-Oi- Something that I felt like writing when I just couldn't make myself draw on my manga, or write on 'To Posses the Light', 'Rogue Wizard' *which was basically just a fleeting whim really…*, and the long un-updated- 'Lost Within'….oi…such the shlacker I am… -.-; -
The Malfoy Inheritance
Chapter 1: The 'Servant'Chains clinked together, the sound of flesh dragging across stone-cold floors echoed in the empty room; that is, until several abnormally tall house elves 'popped' into the room…
"Come sir's, it is time sir's to be given over to the next master's sir's…" One of the tall, lanky house elves spoke, unlocked a particularly large chain that had been connected to the wall just moments ago.
"It is time to get you cleaned and clothed in proper attire so as to better be fit for the new master's liking sir's." Another unusually tall house elf said, one hand gripping the end of another chain, the other holding the door open, motioning for the chained occupant to follow.
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"Young Master's sir's, Master's Malfoy is requesting your attendance in the main hall." a small house elf reported timidly, peaking into the large room.
"Hunh…did he say anything about why?" the heir to the Malfoy line drawled carelessly, twirling his wand in his left hand deftly.
"No he did not young master sir's, but the other house elves and myself believe you are to be given the 'Servant' young master sir's." she answered in a small, shy yet secretive voice.
"The 'Servant', Tizzy?" Draco questioned, addressing the house elf by name.
He was now interested, his father was giving him something…personally? Clearly a 'live' something, this infamous 'Servant' that he'd only managed to hear bits and pieces about.
"I can say no more young master sir's, but you should hurry to make a good impression on the 'Servant', otherwise it may not take a liking to you young master sir's…" The young house elf named Tizzy whispered quickly, shutting the door as she dismissed herself.
Curiosity piqued, Draco checked himself in the mirror three times to make sure everything was in place, no stray hairs sticking out of place, -heaven-forbid- no lint on his white blouse or leather pants. He tucked his wand into his back pocket then made sure his boots were tied; after that, he exited his room and headed for the main hall.
The route to the main hall happened to go down the dreaded path of portraits…meaning he had to walk past each portrait containing a picture of each Malfoy in the entire line of all Malfoys…he hoped to anything up there that had any pity for him, that he would not have to speak with them…
Inhaling a deep breath, Draco made his way down the wretched hallway, quickening his brusque pace to a near jog.
Two surprises greeted him as he all-but-jogged down the impossibly long hallway; the first, they were not speaking to him, but the second, they were speaking and whispering about him…this could not be a good thing.
"-I figured Lucius would be giving the 'Servant' to him soon-" one man spoke to the other inside the large portrait framed in white gold.
"-I remember when I was given the 'Servant'-" another said in a high, prissy voice.
"-quite disagreeable that monstrosity was-"
"-I agree, blasted creature nearly maimed my fiancé-"
This was only a sample of the many things he heard as he made it to the end of the hall, clearing all of the portraits…except one.
"Draco," a man addressed.
The man in the portrait sat in a large throne, he was at the peak of his time, when both his magic and beauty were at it's highest. He had the defining features of all Malfoy's, the impossibly blonde-silver hair that lay braided on his left shoulder and the sharp, silver-blue eyes that were lined with charcoal eyelashes.
He held a long scepter in his right hand; the preferred tool before wands had been invented. Clad in a blood-red cloak, his posture straight and powerful, one would be able to tell this man was truly a force to be reckoned with.
And even more so once a person noticed the golden, bejeweled crown he wore atop his head; oh, didn't you know? Malfoys had been supreme rulers in the older times of man…
"Yes Grandfather Luther?" Draco inquired, curious, not bothering with the dozens upon dozens of 'great's needed to have been added upon the name.
Now he was doubly curious as to the events of today, King Luther hardly ever spoke to anyone, and was hardly ever seen in his portrait…
"Do not underestimate the 'Servant'," King Luther warned, "The creature can be your friend, or your enemy; it's your choice whether you should have it so."
Draco opened his mouth to speak but King Luther had disappeared.
