(A/N)Okay eighth chapter! I don't think that this fic is going to be as long as Colours of the Night but oh well. I just hope I can focus on another story after I've finished this since I tend to get writers block an awful lot. Hmmm…..well, review!!! Please review! The best thing about writing is hearing the feedback!

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CHAPTER EIGHT: Think Of Me

Think of me once in a while

Please promise me you'll try

Think of me, think of me fondly

When we've said goodbye

We never said our love was evergreen

Or as unchanging as the sea

But if you can still remember

Stop and think of me

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When you are unhappy life can seem to drag on and on. However, when you are happy the opposite applies- days can pass like minutes and years like days. This was so for Lucius and Remus- whose precious hour together passed as quickly as a small gust of wind.

The door to Lucius's bedroom was locked tightly- no matter how Narcissa tried she could not get in, eventually she gave up and returned downstairs- apologising to her guests for her husband's absence.

Inside the room the afternoon sunlight streamed in through the curtains, falling over the abandoned clothes that lay on the floor and the books that had fallen in their hurry.

Remus lay on the large bed, a smile on his face as his amber eyes stared into the silver ones of the man beside him. "I've waited forever to do that." He said.

Lucius smiled at him and laughed, suddenly he sat up- a serious expression on his pale face. "What does this mean now?" he asked quietly, as if dreading the answer.

Remus looked at him with concern, "I don't know- I guess it means that I love you and you love me and that maybe we can finally both have a chance at some kind of…..happiness."

Lucius smiled but as he did so he shook his head, white-gold hair moving like silk in the sunlight. "There is something you don't know…..did you see my back?"

Remus sat up, his brows furrowing as he turned the other man around. In horror he ran his fingers over the large scar which marred the pale flesh, "Lucius!" he gasped. "Who did this to you?"

Secretly, unknown to Remus, a lone tear trickled down the blonde man's cheek. "Who do you think?" he choked, "It was Voldemort….he says I am his….he…he. He'll never let you take me away from him. I know it."

Remus reached out and turned Lucius's face to his, amber eyes looked at silver in horror. "Lucius have you and Voldemort?"

A strange sort of sad smiled cracked across the silver eyed man's porcelain features and Remus prayed that the answer would be no. However, the truth stared out at him from Lucius's deep silver eyes.

"Remus," Lucius hissed as the other man turned away. "I never wanted to…it wasn't like this, it wasn't! It was; it was….."

Remus was thinking, he remembered Lucius's scent on the day that he had rejected him all those years ago. That must have been Voldemort he had smelt on him back then, how long had it been going on? But if, as Lucius said, he hadn't wanted it then didn't that make it….. "Rape?" Remus said hoarsely, "Lucius, he raped you?"

Behind him Lucius winced at the words, his hands pathetically rushing up to cover his ears but falling short, they ended up entangled in his long hair. In some sort of frustration Lucius tugged on his own hair, his eyes wide and scared. "Not just once. " He whispered. "Over and over, again and again and again and again and again and…"

He trailed off there, suddenly enveloped in a hug by a sniffling Remus. Shocked, Lucius put his arms around the other man almost seeing Remus's action to be alien.

"I'm sorry." Remus said. "It doesn't have to happen anymore, I'm here now."

Lucius shook his head; Remus being there wouldn't make a bit of difference when the time came- he knew that. No one could stand in the way of Lord Voldemort, it didn't matter how good or brave you were- in the end he would take everything you loved and ruin you forever. However, he thought- why spoil Remus's dreams? Why spoil his own? For as long as he could Lucius was going to pretend. "I know," he said. "I know you'll protect me."

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Severus entered his office and placed the pile of second year test papers down on his desk. Only when they had been arranged neatly did he look up and meet the eyes of the man leaning against the wall.

"Black." He said curtly, taking in the other man's rather dishevelled appearance and glaring blue eyes.

"Have you seen Remus?" Sirius asked, cutting straight to the point.

"Of course I've seen him." Severus replied in a rather amused tone of voice, turning to fully face the other man.

Sirius's glare strengthened. "You know what I mean." He spat. "Do you know where he is? He left this morning without a word to me- you came by the other day asking for him so I can't help but wonder if you know something about this. What is it huh? Have you and Malfoy been plotting to turn him over to Voldemort?"

Severus stared at the taller man in disbelief. "Lucius would never do that to Remus." He said calmly, "And may I suggest that if you really care about your friend then you should let him get on with his life."

Enraged Sirius raised his fist but before he could strike Severus grabbed his wrist in a surprisingly strong grip. In disbelief Sirius looked down at the smaller man and struggled to free his hand.

"I am not a little boy any more Black." Severus hissed; his obsidian eyes boring into the other man's bright blue ones. "You can't push me about anymore. Now I suggest you leave before I raise my hand to you."

Angrily Sirius managed to jerk his arm free, "You're pathetic." He spat. "You've always been pathetic and you always will be. I could crush you in an instant if I wanted to."

Then with one last withering glare Sirius left the office, slamming the door behind him before transforming into the large black dog that was his disguise in the outside world.

Severus stood in the middle of the room, shaking slightly. But not in fear- in anger, he really could have hit Sirius in that moment, but what good would that do? Violence can only be met with more violence.

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As Remus's eyes flickered open he took in the still sleeping form of Lucius. The other man lay spread out over the bed, taking up a surprising amount of space for such a slight figure. Remus smiled at the sleeping man and ran a hand through his long, silky hair. As he did so he heard a laugh sound from the darkest corner of the room. Remus looked up.

There, standing by the window was Lord Voldemort; his snake-like eyes glowing and his cracked mouth open to reveal pointed teeth.

"Lucius," Remus whispered fearfully. "Lucius wake up."

