Author's Note: This story begins during the Second year at Hogwarts, during the Chamber of Secrets and will continue as time goes on. This is my first Harry Potter fanfic and along with my friend, ElfFlame, we are writing a series of four stories, which begins with ElfFlame's story- True Revenge. All four of these stories are interrelated and for the best understanding of the characters as we see them, they should be read in conjunction to each other. As always, I own none of this wonderful world that JK Rowling has created.
Author's Note: At this point in time I would just like to say that in telling events of this story from Lucius Malfoy's point of view, I am merely showing his frame of mind. I do not in any way condone or promote the things he does.
Spoiler Warning: This story contains spoilers, both minor and major from all five Harry Potter books.
TavintonRose: I had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I actually finished this story! There are a couple more chapters, though so don't panic yet! I'm glad you're finding the story so enjoyable still. I hope I keep you happy with this one!
Wicked Lee: Adriana did pull through, but now she and Lucius have to deal with what happened to them. I hope you like this chapter too!
Arsinoe50: I'm glad you approve of the treatment Voldy got courtesy of Adriana. Here's the aftermath!
The Recovery Mission
Adriana held Lucius in her arms as she carried him into the house. She took Lucius into the bathroom and drew a bath for him. Adriana gently placed him in the water, and washed away the many layers of blood on his body. In proper lighting, she could see all that had been done to him, and the many changes he'd gone through since the last time she'd seen him. His pale silver-blonde hair had turned snow white, due to the stress he'd been under for what must have been a very long time. He had a scraggly beard covering his chin that was encrusted with dried blood. He had scars all over his body, in various shapes and designs. Adriana felt the cut in her stomach, and could only imagine what his must have felt like. Those scars could be healed, but weren't vital to his survival. Adriana had to choose what his most life threatening injuries were and heal those first.
There was nothing life threatening on the outside of Lucius' body. The stab wounds were shallow, as were the cuts. Adriana feared that most of the damage was internal. She placed her hands on his stomach, closed her eyes, and focused on Lucius. She visualized the inside of his body, the bones, muscles, and organs. Whenever she saw a broken bone, torn muscle, or bleeding organ, she healed it. Some of the bones had been broken, half healed, then re-broken. His left femur had been one of those. That one alone took her an hour to heal completely.
It was slow and exhausting work, but Adriana didn't notice how much time had passed or how tired she was. She didn't know where the strength to heal Lucius was coming from. Adriana's soul was entwined in his, giving him strength to hold on, but at times she felt a power from outside their union, at work with both of them.
Several hours must have passed, and Adriana was lying draped over the edge of the tub, her arms wrapped around Lucius. She had slipped in and out of consciousness the entire time, and was barely conscious when Severus found her.
It had been the hardest thing Severus had ever done in his life, to watch Adriana leave Malfoy Manor with Lucius, and be unable to help her. He'd seen the blood on her legs, he knew something horrible had happened to her, yet he'd had to stay until Crouch's shift was over, before returning to Hogwarts for Albus and Poppy Pomfrey, the school's healer.
Severus bent over Adriana and tried to pick her up. As he lifted her, she clung tightly to Lucius. "No, I have to say with him, I can't leave him, it's too soon..." Adriana said quietly, yet very firmly. As Severus tried to pull her away from Lucius, she began to struggle in his arms. "Let me go, he needs me, please, let me stay," Adriana let go of Lucius with one arm and tried to push Severus away from her with it. Adriana had no strength to push with though, and Severus was able to grab her arm and pull her away from Lucius. Picking Adriana up, he carried her out of the bathroom, and into her bedroom, where he gently set her on the bed.
Albus sat down on the bed next to Adriana. He introduced Poppy to her, and told her he and Severus would attend to Lucius. Adriana curled herself up into a ball, not acknowledging Poppy, hoping she'd leave soon. Now that she was not healing Lucius, and was safely back at her home, the events of the evening began to hit her with their full force.
Bellatrix's husband had done such horrible things to her, Adriana had never been attacked in that way before. She hated that feeling of helplessness. She couldn't get his ugly face out of her mind. She felt the weight of his body on top of her, and his fingers tearing her flesh. He'd touched her body in ways that she'd only been touched in love before. She felt dirty, and wanted more than anything to take a long hot cleansing shower.
Poppy spoke kindly to Adriana, trying to make her feel safe, and hoping she'd unfold herself from the fetal position she was rocking back and forth in. Adriana felt that this woman could be trusted. Severus had brought Renata to her, so she must be a good person. Slowly, Adriana unfolded herself, and looked at Poppy.
Adriana lay on the bed with Madam Pomfrey by her feet. Waves of pain, shame, and humiliation flooded her body. Adriana hadn't met this woman before, but she trusted her anyway. "Dear, do you mind if I take a look at you? Make sure you're all right?" Adriana didn't meet Pomfrey's eyes, but silently nodded her head.
Poppy had a bowl with warm water and a washcloth, sat down next to Adriana, and gently opened her legs. With soft strokes, she washed away the dried blood on Adriana's thighs. Adriana cringed and flinched as Poppy began wiping the blood away from the rest of her. It stung and she began to cry. When Madam Pomfrey had finished cleaning her off, she took a healing salve and gently put it inside of Adriana. Adriana's crying continued as the salve began to take effect, numbing the whole bottom half of her body.
Poppy examined the rest of Adriana's body, wiping off the cut from her stomach to her neck, which was superficial and did no lasting damage. It wouldn't even scar. She examined Adriana's head, and applied another healing salve to where it had been hit against the wall. Poppy gave Adriana a sleeping draught to help her get a good night's sleep.
Poppy patted Adriana's hand soothingly and asked, "Are you all right dear?"
Adriana's crying grew louder and stronger. "I should have fought him off, I should have tried harder, this is all my fault."
Poppy looked concerned, took Adriana's head in her hands, and looked directly into her eyes. "This was not your fault. No woman, no person, deserves to have this done to them, understand? Now, I'm not telling you to stop crying, I'm just saying you don't have to feel ashamed about this. You've been through a terrible experience, and if you want to talk about it, now or any time, I want you to come to me, all right?"
Adriana sniffed loudly, nodded her head and allowed herself to be taken in Poppy's arms. Poppy held Adriana, gently rocking her, allowing her to cry herself to sleep as the draught began to take effect. She gently laid Adriana on the bed, covered her with the bed covers, and turned out the light before leaving the room.
