Notes: The rating of this fic has already been changed from PG-13 to R, specifically for this chapter and for the road the rest of the story will probably take.
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Lucius Malfoy bent over the large trunk that Glory Beckwith had brought with her on her journey across England to work at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was a bottomless trunk, quite literally and Lucius found himself spending the better part of an hour halfway into the trunk, pulling out robe after robe and book after book. He had already unpacked his own trunk, filling the drawers and half of the closet in the room he and Glory would be sharing.
"Good God, woman," he muttered as she entered the room. "How much did you pack?"
She grinned at him and hung her robe up inside of the closet. "More than I need, probably. What does it matter though? You don't have to unpack my things."
Lucius cleared his throat, then glanced pointedly at the closet filled with her clothing.
Glory's smile grew wider. "Whatever happened to the Lucius I once knew?"
"He got a hell of a shock when he came home to find his wife murdered by the man he had pledged his life to," Lucius said, then turned back and shut her trunk with a loud thud. "Did I say murdered? I meant slaughtered . . . butchered."
Glory sighed. "I'm sorry, Lucius."
He shrugged. "You couldn't have done anything."
"I could have saved her," she said softly.
Lucius waved his hand dismissively. "No, Glory, you couldn't have. Let's not talk about it, okay?"
She nodded. "If that's what you want." She moved further into the room and surveyed it, quickly noting the one, large bed they were given. "I told you that we didn't have to share a room."
"Dumbledore thought it might be a good idea."
"No one can get to me in here," Glory said. "I'm safe."
"He wants me around you at all times."
"Great," she groaned, "so I'm going to have a shadow?"
"I think he's right," Lucius said, moving Glory's trunk off the bed and shoving it underneath. "You have something that Voldemort wants and he'll stop at nothing to get it from you."
"I never knew it was that important," she murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed and twisting her hands in her lap. "I'm just a girl, really. I graduated barely ten years ago, I'm only twenty seven years old. I feel so young in all of this and yet-"
"So old?" Lucius asked, cutting her off. "I know how you feel."
"You must," she responded. "I never knew my life would lead to this point. I would never have imagined that my encounters with you and with Severus Snape would leave me so deeply scarred."
"Are you talking physically or emotionally?" Lucius asked.
Glory tossed him a half smile. "Both, really. You never quite get over something like that."
"I believe it."
"So he didn't catch me the first time, but I should have known better. Voldemort wanted me as soon as he saw the fight I put up and he would have me." She sighed bitterly. "I'll always remember it . . . every detail, every fight, every rape."
Lucius bit his lip and turned away. "I'm sorry, you know that right?"
"I know and I can forgive everything, but I'll never forget it."
Lucius laughed uncomfortably. "I wonder what Voldemort thinks about you now. We know he wants you again, but for completely different reasons. Before you were just a toy for his followers and now you're . . . a . . . I don't know."
"A tool for mass destruction?" Glory supplied. "That's the best one I've heard so far."
"I wonder if he ever knew that all the horror you lived through would push such a great power into your body," Lucius murmured. "Every experience with a Death Eater, especially Snape and myself left you with remnants of the powers we held and now . . . you could kill us all."
Glory's blue eyes met his. "That's not going to happen though. That's why I'm here and that's why you're my guardian."
Lucius held her gaze. "How can you be so sure I wouldn't turn on you."
Glory's eyes softened. "I saw Narcissa's body . . . I trust you."
He reached toward her and gently traced the scar on her face. "We left you butchered inside and out."
Glory stood up suddenly, uncomfortable with the contact. "Let's go to bed."
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Glory was nineteen, a baby still and yet she had been held in the dungeons of Lucius Malfoy's home for nearly a year. She was a slave to the Death Eaters, a toy for their needs and a body for their anger. She was battered, bruised and scarred but she never cried. She had learned months ago not to cry and Lucius had been her teacher during that particular lesson.
"Don't cry, you snivelling little bitch," he had screamed, slapping her face as he had torn at her shirt. "Don't you fucking cry on me, I hate the whiny ones."
