Blanc et Noir
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even some of the ideas. I am being forced to write this story by the little red men all over my computer!
Author's Notes: Love is in the air, every sight and every sound. not! In which we find out a bit about Lucius and what he REALLY keeps in that secret room under the drawing room!! Oh, and 10 points to whoever gets the motto. Brush up on your Latin, dudderheads!
Aurora Noctifer- Well, Ginny will take a while to get into character and Lucius will go into OOC very soon.
Nile Queen- Yes I know I'm changing the plot order a little- but I'm saving face for Lucius! Anyway- do you recognise the song? I couldn't very well have what we were actually listening to when we were role-playing! The Phaaaantom of the Operaaaa!
Emmy Hart- Thanks, and err- do you like the waltz?
Noirkarti
The House-Elves brought the frozen body in. The Manor was very still, as if it was holding its breath. The rain was now only a gentle patter on the roof.
Lucius was excited. He had always known that this could be done- but actually doing it? - That was a whole different thing. He flexed his fingers, knowing that the ancient blood ran through his veins. "Put her in the- ah -Drawing Room," Lucius said softly.
Mr. Malfoy swept into the Green Drawing Room, cloak flying. He was not running, but walking as fast as he could. Lucius then seated himself grandly at the piano forte. He then played a short minuet, delicate fingers caressing the keys.
Lucius stood up, dusted himself off, and walked over to the bookcase. He pulled a certain volume entitled 'Into the Unknown, a Ghost's Dictation.' A segment of wall, nowhere near the bookcase, slid noiselessly open.
Lucius walked down a spiral staircase to a room below the drawing room. Over the centuries various Malfoys had added to the secret room so that it now contained so much dark arts paraphernalia that even the House-Elves disliked entering for fear of unseen terrors.
Ginny lay cold on a slab of white marble. Lucius looked down his nose at her. A pity it has to be her, he thought. He removed his gloves and placed them on a shelf. His hands were shaking. He glared at them. Lucius's white hands then moved to hover over the dead girl's chest.
His fingers twisted in strange patterns, lightly skimming over her breast. A strange dark glow soon appeared over the areas touched, forming into an ever spinning circle. Lucius gripped a knife, and pressed it's blade into his left wrist. Wincing, he put it to the cadaver's mouth. An identical cut appeared on the dead girl's right wrist.
All of sudden, Ginny's frozen fingers twitched, startling Lucius. He jerked his hands up. The ice cracked, splintering all over the marble. Like a marionette, Ginny sat up, following his hands. Her eyes fluttered open.
My.I actually did it! Lucius was stunned, not that it showed on his face. His eyes remained as cold as ever.
She opened her eyes. Everything looked milky. Her head was fuzzy. There was a sweet warmth upon her lips. The Creator was standing there. She could see His blood, her blood, radiating from beneath His skin. She reached for Him, wanting to surround herself with His delicious warmth.
Lucius was all of a sudden enveloped in a freezing vice-like grip. He shivered. "Let go," he whispered. She obeyed, she MUST, obey The Creator. "Who am I?" she asked in a husky voice. "You are Noirkarti. You are *my* Noir." She didn't need to be told this, but The Creator seemed to like to tell her who was in control.
Lucius walked slowly over to a bench, not wanting to turn his back on the Noirkarti. He slipped a pair of strange gloves on. They were black leather and covered in old protective runes. Next, Lucius reached for a large gold disk, which was emblazoned with Hellenistic figures.
All of a sudden, Lucius whipped round and pressed the disc into the Noirkarti's bare chest. Her skin melted around it like water. Then the gold disk froze to her chest. Noir screamed. IT WAS BOILING! Lucius smirked. "This is what will happen if you *ever* disobey me," Lucius gently stroked the disk.
Noir couldn't understand. Her Creator, the one who gave her life, had just hurt her. She would always obey Him. Why did he need to flaunt such power?
Noir looked up. She looked into her Creator's icy eyes, which seemed to be neither grey nor blue, but something in between. She looked at His gloves, and was again hurt. She recognised that they were to protect Him from her. She would never hurt Him, so why was He so frightened?
