A/N: I know a whole lot of people want Necro to escape, so I'm giving the fans what they want, but it may take awhile. And this is also a Necro/Lucius ROMANCE, despite the rocky start they will fall in love at some point or another. And I apologize for all the Necro abuse, I know you all love him, but don't complain because it will all work out in the end.
Also Voldie should be making his appearance very soon, but I'm still working on the romance parts.
Child of Darkness
Chapter 8
Lucius paced around in his study. He was frustrated beyond all belief at the amount of choices before him.
Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but it seemed no matter what he choose he was still getting the short end of the stick.
On one hand, he could hand Necro over to Voldemort and watch while the cute little Necromancer he was so fond of died to make that snakelike monster more powerful. But if he did that, Voldemort would reward him generously and he would be his masters favorite once again. But there was no guarantee that would last.
Or he could keep Necro as a prisoner forever and he would never have to say goodbye, but he knew Necro's spirit would die eventually. Nobody could live like that for long, and Necro without his spirit was useless. Truth be told, Necro was pretty useless as it is, even with his spirit.
Or he could release Necro, in his opinion that was not an option at all, but still worth considering.
"Merlin! What am I supposed to do!" He shouted at the empty room, grabbing the inkwell on his desk and throwing it against the wall, watching in satisfaction as the ink splattered across the rich brown wood. "What should I do, damn it!"
No magical voice from heaven came to answer his question, and the haughty, arrogant man slid down the wall so he was sitting dejectedly on the floor, practically glaring a hole through it as if the floor was to blame for all his problems.
After a moment a simple plan came to his mind. It was nowhere near his usual standards but it was the only thing he could think of that didn't end with him staying miserable.
He would just make it so Necro didn't want to leave.
This was going to take all of his persuasive charm but he never failed if he put his mind to something, and his mind was set on keeping Necro.
Now, first things first, to take him out and spent absurd amounts of money on him. That always worked on women, and Necro was more feminine than any man he had ever seen.
He quickly rushed out of the study to find some appropriate clothes for himself to wear.
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Harry and Snape were laying in bed rather comfortably, Snape's arm was wrapped around Harry's thin waist, the boy had his face buried in the older mans chest. Yes, they were very comfortable indeed…..until Harry woke up.
"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!" Harry screamed as he realized just who he was cuddled up against. Quick as lightning he launched himself as far away from Snape as he could, falling backwards off the bed and taking the blankets with him.
"Hmm?" Mumbled Snape, slowly waking up and looking over the bed to see what all the fuss was about. "Oh, s'you. What were you doin' in my bed?" He asked, yawning loudly and rapidly blinking his eye's. Obviously Severus Snape was not a morning person. In fact he looked almost normal with his hair tangled and sticking up in odd places, and his mouth parted slightly, which fit with the dazed look in his eye's
Mmmmm, and what a mouth it was.
Harry nearly screamed again as he realized what he had just though. Damn it, he was going to be imagining kissing Snape all day if this went on.
"You ok? You don't look to well?"
"I'm fine!" He snapped.
Snape shrugged. "Whatever." His head disappeared and Harry could hear the sound of light breathing as Snape fell back to sleep.
With a sigh he lugged himself off the ground and staggered into the kitchen, intent on making himself a cup of strong black coffee. Thankfully, Dumbledore seemed to have all the modern Muggle equipment like a microwave, gas oven and the ever wonderful coffee machine.
There was a lot of swearing and shuffling, but finally Harry managed to make two cups of coffee, figuring Snape might want one when he woke up. He was going to try his hardest to make their friendship work so he could get off that island sooner. Truthfully, he could get off anytime he wanted, but Dumbledore would probably just send them back unconscious and tied together, so it was best just to tough it out.
Harry was in the middle of pouring himself a bowl of Cocoa Puffs when he heard a loud sigh from behind him. "Shit! Don't you ever make any noise Snape?"