Albus had gone into the bathroom to find Lucius lying naked in the tub. He'd gently floated Lucius into the living room, laid a blanket on the couch, and set him on it. Albus had no love for this man, but, seeing his mangled and broken body, he had been filled with pity for Lucius. Nobody deserved to be treated this way, not even a Death Eater.
Adriana had done the majority of the larger healing, leaving countless smaller things to be healed by Poppy. Lucius was stable, so Albus felt safe leaving him to speak with Poppy and Severus in the kitchen. Poppy gave them some details of Adriana's encounter with Voldemort and the Death Eaters, but didn't divulge everything.
Severus knew what had happened, and was filled with blind rage towards Lucius. It was Lucius' fault Adriana had been attacked. Lucius had caused all of this. He was a selfish bastard who only looked out for himself, and somebody needed to take care of him. Severus slipped out of the kitchen, and walked silently into the living room.
Severus stood above Lucius' body, which was writhing in pain, with his wand raised above his head. Just two little words, and it would all be over. As he opened his mouth to speak, he was startled by Albus' voice, calling to him from the doorway. "Severus, don't do this," He said quietly. Albus walked up next to Severus and placed a hand on his shoulder.
Severus flinched from the contact, and looked at the ground, lowering his wand. "It's nothing less than he deserves," Severus said.
"No, it isn't. Lucius may have done many terrible things in his life, and may not deserve the chance to redeem himself. Although, to be fair, one could easily say the very same thing about you...," Albus trailed off.
Severus continued to look at the floor. Lucius had ruined his life. Lucius had drawn him into the Death Eaters in the first place. Severus had taken care of Adriana after Lucius had hurt her so terribly. Severus had taken care of Lucius himself after all those beatings. He hadn't participated in them because he hadn't wanted it to get back to Adriana. It would have ended any friendship they had between one another. And, though he hated to admit it, Lucius was Renata's father. How could he ever face her if he'd been a part of that? But this was beyond the pale. Adriana shouldn't have ever have had to go through what she did. Severus wanted Lucius to pay for her pain, with his life. It was a fitting punishment for what Lucius had done to others, including himself, his entire life. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't," Severus asked, looking up at Albus.
Albus looked at Severus in the eyes, and spoke quietly. "Because you love her. And she loves him. And you'd never do anything to hurt her."
Severus took a deep breath, and squared his shoulders, eyes on Albus. He would rise above this. He was capable of being a better man than this, and it was time to act that way. Nodding his head slightly, Severus turned and walked out of the room.
Poppy joined Albus in the living room and examined Lucius. He still hadn't regained consciousness yet, and this concerned Poppy. She poured a potion into his mouth that he swallowed, and after several minutes, he began thrashing about on the couch, and moaning. "Adriana...Adriana," He slurred repeatedly. Suddenly, Lucius opened his eyes, but was still too out of it to know what was happening.
Albus leaned down and gripped his shoulder tightly. "Lucius, Lucius, calm down. You're all right now. Voldemort isn't going to hurt you anymore. You're safe now."
Lucius looked at Albus with wildness in his eyes. The Dark Lord was crafty and had many tricks to use. Perhaps this was another one of them, a new form of torture. In a minute, he'd wake up in his bedroom, with the Death Eaters laughing and jeering at his misfortune.
"Please, don't hurt me...I promise I'll be quieter next time," Lucius begged Albus. The Dark Lord had broken his fingers for crying out during their last torture session. Lucius could never figure out what the Dark Lord wanted from him. Some days, he wanted Lucius to cry out in pain. Some days, he wanted silence. Some days, he wanted begging and whimpering for lenience. But he never told Lucius what he wanted. He was always left to figure it out for himself.
Albus looked at Lucius with pity in his heart. Lucius was clasping his hands, and looking imploringly at Albus. He had broken into a sweat, wondering what would be done to him this time. Albus leaned down and brushed a hand soothingly over Lucius' cheek, trying to let him see he had no hostile intentions. Lucius shuddered at the touch and threw an arm protectively around his face. "Lucius, you're safe. Nobody is going to hurt you again. Adriana is asleep in her bedroom, you can see her when she wakes up. Adriana came to Malfoy Manor. She met with Voldemort. He decided to let her take you back home with her. You're at her farm. You're not at the manor, you're not with Voldemort," Albus said patiently, trying to calm Lucius' fears.
Poppy, who had left the room to prepare some broth for Lucius to drink, returned to the couch and knelt down by Lucius' side. "Here, drink this, it'll make you feel better," She said quietly. Lucius had been starved for such a long time, it was unhealthy for him to eat anything more than broth for a while. His recovery would take a very long time, with a very strictly followed diet. Poppy held the cup to his lips, and poured some broth down his throat. Lucius swallowed, and looked surprised to taste it. He'd been expecting some bitter draught, not something good. There was something comforting about this woman, she made Lucius feel somewhat safer. But maybe that's what the Dark Lord wanted, to lull him into a false sense of security. Perhaps the broth he was drinking was really poison. Lucius suddenly became so tired, he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. He fell asleep, unable to stay awake.
Albus sent Severus back to the school to look after Renata. He summoned Alastor to replace him. Poppy, Alastor, and Albus stayed through the night with Lucius and Adriana.
Adriana woke up late the next morning, stiff and sore. Poppy helped her walk to the bathroom and then into the living room, to see the sleeping figure of Lucius on her couch. Adriana slowly sank to her knees, and wrapped her arms around Lucius, hugging him tightly. She kissed his cheeks and forehead, wishing he'd wake up and kiss her back.
As Adriana gazed at Lucius, his eyes fluttered open, and he looked blankly at her. "What are you going to do to me today?" Lucius asked. The Dark Lord was being crueler than ever before, disguising himself as Adriana.
"Lucius, it's me, Adriana-" Adriana began before getting cut off.
"What is it you want from me, master? Why are you doing this to me?" Lucius snarled.
Adriana looked at Poppy, confused. Looking back at Lucius, she said, "Lucius, darling, what are you talking about? I'm not Voldemort." Adriana gently touched Lucius' arm, and smiled at him.
Lucius assumed he'd feel pain at the touch, and pulled his arm out of her grip before she did anything to him. "Don't touch me!" He shouted at her.
"But Lucius, I'm not going to hurt you, I love you," Adriana said quietly.
"Get out of here, I hate you!" Lucius screamed, curling up protectively.
Tears sprang to Adriana's eyes and she slowly stood up. It took her a while to make her way out of the room, for it hurt to move her legs too much. As soon as she was back in her bed, Adriana began to sob. Poppy followed behind her, and spoke soothingly to her, explaining that he wasn't really lucid at this time. Lucius was delusional, thinking he was still being tortured by Voldemort. He wasn't really saying those things to her.