His lean hands had gripped her shoulders tightly, bringing her face to his as he smashed his lips against hers. His teeth cut into her bottom lip and she cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks. It was the first time he'd come to use her and he was the most brutal man she'd had to deal with.
"I told you not to cry," he growled in her ear, then brought his mouth down to her shoulder, biting the sensitive skin and leaving a purple mark. "You're just a disgusting little slut, what could you possibly have to cry about?"
Glory shook her head, sobbing as his hand crept up her thigh. "I'm not a slut," she whimpered, bringing her hands up to wipe her tears. "I'm not."
Lucius grinned, his face full of malice. "Don't play games with me. You're a good for nothing whore that Severus Snape picked up off the street."
Snape . . . the name was familiar. He was the only one she didn't dread seeing, the only one who would take his time with her and make sure she didn't have to cry.
"I'm not," she sobbed, trying to hold her torn shirt to her chest. "I'm not a whore."
Lucius pushed her back on the cot they had given her for her tiny cell and grabbed her wrists in his hands. "Don't talk anymore. I can't stand hearing your whiny voice."
And as he had raped her, Glory had kept her mouth shut and her tears at bay, obeying the lean man above her. The others would take her up to their rooms, but not Lucius, he could never have Narcissa know that he used the services provided by Voldemort. Instead he raped her in the dank, dirty basement room she had been given and when he was finished he tossed her a blanket to cover herself.
"Whore," he hissed a final time, buttoning his shirt and locking the door behind him.
That had been the day that Glory vowed she would never cry again. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry. It was Lucius' favourite game, taunt her, hurt her and beat her, trying to make her shed even a single tear, but she never did. She dreaded hearing his voice, recognized the scrap of his shoe outside her cell door and hated the sickening thunk of the deadbolt as it slid backward to let her nightmare in.
He was standing there now, framed in the doorway with light pouring in around him. He was handsome, she would never deny that, but there was an anger in him that had poisoned his soul.
"Glory," he purred, shutting the door behind him and bolting the door. "You're a vision of beauty, as always."
"I haven't had a shower in three days and I probably smell," she retorted. "I wonder how beautiful I really am."
Lucius grinned, advancing on her. "What can I say? I always liked them dirty."
"So that's the reason you married Narcissa," Glory murmured knowingly.
His hand left a stinging red welt on her cheek, but she smiled up at him anyway. She knew her cocky attitude both angered him and turned him on, but she didn't know how else to act, she didn't know how else to keep herself from crying.
He undressed her quickly and she tuned him out, ignoring the words that he said as he worked. She didn't care what he had to say to her, she wasn't interested in hearing the latest news of the Death Eaters because as soon as she escaped she would be killing them off, one by one.
"Look at me," he demanded suddenly.
Glory's eyes met his. They were hauntingly pale, icy crystals of anger and hatred. She hated his eyes more than any other part of him because that was where she could see right inside of him.
"What would you say if I wanted you to join us?" he asked, taking her off guard.
"What?"
"I want you to join the Death Eaters," he hissed, removing his own shirt and kicking off his shoes. "I want you to take Narcissa's place at my side."
Glory sneered at him. "You want me to be your wife?"
"Wouldn't it be better than being my whore?" he asked, taking off his pants and moving over her.
"Fuck you," she hissed, turning away and closing her eyes.
Lucius was silent for a moment, then grabbed her shoulder and turned her body toward him, thrusting into her quickly. Glory winced, but said nothing as he moved above her. She let him use her body and when he was done she continued lying on the cot.
"Think about it, Glory," he said once he was dressed. "I'll ask next time I'm down here, but that's the last time I offer."
He was gone a second later, the door slamming behind her and ringing in her ears. His power raced through her veins and for what seemed to be the millionth time, she wondered why she could still feel him inside her.
Glory awoke with a start and sat up in the large bed at Hogwarts. Her heart was racing in her chest and she pressed her hand against it, trying to calm her nerves. She was safe where she was, no one could ever hurt her again. Even Lucius.
She turned to look at the sleeping form of the man beside her and sighed. He had changed so much in such a short time. Her former rapist, the very thorn in her side, her nightmare creature was now sleeping peacefully in the same bed as she. He had vowed to protect her to his death and she believed him with all her heart.
