"And maybe it's easier to withdraw from life
With all of it's misery and wretched lives
Away from harm"

Dead Can Dance (Within the Realm of Dying Sun), Anywhere Out of This World

As I noticed, a lot of people care not to pronounce Lucius name properly, mainly because no one cares for him. That's even better pour moi, because than I will be the omnipotent autocrat of his body, mind, and spirit. Only problem towards my absolutism are the copyright. Damn them.
Anyway, his name is not pronounced `Loo-kas', `Loo-shas', `Loo-sius', nor `Loo-tzius'. Even the way JKR told us to pronounce it, that's wrong. Name is Roman, and Latin rules are used in pronunciation. So it's `Loo-kius'. I don't like it that way, but c'est la vie. I hate my name, too. It's Hebrew and means `sorrow'..

Advocating:
-Dead Can Dance unfortunately doesn't belong to me;
-'Reach' toothbrushes belong to the `Reach' company;
-characters are either JKR's or mine;
-Joan Baez belongs to herself, and her song: `Diamonds and Rust' belong to her;
-all the Quidditch teams mentioned in the story I reference to `Quidditch Through Ages' by Kennilworthy Whisp aka Joan Kathleen Rowling.

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Sirius Black worked, closely following Dumbledore's orders. He gathered people to who Dumbledore referred as `the Old Crowd'. After James and Lily Potter were in the exile from Lord Voldemort, the Order of Phoenix was rebuilt. Harry Potter didn't know a lot about them, even though they were the one who saved his life from Lord Voldemort last year. That is a secret canon with strict hierarchy. It is the good side, that fights and protects people against the Dark Side and Lord Voldemort. The Death Eaters were violent to them. They would seek of any them, like Christians sought for heretics in the middle age Europe, particularly for the orders of Cathari. Cathari were considered heretics, but as their name says, they were working towards the purification. Dualism and lent were their principles. Cathari would give up their life to protect their chaste order. Eventually, Christian inquisition was so powerful that it destroyed them.
So at the Order of Phoenix, the hierarchy was so rigid that everyone would have their numbers, getting them in order in which they joined. It was of ancient foundation, founded by witch Claire of Surrey. As soon as one of the wizards or witches of the Order of Phoenix died, people after them would move one number up.
Currently, Dumbledore was number one. Sirius kept his number as high as four, and Lupin was at the top, too.