Albus heard Adriana crying and rushed into the room to comfort her. As he came up behind her and tried to put his arms around her, she screamed, and sent him pain so great he bent over in agony. "No! Don't touch me!" She screamed, echoing what Lucius had said to her. Whipping around to face Albus, and realizing who it was, Adriana immediately stopped sending him pain. She ran up to him, put her arms around him, crying and apologizing profusely. Albus put his arms around her and apologized for scaring her.
Lucius and Adriana were cared for over the next week by Poppy, Albus, and Alastor. They rotated shifts at the property, so that they could also spend time doing their other duties. There was always at least one person with them, day and night.
Adriana's physical injuries healed much more quickly than Lucius'. Albus and Alastor helped Lucius walk around, to regain his strength. All of his injuries had been healed, except for one of the stab wounds in his left foot. Poppy had been unable to get to it before it began to heal itself, and the foot was very stiff and sore. There would be permanent muscle damage, and Lucius was left with a limp that would last the rest of his life. She was the only person Lucius trusted to shave him, and Adriana was quite pleased to see the beard go. It didn't suit him.
Albus had brought Lucius a cane one day, since his walking stick and wand had been confiscated and destroyed during his time in Azkaban, for Lucius to try to walk with. As he and Albus slowly walked outside one day, a week after he'd come back to the property, Lucius watched as Adriana walked out to the barn with a bucket in her hand. He watched as she milked the cow, and walked back with the heavy bucket in her hand. Some of the milk splashed out of the bucket and against Adriana's leg, and she bent down to wipe it off before continuing back into the house. Lucius stood silently, still watching Adriana. He saw that her body was covered in those unattractive baggy clothes she wore at certain times of the month. She'd been dressed like that for the entire week he'd been here. It was a lot for the Dark Lord to do to trick him for this long. And would he go so far as to milk a cow? And to wear such clothes? For the first time in a week, Lucius began to wonder if this might just be real.
Adriana hadn't attempted to speak to Lucius after he had so clearly shown he didn't want to talk to her. Adriana had been very hurt at first, especially when she thought about what she went through to get him and bring him home. Thoughts of her attack filled her mind day and night. She slowly began to resent Lucius' presence in her home, for she now saw him as the one responsible. If he hadn't left her and returned to Riddle, none of this would have happened. They could have been happy together, experienced the pregnancy and birth of their daughter together, and raised her at the property where she belonged, together.
Adriana had long dreamed of bringing Lucius home for good. Or of him returning of his own volition, though what she knew now of Riddle, that wouldn't have been possible. It had been over a year since he'd left her. Much had changed in that time, including herself. Now that she had Lucius back home, she wasn't so sure if it was what she wanted.
After a week and a half had passed, Adriana was well enough, and Lucius was able to walk with the cane on his own, and it was decided to let Adriana take over. Albus, Alastor, and Poppy needed to return to their other duties full time, as there was other much more pressing events to be dealt with than these two people. But Alastor insisted on stopping by at least once a week, to look in on Adriana.
Adriana was nervous about being left alone with Lucius for the first time after such a long absence. What if he tried to attack her? It wouldn't be the first time, and she wasn't sure if she had the strength to fight him off. What if he resented her taking him from Riddle? Maybe he still wanted to be a Death Eater. What if he still hated her for being Muggle-born? The last time she'd seen him, he'd acted as though she was diseased.
On the first day they were left alone together, Lucius had hobbled over to the kitchen table and sat watching Adriana prepare breakfast. This was the first time she'd be preparing his food, and he was nervous. He wasn't sure if she'd poison the food or put horrible things in it. And why would the Dark Lord even bother making food for him?
Lucius looked down at the plate of scrambled eggs with melted cheese on top of them and moved them around the plate to see if there was anything hidden in it. Adriana sat down across from him and ate a plate of the same thing. Eyeing her carefully, he slowly took a bite and was pleasantly surprised to find they tasted delicious. Lucius ate the entire plateful, and sighed in a satisfied fashion afterwards.
Several weeks later, Lucius was still adjusting to being alone with Adriana. Up till now, she hadn't tried to poison him or cut his throat in his sleep, or beat him in any fashion. He was sitting peacefully on the couch, when Adriana entered the room and began setting up the TV and VCR. She sat on the couch and watched as a movie started. Lucius considered leaving the room to get away from her, but moved to the far side of the couch instead.
The movie started, and Lucius found himself watching it with somewhat of an interest. The movie was titled, 'Singin' In the Rain'. It was apparently a musical. Lucius had seen other musicals with Adriana before, but not this one. He couldn't stand how happy the people in musicals were and couldn't understand why they appealed to Adriana. It was a fluffy movie, perfect, according to Adriana, for when one was in a bad mood. Part way through the movie, Lucius saw a woman enter the story. She had dark black, chin-length hair, and wore a very familiar green dress. It was like looking at Adriana. She told him later on the actress' name was Cyd Charisse. The woman wore a dress reminiscent of one he recalled from a particular New Year's Masque that had changed his life. That dress had been sequined and made up of strips of cloth that moved with its wearer, Lucius could clearly see it was an exact replica of this one. The Dark Lord knew about that dress, but had no way of knowing this movie, for Lucius had never seen it before. He couldn't be the one doing this, did that mean...Was this really Adriana? Lucius spent the rest of the movie looking at Adriana, growing more and more confident that he was in fact free of the Dark Lord. She looked more beautiful to him than he'd remembered her being before he'd left.
Later that day, Adriana sat on the back porch, sipping a cup of hot cocoa, watching the leaves on the trees fall gently to the ground. The sun was shining brightly, though it gave off no warmth. A sudden thought came to her as she sat in silence. She still had Bellatrix's hair. What did she want to do with it? Adriana didn't want it, it was something she'd taken as part of the spoils of war at the time, but had no desire for it now. Perhaps she'd send it over to Narcissa, if she ever found out where she was, with her sister's greetings and compliments. With that settled, Adriana watched as Lucius sat underneath the olive tree at the top of the hill. He'd spent much of his time sitting up there after he was able to walk better.
Lucius stood up from the spot under the olive tree he'd been sitting on and stretched his legs. He'd been eating broth and porridge and had gained weight in the time he'd been at the property. It took him longer to walk up this hill than before, but Lucius found peace sitting under the olive tree, gazing at the wheat field below, as busy farmers worked to bring in the harvest. He liked watching the windmill turn in the wind as well. As he turned to walk down the hill, he saw Adriana sitting on the back porch. She looked forlorn and pathetic, all alone in the world.
