Chapter 3: Secrets at the Staff Table
He was normally used to have every set of eyes trained on him in awe and lustiness, but this was different.
Every pair of eyes stared at him with increased wariness and trepidation as they racked both his and Lucivar's bodies in intensive study.
It was truly a nerve-wracking experience.
The ride in the horseless carriages had been remotely decent, except Blaise's unabashed staring at Lucivar, both in lust and study. Crabe and Goyle had been the usual stupid and silent that had been a thankful bit of momentary normalcy.
But entering Hogwarts and the Great Hall had been a bitch, he and his new servant had been accosted by various levels of intensive stares throughout the journey and now he had to deal with Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape whom had just now come up to greet him upon nearly making it to his regular seat at the head of Slytherin table.
Three sets of eyes took in Lucivar's form, all shining with disbelief and familiarity.
Dumbledore smiled his usual smile, but this one seemed a bit sad, "Welcome back to Hogwarts Lucivar, you remain as beautiful and unchanged as ever I see." He spoke half-heartedly cheerful.
Draco felt Lucivar take a small step towards Draco, as if to use him as a shield from the other three; clearly unconscious behavior no doubt.
"But you have not remained the same." Was Lucivar's reply, flat and emotionless despite the strangely musical tone in which his words formed.
Dumbledore chuckled a bit, "You could not expect human wizards to remain ageless, and everyone knows that." He smiled absently, the laugh lines at the edges of his eyes crinkling.
"You have grown Minerva, Severus." Lucivar addressed politely, nodding in greetings to the other two.
"Yes, I suppose we have from when we attended Hogwarts as students, Lucivar." Minerva McGonagall spoke stiffly, though her eyes seemed to soften.
Severus Snape couldn't seem to form words but he raised a trembling hand for Lucivar to shake.
The hand hung trembling in the air for a brief moment but soon a thin hand with long fingers stretched out to clasp Snape's; and what had appeared to be a small hand, now looked much larger than before, for it practically swallowed Snape's hand in Lucivar's.
"It's…good to see you again, Lucivar." Severus murmured, releasing the hand after a moment, his eyes not meeting the red ones that stared at him.
"In a way it is, Severus." Lucivar agreed quietly.
The headmaster coughed once then turned his eyes upon Draco's, "Treat him better than your father young Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore advised pleasantly, nodding his head before returning back to the staff table.
Minerva and Severus spoke their pieces of homework and goodbyes before returning to their respective places as well.
Draco turned to face Lucivar, only to be met by a blank look that held so many secrets, and not a single one willing to be told to him.
He gave a tired sigh then sat himself down at the head of Slytherin table; somehow not surprised when Lucivar pulled it out for him to sit in, nor was he surprised by the amount of whispers during the sorting of first years.
In the middle of dinner he heard snippets of conversation concerning Voldemort; Draco then recalled what his father had told him shortly before he'd left to the train station,
"Draco," Lucius called just as his son was about to climb into the horseless carriage.
"Yes father?" Draco responded, curious.
"The Dark Lord has never known of the 'Servant's existence nor it's affiliation with the Malfoys," Lucius warned, pinning a somewhat hateful yet envious glare upon his son, "I suggest you keep it that way."
And with that, Draco had left his father and the Malfoy Manor for another year at Hogwarts. He wondered why his father had never told Voldemort about Lucivar, after all his father Lucius had always taken every opportunity with which to suck up to the Dark Lord.
But with one thought of wonderment came another, why had he never seen Lucivar when he was younger? Surely his father would still have uses for him.
With that thought in mind, Draco turned to Lucivar who was eating silently with such grace he found himself momentarily speechless. Once again finding his words he spoke up,
"How come I never saw you when I was younger, Lucivar?"
The strange creature that could only be the last or first of it's own species stopped eating long enough to wipe his mouth with a napkin then turn his bright red eyes onto Draco's as he answered quite plainly.
"Lucius no longer required my services once he married Narcissa. So I was taken to be chained and locked in the dungeons."
Draco sat in stunned silence, he'd been sent to the dungeons before as a boy for disobeying his father; it had been a terrifying experience even if he'd only been left in their for a week, and unchained.
It must have been unbearable for Lucivar to have remained in there for nearly eighteen years!
"I'll never place you in the dungeons! Never!" Draco swore under his breath, so sure of his conviction.
Lucivar just smiled a small smile, as if he were humoring a small child in believing a fairy tale.
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RaynieceMalfoy : I'm glad you love my story, no Harry will not always be the scrawny boy in this Fanfic, though due to malnutrition…if that's the correct term, he will be considerably short. As to the triangle pairing, it might happen, it might not.
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Yes I know…an ugly typing version aint it? Laterz-
