A/N: okei. I've decided to tackle the Lucius/Riddle dynamic. Or rather it decided to tackle me. Lucius and Tom accosted me with angelic grins and said "We'll dictate and you'll write." And I retorted "Suppose I don't want to?" And they replied, "Suppose we don't care?" Brats.
Some quick facts before we get started:
Rating- Chapters are most likely to range from PG to PG-13. Maybe an R here and there as they age.
Age- I've taken the liberty of placing Lucius in Hogwarts at the same time as Riddle.
Format- This story will be told mostly by means of flashbacks, journal entries, and letters.
Warnings: Most likely will contain slash and you may even end up liking Lucius! I've done it to people before. Homophobes and people who are physically ill at the thought of feeling anything for Lucius but contempt, please leave.
Disclaimer: The bit about freeing the moon is mine. It's the only thing besides the story line that I own. Characters you recognize are the property of Ms. Rowling.
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From the window of his study, he spied the moon shining softly in the jet-black night. He paused to stare at it for a moment, a sharp pang reminding him of things that once had been.
The full moon means many different things to different people. To Remus Lupin, it meant pain. To Rubeus Hagrid, it meant that somewhere, mooncalves were dancing. To Lucius Malfoy, it meant memories of a strange boy who changed his life forever and a time when magic came in all forms, not just wands and a few muttered words. It was palpable and certain people had no blood in their veins at all, only magic and mystery. Strange, the beliefs we hold as children.
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The sound of footsteps hurrying past his door roused him from his sleep. Actually he hadn't been sleeping at all. He was homesick. He missed his mother and his father and even his annoying little sister. Lucius slipped on his shoes and, opening the door just a crack, peered into the hallway. A cloaked boy was making his way to the stairs. "Hey!" Lucius cried. The boy turned and gave an enigmatic smile before swishing his cloak dramatically and continuing down the stairs.
Intrigued, Lucius followed. The boy made his way through the maze of Hogwarts like a shadow. He moved fast and Lucius got lost often, but when he found the boy again, he was waiting for him. Then he would resume his journey. Eventually, he made his way through the front doors of Hogwarts and out onto the lawn. He gave a whoop and shedding his cloak, ran to the tree by the lake.
By now Lucius was firmly convinced that the boy was mad. "What are you doing?" he demanded, running to catch up. The boy turned.
"Freeing the moon," he replied and he began to climb. //He's a few bricks shy of a load this one is.//
"What?" Lucius asked, clambering after him.
"I spied from the window of my room the moon ensnared in the gnarled branches of an oak tree. Miserly tree. It held the gentle orb firmly in its arthritic limbs. The wind raged and howled. 'Let it go! Let it go!'
'Never!' replied the old tree, hugging it tighter still. I empathized with the tree. What a marvelous thing it must be to hold the moon in your hands! But the moon turned its radiant face toward me and silently it entreated me. My mission was clear: I would free the moon." Lucius gaped.
"You are a nutcase." The boy laughed.
"Then you're a really big idiot to follow me, Lucius."
"You know my name? How?"
"The sorting. Malfoy, Lucius. Slytherin. I was there."
"And who are you?"
"Riddle, Tom. Also Slytherin. Second year."
"Oh. So...how exactly does one free the moon?"
"Like this," Tom said, grabbing a branch and shaking it violently. "Well, come on! Make yourself useful."
Lucius could not believe he was up in a tree trying to shake loose the moon. "Hold on!" Tom said, placing a hand on Lucius's arm. "Wait for a breeze."
"Why?"
"We don't want the moon to fall. It's delicate. We need the wind to catch it."
"What happens to the moon on nights where there is no wind?"
"It's affixed to the sky with bubble gum and string."
"String?"
"In case the bubble gum loses stickiness."
"And who chews this bubble gum?"
"I do. Now be quiet and stop finding gaps in my explanations," Tom replied, grinning. Lucius wanted to make a retort but something in the boy's eyes stopped him. They were big and dark and fathom-less as if they contained all the secrets of the universe.
A strong breeze came along. "Now!" Tom said and Lucius shook with all his might, wondering why he believed such nonsense when he knew the truth- The moon was a rock millions of miles away tied to the earth by gravity, not string. Yet here he was trying to shake it out of a tree like a glowing apple. //Why the hell am I doing this?// "Look!" Tom exclaimed. There was a creak and slowly the moon began to drift away. Lucius gasped. Tom smiled. "I told you I'd free the moon."
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Lucius never looked at the moon the same way again. "Yes," he whispered. "What a marvelous thing it must be to hold the moon in your hand."
