Disclaimer: Chapter One
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Warnings: Lucius and his naughty hands! (sorta) No LM/HP or LM/SS in this story. Sorry...
Chapter II
Lucius Malfoy was indeed a very slippery man. Not only had he convinced the Ministry that he was innocent, but he also got Severus to testify for him, by saying that he was under the influence of Voldemorts twisted mind. He'd have to repay Severus later; he always was such a good friend. Speaking of Severus, the man had recently gotten out of the hospital and was now away from that silly Pomfrey's incessant bickering, Lucius smiled at that. He felt sorry for his friend of course but he still was the same bastard that took pleasure in others pain and misery. Saying his goodbyes to Narcissa, the blond Adonis flowed directly into the potion master's private quarters, which created quite a surprise for Severus who was calmly reading in his favorite leather chair.
"Good lord Lucius do you always have to make such an uninvited appearance?" The darker man sneered as he looked up from his extensively large potions text.
"Oh come now Severus, you know you enjoy my company," Lucious smiled as Severus made a small 'hn' sound and went back to his reading. However, Lucius was not finish speaking, "are you not going to inquire why I'm here?" There was no recognition from Severus that he ever heard what his friend had said. Lucius Malfoy did not care; he knew the potions master was listening.
"I wonder how that Longbottem brat is doing, not like I care of course, I'd poison the worthless creature within an instant if I could."
"You could," was the nonchalant reply.
"Yes yes, but that's not the point, besides he has his own special little uses,"
"and what's that Lucius?" Severus said uninterestingly. Lucius walked over to Severus's liquor cabinet and pour himself a glass of brandy before turning toward his still reading friend.
"Why to keep others eyes off of Harry of course." Severus felt his eye twitch before finally putting down his book.
"That's actually why I came here today Severus, I'm hoping you would gather the boy here for me. It wouldn't do for an ex-deatheater like me to be spending time with Harry Potter now would it?"
Severus Snape was a man who didn't forget old grudges, and to say that he despised Harry would be an understatement. He hated the boy with a passion, and he has no remorseful feelings for the way that Longbottom bested him. The murder of Voldemort hadn't even fazed him, Harry would always be the spoiled, bratty, no good Gyrffindor like his stuck up father, there was no way in hell he could ever see or say otherwise.
"What do you want then Lucius, plan on making him your little toy?"
A small and yet wicked smile formed on Lucius's lips, "it's rather simple, all you have to do is bring him here to me and you will never hear of the boy-who-lived ever again, this will be your last favor." Severus's head snapped up at the last one, the thought of being out of Lucius's debt for all the times Voldemort could have found out he was a spy, it was a tempting offer. Could he really sell out a child to Lucius's sick sadistic mind? Of course he could, this was Harry Potter and Severus 'hated' this child.
"Very well Lucius, I'll go look for the boy, but this will be the last thing I do for you," sitting up Severus walked over to his portrait door and without a look at his blond haired friend he opened the door and walked out. The other man smirked in triumph as the portrait was shut, and sat comfortably down in the unoccupied chair while thinking about a particular unforgettable rendezvous with his green eyed beauty.
(Voldemort's Dungeons)
The walls seemed to speak to him as Harry Potter sat hunched over in the corner of his dank cell. He wasn't sure how long he had been down here for, the Riddle mansions didn't fair well with windows in the dungeons, so he was left to wait in the dark. It was unfortunate that he hadn't eaten before he left Hogwarts that night when he decided that enough was enough and he was going to go directly to Voldemort. To bad indeed, even Dumbledore's infamous lemon drops sounded good. Sighing, Harry buried his head in his arms and thought about his next plan of attack. There was no way he would be able to initiate his final attack unless he was in the presence of both Voldemort and his death eaters, two birds with one stone they always say. No one had known about his secret training in the room of Requirement while the D.A was not in session, no one knew that he had been using dark arts, to an extent. Mens Rea was a spell that was created with the help of Snapes Occlumency lessons. If it wasn't for the greasy gits persistent lessons Harry wouldn't have been able to delve deep enough into his own mind to discover that he could use such powerful mind attacks, and he knew they would work against Voldie, they would work all to well. The down side was that it required a certain amount of dark and light magic to enable, which left him totally drained and mentally unstable. It was worth it however, if only it would get rid of the Dark Lord and his goons for good. Harry was ready and willing to risk everything. And this way he wouldn't make the mistake of almost getting Sirius killed by nearly having him fall into a unknown veil, although Beatrix would pay for injuring his Godfather, her death would be quite painful.
Before nodding off into a light doze the boy-who-lived was visited by a most unwelcomed guest.
"Lucius, what a present surprise, here to torture me like the other Voldie suck ups?" If Lucius was amused he did not show it, instead he continued to stare at the black haired boy who was growing nervous under the silver gaze.
"Up until now Potter I didn't realize just how remarkably striking you are. You must have many fans indeed," at Harry's confused glance Lucius unlocked the cell door and gracefully stepped up to it's prisoner.
"Your eyes have been entrancing me for so long now, strange how a half blood could do that. Perhaps it is because you are Harry Potter the boy-who-lived, or perhaps they are the eyes of devil indeed."
"I'm not in the mood for your sick mind games Malfoy, piss off," chuckling, Lucius bent down and lifted the teen off the floor by the front of his dirtied and torn shirt. Harry's hands were tied behind his back so instead he tried to kick Lucius hard in the shins, all proved useless as the blonde easily blocked the kick and pressed himself up against Harry who was beginning to think this was a normal torture session.
"Get off me Malfoy!"
"No," he purred, "I'm rather enjoying myself. Besides, such a beautiful and rare creature such as yourself belongs in my collection, don't you think so?"
"What are you talking about!?" The teen was becoming scared at the blonds advances, he was way to close for comfort.
The man brushed stray locks from Harry's face, while looking deep into ever darkening emeralds. There was so much Malfoy Senior wanted from this boy, so much he could give, whether it be willingly or not. 'When 'master' is out of the picture I will gain all that I've worked so hard to attain. I trained you Potter, though you may not know it, I've trained you for what's to come.'
"Well perhaps I better leave," letting the stunned boy drop to the ground the ever-elegant Lucius Malfoy stepped out of the cell and closed the door. "Perhaps next time we can dine together Harry, I do so look forward to it."
'As if I'd ever eat with you Malfoy," Harry thought shrewdly. It was going to be a long night. Or was it day?
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Lucius gracefully plopped down on his plush king size bed and stared almost dreamily up at the ceiling. When the Potter boy was found and brought to him he would finally become Lord of the wizarding world, just like he was supposed to.
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Harry POV
Obsidian, it is a never-ending torrid of a stygian hue. I know my eyes are open and I am dreaming, but why? Is this hell? I am rather warm, but the fires of the underworld would burn, not comfort. Even in this dream like state I do not feel the injuries and ailments that I did when conscious, I honestly miss it. I would know if I am alive or not, but I know that I must be for reasons beyond me.
I do hear the faint sound of someone calling my name; it is male, but indefinable. Feeling as though I should come to the beckoner I reach out my hand into the darkness, hoping beyond hope, that someone would take it.
Just as soon as it had come the voice fades then disappears. Leaving me alone in the darkness once again.
TBC!
There will be no LM/HP! Although Lucius is kind of a pervert. I think he would be. Tee hee! Lucius wants Harry for other reasons, he's just really giddy about what he's planning.
Thanks to the reviewers, you make me smile, keep up the good work.