Disclaimer:
I have not say over the Harry Potter stuff. Don't own and don't think I can take the headache of owning it.
Warning:
Spoilers from the second and fifth books (maybe more…you'll be forewarned.), slash (m/m sex), voyerism, machinations by sexy older men (Lucius), and masochism disturbingly confused boys (Harry).
Authors Note:
Third installment of story (fucking finally). My muses have seemed to have abandoned me so I'm using the next best thing…hate for family members. I hope you enjoy. I've already finished the next three chapters…next one comes Tuesday night around 6 pm. Don't forget to review. You guys are great...see ya later.
Chapter 3: Plan I/ Phase 2 (beginning)Lucius Malfoy sat in his favorite lounging chair in the parlor of Malfoy manor. A smile had made it's self home on the pale but pink lips, of the eldest Malfoy. Since 2:15 am that night or early morning, the blonde ma had been unable to sleep or to even rest his eyes for fear of missing the sound of the mystic alarm in his den.
The alarm given to him by his late cousin…well to tell the truth (which is highly unlikely) after he had borderline threatened his dear cousin Valise for his personal alarm his cousin had met with some untimely accident and seemed to have vanished from his families Russian castle. Thank Merlin he had written a note stating that the object recently requested by Lucius was inherited to the before mentioned Malfoy himself. As for the family fortune, which was given to Draco, his cousin twice removed, for Draco was the last of the Lusvagine bloodline (through his mother's, mother).
After funeral arrangements had been made and were taken care of, Lucius was left to mourn for his cousin, and brood over his recent and foremost "Potter Issue". Now that the man had had time the chance to check over the only thing that was his link to Harry Potter through illegal, but traceless, and unnoticeable means.
The magical device could transport Lucius through the wards of the number four Privet Drive in Surrey by anyway the object possessor chooses. Visual, physical, and mental transportation all applies. Though through this small bowl sized contraption Lucius could very well snatch Mr. Potter from under his guardians noses, the plan that connected to another plan and another, to form a network, fusing together to maintain the Big Picture…world domination.
Setting the thoughts racing through his mind Lucius took the last sniff, swirl, and small sip of his Irish Usky. The tantalizing whiff calmed the Slytherin in the same way a reassuring word from a mother to child would have. The burn of the Usky aged for at least 32 years helped to keep Lucius aware of his surroundings enough to star the second part of his first plan. This start of the plan would heighten young Mr. Potter need for contact while at the same time stroking his lust into fire, waiting to be extinguished at it's peak of destruction. The flames would not be disappointed. At least not at Lucius' hands.
He alarm was set after Lucius had finished his first letter r to Harry. When the letter was opened to the before mentioned person, the alarm would let Lucius know that the next phase of the plan could begin.
At 3:10 am sharp the light resonating from the alarm grew to great measures. Tones of pale blue, and green filled the quite large den, making the room seemingly shrink from the supremacy the light was emitting. Lucius stared transfixed as the splatters of color on the sphere of light sucked all of the shadows of the room, just as fast as it was emanating blazing beams of brilliance, creating an identical sphere of darkness in the very mist of the light. Soon a picture of a darkened room with a window came into focus in the never-ending abyss of the dark sphere.
"Harry Potter" Lucius breather, "I have you now."
In the picture Harry was reading the letter from his secret "admirer". The boys breathing seemed to become increasingly labored as he read on. The boys green eyes that skimmed over the perfectly selected words, became glazed and dilated as he read neared the end. There seemed to be spark of blatant desire that was swiftly over coming the con fusion of the boys glance. Appearing to be finished with the piece of mail, the boys let a smile grace the reddened lips of his mouth. To Lucius, the smile looked mischievous and too close to a smirk to actually be called a smile.The next thing the raven- haired boy did was surprising even to someone such as Lucius Malfoy, who was basically never surprised. Harry Potter, golden boy of the Wizarding world, and savior to all, suddenly turned around to see the messenger bird had pecked open a packet of owl treats and had eaten everything except the sparse crumbs littering the dark wood desk. Even with the bag being an Owl Bites flock sized variety pack™ the little pest had seemed to inhale the food at a rapid pace. All too soon a dark look came over the face of the young boy. The shadows that accompanied such an intimidating look took residence in the boys' eyes, making him look all too sinister for a light wizard. Picking up an obscenely large textbook from a dusty pile of old books, the cover read Social Studies: What One Needs To Know. The stupid bird must have not noticed the approaching danger; for it was so happy to be full it started chirping a melody that would have had any insanely happy person sighing wistfully. Though the person coming up behind it seemed to be becoming even more infuriated as they saw how much the bird was enjoying it's self… at the moment. Sense someone approaching the bird turned around to chirp at the offending shade covering it. A chirp was all the bird got out as the textbook barreled down on top of it, crushing it to the brown surface of the wooden desk.
With a satisfied smile and a manic gleam in his eyes to replace the anger Harry turned to the other occupant in the room.
"Oh Hedwig, I'm so sorry!" the boy whispered to the owl that stared at him hatefully. Quite fed up with the human that was her master, Hedwig turned her back on him.
Trying desperately to get his favorite companions attention Harry finally succumbed to the inevitable.
"Okay fuck it, I'll buy you a new bag of Owl Bites…" Harry sighed. When he got no reaction he sighed.
"Okay the freaking value pack…" Harry rolled his eyes and added two more bags for good measure.
"It's not like I told the bird to eat your goddamn treats. If you want to get mad at someone for it, go jump on the book a little.
Satisfied for milking the situation for what it was worth, Hedwig turned back around and flew over to give Her master's ear an affectionate and a self-satisfied smile.
"God if I didn't know you better I'd say that Ron's love of food was rubbing off on you." Harry said with a grin. The owl just widened her eyes and started to shake her self as if to get off any Weasley germs that may be lurking in her feathers. Laughing Harry went for the book left on the table. A hoot from Hedwig resting on the bed made him turn to her. The look on the owls face stated plainly her agitation.
"Oh Merlin! Stop being so fucking vain! If you're afraid some is going to get on your feathers then go out and hunt for all I care. You know your glad that I shut the thing up, so stop acting so damn prissy. Come back in 45… I'll be done by then.
With a huff at Harry's obvious disregard for her appearance the snowy white owl flew out the bedrooms window with the pull of the hunt on her mind.
Lucius sat in contemplation as the owl hopped out of the window. What he had just witnessed, bonding of master and owl included, would help immensely with his plan. At least now the older man knew that he wouldn't be involved with a total pansy when it came to unmerciful torture. Whatever this turns out to be, Lucius thought, it would turnout to be something of great enjoyment. Lucius felt the beginnings of something great, something that legends were made of. Things that nightmares and horror stories told to bad little boys ad girls were told to keep them in line.
Lucius Malfoy felt all of this…
… And he liked the feeling.