"No. Noise is for those who aren't smart enough to amuse themselves." He snarled, taking a big gulp of the coffee. After a moment he raised an eyebrow at Harry. "Hmmm. Aren't you just the little housewife today."
Harry growled. "You could try being a little nicer in the morning you know. I did make you a cup of coffee. Couldn't you at least thank me."
The Potions Master looked as if he was considering it. "No, I don't think I will thank you. Your coffee tasted like dirt and if I say thank you your just going to hold it over my head until the day I die. So I think I'll just be a crabby old bastard today, thank you very much." He said calmly taking another sip of the 'dirt coffee'.
The boys mouth fell open. "Christ, no wonder no one likes you. Do you treat everyone like that?"
"No, just people who are stupid enough to talk to me first thing in the morning."
"Oh, so your not a morning person then?"
"……Shut up, Potter." He mumbled into his coffee cup.
Harry just grinned. Well, he was making progress. A week ago, Snape would have had him out cold if he dared to talk to him in the morning.
Maybe they could be friends after all.
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Necro was sitting peacefully by a lovely little pond in the Malfoy's garden, letting the fish nibble on his finger. This was obviously the work of the fashionable Narcissa Malfoy, because Lucius didn't seem like a pond like of person. More like a lake of molten lava person actually.
"Necro!! Get up, were going out."
He blinked in surprise as Lucius walked calmly towards him, dressed in fashionable black robes, looking as if not a strand of hair would dare to be out of place on his head, as opposed to Necro who's hair was windblown and he was sporting a large smudge of dirt on his forehead.
"Were going out?"
"Yes, now stand up."
Necro quickly obeyed, absolutely thrilled at being able to finally see how wizards lived after living his whole life in the Dark City.
With a wave of Lucius's wand the dirt and messy hair were cleaned off and he was wearing a form fitting, high collared robe with small gold buttons down the front. It wasn't the sort of outfit he would have chosen to wear, it was rather hot and itchy, but he supposed this was what all the rich wizards wore. The concept was familiar but absolutely ridiculous to Necro.
In the Dark City, everyone was considered equal, despite how much money or power they had, which seemed more than a little ironic to the Necromancer seeing as how wizards viewed black magic to be evil and yet the City of Darkness was practically a utopia compared to the wizarding world.
"Now, if I give you your wand back, are you going to run away?"
Necro shook his head. "No, you've been very nice to me, I won't betray your trust."
Lucius nodded and handed Necro his 14 inch wand. He knew it was a stupid move, but he could always find him again with the collar, and he wanted Necro to feel relaxed. "Tell me Necro, what kind of wand it that, I've never seen one quite like it. Ollivander doesn't sell wand's of those types."
"I don't know who Ollivander is, but my wand is made of the stone of a meteorite, it's metal, rock and ice that was enchanted never to break. And the core is the powdered horn of a Black Unicorn. It's excellent for elemental magic and helps as a focus for my Necromancy."
Lucius's eye's were wide. "And where did you get this wand?"
Necro shrugged. "On my travels a priest gave it to me, I think it was somewhere in China." That was a lie, but Necro was a very skilled liar so Lucius didn't suspect a thing. After all, Necro didn't seem the type to lie about anything, which made him all the more dangerous when he had to be.
"Alright. The anti-magic spell is temporarily suspended, but only for a few hours, so don't try anything."
Necro nodded.
"Good, now put your hand on my arm, I'll apparate us there, were going to Knockturn Alley first."
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As soon as they arrived in Knockturn Alley, Lucius heard Necro give a loud gasp. He slowly turned around, expecting to see a look of disgust or horror on the mans face. He was completely unprepared to see Necro looking around with a big smile on his face, looking as if his birthday had come early.
"Wow, you didn't tell me you had places that had black magic in them. I thought that was illegal in the wizarding world."
Lucius snapped out of his shocked daze. "Yes, it is illegal. Most wizards hate the dark arts and everything they represent and would throw you in Azkaban if they caught you doing dark magic."