A tall, ghostly woman entered the room. Noir drew back from her. She was a pale, silver colour and was glaring at her. "Go away!" the woman screeched. "We don't need you! HE DOESN'T NEED YOU!" Noir was scared. "No," she said quietly. "He needs me, because He created me, not you!"
Lucius was bewildered. Who was she talking to? "Noir, control yourself," he admonished. "But she started it!" Lucius rolled his eyes, she sounded so childish. "Who started it?" Noir pointed, "The woman over there," she whispered.
Lucius stiffened. Narcissa! He shut his eyes for a moment, remembering his beautiful Narcissa, then, waving his wand, "UMBRA IRE MEARE!" Noir saw the woman fly through the wall. "Is she gone?" The Creator asked. ".s," Noir mumbled.
Lucius left her there to rest. Her body will still be waking up, he thought. It will give me some time to consider my next move. This is what I have missed, Lucius sighed. Playing will people is so fun.
Like most Malfoys, Lucius prided himself on his foresight. Be Prepared, could easily replace the Malfoy motto, 'Per Sanguis, Proelium Sum Victrix,' though perhaps he would not take kindly to sharing such a worthy motto with the Girl Guides.
But, most unfortunately, for Lucius at least, he'd forgotten something rather important. What Noirkarti eat. Now, perhaps a little background knowledge is advisable at this point? Noirkarti are fully reliant on their Master for life, but something extra is needed to keep them from turning into complete wraiths, not a pleasant experience, let me tell you! The problem comes with what that extra special something is; you see unicorn's blood is rather tricky stuff to acquire.
To begin with one must remember that Noirkarti are undead, much like zombies, except that they are almost entirely dependant on their creator, that is, the necromancer who summons their souls back to their body. In this case: Lucius. Noirkarti have rather amazing powers however, as you shall see.
Lucius sat by the fire in his elaborate study thinking. There was only one known colony of unicorns in Britain and it was in a most unfortunate location. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, watched over by that muggle-loving, senile, old fool: Albus Dumbledore and his simple minded pet savage.
Luckily, Noirkarti only need feeding once a week but, as you can see, our dear Mr. Malfoy had got himself in a bit of a fix. It was most out of the ordinary.
Snookums too, was, at that very moment, setting himself up for a fix. The girl was still resting. Snookums had been told to see the she wanted for nothing- except freedom, that is. Snookums touched her to see that she was all right. He drew back suddenly, the girl was freezing! Quickly Snookums performed some handy, or so he thought, House-Elf heating magic.
Now the only thing that can kill a Noirkarti, apart from the death of their creator, is heat. Oh dear, you think, well, you are quite justified in thinking that, or maybe a stronger expletive is in order. In any case, it wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do- but since when were House-Elves known for their marvellous intellect?
Noir moaned it was hot, so hot. She shrieked, calling for her Creator to help, but no one came. She yelled until her voice had gone and still nobody came to help her.
Lucius was looking through his extensive library for Noirkarti dietary alternatives, when Jeanna popped into existence beside him. "The nasty girl is making loud noises, Master. Shall I take care of it?" Lucius raised an eyebrow. "What kind of noises, Jeanna?" The elf apparently didn't notice the edge to the inquisitive tone. "Oh, nasty girl is calling for help, Master. Nothing un-" but Jeanna couldn't finish because Lucius had struck her so hard with his silver-topped cane, before dashing out of the room, that she flew into a bookshelf and a heavy dark arts manual knocked her into the celebrated land of La-La.
When Lucius finally reached the Noirkarti, she was almost dead (again!) He whipped out his wand and performed the necessary cancellation charms, before leaning over her.
When she finally opened her eyes they weren't the bright brown so many people had exclaimed over in her life, but a deep maroon, almost the colour of dried blood. Her skin was pale, not porcelain pale like Lucius, but an unhealthy bluish tone, like she had been swimming in cold water for too long.
"Creatorrr," she moaned. "I knew you would come, you love me." Lucius was stunned. He, love her? What could possibly have given her that idea? He thought it best to humour her, "Yes, I love you," he lied charmingly. Lucius really should have remembered that Noirkarti have the gift of truth.
When Noir heard that HE was lying to her, she was appalled. A sick feeling crept into her gut. He doesn't love me? But He created me! Why can't He love me?! Somewhere, she knew, she had once known love, but every time she tried to remember the disk hurt her. Her Creator hurt her. She had assumed that this was for her benefit but, maybe she was wrong?