***
So is anybody interested in what happens to the boy who could free the moon and the Slytherin that almost wasn't? I have a few more tales ready to go. I just need to type them and revise them. Writing is like alchemy- the science of turning waste metal (rough drafts) into gold (stuff that's readable). Review, please!
love,
J. Silver
Some quick facts before we get started:
Rating- Chapters are most likely to range from PG to PG-13. Maybe an R here and there as they age.
Age- I've taken the liberty of placing Lucius in Hogwarts at the same time as Riddle.
Format- This story will be told mostly by means of flashbacks, journal entries, and letters.
Warnings: Most likely will contain slash and you may even end up liking Lucius! I've done it to people before. Homophobes and people who are physically ill at the thought of feeling anything for Lucius but contempt, please leave.
Disclaimer: The bit about freeing the moon is mine. It's the only thing besides the story line that I own. Characters you recognize are the property of Ms. Rowling.
***
From the window of his study, he spied the moon shining softly in the jet-black night. He paused to stare at it for a moment, a sharp pang reminding him of things that once had been.
The full moon means many different things to different people. To Remus Lupin, it meant pain. To Rubeus Hagrid, it meant that somewhere, mooncalves were dancing. To Lucius Malfoy, it meant memories of a strange boy who changed his life forever and a time when magic came in all forms, not just wands and a few muttered words. It was palpable and certain people had no blood in their veins at all, only magic and mystery. Strange, the beliefs we hold as children.
~~~~~~
The sound of footsteps hurrying past his door roused him from his sleep. Actually he hadn't been sleeping at all. He was homesick. He missed his mother and his father and even his annoying little sister. Lucius slipped on his shoes and, opening the door just a crack, peered into the hallway. A cloaked boy was making his way to the stairs. "Hey!" Lucius cried. The boy turned and gave an enigmatic smile before swishing his cloak dramatically and continuing down the stairs.
Intrigued, Lucius followed. The boy made his way through the maze of Hogwarts like a shadow. He moved fast and Lucius got lost often, but when he found the boy again, he was waiting for him. Then he would resume his journey. Eventually, he made his way through the front doors of Hogwarts and out onto the lawn. He gave a whoop and shedding his cloak, ran to the tree by the lake.
By now Lucius was firmly convinced that the boy was mad. "What are you doing?" he demanded, running to catch up. The boy turned.
"Freeing the moon," he replied and he began to climb. //He's a few bricks shy of a load this one is.//
"What?" Lucius asked, clambering after him.
"I spied from the window of my room the moon ensnared in the gnarled branches of an oak tree. Miserly tree. It held the gentle orb firmly in its arthritic limbs. The wind raged and howled. 'Let it go! Let it go!'
'Never!' replied the old tree, hugging it tighter still. I empathized with the tree. What a marvelous thing it must be to hold the moon in your hands! But the moon turned its radiant face toward me and silently it entreated me. My mission was clear: I would free the moon." Lucius gaped.
"You are a nutcase." The boy laughed.
"Then you're a really big idiot to follow me, Lucius."
"You know my name? How?"
"The sorting. Malfoy, Lucius. Slytherin. I was there."
"And who are you?"
"Riddle, Tom. Also Slytherin. Second year."
"Oh. So...how exactly does one free the moon?"
"Like this," Tom said, grabbing a branch and shaking it violently. "Well, come on! Make yourself useful."
Lucius could not believe he was up in a tree trying to shake loose the moon. "Hold on!" Tom said, placing a hand on Lucius's arm. "Wait for a breeze."
"Why?"
"We don't want the moon to fall. It's delicate. We need the wind to catch it."
"What happens to the moon on nights where there is no wind?"
"It's affixed to the sky with bubble gum and string."
"String?"
"In case the bubble gum loses stickiness."
"And who chews this bubble gum?"
"I do. Now be quiet and stop finding gaps in my explanations," Tom replied, grinning. Lucius wanted to make a retort but something in the boy's eyes stopped him. They were big and dark and fathom-less as if they contained all the secrets of the universe.
A strong breeze came along. "Now!" Tom said and Lucius shook with all his might, wondering why he believed such nonsense when he knew the truth- The moon was a rock millions of miles away tied to the earth by gravity, not string. Yet here he was trying to shake it out of a tree like a glowing apple. //Why the hell am I doing this?// "Look!" Tom exclaimed. There was a creak and slowly the moon began to drift away. Lucius gasped. Tom smiled. "I told you I'd free the moon."
~~~~~~
Lucius never looked at the moon the same way again. "Yes," he whispered. "What a marvelous thing it must be to hold the moon in your hand."
***
So is anybody interested in what happens to the boy who could free the moon and the Slytherin that almost wasn't? I have a few more tales ready to go. I just need to type them and revise them. Writing is like alchemy- the science of turning waste metal (rough drafts) into gold (stuff that's readable). Review, please!
love,
J. Silver