It took a long time before Lucius made it to the back porch. His foot was stiff and sore, and his muscles hadn't completely regained their strength. By the time he reached Adriana, he was thoroughly exhausted, and sat down next to her, looking out at the pond with the sun shining on it. Every once in a while, he looked at Adriana, trying to see signs of the Dark Lord, but saw none, his heart soared at the idea of being with her again.
Lucius' heart pounded as he grew bold and decided to speak to her again. He had to know if it was really Adriana or not. Clearing his throat, he spoke quietly, "How can I tell if you're really Adriana?"
Adriana was startled to hear Lucius speaking to her and turned towards him with wide eyes. "I don't know. It is me," She replied.
"Tell me something that only you would know," Lucius said.
Adriana thought about what she knew about Lucius that Riddle didn't know. No doubt he'd scanned Lucius' mind for everything he knew about her, and had seen his memories of their life together. "I don't know...," She began. "You look great in shiny black leather pants, as long as they're the right size. You're far better than me at playing strip Monopoly. Your breakfast cooking skills have vastly improved since your first attempt. You gave me a painting of yourself at Christmas a few years ago, but he ran away back to your house after I drew glasses and a mustache on him. I know that vegetable soup is Albert's favourite food," Adriana said with a smile on her face, remembering that night at the dinner party.
Lucius' face flushed, and he looked down at the ground. Adriana could see she was making some headway with him, but still needed more evidence to end Lucius' doubts. Adriana stood up, walked into the house, leaving the door open. She walked into a room and a couple minutes later, music from one of his Elvis records filled the house, spilled out onto the porch, and soon Lucius was swept away by happy memories. He hadn't heard those in a very long time, and a small smile crept to his face.
The music was still playing when Adriana returned with a box. She opened the box, and began taking items out. He saw his Muggle clothes that he'd bought with Adriana. There was the bracelet he'd given her, which Lucius remembered giving to her years ago. She'd thrown it back in his face out of anger, but he'd seen it later on in her bedroom, showing him she'd taken it back. He saw the bouquet of the blue flowers he'd given her on their camping trip that she'd obviously preserved in a dried state. There was the necklace with the top hat from the Monopoly game on it. Everything he'd ever given to her, she'd kept and put in that box. He was amazed, and ecstatic that she'd saved all of this. Memories of his life before the Dark Lord's return flooded his mind. He sat for a long time in silence, just remembering. As Adriana sat down next to him, he smelled her vanilla perfume that he hadn't remembered smelling before today. All of a sudden, he was on his back in the trinket shop where he had first seen her, looking up at her as she was teasing him. Who knew so much would come out of a simple meeting like that? He heard the Elvis music playing and remembered serenading her late one night with it. The sight of the blue flowers brought a fluttery feeling to his stomach as he remembered telling Adriana he loved her for the first time. His heart pounded as he remembered he still did.
Lucius saw that this was much too elaborate of a trick for even the Dark Lord to keep up for such a long time, and came to the decision that this was in fact real. It was really Adriana sitting next to him; those were his records playing; this was her property. He really was away from the Dark Lord. "You really aren't him, are you?" He asked cautiously.
Adriana shook her head, "No, I'm not. I'd be happy if I never heard about Riddle again, quite frankly."
Lucius and Adriana sat on the porch together, with the box in between them. After a few hours of feeling comfortable and safe, Lucius's emotions were soon replaced with terror as he realized the Dark Lord would be coming after him. He'd find him and take him back for more torture. He had no wand, he was completely helpless against the Dark Lord. Perhaps the pain would be less if Lucius returned to him of his own free will. But with no wand, he couldn't apparate. It would be a long trip back to the manor when he decided to leave.
Adriana's heart soared as she saw Lucius trusted her again. Her first instinct was to hug and kiss him, but felt as nervous as the first few times he'd visited her house years ago. She put her hands under her arms, looking like she was staying warm, in order to keep Lucius from seeing them tremble. Adriana wondered when Lucius would be well enough to stay by himself, for she wanted to go to Hogwarts spend some more time with Renata. Now that Riddle wasn't going to hurt the baby, it was safe for Adriana to be with her. But Renata had to stay at the school until Lucius was ready to find out about her.
It was a couple of weeks before Lucius was able to stay by himself at the property. They spent the time talking, eating, watching movies. Neither of them hugged or kissed the other, for they were both uncertain how far the other was willing to go. One afternoon, after they had spent a pleasant meal together, and as they walked towards the sink, they bumped into one another. After putting their dishes in the sink, Adriana turned the water on and started washing them. Lucius walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. He nibbled her ear, and ran one hand over her throat, and the other over her breasts. Adriana's heart pounded, and she broke away from Lucius. Walking several feet and facing away from him, Adriana snapped at him, "You don't just grab at people, that's so rude!"
Lucius was alarmed. "Adriana, what are you talking about? What's the matter?"
Adriana's shoulders fell, and he could see her start to cry as she turned around. "Oh Lucius, just hold me, please," Adriana replied, walking to Lucius and putting her arms around him.
Lucius held onto Adriana as tightly as he could, without losing his balance on his bad leg. He didn't know why she was upset, and hated to see her so sad.
A week later, as they were sitting on the couch watching the telly, they leaned forward to grab the remote at the same time and Lucius' hand brushed against Adriana's. Lucius wrapped his fingers around Adriana's. She closed her eyes, and sighed, while he gently pulled her towards himself. Lucius kissed her hand, then gently put his hands around her head, and pulled her towards him to kiss her. He kissed her gently, running his fingertips over her cheeks and jaw. As he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, Adriana broke away from him. She blushed, and looked at the ground, not explaining her behaviour, and confusing Lucius again.
Lucius wondered what he was doing wrong that kept upsetting her. She stopped him from going any farther than kissing her. He was reminded of their first year together. Why she was suddenly acting this way again? A year and a half was a long time to be apart. Perhaps the dream he'd had about Adriana choosing Snape over him had been true. Maybe she had gotten together with Snape after he'd left, and now she wanted to be with him instead. Lucius knew what Snape was like. He'd waited for his chance and moved in to take it as soon as possible after Lucius had left. He'd seduced Adriana, and now she was only looking after Lucius because she felt obligated to help him.
One afternoon, Adriana asked if he was strong enough to stay by himself for a few hours while she went up to Hogwarts. While she was gone, Lucius thought about Adriana, up there with Severus. What were they doing? He thought about himself. No wonder she didn't like him anymore, he was weak. She'd been babysitting him for a month now, after she'd rescued him from the Dark Lord. He was doing his best to regain his strength, would Adriana ever let him love her again? Or was sitting on her couch, watching her movies what was left of his future?
