A/N: The chapters are written alternatively in Draco and Harry's first person POV. This is un-betaed 'till some generous soul offers themselves to help me with this 'cause english it's not my mother language. The title and lyrics belong to the song "State of Things" by Turin Brakes, from their LP "The Optimist". They're obviously not mine.
This is my first published fic, please have mercy .
Chapter One: The Dark Lair
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Listen to me but don't die laughing.
All things must end yeah?
But I can see my fate in your eyes
As I'm stiched up by my friends again.
They just can't defend the state of things
Between you and me
Used to be on fire.
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Draco's P.O.V.
It is no wonder I am so fucked up, I realize now, seeing my proud father walk inside the Death-Eater's circle to worshipfully kneel in the bare ground to kiss the edge of his Master's robes while my mother chatter amicably with his crazy fugitive sister as if they were lounging in a garden party at the Manor. Compared to them my uncle Rodolphus looks almost sane, standing tall between his peers dressed in his black robes, the white mask spattered with dried blood.
After I cowardly ran away from Hogwarts a little more than year and a half ago, I was brought to the Dark Lord presence and judged by the near failure of my mission and for having cost the loss of one of our most valued spies. I was cursed within an inch of my life and then further punished denying me the great i honor /i to bear the Dark Mark until I prove myself worthy. Because you see, when I attempted my i oh-so-clever /i plan to kill Dumbledore I wasn't Marked yet, I just had the initial stages of the complex Morsmordre enchantment done. In fact, the Mark in my arm is almost faded now; it looks like the cheap tattoos the naughty little wizards get behind their parent's back at the novelty stores in Diagon Alley. How charming, I wonder what my father would do if he hears me talking like that. It would not be good, for sure.
What about the brave hero Severus Snape?. Such a feral and scary DE the Dark Lord's most loyal servant turned to be parading around The Lair as his Master's favorite pet, showing off his new fine robes and preening shamelessly at all the attention he gets standing beside his Lord's throne in the audience chamber. I always though there was something wrong with the man but I never expected i that /i . What would he do if he knew Wormtail has been speaking behind his back?. Since Snape arrived from Hogwarts he is been staying in the Dark Lord's rooms, which while very luxurious and regal only have one bedroom, furnished with a big, comfy four poster bed (or that is what I been told, Merlin help me if I knew that from personal experience, yuck!). Nobody thinks he is sleeping in the couch. In fact, the rat is spreading the rumor that one night they forgot to cast the silencing spell and from the corridor outside the door could be heard the unmistakable sound of a whip slashing over naked flesh and a voice suspiciously sounding like Snape's moaning, screaming and begging for more, the worish bastard. Wormtail is so jealous, sulking at the corners muttering about his Master's dom games and obviously gagging for his cock. How utterly disgusting, I think I am going to be sick.
I wonder what Potter and the Weasel would say if they knew all this. I think they would choke and splutter, falling to the floor laughing like madmen with their sides hurting and drying mirth tears from their eyes with borrowed handkerchiefs, the plebeians. It still would be a sight to be reckoned, that.
Talking about disgusting things, last week I saw my father hiding behind a big tree in the garden being sucked rather expertly by a barely dressed aunt Bellatrix. Who would have thought they teach how to deep-throat in Azkaban, those scary dementors must be quite the naughty creatures. Not getting behind, I found my mother very early this morning sneaking out from Amycus and Alectus bedroom with her robes unbuttoned and her shoes in the hand. My family seems to be the perfect picture of the wealthy pureblood's moral depravity, shinning with their lack of modals and etiquette. Lucius and Narcissa are torturers and killers, I do not know how I though they will be honoring their marriage vows, silly me. That is exactly the reason I will not be getting married ever. That is a crappy reason, I know, but it sound a lot better than confess that I am gay and the Wizarding World do not approve same-sex marriages. Pity that.
So I pass my days hidden in The Dark Lair trying to survive relatively safe while surrounded by sex-crazed and murderous people. Gee, how quaint. But I do not lead a totally purposeless existence. I make use of my time watching from the shadows, taking notice of the other's movements and listening to the secret conversations, acquiring information to help my own cause. That is the Slytherin way to live.
The enchanted mirror in my robes' pocket is warming. I wonder what the ruddy bi-spectacled git wants this time, he knew I had to be present in today's ceremonies to not look suspiscious. What?, didn't you guess it before?.
I am Scarhead's newest spy-boy.