The Order of Phoenix, the cliquish organisation was the main topic of the Death Eaters' meeting.
-"Order of Phoenix, is it so Severus?" - Dark Lord voided himself ominously over Severus Snape.
-"Yes, my lord" - Snape was benign as a little adolescent girl. He was afraid of Lord Voldemort like everyone else were.
-"Re-reestablished, eh?" - the Dark Lord granted him a dire sneer.
-"That's right, my Lord" - Severus knew he had to be careful now. Bringing bad news to Lord Voldemort guarantees you something fatal.
-"Where did you get that information, Severus?"
-"Dumbledore." - Of course, he was double agent for Dumbledore; but not for Lord Voldemort, too. He wasn't about to say that he attended the Order of Phoenix meeting yesterday.
-"Interesting... That Dumbledore surely knows everything, doesn't he?" - Said Lord Voldemort casually, putting his index finger on his pointed, chalk white chin. His casualty was something you should be scared of; when that cold glance of his serpentine eyes strikes you, that is one of the life moments when you crave for long-lost deus, quickly confessing all the sins to just anyone.
-"Severus, what do you think about Dumbledore?" - he asked suddenly. His voice quivered as he pronounced the name.
-"Well - er - I..." - Severus was speechless. To express his real opinion about Dumbledore wasn't that wise, because it was in superlative, so Lord Voldemort could use it against him. Snape didn't want to end up as Nagini's dinner. But he couldn't lie about someone like Dumbledore, because that man trust him, even though he really shouldn't. He believes that there is still some good in Severus. That man could have told everyone that he's a Death Eater, and he was grateful that he isn't in the Azkeban now.
-"'Er' is not a word, Severus" - the Dark Lord said, reproachfully.
-"I think that he is too biased when it comes to Mudbloods and Muggles" - and there, he told the truth. Snape was never too fond of the Muggleborns and Muggles (accept for Lily, of course). He was a Pureblood wizard, of an old Italian family. For generations, Snapes' went to Hogwarts. For generations, father was subduing their sons into haters of everything Muggle-related.
Severus even wasn't sure if his father, Caecilius was still alive anymore. Inclement Ceacilius Snape would only know how to criticise poor Severus for what ever he had done.
He was a young boy, when his father ordered him to bring him some of the potions ingredients from the cellar into his laboratory. Caecilius Snape was an alchemist. Once, he succeed to turn aluminium into valuable gold. Aureate particle of dust he protected between two pieces of glass. This he saved as a souvegnir. He never ever repeated this glorious moment again. Gold, never again.
As Severus was coming back to the laboratory, he tripped and fell, causing all the ingredients to spill around the floor.
-"Tu sei il stupido giovenatto, Severus! (You are a stupid boy, Severus!)" - his father shouted at him when he found out.
Snape had to bear with cussing of his father. His father entitled him to all types of disgraces. He was `The Disgrace of the Century', `Disgrace for the Disgraces', `Idiot Among all the Disgraces', and `Disgrace for all the Pureblood Wizards'. First time in his life anyone ever gave him a compliment was at Hogwarts. He practically didn't know what compliments were until he was eleven, living isolated of all the world.
First nice thing anyone said to him was in his very first Potions class. Professor Snake, Potions Master at his time, made them copy notes from the board and answer few simple questions. A slender girl sitting beside him inclined over his notes to copy from him. He said nothing as she copied all the answers on her paper.
-"You have nice handwriting" - she spoke to him, not glancing at his face. That was a very first thing anyone ever said nice to him.
-"Gracie. I meant to say, thank you very much" - he quickly corrected himself. He had no Italian accent when he spoke English, but he was used to saying `Gracie' instead of `Thank you'.
-"You're welcome. You're not British, aren't you?" - she asked him. It was obvious she wanted to engage him in conversation. Severus was afraid of her, talking to him, because he never had any friends before.
-"No, I'm Italian" - he answered, feebly. He wasn't sure if she's going to taunt him because he's not British. Hogwarts was mainly reserved for British students, while Durmstrang had more diverse nations.
-"Splendid. I'm kind of British, even though my family had lived on those lands for centuries. I'm half Irish, one quarter German, one eight Swedish, one sixteenth Dutch, and rest: Norwegian and Welsh" - she said cheerfully. She was proud of having such a divergent background. -"What is your name?"
-"Severus Snape" - he said. By every second, he was getting more and more nervous with her.
-"Ancilla Deitrich, pleased to meet you" - she shook his hand. -"How do you like it at Hogwarts, so far?"
-"I'm not used to being surrounded by so many people" - he answered, honestly. Ancilla was about to inquire another question, but platinum-haired boy that sat in front of them turned, and said:
-"Hey Deitrich, what is the answer for second last question?" His eyes shined malevolent censure as she retorted back to him: -"I've done those questions myself. I shan't tell you the any answer, and if you're not smart enough to do them yourself, than that's just too bad, Mister Lucius Malfoy?"
'Yeah, miss, you all done them yourself' Severus thought.
-"Hey you, you must the kid that yesterday fought on the train against that James Potter" - Lucius suddenly turned to Severus, ignoring Ancilla's persnickety face. Lucius' face was still kiddish, with third or fourth tooth missing, and two blond spikes falling over his pale face. Everyone said how he was an adorable child (that set his father's drawing room on fire, two days ago).
-"Yes" - Severus sighed. He already hated that boy, so called James Potter. He was so proud and so presumptuous.
-"Go away, Lucius; turn around. No one called you" - she punched Lucius in his shoulder to make him turn around. He voice was whiny like when she was complaining to her father how her brother got something she doesn't.
-"I am talking to my new friend, Ancilla. Don't annoy me, alright?" - he said to her. -"You beat James Potter, well. It was about the time to get him back to the Earth. What's your name?"
-"His name is Severus Snape, and he comes from Italy" - Ancilla answered for him. -"However, I started talking to him first, so go away!"
It was first time in his life that people were fighting to talk to him. Severus found that amusing. He was nothing and no one--gaunt kid, with black hair, and ugly face.