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Lucius Malfoy bent over the large trunk that Glory Beckwith had brought with her on her journey across England to work at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was a bottomless trunk, quite literally and Lucius found himself spending the better part of an hour halfway into the trunk, pulling out robe after robe and book after book. He had already unpacked his own trunk, filling the drawers and half of the closet in the room he and Glory would be sharing.
"Good God, woman," he muttered as she entered the room. "How much did you pack?"
She grinned at him and hung her robe up inside of the closet. "More than I need, probably. What does it matter though? You don't have to unpack my things."
Lucius cleared his throat, then glanced pointedly at the closet filled with her clothing.
Glory's smile grew wider. "Whatever happened to the Lucius I once knew?"
"He got a hell of a shock when he came home to find his wife murdered by the man he had pledged his life to," Lucius said, then turned back and shut her trunk with a loud thud. "Did I say murdered? I meant slaughtered . . . butchered."
Glory sighed. "I'm sorry, Lucius."
He shrugged. "You couldn't have done anything."
"I could have saved her," she said softly.
Lucius waved his hand dismissively. "No, Glory, you couldn't have. Let's not talk about it, okay?"
She nodded. "If that's what you want." She moved further into the room and surveyed it, quickly noting the one, large bed they were given. "I told you that we didn't have to share a room."
"Dumbledore thought it might be a good idea."
"No one can get to me in here," Glory said. "I'm safe."
"He wants me around you at all times."
"Great," she groaned, "so I'm going to have a shadow?"
"I think he's right," Lucius said, moving Glory's trunk off the bed and shoving it underneath. "You have something that Voldemort wants and he'll stop at nothing to get it from you."
"I never knew it was that important," she murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed and twisting her hands in her lap. "I'm just a girl, really. I graduated barely ten years ago, I'm only twenty seven years old. I feel so young in all of this and yet-"
"So old?" Lucius asked, cutting her off. "I know how you feel."
"You must," she responded. "I never knew my life would lead to this point. I would never have imagined that my encounters with you and with Severus Snape would leave me so deeply scarred."
"Are you talking physically or emotionally?" Lucius asked.
Glory tossed him a half smile. "Both, really. You never quite get over something like that."
"I believe it."
"So he didn't catch me the first time, but I should have known better. Voldemort wanted me as soon as he saw the fight I put up and he would have me." She sighed bitterly. "I'll always remember it . . . every detail, every fight, every rape."
Lucius bit his lip and turned away. "I'm sorry, you know that right?"
"I know and I can forgive everything, but I'll never forget it."
Lucius laughed uncomfortably. "I wonder what Voldemort thinks about you now. We know he wants you again, but for completely different reasons. Before you were just a toy for his followers and now you're . . . a . . . I don't know."
"A tool for mass destruction?" Glory supplied. "That's the best one I've heard so far."
"I wonder if he ever knew that all the horror you lived through would push such a great power into your body," Lucius murmured. "Every experience with a Death Eater, especially Snape and myself left you with remnants of the powers we held and now . . . you could kill us all."
Glory's blue eyes met his. "That's not going to happen though. That's why I'm here and that's why you're my guardian."
Lucius held her gaze. "How can you be so sure I wouldn't turn on you."
Glory's eyes softened. "I saw Narcissa's body . . . I trust you."
He reached toward her and gently traced the scar on her face. "We left you butchered inside and out."
Glory stood up suddenly, uncomfortable with the contact. "Let's go to bed."
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Glory was nineteen, a baby still and yet she had been held in the dungeons of Lucius Malfoy's home for nearly a year. She was a slave to the Death Eaters, a toy for their needs and a body for their anger. She was battered, bruised and scarred but she never cried. She had learned months ago not to cry and Lucius had been her teacher during that particular lesson.
"Don't cry, you snivelling little bitch," he had screamed, slapping her face as he had torn at her shirt. "Don't you fucking cry on me, I hate the whiny ones."
His lean hands had gripped her shoulders tightly, bringing her face to his as he smashed his lips against hers. His teeth cut into her bottom lip and she cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks. It was the first time he'd come to use her and he was the most brutal man she'd had to deal with.