Author's Note: At this point in time I would just like to say that in telling events of this story from Lucius Malfoy's point of view, I am merely showing his frame of mind. I do not in any way condone or promote the things he does.
Spoiler Warning: This story contains spoilers, both minor and major from all five Harry Potter books.
TavintonRose: I had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I actually finished this story! There are a couple more chapters, though so don't panic yet! I'm glad you're finding the story so enjoyable still. I hope I keep you happy with this one!
Wicked Lee: Adriana did pull through, but now she and Lucius have to deal with what happened to them. I hope you like this chapter too!
Arsinoe50: I'm glad you approve of the treatment Voldy got courtesy of Adriana. Here's the aftermath!
The Recovery Mission
Adriana held Lucius in her arms as she carried him into the house. She took Lucius into the bathroom and drew a bath for him. Adriana gently placed him in the water, and washed away the many layers of blood on his body. In proper lighting, she could see all that had been done to him, and the many changes he'd gone through since the last time she'd seen him. His pale silver-blonde hair had turned snow white, due to the stress he'd been under for what must have been a very long time. He had a scraggly beard covering his chin that was encrusted with dried blood. He had scars all over his body, in various shapes and designs. Adriana felt the cut in her stomach, and could only imagine what his must have felt like. Those scars could be healed, but weren't vital to his survival. Adriana had to choose what his most life threatening injuries were and heal those first.
There was nothing life threatening on the outside of Lucius' body. The stab wounds were shallow, as were the cuts. Adriana feared that most of the damage was internal. She placed her hands on his stomach, closed her eyes, and focused on Lucius. She visualized the inside of his body, the bones, muscles, and organs. Whenever she saw a broken bone, torn muscle, or bleeding organ, she healed it. Some of the bones had been broken, half healed, then re-broken. His left femur had been one of those. That one alone took her an hour to heal completely.
It was slow and exhausting work, but Adriana didn't notice how much time had passed or how tired she was. She didn't know where the strength to heal Lucius was coming from. Adriana's soul was entwined in his, giving him strength to hold on, but at times she felt a power from outside their union, at work with both of them.
Several hours must have passed, and Adriana was lying draped over the edge of the tub, her arms wrapped around Lucius. She had slipped in and out of consciousness the entire time, and was barely conscious when Severus found her.
It had been the hardest thing Severus had ever done in his life, to watch Adriana leave Malfoy Manor with Lucius, and be unable to help her. He'd seen the blood on her legs, he knew something horrible had happened to her, yet he'd had to stay until Crouch's shift was over, before returning to Hogwarts for Albus and Poppy Pomfrey, the school's healer.
Severus bent over Adriana and tried to pick her up. As he lifted her, she clung tightly to Lucius. "No, I have to say with him, I can't leave him, it's too soon..." Adriana said quietly, yet very firmly. As Severus tried to pull her away from Lucius, she began to struggle in his arms. "Let me go, he needs me, please, let me stay," Adriana let go of Lucius with one arm and tried to push Severus away from her with it. Adriana had no strength to push with though, and Severus was able to grab her arm and pull her away from Lucius. Picking Adriana up, he carried her out of the bathroom, and into her bedroom, where he gently set her on the bed.
Albus sat down on the bed next to Adriana. He introduced Poppy to her, and told her he and Severus would attend to Lucius. Adriana curled herself up into a ball, not acknowledging Poppy, hoping she'd leave soon. Now that she was not healing Lucius, and was safely back at her home, the events of the evening began to hit her with their full force.
Bellatrix's husband had done such horrible things to her, Adriana had never been attacked in that way before. She hated that feeling of helplessness. She couldn't get his ugly face out of her mind. She felt the weight of his body on top of her, and his fingers tearing her flesh. He'd touched her body in ways that she'd only been touched in love before. She felt dirty, and wanted more than anything to take a long hot cleansing shower.
Poppy spoke kindly to Adriana, trying to make her feel safe, and hoping she'd unfold herself from the fetal position she was rocking back and forth in. Adriana felt that this woman could be trusted. Severus had brought Renata to her, so she must be a good person. Slowly, Adriana unfolded herself, and looked at Poppy.
Adriana lay on the bed with Madam Pomfrey by her feet. Waves of pain, shame, and humiliation flooded her body. Adriana hadn't met this woman before, but she trusted her anyway. "Dear, do you mind if I take a look at you? Make sure you're all right?" Adriana didn't meet Pomfrey's eyes, but silently nodded her head.
Poppy had a bowl with warm water and a washcloth, sat down next to Adriana, and gently opened her legs. With soft strokes, she washed away the dried blood on Adriana's thighs. Adriana cringed and flinched as Poppy began wiping the blood away from the rest of her. It stung and she began to cry. When Madam Pomfrey had finished cleaning her off, she took a healing salve and gently put it inside of Adriana. Adriana's crying continued as the salve began to take effect, numbing the whole bottom half of her body.
Poppy examined the rest of Adriana's body, wiping off the cut from her stomach to her neck, which was superficial and did no lasting damage. It wouldn't even scar. She examined Adriana's head, and applied another healing salve to where it had been hit against the wall. Poppy gave Adriana a sleeping draught to help her get a good night's sleep.
Poppy patted Adriana's hand soothingly and asked, "Are you all right dear?"
Adriana's crying grew louder and stronger. "I should have fought him off, I should have tried harder, this is all my fault."
Poppy looked concerned, took Adriana's head in her hands, and looked directly into her eyes. "This was not your fault. No woman, no person, deserves to have this done to them, understand? Now, I'm not telling you to stop crying, I'm just saying you don't have to feel ashamed about this. You've been through a terrible experience, and if you want to talk about it, now or any time, I want you to come to me, all right?"
Adriana sniffed loudly, nodded her head and allowed herself to be taken in Poppy's arms. Poppy held Adriana, gently rocking her, allowing her to cry herself to sleep as the draught began to take effect. She gently laid Adriana on the bed, covered her with the bed covers, and turned out the light before leaving the room.
Albus had gone into the bathroom to find Lucius lying naked in the tub. He'd gently floated Lucius into the living room, laid a blanket on the couch, and set him on it. Albus had no love for this man, but, seeing his mangled and broken body, he had been filled with pity for Lucius. Nobody deserved to be treated this way, not even a Death Eater.