That memory occurred to Severus when he was reporting to Dumbledore some of Lord Voldemort's plans (in deviated scheme). Dumbledore sensed the downing of Severus' mood. He dismissed him and told him that they will continue their causerie some other time.

Shrill pain travelled through Harry's scar. It was gone before it woke him up. Only the burning sensation and sweet after-feeling of the great ache.
He sat in his four-poster bad for a very long time and thinking. Did it really hurt him or was it just a dream. As soon as he saw a gleam of light through the window, symbolising the sunrise, he had fallen asleep.

That morning Ron Weasley woke him up, shouting how it's Hogsmeade weekend. He said that Hermione can't go with them because she is doing something way more fun--the History of Magic homework.
Harry quickly got dressed and ready to go, and along with Ron, glided down the numerous staircases of Hogwarts Castle. Before they were done with the last staircase, on the bottom, there was Professor Severus Snape, climbing towards them. He looked habitually sinister and gaunt as he passed them. They weren't running so fast anymore as they were abreast with him. Snape could take points away for running around the hallways, and he wouldn't mind making up some new rule about behaviour at Hogwarts property.
-"Good morning Professor Snape" - they said stiffly. Of course, they couldn't not say it, Snape once abducted points from Gryffindor for being disrespectful to their Potions Master.
-"Good morning Potter, Weasley" - he replied emotionlessly, looking his own business.
As soon as they got into Hogsmeade, they hurried into Zonko's joke shop. They liked spending time with Hermione, but this was just equally great without her. They called it: guys' time. Zonko was that morning full with Hogwarts students. Apparently, they had a new product: Scented Smoke-Bombs. Just like Jelly Beans were in every flavours, Scented Smoke-Bombs were in every smell. From fart, vomit, garbage, and acidic paint, to lavender, fresh cut grass, morning glory, and spring. There was a huge problem with them: they were way too expensive. It was pointless giving three Sickles for one bomb. Harry and Ron looked to the presentation Zonko's owner, Corrado Walthamstow held, with Scented Smoke-Bombs. He touched the small glass sphere with tip of his wooden wand, counted to three, and than threw it away. As he threw it on the floor, enormous cloud of smoke blinded everyone at the store, and they could smell lilac everywhere. As the haze vanished, and they could see again, Harry noticed that Draco Malfoy with Crabbe and Goyle was standing beside him. All three of them were snickering hostile laughter. Harry and Ron gave them dirty look, as Harry whispered to Ron: -"Lets go Ron, I feel that someone just polluted the atmosphere."
Harry and Ron were about to go out of the joke-store, when the high-pitched siren sounded everywhere. They stood at the threshold, bewildered as the owner approached them.
-"Okay boys, what did you steal?" - he asked, strictly. Everyone in the store were closely following the action.
-"We stole nothing" - Ron said.
-"We'll see in a minute. Accio!" - he drew his wand, and few Scented Smoke-Bombs flew out of Harry Potter's pocket. He snatched them, and tapped them with his wand two times.
-"No one paid for those, boy. You were shoplifting them" - he was mad.
-"I swear, I didn't steal them, I would never shoplift" - Harry Potter was saying. In the background, Draco Malfoy was actively whispering to Crabbe and Goyle, and they were laughing hysterically.
-"What school do you go to?" - the owner asked.
-"What happened, Corrado?" - someone just asked. It was Harry's favorite teacher, Severus Snape. He was passing the story, and from outside, he noticed that something was happening in the there, so he came to investigate. Beside him was Professor Sinistra, a sinister teacher, with dark-grey skin and jet-black hair.
-"This boy tried to shoplift those" - Corrado showed Severus handful of Scented Smoke-Bombs.
-"Harry Potter, such an inconvenience. It's fine Corrado, I'll make sure that this boy gets punished" - Snape said delighted, grabbing Harry for the collar, and dragging him away. Ron was left there, all mad on Snape. He knew that there was some mistake and that Harry would never shoplift.
Draco, Vincent, and Gregory were choking in their own laugh. Wasn't Draco Malfoy so clever to frame Harry for shoplifting? He pushed those spheres into Harry's pocket before the Scented Smoke-Bomb blinded everyone.
Snape was so delighted by what Harry apparently have done that he awarded him with whole week of detention and thirty points off Gryffindor House. Even better, for detention Harry had to be with Snape, and help him mix up a Potion they will need later that year for class. Wasn't it great? A week of detention with Snape?
Snape loved working with Harry so much every night, that second last night of his detention, Harry pissed Snape so much by spilling an important ingredient on the floor. Snape was about to kill him.
-"You're an annoying bastard, Potter. Same clumsy ignorant idiot your father used to be! I can't stand you anymore" - Snape snapped at him, obnoxiously. He harshly beckoned him to follow him, and Harry had to. Where were they going was a sphinx. All the corridors, hallways, and stairs they passed and they ended up in Ancilla's office with Middle-Eastern scent.
