DISCLAIMER; HP belongs to JKR. The story line and all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property.
Don't judge the book by the prologue, this story is mostly a naughty tale of dark humor, a little drama, some darkness, a little horror along with blood and guts, monsters, broken hearts, cheaters, fantasy, and some hot romance. It will have a triad of sorts but no Malfoycest or slash. It will feature a Lucius I like, arrogant, and unrepentant, full of himself, and please don't expect him to turn a new leaf, maybe a tiny one.
He is about to find out he cannot always have the upper hand, but he will try. He is also going to find out that he isn't as Pureblood as he thought; oh, oh.
Prologue- A Tragic Beginning
Somewhere in France, west of Paris, near the German Borders.
The temperatures were really too cold to hike, however, they were both rather fit adept hikers and climbers and loved the outdoors, thus the couple decided to explore the region by hiking from 10 to 20 kilometers daily.
The young English woman thought it would be nice to camp at least one night; she was tired of being a virgin and had a seduction plan. Since he was still an assistant professor, he did not want to have sex with a student in case their relationship would sour.
Although he liked her a lot, he thought love came with time and grew over the years. He was obviously not a person who easily gave into his emotions.
That particular morning, one day before Yuletide, the couple dressed on their heavy winter clothes, packed the car, took the proper gear and readied to leave. She saw her parents and grandparents walking towards them, and they appeared to be quite upset.
"Chéré, it is unwise to venture in the forest during certain times of the year, otherworldly gates are open, and the others could easily see you and your beauty will call them; you are très jolie, ma petite."
"Old country superstitions," the professor mumbled and both laughed off her relatives' silly fears, and once they dismissed their advice, they were on their way.
For days now, she had felt eyes looking at her and had dismissed the notion promptly. She had read far too many stories about ghosts of the WWI soldiers who fought and died in the trenches.
One of the areas was fairly close; and there were also the old people's stories of shifters, wolves, witches, fairies, and dark creatures that stole humans for their shiny souls, or to bear their children.
She shivered; I am just tired and cold. I am being silly, she thought.
While they prepared their tent, he looked at her, "I cannot wait for you to be mine. I am dreaming of our wedding night. I should not, because maybe I won't able to stop, but do kiss me." He had said with eyes clouded with lust; in spite of an inner voice telling him that he had waited too long, and his time had run out.
"As soon as I am done," she tiptoed and kissed him with open lips, full of promise. They heard a wild animal's eerie growl, a wild dog, probably.
Nevertheless, a cold frisson ran along her spine, "While you finish opening the sleeping bags, I will pick up my rucksack; I left it just there." She pointed at their gear.
She went and grabbed their belongings and ran towards him, ready to be kissed and finally be with him. Her heart soared, prepared for the next experience, and it all changed with his scream.
A bug must have bitten Gil. He later said that the pain felt like someone had thrown acid on his skin. A bug in the middle of winter, nobody believed him, it was too farfetched, granted that it was very mild cold season.
However, it had snowed hard two days before, and the likelihood of bugs should have been nil. He screamed in pain as he felt a big hairy bug crawling up his face, one neither saw.
She twisted her ankle running towards him as her foot sank in a small hole in the ground; it was a minor injury yet painful.
Minutes later, Gil became incoherent, and his right eye shut down with the swelling. The place where he was bitten right above his lips still bled, and he developed a rapid climbing fever.
Shortly thereafter, his state quickly deteriorated to the point he was barely conscious, which forced her to make a quick decision to go and get help.
She wrote a note in case someone would come upon Gil. Next, she examined the tent to make sure it was tightly closed; lastly, she left water next to him and was on her way.
She clearly remembered walking back towards the car parked about three kilometers away. She kept her eye on her watch, after all, she only had a couple of hours of light left for the trip there, to the town and back.
With the time on mind, she walked as fast as her injury allowed. Walking a distance in her situation was not optimal, but it had to be done.
How lucky, she thought as a tall hiker, wrapped in a long cape and wearing alpine leggings, was headed her way. She should have been scared but instead was relieved.
*Gods, he is gorgeous and what shiny, long hair*, she thought as he came closer. His hair was extremely curly, like cork screws, and each appeared to be made out a precious metal, shining brightly in the darkening forest.
"Please, I need your help. My boyfriend needs emergency assistance, and I am injured, my ankle." She pointed to her walking stick.
His smile was a little off, she could have sworn his teeth looked sharp, like a wild beast's teeth; she blinked a couple of times, nah, that couldn't be possible.
"But of course my dear, do you want my help?" he asked while bending and easily lifting her in his arms.
"You can put me down, and yes I want it; better put, I urgently need it." He was very warm, and his cologne was intoxicating.
She couldn't think clearly, what am I doing there? He held her tighter and she relaxed her head on his chest, it felt just right, and she sighed.
He smiled at her words. Not a very nice smile, a predator's grin, "Your words couldn't be better, just what I needed, your permission."
With those words, he wrapped her inside his warm cloak and before covering her completely, he kissed her forehead, tenderly, as she closed her eyes.
Days later, the three pale moons shone their bright light on the world below them. The skies darkened announcing a storm, the lords of the winds were at work, but staying hidden, this was not a time to be seen.
It was the time to remain in the shadows; an egregious sin had been committed against the powerful rulers of this realm and many others.
One that could not be corrected for a long time to come, this was a day of mourning, a day when irrational actions could be acted upon; thus, it was best not to act while feeling such consuming range.
His voice was awash with pain. "You lied; I should have known that you are no longer my mother's child. I knew she was the one; she took my daughter with her. You lied."
His mother, the tall regal female with the dark wings, sat on the golden seat, while red tears of pure blood rolled down her speckled alabaster skin. She had only cried a few times in her long years, and her pain was so intense that the skies cried with her.
What should have been a day of rejoicing, of new hope, had turned into a day of shame to be remembered for years to come. She wished she didn't love all her sons, that she could be cold and detached. And more tears clouded her vision; she couldn't even punish the sinner, her maternal love would not allow it.
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And...so it begins