Author's Note: Yays! So I'm returning to writing. It might be a good thing. It might be a bad thing. I haven't posted anything for maybe a year…and I'm writing this particular part on a train on the way to my mother's because I haven't seen her in months. I can't guarantee the same weekly posts that was given for MBUS and MOC (which is still being reconsidered…okay, so I stare at the blinking cursor for maybe two minutes before something else catches my eye…). I'm now in my third year at uni, so things are gonna be a bit hectic.
Summary: Every fairytale has some truth to it. When Draco Malfoy is used as the Dark Lord's guinea pig, he slips into a daily coma, only waking during the night. The only cure to this is a kiss from his one true love.
Warnings: Angst (but not to my normal standards), torture, WAFF (how…strange…) and a lot of swearing. I doubt a lemon will show up in this…
Disclaimer: Do not own. I'm not profiting from this hobby of mine.
Status: Chapter one of nineteen.
Not A Fairytale
With a flick of his wrist, he caused the pale body on the stone floor to flinch, quiver, scream and bleed. He would smirk when he heard the bones crunch under his spells. The rush he experienced when he saw the long rivers stream down the stained flesh caused his own skin to tingle pleasantly. And the screams-oh how he enjoyed them. The boy beneath him had the most sinful voice when he spoke normally, but when he screamed, it was like he was defiling an angel.
The only thing that made it better for him was the scar on the boy's arm. It was his. The beautiful boy was his. He was his to do whatever he wanted. He couldn't express the sensations that thought caused. The boy was his to make, break and utterly destroy and had had done the first two options. And he was quickly moving onto the third. He couldn't wait to destroy the Malfoy heir.
They had gone beyond the usual Cruciatus Curse. If he used it on the blonde any longer, he'd go insane. He hadn't seen it happen lately. He was cautious around the curse now. It wasn't half as much fun to use on enemies that slipped off the rails, so he deliberately stopped when he knew Malfoy was close.
It didn't matter. He knew plenty of other spells that would harm him and maim him just as well. Directing his wand easily, the blonde was sent crashing to the other side of the cell. A smile crept across his mouth when he heard the bones crack sickeningly against the stone there and ordered his magic to bind Malfoy to the dungeon wall. With a rattle, both slim wrists were chained in place by the shackles he was so familiar with.
He watched as Malfoy's eyelids drooped lowly as the darkness of the unconscious world started to take over.
"No you don't," he objected and knelt down, slipping his body over the young Slytherin's. He deliberately positioned himself so that he was above Malfoy's wounded thighs, kneeling with all his weight on the slit limbs. Instantly, Malfoy's body jolted as he tried to get away from the hot pressure that burned his entire body. A howl of pain was ripped from the torn throat and salty tears ran down Malfoy's skinny face.
He had noticed that Malfoy's body had become little more than skin and bones after two months of near starvation.
Pocketing his wand, he reached out and grabbed Malfoy's pointed chin, forcing their eyes to meet.
"This is what you deserve," his high pitched voice claimed. "If you had been strong enough to kill Dumbledore yourself, I wouldn't have to put you through this." He ran his ice cold hands up Malfoy's bare torso and slipped a finger into a wound he found between two ribs. Again, Malfoy cringed and voiced his pain. It was music to him. Hearing the blonde go through so much after he disappointed his lord was something that made him happy.
"If you and your father hadn't disappointed me so much, you'd be safe, Draco. But no, you're both pathetic and deserve to lose every drop of blood I spill from your veins. It's best there, you jumped up little bastard," he continued with a hiss. "You might have the purest of blood within the wizarding world, but you and your father are useless to me."
With a sneer, he sent the back of his hand across Malfoy's face. Such physicality was rare from him. Very few could claim that they annoyed him to the point of forcing him to being physical. And yet Malfoy managed it again and again and again, which he showed by striking him constantly. He loved to watch that perfect face swell and break under his hand. On a particularly hard hit, he felt the boy's left cheekbone crack under his knuckles. With pleased eyes, he watched as Malfoy fell unconscious.