Snape explained Ancilla what were the problems with Harry were. She said it's all right if Harry spends the rest of the evening with her, that she will find something for him to do. As Snape went away, and said: -"Sit down, Harry."
Harry did so. She was staying late in her office, marking the final tests of the Vampire Unit. -"I heard why you got detention?"
-"I swear I never tried to shoplift the Scented Smoke-Bombs. Someone set me up, I just know it" - Harry tried to convince her. She had frown on her face.
-"James, (than she snappily corrected herself), I mean Harry, it's not the thief the one who steals; but the one who they catch."
-"You're just on Snape's side" - Harry snapped at her.
-"Harry you don't know what are you talking about" - she said nostalgically.
-"Of course I can't know what I'm talking, because no one ever tells me anything. You all keep me in some enigma, like you really care for me" - Harry said. Suddenly, he reminded himself he is talking to his teacher.
-"Sooner or later you shall find out everything you always wanted to know. Now Harry, see that file of books there? I want you to shelf them in alphabetical order."- She told him. Harry headed towards the large pile of books on the floor. His only optimism was that it must be nicer working with her than with Snape. But as soon as he raised the first book, and tried to find the last name of the author, he found out that it's impossible for him to decipher letters.
-"Uhm Miss, what does this mean?" - Harry asked her, bedazzled.
-"Oh, sorry Harry. That's Punjabi, isn't it?" - she asked.
-"Er, I wouldn't really know, would I? And what's Punjabi" - Harry was perplexed. He never saw anything like those runes.
-"Punjabi is a foreign language, spoke in India and Pakistan. Anyway, never mind than; just put them all neatly in the shelf" - she told him. He did as she requested him to. As she stood up to organise her table, untidy with all the tests, not noticing that someone had opened the door of her office, and slid inside. So softly, like a cat. Ancilla wasn't paying attention to nothing, thinking over does Lee Jordan really deserves such a high mark when he can't sit still in the seat for more than twenty seconds. Strong arm wrapped her around her waist, and tethered her to the body. Ancilla didn't even have to look to know it's Lucius. His virile cologne mixed with ambrosial scent of his skin, she could distinguish it always.
-"Happy birthday, mon cher" - he said, and kissed her passionately. Ancilla totally forgot about Harry Potter in there, while Lucius didn't see him at all as he entered her office.
When he finished kissing her, he drew a small box from his pocket. Inside it, as he opened it, she saw a majestic bronze ring with opaque green precious stone that was in sharp oval shape.
-"That's your birthday present" - he smiled. She carefully took it out, and put it on her middle finger, beside all the other extraordinary rings she wore. All of her jewellery was seemed so unnatural to this Western Civilasation. But all that was just perfect for her. Garnet amethyst fitted her far more perfect than the most expensive and precious diamond, what ever price you pay to get it.
-"Oh, Lucius..." - she was melting with those feelings of delectation. No one remembered that today, seventh November was her birthday. Even she was doubtful about it.
-"Say nothing" - he held her in his strong arms, kissing her once more. And once more after that.
-"Uhm, Professor" - said Harry Potter quietly. His perplexed stare reflected what was inside his head. It caused Ancilla and Lucius to abruptly turn to him.
-"What the hell is he doing here?" - Lucius snapped on Ancilla, looking at Harry. Harry wanted to ask Ancilla the exact same question about Lucius, but by knowing how much Lucius fancies him, it wasn't prudent.
-"He is having a detention. Severus couldn't stand him, so he put him have a detention with me."
-"And of course he sent him to you. You were always exile for Potters, Ancilla" - Lucius said to her, spitefully. Harry gasped when she slapped Lucius. Lucius wanted to react back, but he knew it will turn into combat.
-"Harry, I wanna have word with you" - Ancilla said sweetly, kicking Harry out of the room.
-"Harry, I don't want to bullshit with you, telling how everything you just saw between Lucius Malfoy and me was an illusion. But I'm not here to explain anything about that matter, whatsoever. I just need you to promise me one thing: that is that you will never ever under any circumstances tell anyone about what you just heard and saw tonight" - she seriously said, after the door of the office were closed, and they were standing in the hallway.
-"I promise" - Harry said quietly.
-"Uhm, Lucius hates your father, Harry. Even though he's dead, there are still some things he won't forgive him. He pushed all the hatred into Draco, and that's why Draco hates you. Au contraire I am fond of you. If you ever need anything from me, you can come, I will be happy to help you. Now go to sleep. I'll talk with Severus, and I can assure you, there will be no detention for you tomorrow." - She finished talking and made clear to Harry that it's time for him to go.
She watched Harry vanishing in the dark, than she went back into her office. Lucius was in there, ready to continue fight. But she speechlessly persuaded him into doing something else. Maybe something less intriguing, but certainly something much more fun.