Days passed. Lucius got more and more worried about his little problem, but Noir was much better. She was exploring the big manor looking at all the wonderful things. This house is so like The Creator, she thought. Cold and reserved, but perfect in distant splendour.
She had entered the Ball Room. For those unfamiliar with this architectural wonder, let me elaborate. Thirteen neo-classical black marble columns hold up a vast swirling ceiling painted by the famous witch-artist, Enid Puntavolo, who loved rendering snakes in oils, and who died when a subject she was sketching bit her. Full length silver windows gave a spectacular view of the park turned bog.
Noir danced to silent music until she saw an elaborate purple and silver radio in a small alcove. Noir switched it on.
"*This is WWN, Owl time, where you owl it we'll howl it! First up: Katty Niggs has requested 'Slowly Tuning Away,' by Celestina Warbeck, the singing sorceress!*"
"A thousand stars,
Flaming ever so bright,
Could never be warmer,
Than my heart tonight!"
But your eyes are cold and distant,
And you're slowly turning away,
And I know that you try to resist me,
Slowly turning away!"
Lucius walked into the ball room. She was dancing there, dancing, dancing like, like, Narcissa used to. Lucius suddenly had an impulse to join her, to whirl her into oblivion.
Noir felt a sudden glow as The Creator's gloved fingers slipped into hers. Slowly he guided her into a sweeping waltz as the music swelled. It was snowing.
"A thousand questions,
Your eyes seem to ask,
Yet your face is a blank,
Inscrutable mask!
But your eyes are cold and distant,
And you're slowly turning away,
And I know that you try to resist me,
Slowly turning away!
A thousand questions,
All of them wrong,
But your eyes are cold and distant,
Why am I taking so long?
But your eyes are cold and distant,
And you're slowly turning away,
And I know that you try to resist me,
Slowly turning away!"
Lucius was just leaning in to kiss her when Jeanna appeared and shattered the spell. "A Mr. McNair is at the door, Master. Shall Jeanna show him in?" It began to hail.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even some of the ideas. I am being forced to write this story by the little red men all over my computer!
Author's Notes: Love is in the air, every sight and every sound. not! In which we find out a bit about Lucius and what he REALLY keeps in that secret room under the drawing room!! Oh, and 10 points to whoever gets the motto. Brush up on your Latin, dudderheads!
Aurora Noctifer- Well, Ginny will take a while to get into character and Lucius will go into OOC very soon.
Nile Queen- Yes I know I'm changing the plot order a little- but I'm saving face for Lucius! Anyway- do you recognise the song? I couldn't very well have what we were actually listening to when we were role-playing! The Phaaaantom of the Operaaaa!
Emmy Hart- Thanks, and err- do you like the waltz?
Noirkarti
The House-Elves brought the frozen body in. The Manor was very still, as if it was holding its breath. The rain was now only a gentle patter on the roof.
Lucius was excited. He had always known that this could be done- but actually doing it? - That was a whole different thing. He flexed his fingers, knowing that the ancient blood ran through his veins. "Put her in the- ah -Drawing Room," Lucius said softly.
Mr. Malfoy swept into the Green Drawing Room, cloak flying. He was not running, but walking as fast as he could. Lucius then seated himself grandly at the piano forte. He then played a short minuet, delicate fingers caressing the keys.
Lucius stood up, dusted himself off, and walked over to the bookcase. He pulled a certain volume entitled 'Into the Unknown, a Ghost's Dictation.' A segment of wall, nowhere near the bookcase, slid noiselessly open.
Lucius walked down a spiral staircase to a room below the drawing room. Over the centuries various Malfoys had added to the secret room so that it now contained so much dark arts paraphernalia that even the House-Elves disliked entering for fear of unseen terrors.
Ginny lay cold on a slab of white marble. Lucius looked down his nose at her. A pity it has to be her, he thought. He removed his gloves and placed them on a shelf. His hands were shaking. He glared at them. Lucius's white hands then moved to hover over the dead girl's chest.
