Disclaimer- I don't own any of the HP peoples. And I don't mean to infringe anything….

(AN/ This is SLASHY LMSS warning you now! Not my average SSHG story! It starts off slashy!)

Final Testament
By Alan's Only
Pairing-LMSS(SLASHY)
Rating- R

Chapter 1

I couldn't tell it was him by what he looked like, because we all looked the same, safe for some of us had silver masks with the Dark Mark and the others had platinum masks. He, few others, and I had the silver masks and we were situated around The Dark Lord. His right and left hand men.

I knew it was him not only by our setting- more like kneeling- positions. I knew him by the way he walked, the way his shoes made not a sound. I knew it was him by his breathing, hard against the little mouth silt in the mask. Yet he wasn't out of breath, I knew that as well. He never could breath properly in front of The Dark Lord.

I looked over at The Dark Lord, I was at his left hand, and he was to my left. The Dark Lord was speaking to some chit in front of him; I supposed it had to do with her becoming one of us. I could feel fear resonating off of her and I knew that she wouldn't be picked. She was going to join the others that were sent to the dungeons this night. The other Death Eaters will have their own sick pleasure with them latter that tonight. Yet this time I wouldn't be joining them. I felt my thought slip off into territory I shouldn't let them…I refocused them onto him.

As we—the other Death Eaters and I—waited for the revel to finish we watched The Dark Lord send more away yet there was the few times he let them join, at that time we all chanted something in Latin as the dark mark was imprinted into their skin. However, other than chanting I stayed quiet and listened to the man next to me breathe.

Yes, I know that sounded a bit creepy but it comforted me. I may seem to others that I have a cool external face and I never sway away from my supporting The Dark Lord but after the last revel I have felt my support slipping, after seeing my own son, get dragged away to the dungeon.

I had to save my son and I did. Yet, I got a good lashing afterward. However, The Dark Lord knew the reason and that was the reason I had only gotten whipped.

I looked out of my thought at the feeling of a hand on my shoulder. I stood from my kneeling position, my knee popping disgustingly. I looked at the man who had his hand still on my shoulder, I had to look up to see his eyes, they were a deep, deep dark mysterious eyes that could've memorized me if they hadn't blinked, and the hand was removed. He turned and walked away I knew he wanted my to follow that was the only reason I wasn't going to join the other Death Eaters in their perverted doings tonight.

The cool night air was fresh and crisp much different than the smell of old blood/sex /torture of the room we were just in. I took a few deep breaths before my breath was caught in my thought by his voice.

"God what are you trying to do? Hyperventilate?" his deep bass voice sent a delicious shiver down my spin and it straight to my groin. Heating me almost instantaneously.

"You should hear your self in the revels…" I trailed off as he took of his mask making it disappear. His black hair hadn't made it ever-present presence known yet but only for the simple fact his black hood was still up…but that didn't last long. Soon his hood was down as well and I could see his face in all its handsome glory. His now seeable raven hair fell in rivers down to his chin and a bit beyond. It wasn't as long as mine yet mine wasn't as dark as his…. I took his lead and slipped my mask off and pulled my hood down. My hair instead of being loose was held with a black ribbon and the long tresses went to right between my shoulder blades the contrast between my Death eating robes and my hair made it look like a scene of fresh white snow falling from a midnight black sky.

"You know I hate the masks," he said and he smirked a bit. God he didn't know what he did to me with just a simple look…

"I know…" I said my voice trying to be its simple icy drawl. It sort of worked.

"Let's leave if we want to get to Hogwarts at a decent time…." He said and began walking away. That's the reason…. I was going to go beg for my wasted life…

I followed. My heart beat fast in the prospect of being able to redeem myself in 'My Desires' eyes. God how I wished I hadn't thrown him into this in the first place. I would take it all back and never even ask to become his friend… He would've had a better life if he had never known me…He wouldn't've had to go though the hell I had to, my whole childhood.

Yes, it was I, who brought him into this. Putting all of this distrust and hatred upon his shoulders. Oh, how I wanted to pull him close to my form, and kiss all of his pains away. However, I could not because of one faithful night; we had sworn to not ever engage in anything other than what was publicly acceptable. We were- are- high in the ranking when it came to pure bloods and we didn't want our pure reputation ruined…. HA pure…after the revels we've been to after all the things we've done to innocent people.

I looked at him, the want on the surface for once. I was a bit behind him so he couldn't see me. I blinked away the want as we walked...my eyes now a bit remorseful.

Finally, we came to a halt by the gates. I looked at him once again. A mask of a cold stone was planted firmly on his face. Oh fuck, how I wanted to see that face pleading, desire in his lovely eyes… However, I couldn't, we had promised each other in his 3rd my 4th year that we could never harbor feelings like this…

But for fucks sake, if I knew what kind of man he was going to grow up to be I wouldn't have made the promise.

Suddenly, I heard his voice and I shivered almost violently.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he looked at me.

"I'm fine...you startled me…" I sneered at him, "you do that again and I will get you back."

"Oh I'm soooo scared," he said sarcastically. I almost snorted and voiced my option that he needed a good spanking. Yet that mental image made that little remark die in my throat.

"Come on," he said once he and I had exited the gates.

"Um… I've never apparated to Hogwarts…" I looked at him as he turned to me with a cocked brow. What was that I saw in his eyes? Fear? Why?

"Right…" He looked at me and I could've sworn his look was almost apprehensive. "Would you mind being in close contact with me?" My god did he just say what I think he did? Why in the hell would I care? I've wanted to be in 'close' contact with him sense… I don't really know…

"Why would I?" I ask my dark eyebrow cocked. I never did understand why my eyebrow were so much darker than that of my hair… All of my other hair was that pale snow… but that was one of the mysteries of life, I guess. My voice was uncaring and soft as I looked at him.

"Never mind…" he shook his head, yet before I could ask any further questions, he grabbed me.

TBC

(AN/ sense every one calls me it so I'll be one! I'm gonna be a bitch and leave it off and let you all wonder!)