A/N: Hello, dears. You're probably thinking something along the lines of: "Egad, woman! Don't bore me with an author's note! Harry! What the hell happened to Harry?" *grin* Who am I to stand in the way of a curious reader?
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Do nothing. Those are my instructions. The simplest instruction in the world. The most difficult to follow. Do nothing. How can I? I can hear him whimper from my post outside his cell. A few days, even hours, ago they would have been music to my ears. Now I wish they would stop. NO. No, I don't want that either. When they stop I know he's dead. Do nothing. I don't want him dead.
I had missed most of it. I was told I had business to conduct elsewhere, some insignificant task in Knockturn Ally. "Don't worry," Voldemort assured me. "We won't kill him while you're gone." Part of me wanted him to. Wanted him to be dead when I got back. Wanted this horrible mess to be over. I had the idea that if I didn't touch him, this wouldn't be my fault. Rubbish. This is all my fault.
I can see him stirring. No, love. Don't move. Moving will only make it worse. He groaned. I told you not to move. Do nothing. He'll be dead in a few hours due to his injuries. The Dark Lord had more imagination than I gave him credit for. Now Harry lies on the floor in a heap, every part of him broken and bruised. I opened the cell door. He's been crushed, choking on his own blood. Bruises cover his face. Pain clouds his eyes. Poor angel. More crushed by your fall than even I could have dreamed. I bent down and took him tenderly into my arms. He cries out from the pain. "Sorry," I whisper, but I can never say it enough for what I've done to you, so badly hurt I almost have to scrape you off the dungeon floor. I can't do nothing anymore.
I carry you up the stairs and through the winding hallways of the manor. I could levitate you, but it's tricky and I like the feel of your weight in my arms, though I have to carry you gingerly so as not to cause you more pain. Ah, here we are. Back to where we started.
I lay you on the bed and mutter several healing spells. I can see the bones rearrange themselves. The broken skin heals. The bruises disappear. Only the blood remains. There's blood on his lips. I kiss them, tasting the blood. It's sweeter than I thought it would be. There's blood on his cheek. I lap at it softly. His hands reach up and entangle themselves in my hair. I pull back. "Stay," he whispers. No, you don't want me. You're having delusions again. He kisses me, lips soft and warm against mine. Cruel. Cruel of you to kiss me this way. You never wanted me, but I wanted you. I want you still. I break away. No. Not again.
His eyes open. He pulls me down next to him, rests his head on my chest. I hold him close. His hair is matted with blood. That's wrong. It should be soft, springy. Vile blood, but it's Harry's blood. Beautiful blood, blessed to know every detail of his body so intimately. "Don't leave me, Lucius," he said, fingers curling in my hair. Beautiful and frightful, this angel soaked in blood. Say my name again. I like to hear you say it. Like to hear the need in your voice. "Lucius," he called again.
"Here, love."
"Don't leave me."
"I don't think I can."
I've just turned my back on everything: my wife, my son, my Lord, my life, all in favor of the gorgeous creature clinging to me. And I wanted him dead. Right now I just want to stroke his hair, kiss his lips, whisper soft assurances into that seashell ear. I don't know what will happen tomorrow. And I don't care.
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End fic! What did you think? I've had this chapter written for a week now. I began this fic wanting Lucius to break Harry. Instead Harry broke Lucius, or maybe it was both. H'mm... Any unusual or twisted ideas for me? I'm quite fond of them. (Damn! I think Lucius has become a permanent voice in my head!) Review!
Luv ya-
J. Silver
P.S. Thanks to Coqui, Lindsay Beth, LunarBard, Tom Riddilpley, Mine Me, and Fleur.
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Do nothing. Those are my instructions. The simplest instruction in the world. The most difficult to follow. Do nothing. How can I? I can hear him whimper from my post outside his cell. A few days, even hours, ago they would have been music to my ears. Now I wish they would stop. NO. No, I don't want that either. When they stop I know he's dead. Do nothing. I don't want him dead.
I had missed most of it. I was told I had business to conduct elsewhere, some insignificant task in Knockturn Ally. "Don't worry," Voldemort assured me. "We won't kill him while you're gone." Part of me wanted him to. Wanted him to be dead when I got back. Wanted this horrible mess to be over. I had the idea that if I didn't touch him, this wouldn't be my fault. Rubbish. This is all my fault.
I can see him stirring. No, love. Don't move. Moving will only make it worse. He groaned. I told you not to move. Do nothing. He'll be dead in a few hours due to his injuries. The Dark Lord had more imagination than I gave him credit for. Now Harry lies on the floor in a heap, every part of him broken and bruised. I opened the cell door. He's been crushed, choking on his own blood. Bruises cover his face. Pain clouds his eyes. Poor angel. More crushed by your fall than even I could have dreamed. I bent down and took him tenderly into my arms. He cries out from the pain. "Sorry," I whisper, but I can never say it enough for what I've done to you, so badly hurt I almost have to scrape you off the dungeon floor. I can't do nothing anymore.
I carry you up the stairs and through the winding hallways of the manor. I could levitate you, but it's tricky and I like the feel of your weight in my arms, though I have to carry you gingerly so as not to cause you more pain. Ah, here we are. Back to where we started.
I lay you on the bed and mutter several healing spells. I can see the bones rearrange themselves. The broken skin heals. The bruises disappear. Only the blood remains. There's blood on his lips. I kiss them, tasting the blood. It's sweeter than I thought it would be. There's blood on his cheek. I lap at it softly. His hands reach up and entangle themselves in my hair. I pull back. "Stay," he whispers. No, you don't want me. You're having delusions again. He kisses me, lips soft and warm against mine. Cruel. Cruel of you to kiss me this way. You never wanted me, but I wanted you. I want you still. I break away. No. Not again.
His eyes open. He pulls me down next to him, rests his head on my chest. I hold him close. His hair is matted with blood. That's wrong. It should be soft, springy. Vile blood, but it's Harry's blood. Beautiful blood, blessed to know every detail of his body so intimately. "Don't leave me, Lucius," he said, fingers curling in my hair. Beautiful and frightful, this angel soaked in blood. Say my name again. I like to hear you say it. Like to hear the need in your voice. "Lucius," he called again.
"Here, love."
"Don't leave me."
"I don't think I can."
I've just turned my back on everything: my wife, my son, my Lord, my life, all in favor of the gorgeous creature clinging to me. And I wanted him dead. Right now I just want to stroke his hair, kiss his lips, whisper soft assurances into that seashell ear. I don't know what will happen tomorrow. And I don't care.
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End fic! What did you think? I've had this chapter written for a week now. I began this fic wanting Lucius to break Harry. Instead Harry broke Lucius, or maybe it was both. H'mm... Any unusual or twisted ideas for me? I'm quite fond of them. (Damn! I think Lucius has become a permanent voice in my head!) Review!
Luv ya-
J. Silver
P.S. Thanks to Coqui, Lindsay Beth, LunarBard, Tom Riddilpley, Mine Me, and Fleur.