His fingers twisted in strange patterns, lightly skimming over her breast. A strange dark glow soon appeared over the areas touched, forming into an ever spinning circle. Lucius gripped a knife, and pressed it's blade into his left wrist. Wincing, he put it to the cadaver's mouth. An identical cut appeared on the dead girl's right wrist.
All of sudden, Ginny's frozen fingers twitched, startling Lucius. He jerked his hands up. The ice cracked, splintering all over the marble. Like a marionette, Ginny sat up, following his hands. Her eyes fluttered open.
My.I actually did it! Lucius was stunned, not that it showed on his face. His eyes remained as cold as ever.
She opened her eyes. Everything looked milky. Her head was fuzzy. There was a sweet warmth upon her lips. The Creator was standing there. She could see His blood, her blood, radiating from beneath His skin. She reached for Him, wanting to surround herself with His delicious warmth.
Lucius was all of a sudden enveloped in a freezing vice-like grip. He shivered. "Let go," he whispered. She obeyed, she MUST, obey The Creator. "Who am I?" she asked in a husky voice. "You are Noirkarti. You are *my* Noir." She didn't need to be told this, but The Creator seemed to like to tell her who was in control.
Lucius walked slowly over to a bench, not wanting to turn his back on the Noirkarti. He slipped a pair of strange gloves on. They were black leather and covered in old protective runes. Next, Lucius reached for a large gold disk, which was emblazoned with Hellenistic figures.
All of a sudden, Lucius whipped round and pressed the disc into the Noirkarti's bare chest. Her skin melted around it like water. Then the gold disk froze to her chest. Noir screamed. IT WAS BOILING! Lucius smirked. "This is what will happen if you *ever* disobey me," Lucius gently stroked the disk.
Noir couldn't understand. Her Creator, the one who gave her life, had just hurt her. She would always obey Him. Why did he need to flaunt such power?
Noir looked up. She looked into her Creator's icy eyes, which seemed to be neither grey nor blue, but something in between. She looked at His gloves, and was again hurt. She recognised that they were to protect Him from her. She would never hurt Him, so why was He so frightened?
A tall, ghostly woman entered the room. Noir drew back from her. She was a pale, silver colour and was glaring at her. "Go away!" the woman screeched. "We don't need you! HE DOESN'T NEED YOU!" Noir was scared. "No," she said quietly. "He needs me, because He created me, not you!"
Lucius was bewildered. Who was she talking to? "Noir, control yourself," he admonished. "But she started it!" Lucius rolled his eyes, she sounded so childish. "Who started it?" Noir pointed, "The woman over there," she whispered.
Lucius stiffened. Narcissa! He shut his eyes for a moment, remembering his beautiful Narcissa, then, waving his wand, "UMBRA IRE MEARE!" Noir saw the woman fly through the wall. "Is she gone?" The Creator asked. ".s," Noir mumbled.
Lucius left her there to rest. Her body will still be waking up, he thought. It will give me some time to consider my next move. This is what I have missed, Lucius sighed. Playing will people is so fun.
Like most Malfoys, Lucius prided himself on his foresight. Be Prepared, could easily replace the Malfoy motto, 'Per Sanguis, Proelium Sum Victrix,' though perhaps he would not take kindly to sharing such a worthy motto with the Girl Guides.
But, most unfortunately, for Lucius at least, he'd forgotten something rather important. What Noirkarti eat. Now, perhaps a little background knowledge is advisable at this point? Noirkarti are fully reliant on their Master for life, but something extra is needed to keep them from turning into complete wraiths, not a pleasant experience, let me tell you! The problem comes with what that extra special something is; you see unicorn's blood is rather tricky stuff to acquire.
To begin with one must remember that Noirkarti are undead, much like zombies, except that they are almost entirely dependant on their creator, that is, the necromancer who summons their souls back to their body. In this case: Lucius. Noirkarti have rather amazing powers however, as you shall see.
Lucius sat by the fire in his elaborate study thinking. There was only one known colony of unicorns in Britain and it was in a most unfortunate location. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, watched over by that muggle-loving, senile, old fool: Albus Dumbledore and his simple minded pet savage.
Luckily, Noirkarti only need feeding once a week but, as you can see, our dear Mr. Malfoy had got himself in a bit of a fix. It was most out of the ordinary.