Remus's amber eyes darted down to the body beside him but Lucius's eyes remained closed- unknowing of the danger that lurked in the room.

"What do you want?" Remus asked, his eyes meeting Voldemort's bravely, although now- when it came down to it- he felt anything but brave. Voldemort smiled and advanced towards the bed, reaching out his claw-like fingers he stroked Lucius's cheek.

"Don't touch him!" Remus said quietly but forcefully. He had never been this close to Voldemort before- evil radiated of the other man in waves.

The yellowy eyes snapped up to look at Remus, "Or what?" he hissed, an amused grin slicing across the parchment-like skin of his face. "What will you do little werewolf? Will you kill me?"

Remus gulped loudly and grasped the still sleeping Lucius's hand. He held the pale fingers tightly in his own, scared of letting go. He didn't want to ever let go. "I don't know." He whispered.

Voldemort's smile grew wider and a forked tongue flicked out to lick along the slash that was his mouth. Moving one claw-like hand he slashed a cut onto Lucius's cheek, "Pureblood." He hissed, leaning down to taste the blood that flowed down the pale skin and dyed the white-gold hair red.

As Remus watched he felt his stomach churn in disgust. "Get away from him!" he cried almost hysterically- pushing Voldemort backwards with his free hand.

The Dark Lord hissed and struck Remus on the face, "You have no right to touch me werewolf. As you had no right to touch him either, now he is spoiled. You have spoiled him. How dare you think that you are good enough to touch such pure blood?"

Remus looked back at the sleeping body of his lover, at the blood blossoming over his hair and he felt a tear slip down his cheek. "How dare I?" he whispered, turning to face Voldemort once more. "How dare you? You had no right to do what you have done to him. He isn't yours to do with as you please."

"He is mine." Voldemort hissed, pointing to Lucius's arm. "He bears my mark so he is mine. Now step away from him!" Using abnormal strength Voldemort threw Remus from the bed. He landed with a soft thump against the wall.

Remus groaned and clutched the back of his head, "LEAVE HIM ALONE!" he cried, struggling to stand- he seemed to have lost all strength.

In horror he watched as Voldemort cut down Lucius's chest. "Why doesn't he wake up?" Remus asked, "Why doesn't he wake up?"

Voldemort smiled at him, an insane, sadistic smile, before bending down once more to lick the flowing blood from Lucius's chest. Suddenly, hissing, he rose up and spat the blood onto Lucius's face. "You silly boy." He hissed to the sleeping body. "You taste of werewolf now, he has contaminated you."

Remus rose shakily to his feet and crossed the wooden floor to the bed; weakly he grasped one of the wooden posts and clung to it. "Leave him then." He said. "If he's so contaminated then leave him, let him alone to get on with his life."

Voldemort shook his head slowly, "I have no more use for him," he said slowly, the words burning through Remus's brain like fire. "But that does not mean that I will let you take him little werewolf. He is not for you."

Panicking, Remus reached out and shook Lucius- his head flopped to the side like a doll but still he showed no sign of awakening. "Please wake up, please wake up!" He cried helplessly as Voldemort produced a small silver knife from within his thick, dark cloak.

"Do you see this knife?" Voldemort hissed. "It is the knife he used to slit his own wrists open. He tried to kill himself because of you."

"NO!" Remus cried, clutching the wooden post tightly for fear he might fall over.

"I thought he was stronger than that." Voldemort continued, "But he wasn't. Poor Lucius- he'll never be happy now."

"No." Remus whispered, freezing as Voldemort placed the knife's blade next to the pale flesh of Lucius's neck. "No." he repeated.

Voldemort looked up, his eyes flashing and his teeth bared- in that moment Remus didn't think he had ever seen anything more horrifying. "Silly werewolf. You didn't seriously think that your little dream would work out did you?"

"Yes," Remus whimpered, tears trickling down his face and his amber eyes shining with love for one person, that person he so desperately had wanted to save. "Yes, I thought it would work out."

Voldemort shook his head and tutted, "Silly werewolf." He hissed, dragging the smooth blade across Lucius's pale throat.

Remus could barely register what was happening. His eyes widened as he watched the blood flow from the open wound, spreading across the pale skin, the white-gold hair and the silk bed sheets.

Voldemort studied Remus's horrified expression and laughed. "Well," he said with a twisted smile. "At least he wasn't in pain" Then, with another high pitched laugh he vanished and Remus's strength returned. With a heartbreaking cry he scrambled onto the bed and lifted Lucius's body to his own in a blood soaked hug.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, repeating the same words in a mantra. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Lucius remained like a doll in his arms, his head flopping backwards and his once shining silver eyes staring empty and lifeless at the ceiling. Eventually, losing all strength in his arms, Remus let Lucius's body fall back down onto the sheets. Lying down beside it he rested his head on the blood soaked pillow and stared, defeated, into the empty eyes. "I waited too long," he told the dead body sadly. "If I had been there for you before, if I had stopped him before……if I had saved you. You know I always loved you? Even when you rejected me- I think maybe even before you first spoke to me. I guess somewhere inside I always knew, I always knew I loved you."

With a small sigh Remus lay his head on Lucius's chest, shivering as the blood soaked into his honey and silver hair. As the sun set outside the room plunged into darkness, the bright silver moonlight creeping in through the window to highlight two figures- one as pale and cold as marble and the other lying beside this lifeless statue.

Along the hall Narcissa retired to bed, and at Hogwarts Draco laughed along with his friends at an amusing joke. Neither dreamed that their husband and father lay dead- his body cold despite the warmth of his bed.

(A/N) Okay- one more chapter coming up. Please review, I love reviews (as you have probably guessed.) heh heh heh.