Godfather


"Severus. . ."

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose. "What do you want of me, Lucius?" His voice was worn and tired.

The sound tugged at something inside, but Lucius pushed the feeling away, as he'd been forced to do with so many others. "I. . ." he paused, knowing how much what he was asking would hurt. "Will you be Godfather to my son?"

Severus stopped breathing, but Lucius didn't dare move closer to check on him.

Severus met Lucius' gaze, black eyes flat. "Yes." he said.

Lucius let out a slow breath. "Thank you, my old frien-"

"Get out." Severus said, his voice tonelessly smooth, matching eerily calm eyes as he watched Lucius' nerves manifest uncharacteristically. "Don't come back. Ever."

Lucius breathed raggedly, silvery eyes dimming. "I. . . Apologies." he said simply, backing away and slipping sideways through the door, watching Severus until it closed, though his old lover never looked back.

It had been a horrible thing to do, and he knew it - had known it when he'd first brought it up with Narcissa, and during every subsequent fight. The bottom line was that he knew Severus would protect his son, though he loathed Narcissa - even if he now hated Lucius.

~Fin~


As my notes say . . . not really waiting to hit the sore spots with this series, am I?