Necro snorted as they began to walk. "That's ridiculous, dark magic is an art, something to be admired, not shunned. Besides, it all depends on the person using it, not the magic itself."
Lucius nodded in agrement.
They walked in silence for a while as Lucius tried to figure out Necro. How was it possible for him to know so much about the dark arts, surely he would have some connection with Voldemort.
Meanwhile, Necro was examining Knockturn Alley. Quite suddenly he realized exactly why wizards seemed to hate the Dark Arts. This place was filled with dark magic, no doubt about that, but it was disgusting the way they made it seem so deadly and evil. Just the books alone were enough to make him wrinkle his nose in distain, they were old and not well kept at all with titles like: Murder made easy, 101 ways to kill your enemies, or 5000 deadly spells and how to use them without killing your victim.
Necro felt like rushing around the place and showing everyone what a real dark wizard was all about, because these people seemed to think it was all for killing and destruction or for gain.
Even the people there were disgusting, more so than any half-dementor or hag he had ever come across . Most didn't look very odd, in fact if they hadn't been in Knockturn Alley he would have thought them to be perfectly respectable people, but the things they were saying disgusted and terrified him. They were talking about torturing muggles and people they called mud bloods.
"Lucius, what's a mud blood?"
The older man snorted. "Disgusting muggle-born wizard and witches that are contaminating the wizard race and reducing our magic strength."
Well…..he certainly hadn't been expecting that answer. It didn't make sense though, more than half of the people in the Dark City were muggles at one time before they had been transformed and the Dark race was much stronger than the wizards, so how was that possible.
"I don't understand. In the place I lived in, more than half of the population was muggles, and were much stronger than you wizards. They can't possibly be weakening you." A split second later he realized how foolish the comment was, the way he was going he would be revealing the Dark City before nightfall.
"What exactly do you mean? Where did you live before?"
"In the North, rather close to the North Pole actually." He lied quickly, putting on his best 'why-do-you-ask' face, looking as if Lucius had just asked a very stupid question. "It's a hidden school much like Durmstrang, we follow the dark arts very closely."
Thankfully, Lucius seemed satisfied with that answer, obviously hidden schools weren't uncommon. That was a good thing, he didn't even have to lie that much about where he was from.
Necro could just imagine the look on Lucius's face if he found out the truth. He shuddered to think of the consequences that could have.
"As soon as I pick up some things we'll be leaving for Diagon Alley and I want to buy you a new wardrobe as well as set up an account for you at Gringotts. Then I'll have a few more surprises for you after dinner which I'm sure will please you." He smiled warmly at the look of shock on Necros face.
"T-thank you. You really don't have to spend so much on me you know."
"Nonsense. I have more than enough money to spare. Now let's go, we have a lot to do."
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Snape was in a much better mood after his cup of coffee. That is until Harry Potter came trotting into the room wearing a nasty grin on his face that looked remarkably like the one Peeves wore right before he hit you with a handful of mashed potatoes and gravy.
"Hey, Snape. I have an idea. How about we play the question game."
Snape gave Harry a strange look. "I'm not interested in a silly child's game, Potter."
"It's not a child's game." He assured Snape. "I ask you a question and you have to answer truthfully, than you ask me a question and I have to answer truthfully ect ect. And any questions count and if a person refuses to answer a question they have to do whatever the other person dares them to do." He grinned again, looking rather strange with a mad gleam in his red eye's. "How does that sound? It's sort of like truth or dare, only for adults, and there's no backing down."
Snape considered for a moment. This could be a good chance to get some information from Potter, but then Potter could get him to spill his most embarrassing secrets. This could take some thought.
"….Fine." He said after a moment. He just couldn't pass up an opportunity this good, a chance to find out everything about Potter and spread his secrets all over Hogwarts.
"Right. I'm going first." He said slyly. "So, Snape, who was your first crush." Harry asked, his eye's gleaming as Snapes jaw dropped.