Waving his wand again, he healed the boy's injuries like he did every night. This was perfect as it allowed him to beat upon the boy until he was broken and bleeding and beautiful in that state whenever he felt like it. Merlin knew he'd never get enough of seeing the boy in that state. It's what he deserved, after all. He let out a heavy sigh and stood. When he left the dungeon, the door crashed to a close behind him.
His most loyal, Severus Snape, met his eyes before they glanced over the boy chained to the wall.
"He'll be alright," he sighed angrily. No matter how he treated Malfoy, he always made sure he'd be fine for the next day. And for some strange reason, Severus was overly concerned with his well-being. He suspected that the Potions Master was oddly attached to the boy. "Severus, have you finished the potion I asked of you?"
Severus held his head high, but despite how much he wanted to, he couldn't see far past those inky black eyes.
"It's only a few hours away. I came here to tell you that."
With a smirk, he raised his wand to point at Malfoy through the bars of the door. "Sectumsempra," he hissed out. Three deadly gashes ripped his skin apart, leaving him bloody and open. "Give him another blood replenishing potion but do not heal him. I want him scarred like that for the rest of his life."
His subordinate nodded his head at the order and turned to face the blonde. The man carried with him several different potions-especially the ones Malfoy was most likely to need. It never surprised him, but that was to be expected of Snape.
The other doings of the night called to him. He had things planned for that night, especially since he was to get his potion the next day. Oh how he was looking forward to getting his hands on that potion. Just as he walked past a window on the second floor, he caught his reflection.
When his eyes had changed during his transformation, he had been quite pleased. No one else in the world had eyes quite like his. They were red.
Harry Potter jolted awake in his sleep, covering his face with his hands as his entire body shook with the aftershocks of his dream. He had been in Voldemort's head again. He had been there and he had seen what the evil bastard was doing and he had seen what he was doing to Malfoy.
Never before had he felt so ill after one of those visions. It caused him to shake violently before the vomit finally came up.
Chapter One: To Try
They all stared at him as he told his story. It wasn't the easiest thing that he's had to do. Voldemort's torture had sickened him and he knew he was as white as a sheet as he recalled his dream. The remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix took in his every word. They couldn't seem to believe that Voldemort would attack his own follower. Especially not Malfoy of all people.
Harry took in a deep breath before he finally expressed the happiness Voldemort had felt when he realised his potion was to be his within the day.
"Do you know what kind of potion it was?" Minerva McGonagall asked softly once Harry had finished.
"I don't have a clue," Harry revealed weakly. "All I know is that he was beyond ecstatic. It made him so happy."
"And Snape's brewing these deadly potions for him?" Remus Lupin muttered under his breath. "He just happened to get his hands on the greatest Potions Master in the entire United Kingdom. This isn't going to be good for our side." Gingerly, his hands ran through his greying hair, reminding Harry just how close they were to the full moon.
Remus, however, had noticed the changes in Harry. Since Albus' death, Harry had slipped from everyone. He had thought that Sirius' death had affected Harry horribly, but the death of the headmaster had really changed the boy. They had talked after it and Harry had confessed that he had no intention of returning to the school. Hogwarts wouldn't be the same place after Albus died. It wasn't the place Harry had wanted to be. Without Albus, the school wasn't safe for Harry. It made Hogwarts vulnerable and that put not only Harry in danger, but all the other students.
The attack in Hogwarts made everyone wonder how safe they were. They wondered if Harry's presence made Hogwarts a greater threat. On the other hand, though, if Harry was gone, they'd lose the extra protection of the Aurors and the only living being known to defy the Dark Lord would disappear from the grounds. Such thoughts had put several of the parents off sending their child to Hogwarts for the next year. Most had decided that their child would be safe enough at home and didn't allow them to go to Hogwarts.
With all the changes occurring around them, Remus had to sigh. Not only was the public outlook and Harry's emotional state different, so was the Golden Trio. He had been watching the three young Gryffindors for years and it was only now that he had started to see the cracks. When Sirius had died, Harry had lost control of himself, but now, he was burying himself deeper and deeper into defeating Voldemort.
