Letters with my murdering, possibly psychotic arch nemesis-
(A/n Hello and welcome to this little story. I am insanely bored and now have an idea. To the readers of my Snarry I AM SOOOOO sorry. My comp crashed and that file was on it and I dunno how to write more on it so you'll have to wait for my blockage to be over.
PLEASE accept this Voldemort/Harry story as compensation.
In short; Harry wakes from a nightmare in the first week after the Ministry mishap/Sirius's death and being sent home from Hogwarts for vacation and being the hormonal teenager he is he sends off an annoyed ranting letter to the source of most of his problems! Enter Voldemort and lots of chaos that is sure to follow! Slash pairings" Voldemort/Harry Lucius/Severus and any others I can dream up.
Warning: It's slash…aka there shall be the SEX, drinking, smoking, bad language, cutting, other mischief, mean names, you know my protocol if you've read my other stories XD
Disclaimer: This is purely a fragment of my ADHD, overactive, caffeine occluded mind. I do not own the characters or anything from the Harry Potter Universe. DO NOT SUE ME. )
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WARNING: FULLY-NESS AHEAD! FLUFF WARNING!
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Lucius POV-
After the meeting I disappeared from view, the adrenaline rush from using the killing curse on my mate's abuser was still coursing in my veins. I held back my powers and my pride at having slain the man. I couldn't reveal myself to any of the lower death eaters. Hell only mi lord, the Lestrange brothers, and Bellatrix knew about myself and Draco…and Narcissa.
I near about ran up the stairs to Severus's sick room. Generally he stayed with me…but he was in his own room now with three of my own house elves caring for him unless myself or one of the healers were with him.
Finkle and Dorkle popped out of the room as I slipped in, I could feel my mate was awake…but I was still silent as a mouse. The last elf, a mashed nosed elderly elf by the name of Roofin bowed deeply and murmured my mate's condition to me "Wounds a'healin' an' fever still there, Master, but less than was. Master Severus feel better this day." With that he popped away as well leaving me too look upon my mate's now injury wrought delicate body.
Severus lay under the emerald canopy on the queen four poster, his back and head laid against black silk and the rest of him covered with an emerald satin duvet. I sat in the chair drawn up next to his bed and ran my fingers across his sunken in cheek. He was lucky…he could've died…he would've died if Nott hadn't pulled him out of the way of the last curse. I owed Nott my mate's life and he would be repaid. But now I needed Severus as much as he longed for me. I felt his mind prickle at mine and push slightly at the barrier. I lowered it to him and let him in, our minds met and he shuddered at the intense feeling of our mating bond washing over him.
'Are Veela bonds always this strong? Luc?'
'THAT? That is you're first question?' I teased, I kissed him chastely. I knew he desperately wanted more but I was rough in bed when he strong and well. I think I'd kill him if we went further now.
'You used the curse…and Draco…I felt the magic…who?' He asked raising his left arm to touch my hand that cradled his cheek. He didn't want coddling but I found it distinctly hard to be frank and firm around him when he was like this. He seemed so frail in my view…but I suppose that if he were not strong…he would've fallen to his injuries. I had to remind myself of just how strong my mate could be.
'Moody…I and my son avenged you in our Lord's hall.' I said formally. Severus bit back a snort. The Veela ways were not new to him but some he still found very amusing. Such as the way we spoke when defending our mate's honor!
'You talk too much, love' Severus teased me. He made to lift his right hand but hissed at the feeling. I put a light weight on it, pushing it back down onto a pillow. He rolled his eyes and motioned for the potion for pain. I handed it to him and watched him drink it messily knowing well that if I tried to help he'd get angry at me and insist he was not a child. I sighed inaudibly and watched as he vanished the vial wordlessly and wandlessly after he was done and laid back, he groaned softly.
'Three Broken metacarpals in the right hand, twisted right ankle, bruising that could very well be a map of the dark forest on your chest, lash marks on your back, and a shiner that would make Lily Evans look like she hit like a two year old…you are never allowed out of the house again!' I said in a false presumptuous voice, a sneer on my face that made him smirk.
"If you ever come home bruised and broken again Severus…I am serious…you-you're never leaving the house again," I said, my voice halting slightly. He shook his head lightly and pulled me down with his good hand, he smashed our lips together tightly and molded his mouth against mine until I deepened the kiss. He fought my tongue and eventually we broke apart both of us panting slightly.
"Lucius…we knew what we were getting into…and you know that I'll turn you into a toad if you try to lock me up," Severus said rather bluntly. I snickered and kissed him again.
"Stubborn Slytherin…"
"I thought it was stubborn Gryffindors?" He asked.
"Then I think you're in the wrong house love…"I teased. He smacked me on the back of the head as I started laughing at his shocked and pouty expression.
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I know it's short but it's CUTE! Right? Well...people wanted one-shots from me in other fandoms and I wrote all of those first and I jsut had to finish a reeeally hard pairing (one I'm not all that chummy with) so this little fluffle will have to do for now :) Right?