Snookums too, was, at that very moment, setting himself up for a fix. The girl was still resting. Snookums had been told to see the she wanted for nothing- except freedom, that is. Snookums touched her to see that she was all right. He drew back suddenly, the girl was freezing! Quickly Snookums performed some handy, or so he thought, House-Elf heating magic.
Now the only thing that can kill a Noirkarti, apart from the death of their creator, is heat. Oh dear, you think, well, you are quite justified in thinking that, or maybe a stronger expletive is in order. In any case, it wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do- but since when were House-Elves known for their marvellous intellect?
Noir moaned it was hot, so hot. She shrieked, calling for her Creator to help, but no one came. She yelled until her voice had gone and still nobody came to help her.
Lucius was looking through his extensive library for Noirkarti dietary alternatives, when Jeanna popped into existence beside him. "The nasty girl is making loud noises, Master. Shall I take care of it?" Lucius raised an eyebrow. "What kind of noises, Jeanna?" The elf apparently didn't notice the edge to the inquisitive tone. "Oh, nasty girl is calling for help, Master. Nothing un-" but Jeanna couldn't finish because Lucius had struck her so hard with his silver-topped cane, before dashing out of the room, that she flew into a bookshelf and a heavy dark arts manual knocked her into the celebrated land of La-La.
When Lucius finally reached the Noirkarti, she was almost dead (again!) He whipped out his wand and performed the necessary cancellation charms, before leaning over her.
When she finally opened her eyes they weren't the bright brown so many people had exclaimed over in her life, but a deep maroon, almost the colour of dried blood. Her skin was pale, not porcelain pale like Lucius, but an unhealthy bluish tone, like she had been swimming in cold water for too long.
"Creatorrr," she moaned. "I knew you would come, you love me." Lucius was stunned. He, love her? What could possibly have given her that idea? He thought it best to humour her, "Yes, I love you," he lied charmingly. Lucius really should have remembered that Noirkarti have the gift of truth.
When Noir heard that HE was lying to her, she was appalled. A sick feeling crept into her gut. He doesn't love me? But He created me! Why can't He love me?! Somewhere, she knew, she had once known love, but every time she tried to remember the disk hurt her. Her Creator hurt her. She had assumed that this was for her benefit but, maybe she was wrong?
Days passed. Lucius got more and more worried about his little problem, but Noir was much better. She was exploring the big manor looking at all the wonderful things. This house is so like The Creator, she thought. Cold and reserved, but perfect in distant splendour.
She had entered the Ball Room. For those unfamiliar with this architectural wonder, let me elaborate. Thirteen neo-classical black marble columns hold up a vast swirling ceiling painted by the famous witch-artist, Enid Puntavolo, who loved rendering snakes in oils, and who died when a subject she was sketching bit her. Full length silver windows gave a spectacular view of the park turned bog.
Noir danced to silent music until she saw an elaborate purple and silver radio in a small alcove. Noir switched it on.
"*This is WWN, Owl time, where you owl it we'll howl it! First up: Katty Niggs has requested 'Slowly Tuning Away,' by Celestina Warbeck, the singing sorceress!*"
"A thousand stars,
Flaming ever so bright,
Could never be warmer,
Than my heart tonight!"
But your eyes are cold and distant,
And you're slowly turning away,
And I know that you try to resist me,
Slowly turning away!"
Lucius walked into the ball room. She was dancing there, dancing, dancing like, like, Narcissa used to. Lucius suddenly had an impulse to join her, to whirl her into oblivion.
Noir felt a sudden glow as The Creator's gloved fingers slipped into hers. Slowly he guided her into a sweeping waltz as the music swelled. It was snowing.
"A thousand questions,
Your eyes seem to ask,
Yet your face is a blank,
Inscrutable mask!
But your eyes are cold and distant,
And you're slowly turning away,
And I know that you try to resist me,
Slowly turning away!
A thousand questions,
All of them wrong,
But your eyes are cold and distant,
Why am I taking so long?
But your eyes are cold and distant,
And you're slowly turning away,
And I know that you try to resist me,
Slowly turning away!"
Lucius was just leaning in to kiss her when Jeanna appeared and shattered the spell. "A Mr. McNair is at the door, Master. Shall Jeanna show him in?" It began to hail.