A/N: AHHHHHHH! EVIL CLIFFHANGGER! Don't worry I'll have the next chappie out soon. I thought this one kind of sucked, but tell me what you think anyways. OOOOOOHH, truth and dare. How exciting.
Also Voldie should be making his appearance very soon, but I'm still working on the romance parts.
Child of Darkness
Chapter 8
Lucius paced around in his study. He was frustrated beyond all belief at the amount of choices before him.
Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but it seemed no matter what he choose he was still getting the short end of the stick.
On one hand, he could hand Necro over to Voldemort and watch while the cute little Necromancer he was so fond of died to make that snakelike monster more powerful. But if he did that, Voldemort would reward him generously and he would be his masters favorite once again. But there was no guarantee that would last.
Or he could keep Necro as a prisoner forever and he would never have to say goodbye, but he knew Necro's spirit would die eventually. Nobody could live like that for long, and Necro without his spirit was useless. Truth be told, Necro was pretty useless as it is, even with his spirit.
Or he could release Necro, in his opinion that was not an option at all, but still worth considering.
"Merlin! What am I supposed to do!" He shouted at the empty room, grabbing the inkwell on his desk and throwing it against the wall, watching in satisfaction as the ink splattered across the rich brown wood. "What should I do, damn it!"
No magical voice from heaven came to answer his question, and the haughty, arrogant man slid down the wall so he was sitting dejectedly on the floor, practically glaring a hole through it as if the floor was to blame for all his problems.
After a moment a simple plan came to his mind. It was nowhere near his usual standards but it was the only thing he could think of that didn't end with him staying miserable.
He would just make it so Necro didn't want to leave.
This was going to take all of his persuasive charm but he never failed if he put his mind to something, and his mind was set on keeping Necro.
Now, first things first, to take him out and spent absurd amounts of money on him. That always worked on women, and Necro was more feminine than any man he had ever seen.
He quickly rushed out of the study to find some appropriate clothes for himself to wear.
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Harry and Snape were laying in bed rather comfortably, Snape's arm was wrapped around Harry's thin waist, the boy had his face buried in the older mans chest. Yes, they were very comfortable indeed…..until Harry woke up.
"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!" Harry screamed as he realized just who he was cuddled up against. Quick as lightning he launched himself as far away from Snape as he could, falling backwards off the bed and taking the blankets with him.
"Hmm?" Mumbled Snape, slowly waking up and looking over the bed to see what all the fuss was about. "Oh, s'you. What were you doin' in my bed?" He asked, yawning loudly and rapidly blinking his eye's. Obviously Severus Snape was not a morning person. In fact he looked almost normal with his hair tangled and sticking up in odd places, and his mouth parted slightly, which fit with the dazed look in his eye's
Mmmmm, and what a mouth it was.
Harry nearly screamed again as he realized what he had just though. Damn it, he was going to be imagining kissing Snape all day if this went on.
"You ok? You don't look to well?"
"I'm fine!" He snapped.
Snape shrugged. "Whatever." His head disappeared and Harry could hear the sound of light breathing as Snape fell back to sleep.
With a sigh he lugged himself off the ground and staggered into the kitchen, intent on making himself a cup of strong black coffee. Thankfully, Dumbledore seemed to have all the modern Muggle equipment like a microwave, gas oven and the ever wonderful coffee machine.
There was a lot of swearing and shuffling, but finally Harry managed to make two cups of coffee, figuring Snape might want one when he woke up. He was going to try his hardest to make their friendship work so he could get off that island sooner. Truthfully, he could get off anytime he wanted, but Dumbledore would probably just send them back unconscious and tied together, so it was best just to tough it out.
Harry was in the middle of pouring himself a bowl of Cocoa Puffs when he heard a loud sigh from behind him. "Shit! Don't you ever make any noise Snape?"
"No. Noise is for those who aren't smart enough to amuse themselves." He snarled, taking a big gulp of the coffee. After a moment he raised an eyebrow at Harry. "Hmmm. Aren't you just the little housewife today."