Adriana had done the majority of the larger healing, leaving countless smaller things to be healed by Poppy. Lucius was stable, so Albus felt safe leaving him to speak with Poppy and Severus in the kitchen. Poppy gave them some details of Adriana's encounter with Voldemort and the Death Eaters, but didn't divulge everything.
Severus knew what had happened, and was filled with blind rage towards Lucius. It was Lucius' fault Adriana had been attacked. Lucius had caused all of this. He was a selfish bastard who only looked out for himself, and somebody needed to take care of him. Severus slipped out of the kitchen, and walked silently into the living room.
Severus stood above Lucius' body, which was writhing in pain, with his wand raised above his head. Just two little words, and it would all be over. As he opened his mouth to speak, he was startled by Albus' voice, calling to him from the doorway. "Severus, don't do this," He said quietly. Albus walked up next to Severus and placed a hand on his shoulder.
Severus flinched from the contact, and looked at the ground, lowering his wand. "It's nothing less than he deserves," Severus said.
"No, it isn't. Lucius may have done many terrible things in his life, and may not deserve the chance to redeem himself. Although, to be fair, one could easily say the very same thing about you...," Albus trailed off.
Severus continued to look at the floor. Lucius had ruined his life. Lucius had drawn him into the Death Eaters in the first place. Severus had taken care of Adriana after Lucius had hurt her so terribly. Severus had taken care of Lucius himself after all those beatings. He hadn't participated in them because he hadn't wanted it to get back to Adriana. It would have ended any friendship they had between one another. And, though he hated to admit it, Lucius was Renata's father. How could he ever face her if he'd been a part of that? But this was beyond the pale. Adriana shouldn't have ever have had to go through what she did. Severus wanted Lucius to pay for her pain, with his life. It was a fitting punishment for what Lucius had done to others, including himself, his entire life. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't," Severus asked, looking up at Albus.
Albus looked at Severus in the eyes, and spoke quietly. "Because you love her. And she loves him. And you'd never do anything to hurt her."
Severus took a deep breath, and squared his shoulders, eyes on Albus. He would rise above this. He was capable of being a better man than this, and it was time to act that way. Nodding his head slightly, Severus turned and walked out of the room.
Poppy joined Albus in the living room and examined Lucius. He still hadn't regained consciousness yet, and this concerned Poppy. She poured a potion into his mouth that he swallowed, and after several minutes, he began thrashing about on the couch, and moaning. "Adriana...Adriana," He slurred repeatedly. Suddenly, Lucius opened his eyes, but was still too out of it to know what was happening.
Albus leaned down and gripped his shoulder tightly. "Lucius, Lucius, calm down. You're all right now. Voldemort isn't going to hurt you anymore. You're safe now."
Lucius looked at Albus with wildness in his eyes. The Dark Lord was crafty and had many tricks to use. Perhaps this was another one of them, a new form of torture. In a minute, he'd wake up in his bedroom, with the Death Eaters laughing and jeering at his misfortune.
"Please, don't hurt me...I promise I'll be quieter next time," Lucius begged Albus. The Dark Lord had broken his fingers for crying out during their last torture session. Lucius could never figure out what the Dark Lord wanted from him. Some days, he wanted Lucius to cry out in pain. Some days, he wanted silence. Some days, he wanted begging and whimpering for lenience. But he never told Lucius what he wanted. He was always left to figure it out for himself.
Albus looked at Lucius with pity in his heart. Lucius was clasping his hands, and looking imploringly at Albus. He had broken into a sweat, wondering what would be done to him this time. Albus leaned down and brushed a hand soothingly over Lucius' cheek, trying to let him see he had no hostile intentions. Lucius shuddered at the touch and threw an arm protectively around his face. "Lucius, you're safe. Nobody is going to hurt you again. Adriana is asleep in her bedroom, you can see her when she wakes up. Adriana came to Malfoy Manor. She met with Voldemort. He decided to let her take you back home with her. You're at her farm. You're not at the manor, you're not with Voldemort," Albus said patiently, trying to calm Lucius' fears.
Poppy, who had left the room to prepare some broth for Lucius to drink, returned to the couch and knelt down by Lucius' side. "Here, drink this, it'll make you feel better," She said quietly. Lucius had been starved for such a long time, it was unhealthy for him to eat anything more than broth for a while. His recovery would take a very long time, with a very strictly followed diet. Poppy held the cup to his lips, and poured some broth down his throat. Lucius swallowed, and looked surprised to taste it. He'd been expecting some bitter draught, not something good. There was something comforting about this woman, she made Lucius feel somewhat safer. But maybe that's what the Dark Lord wanted, to lull him into a false sense of security. Perhaps the broth he was drinking was really poison. Lucius suddenly became so tired, he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. He fell asleep, unable to stay awake.
Albus sent Severus back to the school to look after Renata. He summoned Alastor to replace him. Poppy, Alastor, and Albus stayed through the night with Lucius and Adriana.
Adriana woke up late the next morning, stiff and sore. Poppy helped her walk to the bathroom and then into the living room, to see the sleeping figure of Lucius on her couch. Adriana slowly sank to her knees, and wrapped her arms around Lucius, hugging him tightly. She kissed his cheeks and forehead, wishing he'd wake up and kiss her back.
As Adriana gazed at Lucius, his eyes fluttered open, and he looked blankly at her. "What are you going to do to me today?" Lucius asked. The Dark Lord was being crueler than ever before, disguising himself as Adriana.
"Lucius, it's me, Adriana-" Adriana began before getting cut off.
"What is it you want from me, master? Why are you doing this to me?" Lucius snarled.
Adriana looked at Poppy, confused. Looking back at Lucius, she said, "Lucius, darling, what are you talking about? I'm not Voldemort." Adriana gently touched Lucius' arm, and smiled at him.
Lucius assumed he'd feel pain at the touch, and pulled his arm out of her grip before she did anything to him. "Don't touch me!" He shouted at her.
"But Lucius, I'm not going to hurt you, I love you," Adriana said quietly.
"Get out of here, I hate you!" Lucius screamed, curling up protectively.
Tears sprang to Adriana's eyes and she slowly stood up. It took her a while to make her way out of the room, for it hurt to move her legs too much. As soon as she was back in her bed, Adriana began to sob. Poppy followed behind her, and spoke soothingly to her, explaining that he wasn't really lucid at this time. Lucius was delusional, thinking he was still being tortured by Voldemort. He wasn't really saying those things to her.