Harry had seemingly taken up Hermione's role in the group and had begun to read as much as he could. He was constantly reading thick tomes regarding the Dark Arts and spells to help him in the battle. The young man was working on becoming stronger. Often, Remus would see Ron and Hermione together, talking, without Harry. Upon question, he found out that Harry had willingly chosen not to be near them for that. It surprised Remus that Harry wouldn't want to be near his friends, but it also made sense.
Hermione and Ron were the closest things Harry had to family. If they were to get caught up even worse in the battles ahead, he'd have nothing.
However, knowing this didn't make Remus feel any better about the situation they were in. It was too much for Harry. To know that he'd have to take on Voldemort by himself was just far too much.
The timing couldn't have been any worse. Harry didn't need to see such traumatising events. For him to view the torture of one of Voldemort's own was devastating.
And now they had to worry about this potion Voldemort was receiving.
The werewolf looked up at Harry and sighed at the boy's worried face. "Yes, Harry?"
"Are you alright? You've been staring off for a while now."
Remus shook his head with a soft smile. Even though Harry was the one destined for all this trouble, he was worrying about him. "It's okay. I've just been thinking."
For a moment, Harry looked like he was going to question him, but clearly decided against it. He turned to look at Minerva. "So what are we going to do?"
"We need to think about this," Minerva said softly. "Do we try to get Malfoy out of there or do we focus on the potion more?"
Remus watched as Harry's face paled slightly. The thought of Malfoy being stuck in that place, suffering the way he was, was just plain sickening.
"We should focus on the potion," Moody declared from his seat. "Let Malfoy get what was coming to him. He and his father deserve much worse than what they're getting."
That, of course, got violent reactions out of nearly everyone in the room. "No one deserves to be tortured, Moody," Molly Weasley objected instantly. "He might have been a Death Eater, but there's no need for him to be going through that. As for Lucius Malfoy, he'll be receiving the Kiss without a doubt. The evidence against him is far too great. There's nothing worse than that." She let out a deep breath. "The boy, however, should be our greatest priority. He's Harry and Ron's age, for Merlin's sake. No one should go through all that torture, especially not a child."
"And just think-if we can secure him within the Order-if we can use You-Know-Who's torture against him, he'd be an asset amongst the fighters," Shacklebolt added. "He's the only person who's been capable of destroying Hogwarts' defences. How strong must he be?"
"Kingsley-." Molly's unimpressed tone was cut off short.
"We can't use a Malfoy in the Order. There's no need for a little git like him," Fred piped up. Both he and George had been added to the Order over the past year.
"Besides, look at how well our last Slytherin turned out," Tonks breathed. It silenced everyone.
Speaking about Snape and his betrayal was fairly taboo. No one did it.
Remus looked over at his younger lover and reached for her hand. She was close to tears thinking about Albus' death and how Snape's betrayal had hurt them all.
"However," she continued, "he is my baby cousin and I don't want to see a family member go through hell, no matter how much of a git he is. Lucius might have no chance, but Draco still might."
Harry struggled to find his voice. "He couldn't do it," he recalled softly. "He couldn't kill Professor Dumbledore, even though the other Death Eaters around him were supporting him. As much as I'd hate to admit it, he's not a Death Eater. Malfoy doesn't have it in him to be a killer like the other Death Eaters. That's why he's being tortured by Voldemort."
The name earned him a few shivers from the adults around him.
"I just can't justify saving Malfoy, though," George said, wringing his own hands at the admission. "We'd put too many people in danger just for him…it's not right."
"And it's right to let him suffer? Wouldn't we save a victim of Voldemort? That's what he is now."
"Even though that's true," Minerva claimed, "we can't afford to go on a kamikaze mission to get him out of there. We can't risk so many people just for one."
Harry looked down at his lap. It did make sense, but he couldn't get those images out of his head. Malfoy had been screaming with pain. None of them could see what he was going through.
"It could be falsified again, Harry," Remus told him and retracted his hand from Tonks so that he could readjust how he was sitting. "He could be trying to lure you the same way he did with Sirius."