"Strange…" Draco murmured under his breath as he continued on his way.
The double doors opened for him as Draco entered the main hall, which was nothing short of a ballroom really, high ceilings magic'ed to look like the sky outside, silver-green drapes covering the tower-like windows, and so on and so forth.
His father, Lucius Malfoy stood in the center of all the main hall's grandeur, his expensively exquisite designer robes adorning his powerful frame, only adding to his magnificence.
"You requested my presence, father?" Draco stated, stopping a few feet from his father.
"Yes I have my son," Lucius smiled semi-pleasantly, hands behind his back, "As you know, you're officially sixteen today," he paused momentarily, remembering something, "I'm sure you had been quite displeased and perplexed as to why I had your birthday celebration canceled this year; but such a tradition has been carried out in the Malfoy line for quite some time."
"Yes I had been displeased," Draco agreed, "But I'm sure your reasons for doing so were more important than some party."
"You are correct Draco; for it is time for you to inherit the 'Servant'," Lucius spoke, a sort of glaze misting his eyes in memory of his own inheritance; "The creature has been given to each firstborn of the Malfoy line since it had first been captured and enslaved."
"I'm warning you son, this is no ordinary trinket of which you can shirk your responsibility of; the 'Servant' is a creature of power and intelligence, it can either make or break a Malfoy." Lucius went on, "When I had first received the 'Servant' it had been a difficult and trying task… You are solely responsible for it's care and are to do so until you are to pass it on to the next Malfoy-"
"But father, if this is just some- pet that I am going to receive, then why is it so…so…" Draco grappled with the right words with which to describe, "-why is it so important to everyone?"
"Your question is not unexpected for as of yet you see nothing of which you can gain from receiving the 'Servant'." Lucius commented thoughtfully, unclasping his hands from behind his back, "The 'Servant' is your responsibility, but the 'Servant's responsibility is for you, it will be your 'servant' in every sense of the word and is also your bodyguard should any harm pose threat to you," Lucius paused to draw breath, "The 'Servant' also has…powers of its own with which will be used to help you in any way possible."
"By servant, you mean like a house elf-"
"If that is what you wish, or it can be your confidant, slave of sorts, or your own personal trollop, it will be what you desire Draco," Lucius answered, he then glanced at a tall house elf that had appeared behind Draco a few feet away.
"Yes Duzzel?" Lucius inquired.
Draco stepped off to the side of his father in order to properly face the lanky house elf.
"The 'Servant' is cleaned and waiting Master Malfoy sir's." Duzzel reported, bowing humbly.
"Ah, good," Lucius smiled, turning to Draco he spoke, "Son, I present to you, the 'Servant'."
As soon as the words left his lips, the double doors opened of their own accord to admit three figures, two of the unnaturally tall house elves positioned on either side of the 'Servant'.
Each house elf carried a thick chain as they led the 'Servant' towards its new master; the two chains bound to the collar on the creature's neck.
Draco's eyes widened in surprise and awe as they practically drank in the figure walking towards him…
Long ebony hair was captured in a loosed braid that trailed down it's back to dangle teasingly at the 'Servant's hips; it's skin was an amazing moon kissed white that made his father and himself appear to have a cream-colored complexion instead of the pale and beautiful silver-white skin often associated with the Malfoys.
Ebony lashes hid the 'Servant's abnormally large eyes as the creature was brought to a halt before him, only a few spaces away from him.
The chains clinked in dislike before disappearing from sight.
It was then he took in the softly-defined androgynous features of the ethereal creature standing before him; he could now see the tips of what could only mean pointed, elf-like ears adorned with various silver loops and studded earrings.
His eyes traced the thin black eyebrows and the soft curve of the 'Servant's cheek and the strong set of the creature's jaw; down the slender neck encased in a black leather collar sporting the Malfoy crest; to trek down the small bit of exposed, muscled chest that peaked out from the black, silk blouse.
Silver eyes falling even lower, taking in the tight leather that covered the muscled legs and slight, but obvious bulge, indicating the creature was definitely male.