Albus heard Adriana crying and rushed into the room to comfort her. As he came up behind her and tried to put his arms around her, she screamed, and sent him pain so great he bent over in agony. "No! Don't touch me!" She screamed, echoing what Lucius had said to her. Whipping around to face Albus, and realizing who it was, Adriana immediately stopped sending him pain. She ran up to him, put her arms around him, crying and apologizing profusely. Albus put his arms around her and apologized for scaring her.
Lucius and Adriana were cared for over the next week by Poppy, Albus, and Alastor. They rotated shifts at the property, so that they could also spend time doing their other duties. There was always at least one person with them, day and night.
Adriana's physical injuries healed much more quickly than Lucius'. Albus and Alastor helped Lucius walk around, to regain his strength. All of his injuries had been healed, except for one of the stab wounds in his left foot. Poppy had been unable to get to it before it began to heal itself, and the foot was very stiff and sore. There would be permanent muscle damage, and Lucius was left with a limp that would last the rest of his life. She was the only person Lucius trusted to shave him, and Adriana was quite pleased to see the beard go. It didn't suit him.
Albus had brought Lucius a cane one day, since his walking stick and wand had been confiscated and destroyed during his time in Azkaban, for Lucius to try to walk with. As he and Albus slowly walked outside one day, a week after he'd come back to the property, Lucius watched as Adriana walked out to the barn with a bucket in her hand. He watched as she milked the cow, and walked back with the heavy bucket in her hand. Some of the milk splashed out of the bucket and against Adriana's leg, and she bent down to wipe it off before continuing back into the house. Lucius stood silently, still watching Adriana. He saw that her body was covered in those unattractive baggy clothes she wore at certain times of the month. She'd been dressed like that for the entire week he'd been here. It was a lot for the Dark Lord to do to trick him for this long. And would he go so far as to milk a cow? And to wear such clothes? For the first time in a week, Lucius began to wonder if this might just be real.
Adriana hadn't attempted to speak to Lucius after he had so clearly shown he didn't want to talk to her. Adriana had been very hurt at first, especially when she thought about what she went through to get him and bring him home. Thoughts of her attack filled her mind day and night. She slowly began to resent Lucius' presence in her home, for she now saw him as the one responsible. If he hadn't left her and returned to Riddle, none of this would have happened. They could have been happy together, experienced the pregnancy and birth of their daughter together, and raised her at the property where she belonged, together.
Adriana had long dreamed of bringing Lucius home for good. Or of him returning of his own volition, though what she knew now of Riddle, that wouldn't have been possible. It had been over a year since he'd left her. Much had changed in that time, including herself. Now that she had Lucius back home, she wasn't so sure if it was what she wanted.
After a week and a half had passed, Adriana was well enough, and Lucius was able to walk with the cane on his own, and it was decided to let Adriana take over. Albus, Alastor, and Poppy needed to return to their other duties full time, as there was other much more pressing events to be dealt with than these two people. But Alastor insisted on stopping by at least once a week, to look in on Adriana.
Adriana was nervous about being left alone with Lucius for the first time after such a long absence. What if he tried to attack her? It wouldn't be the first time, and she wasn't sure if she had the strength to fight him off. What if he resented her taking him from Riddle? Maybe he still wanted to be a Death Eater. What if he still hated her for being Muggle-born? The last time she'd seen him, he'd acted as though she was diseased.
On the first day they were left alone together, Lucius had hobbled over to the kitchen table and sat watching Adriana prepare breakfast. This was the first time she'd be preparing his food, and he was nervous. He wasn't sure if she'd poison the food or put horrible things in it. And why would the Dark Lord even bother making food for him?
Lucius looked down at the plate of scrambled eggs with melted cheese on top of them and moved them around the plate to see if there was anything hidden in it. Adriana sat down across from him and ate a plate of the same thing. Eyeing her carefully, he slowly took a bite and was pleasantly surprised to find they tasted delicious. Lucius ate the entire plateful, and sighed in a satisfied fashion afterwards.
Several weeks later, Lucius was still adjusting to being alone with Adriana. Up till now, she hadn't tried to poison him or cut his throat in his sleep, or beat him in any fashion. He was sitting peacefully on the couch, when Adriana entered the room and began setting up the TV and VCR. She sat on the couch and watched as a movie started. Lucius considered leaving the room to get away from her, but moved to the far side of the couch instead.
The movie started, and Lucius found himself watching it with somewhat of an interest. The movie was titled, 'Singin' In the Rain'. It was apparently a musical. Lucius had seen other musicals with Adriana before, but not this one. He couldn't stand how happy the people in musicals were and couldn't understand why they appealed to Adriana. It was a fluffy movie, perfect, according to Adriana, for when one was in a bad mood. Part way through the movie, Lucius saw a woman enter the story. She had dark black, chin-length hair, and wore a very familiar green dress. It was like looking at Adriana. She told him later on the actress' name was Cyd Charisse. The woman wore a dress reminiscent of one he recalled from a particular New Year's Masque that had changed his life. That dress had been sequined and made up of strips of cloth that moved with its wearer, Lucius could clearly see it was an exact replica of this one. The Dark Lord knew about that dress, but had no way of knowing this movie, for Lucius had never seen it before. He couldn't be the one doing this, did that mean...Was this really Adriana? Lucius spent the rest of the movie looking at Adriana, growing more and more confident that he was in fact free of the Dark Lord. She looked more beautiful to him than he'd remembered her being before he'd left.
Later that day, Adriana sat on the back porch, sipping a cup of hot cocoa, watching the leaves on the trees fall gently to the ground. The sun was shining brightly, though it gave off no warmth. A sudden thought came to her as she sat in silence. She still had Bellatrix's hair. What did she want to do with it? Adriana didn't want it, it was something she'd taken as part of the spoils of war at the time, but had no desire for it now. Perhaps she'd send it over to Narcissa, if she ever found out where she was, with her sister's greetings and compliments. With that settled, Adriana watched as Lucius sat underneath the olive tree at the top of the hill. He'd spent much of his time sitting up there after he was able to walk better.
Lucius stood up from the spot under the olive tree he'd been sitting on and stretched his legs. He'd been eating broth and porridge and had gained weight in the time he'd been at the property. It took him longer to walk up this hill than before, but Lucius found peace sitting under the olive tree, gazing at the wheat field below, as busy farmers worked to bring in the harvest. He liked watching the windmill turn in the wind as well. As he turned to walk down the hill, he saw Adriana sitting on the back porch. She looked forlorn and pathetic, all alone in the world.