"Why would he use Malfoy then? Everyone knows I don't care at all for that prat. And I could feel it. He loved cutting into Malfoy's body. I could feel my own fingers…" He trailed off. He really didn't want to vocalise how good it felt to slip his finger between the blonde's ribs or how excited the thought of him forever being scarred made him. "It wasn't fake. It couldn't have been fake."
The adults around him took in his words and said nothing more on it. "So what are we going to do?"
Severus didn't want to do it. Such a potion was deadly and outlawed for a reason. However, it was either he did this or both he and Draco would be killed. They were his options. It didn't take a genius to know which one he had chosen. Working together, they could be a strong force against the Dark Lord, and he was certain that after everything Draco had gone through, he wouldn't want to stay by the Dark Lord's side. It was only out of pure spite for the boy that Draco was still alive. The Dark Lord hadn't been happy with Draco's performance at all. Severus had seen greater wizards killed for less.
However, it would seem as if the Malfoys had pushed their luck a little too far. Lucius was imprisoned in Azkaban and was surely on the waiting list for the Dementor's Kiss. There was nothing Voldemort could do to him there that would be any worse than what he was already receiving.
And Narcissa Malfoy had left the country it would seem. The Dark Lord had searched for her briefly, but gave up since she hadn't been Marked. He figured Bellatrix would do a good enough job upon finding her sister. Blood may be thicker than water, but a servitude to Voldemort was liquid cement.
Narcissa wasn't worth the search. Especially not when he had Draco to play with. Every time Severus looked in on the boy, he was bleeding profusely from the several wounds Voldemort had inflicted. When he was allowed to, he would make sure he wasn't bleeding too badly had had any infections. He was sure Voldemort knew that he was doing this, but let the Dark Lord think whatever he wanted to. There was no disguising his fatherly love for Draco. As his godfather, it was very nearly expected.
Despite going through the weeks of tending to Draco's wounds, the hardest thing he had yet to do came when he handed over the potion to his Lord.
The Never After hadn't been successfully brewed in generations. The Ministry kept an eye on the ingredients and pounced on anyone who bought two of the ingredients in the one store. For this very reason alone, several of the Death Eaters had to purchase what was needed at different shops and stores in several different countries just so Severus could brew the potion for the Dark Lord. None of them knew why they had to do such a random thing, but each Death Eater played their parts and brought back each herb, rune and animal part back to Severus. The potion then took an entire month to prepare and concoct.
By that time, Draco had lost more blood than Severus had ever seen. It was only through the many blood replenishing potions he administered that Draco continued to live.
And now-and now Voldemort intended to use the Never Afteragainst him.
When Severus had first read up on the potion, he realised that it was the base of most Muggle fairytales. The poisoned apple had been based off the Never After potion, though the effects of the apple were much kinder than that of the potion Severus had brewed.
The Never After puts the drinker into a comatose state during the day-plaguing them with nightmares-and allows them to wake during the night. It is rumoured that only those who had yet to fall in love could be affected, but that made no difference to Severus. Being as young as he was, Draco was sure to have not known love yet and would therefore fall into the daily coma after consuming the potion.
Worse yet, there was only one cure for the effects. It was true love's first kiss.
And while that at first seemed corny and like a waste of time and effort on Severus' behalf, the reality was that Draco would have to find a lover in the times where everyone else was sleeping.
Not only did that complicate things, but the records weren't too kind. Few had fallen victim to the potion. Over eighty percent had chosen to take their own lives before they could fall in love. The nightmares were frightening beyond belief. Within that eighty percent, thirty-five percent had gone insane. The twenty percent of the victims who went on to find their true love all showed signs of anxiety and insanity in the long run.
Not handing over this potion was ideal, but he had the Dark Lord bearing over him. And then the Unbreakable Vow attacked him. If he didn't give Voldemort what he wanted, Draco would be killed on the spot. At least with the potion in Voldemort's hands, they had a chance of making a better life for the blonde boy.
With those thoughts in mind, Severus made up his mind and ladled what he could into a vial. It didn't have to be much. Only a few drops had to be consumed for it to be successful. Luckily, the mixture would spoil the moment water was added to the equation, so Severus did just that before he turned his back on it and left the room. The last thing he needed was for others to get their hands on it. An outbreak of Never After victims was beyond a nightmare.
