melded into the surroundings. Golden ribbonlike designs ran bordering everything, always in the same pattern. At the head of the room, the Malfoy crest stood, rendered in golden-fused glass and obsidian.
Silloette on silloette, Voldemort stood next to the arching gothic window, rows of Deatheaters to either side. With a bow, both Lucius and Draco filed into thier respective places.
Outside, the night glittered. Each Deatheater shivered as a pair of slitted red eyes rested on him for a split moment.
The glistening eyes got to Lucius, and a small hiss broke the silence. "Lucius! Why have you called us here?"
The cloaked man kept his face turned away. "To announce a new Malfoy heir."
A sneer. "And why gather us to do so?"
Lucius took a deep breath. "Because he is one of the Forgotten Heirs."
A murmur through the ranks. The Forgotten, a group of wisards who had tried to extend thier reach to the stars, consisted among others of one Malfoy. Was it truly possible that he had a heir, alive?
Lucius continued. "Within thier world his mastery of thier magics is renowned."
The buzz increased until Voldemort had to silence them. "And is he willing to join us?"
"He can be controlled, my lord. His father followed the path of darkness, and that shall be a powerful tool against him."
A small edge of a smirk appeared of Voldemort's face. "And his name?"
"Solaris Malfoy, as he shall be known," Lucius replied darkly, "Until then, thier world calls him...
"Luke Skywalker."
The cruel and twisted smile broke fully on Voldemort's features. "You have been loyal, Malfoy. Bring this... boy to me immediately." He turned to the rest of his ranks. "Dissmissed."
A dream. That's what he was having, it was all a dream...
Bands of rope made from blacksnake skin writhed around his hands, binding them. It's all a dream, it's all a dream. A thousand lonely souls, ghosts, danced around him. It's all a dream, it's all a dream... right? Why am I dreaming with my eyes fully open?
Realization jerked him to full conciousness. He was crouching in the dark, wearing (surprisingly) his day clothes, emerald smoky figures around him. His skin prickled on his neck. Something... wasn't right... here.
And what was it the ghosts were chanting, as the pale - almost blonde - hair whipped around each face? It seemed to be a name, a name adressed to him. Solaris! Solaris!
Solaris? He wasn't 'Solaris', he was Luke... wasn't he?
He struggled to his feet, swayingly keeping his balance. The room was a spot that was worse than a void in the Force, it was... wrong. Twisted. Jaded. He couldn't use it, and he could almost feel the blackness tainting him with each breath, with each second he was in that spot.
A dark force nexus.
The ghosts, each having the same pearly semitransparent quality that Ben's specter had, began to chant louder. Solaris! Solaris!
With each calling of the strange and unearthly name, he had to fight his rising fear more. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering. I will not be afraid!
The blackness threatening to overwhelm him seemed to be raidiating from one spot in the room. Set on a pedestal among the black and morbid surroundings, the golden scarab gleamed and glittered on its red velvet pillow. Tiger's eye wings streching across its back, the symbol of ancient Egyptian protection sat, topaz eyes glittering. It looked so sweetly innocent, flaming gold among the darkness.
He froze.
The ghosts chant raised to a scream. SOLARIS! SOLARIS!
For a split second, he let his guard down, startled by the echoing screams. In that millisecond someone took advantage of him. With his defences down he was an easy target for a great wisard... especially a great dark lord.
Hurriedly regaining his wits, thinking nothing had happened, he turned back to the scarab. That was when two words seemed to spring to his lips of thier own accord.
"Solaris Incantem."
It had happened in just a moment.
With the two words, bands of glittering golden energy had shot out from the scarab, liquifying into a chain. Two of the same bands lashed out at him, carrying the scarab-talismin, affixing it to his neck. The gold fire-water ribbons emenating from the charm almost consumed him, making him cry out in the pain.
And suddenly... suddenly...
He found himself being conquered. Pushed down. His screams were no longer heard as Solaris Malfoy gritted his teeth against the pain, as Solaris Malfoy turned to face and bow down to his master, as Solaris Malfoy took over. Solaris seemed to smirk down on him, and Luke was left to go mad, a prisoner inside himself.
"Your servant is here, my Lord," Solaris whispered as he bowed.