Time to Christmas flew fast. Harry fulfilled his both promised, to Draco and Ancilla. He found it farce-like how Draco had crush on a woman his father seemed so fond of. Once Ron Weasley told his father about how awful Draco can be, and Mr Weasley said that Lucius is no better. He said that they are same. It was clear to Harry than, knowing all coups and conspiracies of Lucius Malfoy, but now, it was more than obvious how same they were.
It's Christmas morning and everyone's cheerful. Ron Weasley woke up extra early, waking Harry up to see what presents they got.
-"Wow, Ron your mum is so skilled with knitting! This jumper is amazing" - Harry said delightfully, holding another Weasley sweater. It was made out of cotton not of wool, therefore it was soft on touch.
-"Well..." - Ron went red with the compliment and stayed wordless.
Ron bought Harry bright orange `CC'--Chudley Canon logo, and Harry bought him navy-blue crossed bulrushes Puddlemere United logo. Puddlemere United became Harry's favourite team.
Both logos could be magically traces onto any piece of clothing. Harry never liked Chudley Canons much, and Ron found Puddlemere United too show-off, so they traded the presents. Puddlemere United was one of the best teams ever, while days of Chudley Canon were over long ago. But there were still allegiant fans who eagerly waited for it's deserved renaissance. Hermione bought both Harry and Ron candy, along with newest `Reach' toothbrush. Ron had a lot of fun with this Muggle invention. Wizarding toothbrushes were practically the same, just had different design.
Even the Dursleys remembered him, giving him the most decent present ever: blank-paper notebook.
His second last present was an expensive looking box. Harry opened it. Black-metal thin chain was in there. It strongly smelled on iron. On the end, it had a talisman hanging, made out of something that looked like onyx.
-"What is that?" - Ron asked, nosily looking at it.
-"It looks like a talisman" - Harry guessed, looking at it.
-"Is it from Dumbledore?" - Ron snatched the box, and looked around for a note. There was none.
-"It looks esoteric" - Harry said. He decided not to think about it anymore, storing it in the night table, and going down to breakfast.

