Author: AurigaVariant
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters featured in Harry Potter, they belong to J.K. Rowling. This is a work of fiction in its entirety, and I make no profit from it.
Genre: Drama
Rating: R for violence and adult themes. Summary: Lucius Malfoy's hates and hopes.
Regeneration
The finish of another month. Fun's over, sunshine's faded and there's nothing more to feel good about. But then, there's not much to feel bad about either. At least, not for me there isn't.
These are compelling times. And with the closure of another season, I stand at the gateway, awaiting the key. Just as the darkness has been creeping in earlier each night, so has my excitement been growing, silently, unknown to the world, like some illicit embryo.
It hasn't been easy. To keep wild hatred caged is no simple task. Because, eventually, it will kill you if you don't release it. There's not enough room in this aristocrat for the both of us.
But, just as that is true, it is that very detestation that drives a Death Eater. Just as my loathing and I cannot co-exist peacefully as we are, we are nothing if seperated absolutely.
It's a perilous relationship. It's a serpent in a play-pen.
But our time has come once again. Now the release of the animal need no longer be covert. No more silent ambushes behind a closed door, no more hushed Imperius curses, thrown in the dark at a Ministry official, lured there by blind, stupid trust. Now's the time to reap the reward, let the blood drip through our fingers, feel their fear and taste their pain.
The return of masked attacks, commands to kill, each one doing what pleases them the most, taking what was promised to them fourteen years ago. No restraints. Break the boundaries. There are no rules any more.
And I've already had a taste of what is to come. It was as if those fourteen years never happened, but for a few subtle things. The Master's shadow, Bellatrix, has grown hungry, but her crimes are now free to escalate further. Her last satisfaction was the torture to madness of some wedded couple, now she has spilt the blood of her own family. She has lost so much to that place, but she has survived and she is stronger than ever.
As for me, I was ready. I have fought for too long against the hate clawing at my heart, every day of my life, threatening to take me if I couldn't feed it a victim.
So before I went to kill, I retreived a particularly horrific knife, heir- loom of the Malfoy line, and kept it by my side. There would be none of the merciful swiftness of Avada, nor even the neatness of Crucio. This was my release.
It was as primal and violent as I could have hoped. I felt the hate, raw and dominating, and allowed it, after all this time, to take me completely. For every filthy thing that ever looked at me wrong, every sub-human fuck that ever leered at my Narcissa, every condescending inferior who ever underestimated me, I butchered and eviscerated that mudblood male.
In my world, people like me will suffer no more. I will walk through a town where no filth will contaminate my path. There will be no sub-levels, no waste-product, no infection, no pilot-error. Not any more. I returned to the Manor that night, my class and expense soiled by the blood of the impure. But I was alive and I was riding high on power. And as the pale siren I share my life with opened the door and took my hand, her look reminded my why.
I can protect her now, from the evil, I will make it safe, so she doesn't have to feel afraid, sick and tainted. Myself and my family are no longer Godless. We will give our children a decent kind of future.
I have always given my family nothing but the best. Now I will give them the world they deserve.
And here we are. And light is breaking through black cloud over my head.
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters featured in Harry Potter, they belong to J.K. Rowling. This is a work of fiction in its entirety, and I make no profit from it.
Genre: Drama
Rating: R for violence and adult themes. Summary: Lucius Malfoy's hates and hopes.
Regeneration
The finish of another month. Fun's over, sunshine's faded and there's nothing more to feel good about. But then, there's not much to feel bad about either. At least, not for me there isn't.
These are compelling times. And with the closure of another season, I stand at the gateway, awaiting the key. Just as the darkness has been creeping in earlier each night, so has my excitement been growing, silently, unknown to the world, like some illicit embryo.
It hasn't been easy. To keep wild hatred caged is no simple task. Because, eventually, it will kill you if you don't release it. There's not enough room in this aristocrat for the both of us.
But, just as that is true, it is that very detestation that drives a Death Eater. Just as my loathing and I cannot co-exist peacefully as we are, we are nothing if seperated absolutely.
It's a perilous relationship. It's a serpent in a play-pen.
But our time has come once again. Now the release of the animal need no longer be covert. No more silent ambushes behind a closed door, no more hushed Imperius curses, thrown in the dark at a Ministry official, lured there by blind, stupid trust. Now's the time to reap the reward, let the blood drip through our fingers, feel their fear and taste their pain.
The return of masked attacks, commands to kill, each one doing what pleases them the most, taking what was promised to them fourteen years ago. No restraints. Break the boundaries. There are no rules any more.
And I've already had a taste of what is to come. It was as if those fourteen years never happened, but for a few subtle things. The Master's shadow, Bellatrix, has grown hungry, but her crimes are now free to escalate further. Her last satisfaction was the torture to madness of some wedded couple, now she has spilt the blood of her own family. She has lost so much to that place, but she has survived and she is stronger than ever.
As for me, I was ready. I have fought for too long against the hate clawing at my heart, every day of my life, threatening to take me if I couldn't feed it a victim.
So before I went to kill, I retreived a particularly horrific knife, heir- loom of the Malfoy line, and kept it by my side. There would be none of the merciful swiftness of Avada, nor even the neatness of Crucio. This was my release.
It was as primal and violent as I could have hoped. I felt the hate, raw and dominating, and allowed it, after all this time, to take me completely. For every filthy thing that ever looked at me wrong, every sub-human fuck that ever leered at my Narcissa, every condescending inferior who ever underestimated me, I butchered and eviscerated that mudblood male.
In my world, people like me will suffer no more. I will walk through a town where no filth will contaminate my path. There will be no sub-levels, no waste-product, no infection, no pilot-error. Not any more. I returned to the Manor that night, my class and expense soiled by the blood of the impure. But I was alive and I was riding high on power. And as the pale siren I share my life with opened the door and took my hand, her look reminded my why.
I can protect her now, from the evil, I will make it safe, so she doesn't have to feel afraid, sick and tainted. Myself and my family are no longer Godless. We will give our children a decent kind of future.
I have always given my family nothing but the best. Now I will give them the world they deserve.
And here we are. And light is breaking through black cloud over my head.
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