Draco felt himself blush; he made to avert his eyes to the floor until they stopped to lock onto the thin, long, impossibly white tail that held itself still between the 'Servant's legs, following the strangely appealing tail, he was surprised to find that the unique tail ended in the shape of an arrowhead.
Surprise and awe quite evident in his eyes, Draco brought his gaze up to be trapped into blood red ones that shined like two rubies freshly polished.
Such intense eyes…
Not only was he speechless, he was in awe at the amazing and unearthly beauty just one creature could behold; he felt himself blush yet again, he snapped his eyes away, blushing harder as he bit his lip to try and calm his erratic heartbeat.
"T-This-" Draco coughed and swallowed hard, "This is the…'Servant'…?" he asked quietly, turning his head towards his father.
Lucius however was staring at the creature, apparently caught up in old memories as he murmured quietly to himself, "-just as I remembered him, …ageless and beautiful as always…"
Draco surveyed his father quietly, eyes landing on the rapidly forming bulge protruding from his father's robes.
Alarmed and disgusted he tore his eyes away, taking a few steps away; stumbling over his feet and tripping himself in the process.
A startled yelp broke from his lips as he fell backwards, the ground just waiting to meet him; after all, it's been quite some time since they last greeted each other…
A pair of arms shot out and caught the blonde boy before he fell to the ground, setting him gently on his feet; Draco glanced up to thank or possibly snap at the house elf that had probably saved him from a painful bruise, only for both options to die in his throat as his eyes met red ones.
He shot out of the creature's arms instantly, putting space between the two of them, by possibly as much as a few leagues at least-
Until something silky-smooth wrapped itself securely around his wrist, restraining him from further distancing.
Draco stared down at the thing, to find the familiar white arrow headed tip of the 'Servant's tail laying quite comfortably on the back of his hand, a small length of the tail coiled around his wrist a few times, securing its position.
"Remo-" Draco started to say but was cut off by his father-
"You've made a considerably good impression upon him Draco, a good move on your part," Lucius commented, his eyes saying something entirely opposite which quite surprised the young Slytherin, "Now I suggest you take the 'Servant' upstairs to your room and get yourself ready for tomorrow; you'll be taking him to school and on the train with you tomorrow to Hogwarts." He nodded his head absently, his eyes no longer on Draco but on the creature a few steps behind him,
"I will write to the school, so they will be aware of your new servant, they should allow it since the 'Servant' has accompanied each and every Malfoy wherever they go…" Lucius trailed off as he made to leave, his eyes lingering on the longhaired Adonis behind Draco.
"As you wish father." Draco said, no longer feeling remotely comfortable in his father's presence while he all-but drooled at his new…"Servant".
He turned from his father and started walking down the hall, somewhat hesitantly as he wasn't sure if the creature would follow him or not, but he wasn't disappointed for the 'Servant' kept a steady pace just a few seconds behind him, tail still securely wrapped around his wrist.
Wordlessly he exited the main hall and made his way towards the 'Malfoy' hall that contained all those wretched portraits…
Draco was stopped by the unfamiliar tug on his wrist as he turned to face the creature in question, only to see him facing King Luther's portrait; he raised one hand to brush across the surface of the painting, which was currently beneath King Luther's forehead.
"It's good to see you again, …old friend." King Luther's strong voice spoke softly, intimately.
The elf-like creature turned his head to the side, slightly, then spoke in a smooth, melodious voice,
"…Is it?" he questioned softly, a strange fire burning in his bloody eyes, he seemed almost…angry.
He turned from the portrait then and glanced at all the others as he gave a slight nudge for Draco to continue down the hall.
The people in the portraits were all deathly silent and staring at both Draco and the creature; none daring to speak in it's presence, too many memories coming to surface, both pleasant and painful.
Upon entering his room, Draco realized that the two of them were now alone, and he had no idea what to do or what to say; he didn't know what he was supposed to say to the creature, or how he was supposed to act around it, he didn't know where it was going to sleep- hell! He didn't even know what to call it!