Heavy thoughts bogged him down as he travelled up to the room where he knew his Lord was waiting for him. During the day, Voldemort spent his time bent over various tomes and maps, reading all he could about certain spells and locations. He was always planning something. And if he wasn't planning, he was torturing someone for entertainment.
Severus walked in on the latter of the two. Voldemort was sitting at his usual throne, watching his followers play. They had grabbed some random Ministry official and had decided to beat him up for two days straight now. From what Severus had seen, the left arm of that man would never function properly ever again and his shins were little more than bloody pulp.
Draco's presence made today different, though. He was curled up on the floor by the Dark Lord's feet. Chains kept him in place, but he was conscious enough to wince whenever the Death Eaters broke bones. He was a mess, dressed in nothing more than the grey school slacks he had worn the night of Dumbledore's death. The cuts on his chest had been magically healed, it appeared, but three silver lines were forever engraved into his skin. Voldemort must have been proud about that. He adored every mark he made on the bodies of those he possessed.
The moment the Dark Lord's eyes fell upon him, Severus felt the atmosphere in the room change. It was as if the Dark Lord had been waiting for this all his life. He sat up stiffly with excitement and quickly shooed the Death Eaters out of the room. With a wave of his hand, they were gone and the Ministry man was dragged along behind them.
"You have it for me?" he asked, almost like a child awaiting a gift.
As he nodded his head, Severus pulled the vial from his pocket. He had to force his body not to shake as he passed it on. His fingers very nearly didn't let go.
The moment it was in Voldemort's hand, he raised it up so he could look at it in the light. The blue potion twinkled back at him.
"I'm proud, Severus."
Severus could only bow his head. 'Proud' would not be his state of mind. His stomach churned and the guilt attacked him when Voldemort dragged the blonde between his legs up and draped the top half of the boy over his left thigh, bending his body painfully to the side. With one last tug, Draco was forced to look up at the Dark Lord with his back turned to Severus.
"You, my boy, are my guinea pig as of today," Voldemort said, deceptively tender, as he ran his hand down Draco's cheek. The same hand snuck around Draco's skull to thread into his hair and tighten until Draco's neck was strained backwards. His mouth opened with a silent gasp of pain and it took all Severus had not to interfere.
Once he was certain he had Draco's absolute attention, he dangled the vial above the blonde's face. "What do you know of the Never After potion?" When he got no answer, he continued. "The Never After potion is what some fairytales are based on. It's the poisoned apple, Malfoy." Red eyes stared deep into Draco's grey and discovered he was no longer holding back on him. No, the Malfoy heir had his protective walls down. He had truly given up. That, alone, told Voldemort that he knew something about the potion. "Did you know that the consumer is forced asleep during the day and can wake only at night?" A flicker behind Draco's eyes told him that he knew that already. "Ah, so you did. But did you know that it's rumoured to work on only those who had never fallen in love before?" He hadn't. "I see." Instantly, his red eyes snapped up at Severus. "Come here."
He obeyed and was before his lord in a moment's time. Severus had very rarely been this close to the older wizard. Often, Voldemort allowed his servants to kiss the hem of his robes, but they were never allowed to stand too close to him. For that reason alone, Severus knelt down beside Draco's broken body.
"You've loved before, haven't you?" Voldemort quizzed him and Severus instantly felt his defences flare.
"Yes, my Lord. I have loved before."
"Lily Potter, if my memory serves me right. You begged that I save her life."
Knowing that Draco had heard such words stabbed Severus deeply. The younger Slytherin didn't react, however. Lucius had taught him well.
"Yes, my Lord."
"Are you still in love with her?"
The questions obviously had a point. "No, my Lord."
"Are you in love now?"
This stumped him. He looked up at Voldemort, holding the other's gaze, as he thought the question over. "No, I'm not, my Lord."
Voldemort looked as deeply as he possibly could into Severus' eyes, determined to see the truth behind them. When he was convinced, he leant back in his chair, stroking Draco's hair.
Draco couldn't help but let out a gasp as the Dark Lord's fingers tightened again before he let go. "Don't move."
