Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling. Only the original plot, characters etc are mine, and no money is being made.
Warnings: Slash. Hints of Mpreg. VERY AU!
Pairing: Tom/Lucius
Series: Helps if you have read Master and Servant, but it is not entirely necessary.
A/N: Thoughts: Hmmm.
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The Dark Prince and his Consort – Part One
Five Years Later, Year of Our Lord 2001, or Year 4 of our Dark Prince.
- The face of the world has changed -
The Consort to the Dark Lord, Prince of the Shadow Lands, sat regally on his throne. His husband's throne lay empty: Tom Riddle, Lord of Serpents was travelling to a conference with the Dragon Lords – kin to the snakes.
The Master of these Forsaken Lands had left his Consort in the capable protection of their honoured guard – the dreaded Hi'dai. This select group of men (and women) have the power to walk through walls, scale high buildings with ease, and the ability to kill a man in many gruesome ways. More of their skills is not spoken of openly and is therefore shrouded in ambiguity.
The glint of madness still haunted the grey orbs of Thomas' love, but he was slowly healing. The arrival of their baby had done much to improve Lucius' sanity. A baby that had been borne of evil magics and potions and carried to term inside Lucius, thereby making a perfect heir for the Dark Prince.
Occasionally Lucius suffered relapses but they were getting fewer as time healed old wounds. The relapses usually occurred when his husband was away for extended periods of time … as he was now.
Lucius absently examined his manicured nails, which gleamed in the light thrown by the fires and the glowing orbs of crystal that stood on pedestals around the massive courtroom. It was here, in this mammoth of a room, marked by towering pillars, that the Prince and his Consort carried out their business.
He glanced up when the heavy doors swung open to emit two Death Eaters holding a third man tightly between them. Curious he gestured for the servants to come forward. A gasp escaped the lovely lips when he saw whom the followers were dragging.
The captive's hair shone blood red in the mixture of magical and non-magical illumination and Lucius smiled a slightly insane smile as he leant forward to address his prisoner.
"Bill Weasley, what an honour it is to receive you into our humble abode," satisfaction dripped from every word. "I am afraid that my husband cannot be with us today as he is away on important business so I shall have to do, but I am certain that we can entertain ourselves delightfully, non?"
Cold hard eyes met Lucius' gaze, glaring out from a face wrought grim by an endless, bitter and bloodthirsty war. However, courage still burned fiercely in the blue depths, resolve wreathing the handsome features. Bill's indomitable spirit granted strength to his battered body and mind beyond ordinary endurance.
The forbidding apparition spoke, or rather snarled. "Riddle is an abomination, his plague has spread across the planet so that even the Muggles notice and must battle to survive. He leads more innocents every day into his own personal damnation. The air is cleaner for him not being at home."
Lucius was impressed. He fights even when all is lost, because he refuses to believe that good can lose to evil, even when the results say otherwise. Hate does not drive him, but love – a love for everything 'pure' and 'good'.
"Brave words from a man who stands before the Consort of the Dark Prince. So, you must ask yourself, are your words wise ones? In light of your circumstances one would conclude no." Lucius smiled. There was nothing pleasant about the smile. "I would be careful if I were you, General Weasley – you are at my mercy."
Strolling down to the proud man, who stood, even now, tall and dangerous, he ran inquisitive fingertips across the freckled skin, tanned by the sun and anointed by the rough stubble of one who has not had the time to expend effort on personal appearance.
Withdrawing the digits he examined the lean, toned body before him speculatively. He licked suddenly dry lips, spinning on his heel to stalk back to his seat of authority, but not before Bill noticed his interest.
Maybe I can use this to my advantage.
Bill raised an eyebrow, his entire demeanour calm, belying the gravity of his situation.
"Like what you see Lucius?"
A slap caused him momentarily pain but nothing more.
"Stop!" spat the Consort. "Let him speak." Casting a cool glance at the red head he continued. "Yes, I do like what I see General. There is no harm in looking. I am loyal to my husband."
Bill smiled slyly. "And he to you?"
Silver eyes narrowed to lethal silts. "Have a care General. I will not stand for much more abuse of my husband."
Bill smiled. 'Not much more', instead of 'enough!' Not sufficient motive for me to stop then is it Consort? Well, all's fair in war… "Yet he leaves you alone. Why? Immortality getting boring?"
Lucius laughed. "No, on the contrary, it is very much full of life. And you have the word of one immortal to a mortal."
Eyes dancing with mirth at their burgeoning game Lucius leant forward, balancing his elbows on his knees, and his chin on his hands. His interest had been piqued.
"Why do you ask?"
"Aren't you bored being neglected as you are now?" Bill could have yelled in triumph when he saw the contemplative gleam in the molten orbs. I have him.
"Yes, fiery hair. Are you offering to alleviate my boredom?"
"Well," Bill shrugged, secretly surprised by the nickname, "I cannot do much bound as I am, and in front of all these … people, for lack of a better word. It limits much of the fun we could have."
Excited now Lucius reclined, waving a hand at the guards to untie their prisoner.
"Leave us now," he commanded to the court. The members of his retinue shifted uneasily and one ventured, "My Lord, is it wise to release the prisoner and to be alone with him?"
Angry eyes stabbed into the nervous man reducing him to whimpers. "Yes," came the unfriendly response. Gesturing again the court filed out with the three Hi'dai extremely upset by the situation.
"Now," said Lucius to Bill who was rubbing his reddened wrists, "we are alone and can indulge ourselves. Care to alleviate the boredom of immortality?"
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TBC …