Harry growled. "You could try being a little nicer in the morning you know. I did make you a cup of coffee. Couldn't you at least thank me."
The Potions Master looked as if he was considering it. "No, I don't think I will thank you. Your coffee tasted like dirt and if I say thank you your just going to hold it over my head until the day I die. So I think I'll just be a crabby old bastard today, thank you very much." He said calmly taking another sip of the 'dirt coffee'.
The boys mouth fell open. "Christ, no wonder no one likes you. Do you treat everyone like that?"
"No, just people who are stupid enough to talk to me first thing in the morning."
"Oh, so your not a morning person then?"
"……Shut up, Potter." He mumbled into his coffee cup.
Harry just grinned. Well, he was making progress. A week ago, Snape would have had him out cold if he dared to talk to him in the morning.
Maybe they could be friends after all.
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Necro was sitting peacefully by a lovely little pond in the Malfoy's garden, letting the fish nibble on his finger. This was obviously the work of the fashionable Narcissa Malfoy, because Lucius didn't seem like a pond like of person. More like a lake of molten lava person actually.
"Necro!! Get up, were going out."
He blinked in surprise as Lucius walked calmly towards him, dressed in fashionable black robes, looking as if not a strand of hair would dare to be out of place on his head, as opposed to Necro who's hair was windblown and he was sporting a large smudge of dirt on his forehead.
"Were going out?"
"Yes, now stand up."
Necro quickly obeyed, absolutely thrilled at being able to finally see how wizards lived after living his whole life in the Dark City.
With a wave of Lucius's wand the dirt and messy hair were cleaned off and he was wearing a form fitting, high collared robe with small gold buttons down the front. It wasn't the sort of outfit he would have chosen to wear, it was rather hot and itchy, but he supposed this was what all the rich wizards wore. The concept was familiar but absolutely ridiculous to Necro.
In the Dark City, everyone was considered equal, despite how much money or power they had, which seemed more than a little ironic to the Necromancer seeing as how wizards viewed black magic to be evil and yet the City of Darkness was practically a utopia compared to the wizarding world.
"Now, if I give you your wand back, are you going to run away?"
Necro shook his head. "No, you've been very nice to me, I won't betray your trust."
Lucius nodded and handed Necro his 14 inch wand. He knew it was a stupid move, but he could always find him again with the collar, and he wanted Necro to feel relaxed. "Tell me Necro, what kind of wand it that, I've never seen one quite like it. Ollivander doesn't sell wand's of those types."
"I don't know who Ollivander is, but my wand is made of the stone of a meteorite, it's metal, rock and ice that was enchanted never to break. And the core is the powdered horn of a Black Unicorn. It's excellent for elemental magic and helps as a focus for my Necromancy."
Lucius's eye's were wide. "And where did you get this wand?"
Necro shrugged. "On my travels a priest gave it to me, I think it was somewhere in China." That was a lie, but Necro was a very skilled liar so Lucius didn't suspect a thing. After all, Necro didn't seem the type to lie about anything, which made him all the more dangerous when he had to be.
"Alright. The anti-magic spell is temporarily suspended, but only for a few hours, so don't try anything."
Necro nodded.
"Good, now put your hand on my arm, I'll apparate us there, were going to Knockturn Alley first."
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As soon as they arrived in Knockturn Alley, Lucius heard Necro give a loud gasp. He slowly turned around, expecting to see a look of disgust or horror on the mans face. He was completely unprepared to see Necro looking around with a big smile on his face, looking as if his birthday had come early.
"Wow, you didn't tell me you had places that had black magic in them. I thought that was illegal in the wizarding world."
Lucius snapped out of his shocked daze. "Yes, it is illegal. Most wizards hate the dark arts and everything they represent and would throw you in Azkaban if they caught you doing dark magic."
Necro snorted as they began to walk. "That's ridiculous, dark magic is an art, something to be admired, not shunned. Besides, it all depends on the person using it, not the magic itself."
Lucius nodded in agrement.