It took a long time before Lucius made it to the back porch. His foot was stiff and sore, and his muscles hadn't completely regained their strength. By the time he reached Adriana, he was thoroughly exhausted, and sat down next to her, looking out at the pond with the sun shining on it. Every once in a while, he looked at Adriana, trying to see signs of the Dark Lord, but saw none, his heart soared at the idea of being with her again.
Lucius' heart pounded as he grew bold and decided to speak to her again. He had to know if it was really Adriana or not. Clearing his throat, he spoke quietly, "How can I tell if you're really Adriana?"
Adriana was startled to hear Lucius speaking to her and turned towards him with wide eyes. "I don't know. It is me," She replied.
"Tell me something that only you would know," Lucius said.
Adriana thought about what she knew about Lucius that Riddle didn't know. No doubt he'd scanned Lucius' mind for everything he knew about her, and had seen his memories of their life together. "I don't know...," She began. "You look great in shiny black leather pants, as long as they're the right size. You're far better than me at playing strip Monopoly. Your breakfast cooking skills have vastly improved since your first attempt. You gave me a painting of yourself at Christmas a few years ago, but he ran away back to your house after I drew glasses and a mustache on him. I know that vegetable soup is Albert's favourite food," Adriana said with a smile on her face, remembering that night at the dinner party.
Lucius' face flushed, and he looked down at the ground. Adriana could see she was making some headway with him, but still needed more evidence to end Lucius' doubts. Adriana stood up, walked into the house, leaving the door open. She walked into a room and a couple minutes later, music from one of his Elvis records filled the house, spilled out onto the porch, and soon Lucius was swept away by happy memories. He hadn't heard those in a very long time, and a small smile crept to his face.
The music was still playing when Adriana returned with a box. She opened the box, and began taking items out. He saw his Muggle clothes that he'd bought with Adriana. There was the bracelet he'd given her, which Lucius remembered giving to her years ago. She'd thrown it back in his face out of anger, but he'd seen it later on in her bedroom, showing him she'd taken it back. He saw the bouquet of the blue flowers he'd given her on their camping trip that she'd obviously preserved in a dried state. There was the necklace with the top hat from the Monopoly game on it. Everything he'd ever given to her, she'd kept and put in that box. He was amazed, and ecstatic that she'd saved all of this. Memories of his life before the Dark Lord's return flooded his mind. He sat for a long time in silence, just remembering. As Adriana sat down next to him, he smelled her vanilla perfume that he hadn't remembered smelling before today. All of a sudden, he was on his back in the trinket shop where he had first seen her, looking up at her as she was teasing him. Who knew so much would come out of a simple meeting like that? He heard the Elvis music playing and remembered serenading her late one night with it. The sight of the blue flowers brought a fluttery feeling to his stomach as he remembered telling Adriana he loved her for the first time. His heart pounded as he remembered he still did.
Lucius saw that this was much too elaborate of a trick for even the Dark Lord to keep up for such a long time, and came to the decision that this was in fact real. It was really Adriana sitting next to him; those were his records playing; this was her property. He really was away from the Dark Lord. "You really aren't him, are you?" He asked cautiously.
Adriana shook her head, "No, I'm not. I'd be happy if I never heard about Riddle again, quite frankly."
Lucius and Adriana sat on the porch together, with the box in between them. After a few hours of feeling comfortable and safe, Lucius's emotions were soon replaced with terror as he realized the Dark Lord would be coming after him. He'd find him and take him back for more torture. He had no wand, he was completely helpless against the Dark Lord. Perhaps the pain would be less if Lucius returned to him of his own free will. But with no wand, he couldn't apparate. It would be a long trip back to the manor when he decided to leave.
Adriana's heart soared as she saw Lucius trusted her again. Her first instinct was to hug and kiss him, but felt as nervous as the first few times he'd visited her house years ago. She put her hands under her arms, looking like she was staying warm, in order to keep Lucius from seeing them tremble. Adriana wondered when Lucius would be well enough to stay by himself, for she wanted to go to Hogwarts spend some more time with Renata. Now that Riddle wasn't going to hurt the baby, it was safe for Adriana to be with her. But Renata had to stay at the school until Lucius was ready to find out about her.
It was a couple of weeks before Lucius was able to stay by himself at the property. They spent the time talking, eating, watching movies. Neither of them hugged or kissed the other, for they were both uncertain how far the other was willing to go. One afternoon, after they had spent a pleasant meal together, and as they walked towards the sink, they bumped into one another. After putting their dishes in the sink, Adriana turned the water on and started washing them. Lucius walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. He nibbled her ear, and ran one hand over her throat, and the other over her breasts. Adriana's heart pounded, and she broke away from Lucius. Walking several feet and facing away from him, Adriana snapped at him, "You don't just grab at people, that's so rude!"
Lucius was alarmed. "Adriana, what are you talking about? What's the matter?"
Adriana's shoulders fell, and he could see her start to cry as she turned around. "Oh Lucius, just hold me, please," Adriana replied, walking to Lucius and putting her arms around him.
Lucius held onto Adriana as tightly as he could, without losing his balance on his bad leg. He didn't know why she was upset, and hated to see her so sad.
A week later, as they were sitting on the couch watching the telly, they leaned forward to grab the remote at the same time and Lucius' hand brushed against Adriana's. Lucius wrapped his fingers around Adriana's. She closed her eyes, and sighed, while he gently pulled her towards himself. Lucius kissed her hand, then gently put his hands around her head, and pulled her towards him to kiss her. He kissed her gently, running his fingertips over her cheeks and jaw. As he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, Adriana broke away from him. She blushed, and looked at the ground, not explaining her behaviour, and confusing Lucius again.
Lucius wondered what he was doing wrong that kept upsetting her. She stopped him from going any farther than kissing her. He was reminded of their first year together. Why she was suddenly acting this way again? A year and a half was a long time to be apart. Perhaps the dream he'd had about Adriana choosing Snape over him had been true. Maybe she had gotten together with Snape after he'd left, and now she wanted to be with him instead. Lucius knew what Snape was like. He'd waited for his chance and moved in to take it as soon as possible after Lucius had left. He'd seduced Adriana, and now she was only looking after Lucius because she felt obligated to help him.
One afternoon, Adriana asked if he was strong enough to stay by himself for a few hours while she went up to Hogwarts. While she was gone, Lucius thought about Adriana, up there with Severus. What were they doing? He thought about himself. No wonder she didn't like him anymore, he was weak. She'd been babysitting him for a month now, after she'd rescued him from the Dark Lord. He was doing his best to regain his strength, would Adriana ever let him love her again? Or was sitting on her couch, watching her movies what was left of his future?