Yes! Brilliant! Name it! Wait you git-! It probably already has a name! Yes~ ask what his name is-perfect! Draco thought, turning to face the blood red eyes that were already trained on him.
Draco's face faltered momentarily; his eyes were so intensive, so…unnerving and unsettling all at the same time. He didn't know if he'd ever get used to those eyes staring at him like that all the time.
"Um," Draco mentally smacked himself, STUPID GIT! Malfoys do not say 'um'!
He shook his head to right his thoughts then turned his head up to meet the 'Servant's eyes, "…I'm Draco Malfoy, what's your name?"
Okay so it wasn't an award-winning original icebreaker but still! Anything to distract himself from those unwavering red eyes!
The creature's sensuous lips pulled into a small smile that made his eyes seem slightly friendlier; his lips parted, revealing white teeth and elongated canines, more familiarly known as fangs.
"…Lucivar." Was the simple answer along with a slight nod of the head.
"Lucivar…" Draco murmured to himself, tasting the name on his tongue, to see how easily it came to his lips.
Distractedly he remembered the need to pack his school things, he already had his trunk sitting open at the foot of his large four-poster; yes, perfect distraction- packing, he'd just finished the last of his transfigurations and arithmacy assignments last night…
"I-…I need to finish packing my school things so could you…" Draco let the sentence trail off as he lifted his left wrist and staring pointedly at the tail wrapped around it.
Without a word the white tail unraveled itself from his wrist; he looked up into the red eyes, rubbing his wrist with his other hand absently.
"You may take a seat and wait while I finish packing or you could call one of the house elves perhaps in case you might be hungry." Draco said absently, turning from the silent person's unwavering and intensive gaze to start collecting his books and scrolls to pack away.
Draco managed to immerse himself into the task of packing all of his things needed for his sixth year at Hogwarts; hours flew by as he soon tired himself out and was all in favor for going to bed, skipping dinner since his sleepiness overruled anything else.
Until he turned and came face to face, or more like his face to the leather collar on Lucivar's neck, either Draco Malfoy was short or Lucivar was tall…
Okay…Lucivar was tall.
Lucivar took a step back and raked his eyes over Draco's body, he then proceeded in divesting Draco of his shirt and pants.
Draco yelped and smacked the hands away while springing back in surprise, "What do you think you're doing?!" Draco snapped, feeling quite violated.
At this, Lucivar cracked a small smile; "I was merely preparing you for bed." Was his answer.
He still didn't look very convinced as he took a few more steps back then opened a drawer, rifling through it to withdraw a pair of pajamas and then headed for the bathroom.
"I can do that myself." Were Draco's snappish words as he closed the bathroom door.
He opened it a few moments later, dressed in his pajamas, a stifled yawn caught between his hands.
"There's an unoccupied room straight across from mine, you can sleep in there." Draco spoke dismissively, figuring Lucivar would get the idea and leave him so he could sleep.
It was then as Draco was climbing into bed that he noticed that the bed was not empty, slowly lifting his eyes, he was shocked into speechlessness yet again when he met the now familiar set of uniquely red eyes that belonged to Lucivar.
Draco opened his mouth to speak-
Lucivar shook his head.
"But-"
He shook his head again.
"How-"
"If I am to protect, I must be close." Lucivar spoke simply, finding the matter closed.
"I'm perfectly safe in Malfoy Manor! So you can go-" The words died in his throat as he heard the all too familiar sound of breaking glass and yelling; his father was drinking again.
As if the sound further justified his cause, Lucivar's tale encircled young Malfoy's waist and pulled him gently into bed, releasing the startled teen once his task was completed.
Lucivar then sat up to pull the covers up to Draco's chin, brushing the stray hairs away from his forehead with a feather light touch, "…sleep…" came the murmured words as Draco's eyelids fluttered shut, his consciousness leaving him to the black darkness of sleep…
-If this Fanfic with an added character interests any of you in the slightest, I suggest you review and tell me your general opinion of it, I've yet to decide what type of pairing their should be in this fic but their will be one…I hope…other than that, Lucivar is my character…. r/r-