They walked in silence for a while as Lucius tried to figure out Necro. How was it possible for him to know so much about the dark arts, surely he would have some connection with Voldemort.
Meanwhile, Necro was examining Knockturn Alley. Quite suddenly he realized exactly why wizards seemed to hate the Dark Arts. This place was filled with dark magic, no doubt about that, but it was disgusting the way they made it seem so deadly and evil. Just the books alone were enough to make him wrinkle his nose in distain, they were old and not well kept at all with titles like: Murder made easy, 101 ways to kill your enemies, or 5000 deadly spells and how to use them without killing your victim.
Necro felt like rushing around the place and showing everyone what a real dark wizard was all about, because these people seemed to think it was all for killing and destruction or for gain.
Even the people there were disgusting, more so than any half-dementor or hag he had ever come across . Most didn't look very odd, in fact if they hadn't been in Knockturn Alley he would have thought them to be perfectly respectable people, but the things they were saying disgusted and terrified him. They were talking about torturing muggles and people they called mud bloods.
"Lucius, what's a mud blood?"
The older man snorted. "Disgusting muggle-born wizard and witches that are contaminating the wizard race and reducing our magic strength."
Well…..he certainly hadn't been expecting that answer. It didn't make sense though, more than half of the people in the Dark City were muggles at one time before they had been transformed and the Dark race was much stronger than the wizards, so how was that possible.
"I don't understand. In the place I lived in, more than half of the population was muggles, and were much stronger than you wizards. They can't possibly be weakening you." A split second later he realized how foolish the comment was, the way he was going he would be revealing the Dark City before nightfall.
"What exactly do you mean? Where did you live before?"
"In the North, rather close to the North Pole actually." He lied quickly, putting on his best 'why-do-you-ask' face, looking as if Lucius had just asked a very stupid question. "It's a hidden school much like Durmstrang, we follow the dark arts very closely."
Thankfully, Lucius seemed satisfied with that answer, obviously hidden schools weren't uncommon. That was a good thing, he didn't even have to lie that much about where he was from.
Necro could just imagine the look on Lucius's face if he found out the truth. He shuddered to think of the consequences that could have.
"As soon as I pick up some things we'll be leaving for Diagon Alley and I want to buy you a new wardrobe as well as set up an account for you at Gringotts. Then I'll have a few more surprises for you after dinner which I'm sure will please you." He smiled warmly at the look of shock on Necros face.
"T-thank you. You really don't have to spend so much on me you know."
"Nonsense. I have more than enough money to spare. Now let's go, we have a lot to do."
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Snape was in a much better mood after his cup of coffee. That is until Harry Potter came trotting into the room wearing a nasty grin on his face that looked remarkably like the one Peeves wore right before he hit you with a handful of mashed potatoes and gravy.
"Hey, Snape. I have an idea. How about we play the question game."
Snape gave Harry a strange look. "I'm not interested in a silly child's game, Potter."
"It's not a child's game." He assured Snape. "I ask you a question and you have to answer truthfully, than you ask me a question and I have to answer truthfully ect ect. And any questions count and if a person refuses to answer a question they have to do whatever the other person dares them to do." He grinned again, looking rather strange with a mad gleam in his red eye's. "How does that sound? It's sort of like truth or dare, only for adults, and there's no backing down."
Snape considered for a moment. This could be a good chance to get some information from Potter, but then Potter could get him to spill his most embarrassing secrets. This could take some thought.
"….Fine." He said after a moment. He just couldn't pass up an opportunity this good, a chance to find out everything about Potter and spread his secrets all over Hogwarts.
"Right. I'm going first." He said slyly. "So, Snape, who was your first crush." Harry asked, his eye's gleaming as Snapes jaw dropped.
A/N: AHHHHHHH! EVIL CLIFFHANGGER! Don't worry I'll have the next chappie out soon. I thought this one kind of sucked, but tell me what you think anyways. OOOOOOHH, truth and dare. How exciting.