"I told you not to cry," he growled in her ear, then brought his mouth down to her shoulder, biting the sensitive skin and leaving a purple mark. "You're just a disgusting little slut, what could you possibly have to cry about?"
Glory shook her head, sobbing as his hand crept up her thigh. "I'm not a slut," she whimpered, bringing her hands up to wipe her tears. "I'm not."
Lucius grinned, his face full of malice. "Don't play games with me. You're a good for nothing whore that Severus Snape picked up off the street."
Snape . . . the name was familiar. He was the only one she didn't dread seeing, the only one who would take his time with her and make sure she didn't have to cry.
"I'm not," she sobbed, trying to hold her torn shirt to her chest. "I'm not a whore."
Lucius pushed her back on the cot they had given her for her tiny cell and grabbed her wrists in his hands. "Don't talk anymore. I can't stand hearing your whiny voice."
And as he had raped her, Glory had kept her mouth shut and her tears at bay, obeying the lean man above her. The others would take her up to their rooms, but not Lucius, he could never have Narcissa know that he used the services provided by Voldemort. Instead he raped her in the dank, dirty basement room she had been given and when he was finished he tossed her a blanket to cover herself.
"Whore," he hissed a final time, buttoning his shirt and locking the door behind him.
That had been the day that Glory vowed she would never cry again. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry. It was Lucius' favourite game, taunt her, hurt her and beat her, trying to make her shed even a single tear, but she never did. She dreaded hearing his voice, recognized the scrap of his shoe outside her cell door and hated the sickening thunk of the deadbolt as it slid backward to let her nightmare in.
He was standing there now, framed in the doorway with light pouring in around him. He was handsome, she would never deny that, but there was an anger in him that had poisoned his soul.
"Glory," he purred, shutting the door behind him and bolting the door. "You're a vision of beauty, as always."
"I haven't had a shower in three days and I probably smell," she retorted. "I wonder how beautiful I really am."
Lucius grinned, advancing on her. "What can I say? I always liked them dirty."
"So that's the reason you married Narcissa," Glory murmured knowingly.
His hand left a stinging red welt on her cheek, but she smiled up at him anyway. She knew her cocky attitude both angered him and turned him on, but she didn't know how else to act, she didn't know how else to keep herself from crying.
He undressed her quickly and she tuned him out, ignoring the words that he said as he worked. She didn't care what he had to say to her, she wasn't interested in hearing the latest news of the Death Eaters because as soon as she escaped she would be killing them off, one by one.
"Look at me," he demanded suddenly.
Glory's eyes met his. They were hauntingly pale, icy crystals of anger and hatred. She hated his eyes more than any other part of him because that was where she could see right inside of him.
"What would you say if I wanted you to join us?" he asked, taking her off guard.
"What?"
"I want you to join the Death Eaters," he hissed, removing his own shirt and kicking off his shoes. "I want you to take Narcissa's place at my side."
Glory sneered at him. "You want me to be your wife?"
"Wouldn't it be better than being my whore?" he asked, taking off his pants and moving over her.
"Fuck you," she hissed, turning away and closing her eyes.
Lucius was silent for a moment, then grabbed her shoulder and turned her body toward him, thrusting into her quickly. Glory winced, but said nothing as he moved above her. She let him use her body and when he was done she continued lying on the cot.
"Think about it, Glory," he said once he was dressed. "I'll ask next time I'm down here, but that's the last time I offer."
He was gone a second later, the door slamming behind her and ringing in her ears. His power raced through her veins and for what seemed to be the millionth time, she wondered why she could still feel him inside her.
Glory awoke with a start and sat up in the large bed at Hogwarts. Her heart was racing in her chest and she pressed her hand against it, trying to calm her nerves. She was safe where she was, no one could ever hurt her again. Even Lucius.
She turned to look at the sleeping form of the man beside her and sighed. He had changed so much in such a short time. Her former rapist, the very thorn in her side, her nightmare creature was now sleeping peacefully in the same bed as she. He had vowed to protect her to his death and she believed him with all her heart.
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