The order was final and directed to the young blonde. He used his left hand to now uncork the vial. With the smallest flick of his right wrist, he dripped some of the blue liquid onto his index finger and motioned for Severus to lean in towards him.
Despite the fear building up within him, Severus obeyed again and leant in close to his master.
"While I am eternally grateful that you provided me with this potion, Severus, you're needed in my little plan." With that, he reached forward and smeared the potion over Severus' lower lip. He gathered up more from the vial before tracing the Potion Master's upper lip as well. The look he sent him was enough to tell Severus what he had to do. Wordlessly, Severus' tongue slipped out to lick up what was placed on his lips. He ingested it, swallowing it, trying his hardest not to taste it or think about the consequences. Beside him, Draco was shaking in his attempt not to move. The starved boy wouldn't have much energy left in him. Not after everything that had happened to him. He was clearly struggling to not faint then and there. The fear wouldn't have helped at all.
"No matter the time of day, the Never After potion always sends the consumer into a coma. I must be immune to it because of my prior affections."
Voldemort nodded his head before he tipped Draco's head up, grasping at his hair yet again. All it took was one tip of his wrist for the rest of the potion to be poured down Draco's throat. Severus was sure Draco wouldn't even have the strength to resist it. For a moment, the blonde choked on the liquid, but had no other choice. He swallowed it all.
The moment the vial was tossed back to Severus, Draco's body slipped down from the upright position it had been in. Before Severus could prevent it from happening, Draco fell down, completely unconscious, and started to convulse.
Voldemort's smile nearly split open his face. He couldn't have looked any happier at that moment. The potion clearly worked on those who had never fallen in love before.
With a wave of his wand and a muttered charm, a large table appeared in the middle of the room.
"I want him on top of it so everyone can see what happens to those who disobey me, Severus," Voldemort said, watching sadistically as Draco writhed by his feet.
Black eyes looked at him wearily and wanted nothing more than to snatch the boy up and take him away. However, he knew he had no choice. Quickly, and as gently as he possibly could, Severus brought Draco into his arms and swiftly carried the surprisingly light teen to the table. It scared him that he could feel the boy's ribs and spine through the thin layer of skin. All the while, Draco fought against whatever it was in his dream that was clearly scaring him. More than once he struck out and attacked Severus instead. And that was just on the trip to the table. It couldn't have been more than fifteen paces.
Cautiously, Severus lowered him down onto the hard, wooden surface, and watched painfully as Draco continued to fight.
"It's a pity," Voldemort sighed from his throne. "The Malfoys are such pretty people. Even Narcissa was perfectly chosen for the family. If he wasn't so weak, he could have graced my bed, much like his father has before."
Severus had heard of such rumours before but had never had them confirmed until just then.
"I want Lucius to be freed from Azkaban, Severus. He's not worth much, but he is a good lay." He stopped to think for a moment. "And I want Narcissa brought in so she can see her son's suffering. We'll have to teach her for raising such a weak boy. I never would have expected it from them. The heir to the Malfoy family and a child of the Black family. You'd think they'd procreate a little better than this."
Severus took in the disappointed tone in the Dark Lord's voice. "Lucius didn't raise him as a killer," he observed, watching the blonde's body. "And Narcissa's gone into hiding. Both her husband and her son have been outed as Death Eaters. She had no other choice."
Voldemort waved his hand dismissively. "She's doing it to avoid us, Severus. The Ministry and their Aurors mightn't be able to find her, but it'll be an easy task for us. I swear, the journalists for that disgusting paper do a better job at finding those who go into hiding than the Aurors do. A scorned woman would be better at finding a hiding soul." He laughed at his own joke. "If only she had a lesbian lover. We could tell that woman that Narcissa had cheated on her. She'd be found and killed in no time. Don't you think?"
"Yes, sir. Women are extremely strange like that."
The Dark Lord shrugged it off and smiled again when he heard Draco whimper. "Do you know why weaklings like Draco Malfoy make such noises when they're being tormented, Severus? Mind you, when I tortured him down in the dungeons, he barely made a sound. It's the Malfoy pride Lucius tutored him in. If only he had spent more time in other areas."