For Christmas break so few students and teachers were present at Hogwarts that same table for everybody was more than enough for Christmas feast. It was no mystery for Harry why Draco was staying--his favourite teacher was staying at Hogwarts for Christmas, too.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione went down to the Great Hall to Christmas feast. They were eager for it, and it was astonishing, the fact, that only other students that were staying were Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. Traditionally, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle did everything Draco Malfoy did. As Ron and Harry took their seats at the end of the table, Draco sniggered at their sweaters and the logos on. They both traced the logo of their favourite team on the plain un-Weasley sweater.
-"Mr Malfoy, would you be pleasant enough to share with us what is so comical?" - Professor Dumbledore kindly asked. It made Draco fell like he choked onto a bone. He knew that Dumbledore favoured Harry Potter and his perfect friend.
-"Nothing, sir Dumbledore" - he said.
People at the table were, accept for six students: Professor Albus Dumbledore, Professor Minerva McGonagall, Rubeus Hagrid, Professor Severus Snape, Argus Filch and one seat was left unoccupied. Harry guessed that that is where Professor Ancilla Deitrich were was supposed to sit.
-"Harry, I must say I regard that Puddlemere United logo of yours" - he sufficiently turned to Harry. Harry could swear that Dumbledore gave him a small wink.
-"That is my favourite team, sir" - Harry said.
-"So it's my" - Dumbledore smiled.
-"I wouldn't agree with either of you. My favourite, Falmouth Falcons is a startling team" - Draco cut them.
-"I would unconditionally have to agree with Mr Malfoy" - Snape added. That was the first thing he saw for whole evening. He was absurdly quiet that evening, biting his lip and neurasthenically tapping his foot of the floor.
-"Wow, Ancilla, I must say you look astonishing tonight" - Professor Dumbledore said, as she appeared, coming into the Great Hall. Draco automatically turned his eyes to her, following her proficient steps. The black velvet dress she wore made her look more sinister than she usually does.
-"Thank you, Professor" - she said, and sat down at the table. -"Severus, I overheard you talking about Falmouth Falcons" - she casually turned to Severus who was sitting beside her.
-"That's right" - Severus answered.
-"Their game is so violent" - McGonagall said.
-"I would quite agree with you Minerva, they are a vicious team. That's why my favourite is Ballycastle Bats" - she said, pouring some wine in her glass. Hagrid and her were the only people who were consuming alcohol. Draco wanted to, but he didn't find it too wise doing it in front of the teachers.
-"Is that because you're half Irish?" - Draco Malfoy asked her, politely.
-"Exactly; Ballycastle Bats are Irish. Some people say that England has better Quidditch teams in whole Britain, but what was the last time they won the world Quidditch cup? As I recall it, it was nineteen-fourteen; Ireland is the most current champion" - she said proudly.
-"So why are you looking so nice tonight, Ancilla?" - Professor Dumbledore asked her.
-"There is a reception at Walden Macnair's house. You know, all those Christmas parties, and the circuses that everybody goes only to gossip each other. By the way, Severus you are going, aren't you?" - she asked him, looking him with the tips of her eyes. On name Macnair, Hagrid almost jumped on his feet, and run away. He couldn't forgive that Walden Macnair was the guys' name who was supposed to prosecute his beloved Buckbeak that Draco worked to hard to get killed.
-"I don't know Ancilla, recently, him and I had a huge argument. You should know yourself that we were never getting too well" - Severus sighed.
-"Oh, and you think he wished me pleasant arrival? He bitched me for every single thing I ever caused. Of course, you know what I'm talking about?" - she said. Snape nodded his head.
`Macnair, Macnair, I hear his name before' Harry was trying to remember. `Of course, he's a Death Eater, and he was the one who was supposed to prosecute Buckbeak'.
-"So you're going" - Ancilla inquired to know.
-"Fine" - Severus said emotionlessly.

After the feast was over, Ancilla helped Severus pick clothes for the reception. She was appalled that he had no single garment that is not black (accept the shirt collars). Even the underwear was black. He didn't look much different than he did in everyday life when Ancilla picked him what to wear.
Than she went home and collected her husband who was ready to go. His dark grey suit and cream grey shirt and cravat under matched his mocha skin superlatively. He had thrown Ancilla of her legs when she saw him. But she didn't fall down on the flood, because he was kind enough to hold her.
He was always sweet and patient with her. She wasn't a person you would describe capricious, but from time to time she could be. Egocentric, pretty damn often she was. He would take and understand all of her impulses and burn them down.
Lucius wasn't like that. He was sweet. And only times he was ever patient with anyone was with Ancilla and his son. And with Lord Voldemort because he had to. He could turn violent to anyone, and from time to time, he would act all eccentric.
-"Tu a l'air merveilleuse mon cher, tonight" - he said, taking one of her necklaces, and putting it around her neck.
-"Non, you are the one that looks mervilleux" - she said, gently kissing his cheek.

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"Well, you burst on scene
Already a legend
A young, washed phenomena
The original beg-a-bong
Heading straight into my arms

And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes, the girl on the hat-shelf
Could keep you unharmed"

Joan Baez (The Best of Joan Baez), Diamonds and Rust