"I don't know, my Lord."
"We scream to prevent suffering in silence. I want you to remember that." Voldemort let out a deep breath and watched as his beloved snake slithered into the room. The doors were charmed so that whenever she went anywhere near any of them, they'd open automatically for her. She was the only creature alive to walk-or slither as it was in this case-in on Voldemort without his expressed permission first.
The hissing that the two made whenever they communicated made Severus' inside dry up and die. He hated hearing them talk. It made him quite anxious since he didn't have a clue what they said to each other.
Laughter came from his master, causing Severus to turn around and face him properly. "Nagini wishes to feed upon your godson, Severus. I've disallowed her to. She's finding it strange since I often give her such a gift when she asks of it. Normally when they get to that state of being, I'm more than willing to give them over to her. They're not fun when they've reach their pain limit. This time, however," Voldemort paused slightly to let Nagini slide halfway up his lap so her head was resting there, almost like an obedient dog, "I've told her not to. Draco is still my little experiment for the moment, after all." Red eyes suddenly tipped up and eyed Severus. "You certainly are lucky that you weren't lying to me. If you had, you'd be in the same state as our favourite blonde boy there. And could you imagine that? You'd be punished further for lying to me."
"I'd never lie to you, sir."
Voldemort laughed openly at that, startling Nagini. "I highly doubt that, Severus, but the words meant something. You're far too guarded to not be hiding something."
"It's a force of habit," Severus ground out through his teeth.
The older wizard seemingly accepted that answer and leant back in his chair again. "I'm looking forward to Lucius' return. It has been months since I've had an acceptable bed partner." Severus nearly shivered when Voldemort sought out his eyes, and that caused him to laugh. "Do not fear, Severus. I'm not interested in you and never will be. I find myself attracted to blondes. If I were interested in men your shading, poor dear Harry Potter would have something else to fear when I finally get my hands on him."A dramatic sigh fell from his lips. "That'll be all, Severus. I have nothing else for you. Send Bellatrix in if you see her. She mightn't have the stunning looks of her sister, but she's good enough and willing for the night."
Severus nodded his head and tried his hardest to leave the room without looking at Draco. One glance would cause him to turn back around and attempt to rescue the boy. Now wasn't the time. Especially not with Voldemort and Nagini on watch. They'd never let him out. And then he'd have to fight against the guards by the door. He'd have to defend himself along with Draco's unconscious body by himself.
Something was nagging at him, though, and he knew it was the Unbreakable Vow. How it had allowed him to make the potion, he'd never know. His promise to Narcissa had been thrown out the window, it would seem. It made him wonder if Narcissa was still alive or not.
Just as he reached the doors, Draco's whimpers reached his ears and shivers raced down his spine. The boy was suffering in whichever nightmare he was having. It was then that Severus resolved to get Draco out of there the next chance he got.
He walked through the doors with a heavy weight on his shoulders, but ignored it the best he could. He headed down to his labs, where he would plot his next move. Halfway down, he ran into the one woman he'd been instructed to speak to.
"The Dark Lord requests your presence," he told her dully as he passed Bellatrix in a nondescript hallway.
Her smile mirrored Voldemort's. Bellatrix had always been a shade darker than most other people in the world. She was right up there with Voldemort himself. It was only her love for the Dark Lord that prevented her from being one of the darkest of the entire wizarding world. She had all the passion and none of the conscience needed to be as dangerous as Voldemort. Unfortunately for her, she was nothing but a sheep and not as strong as a few Aurors. Maybe if she had a century to work things out, she'd have the ability.
For now, though, she was a sheep and Voldemort was the shepherd. She did everything he said without a second thought. Severus hoped that that never changed. The last thing they needed was for her to go out on her own to cause destruction.
"Feeling a bit lonely is he?" she asked Severus. Her voice always annoyed him. Whenever she spoke, it was as if she was speaking down to him or taunting him. He, like every other male Death Eater, held the same position as she. She was barren and couldn't give the Dark Lord what he wanted. He had wanted an heir when his body had been restored, only to find out that his most loyal Death Eater wasn't capable of conceiving. That made her useless in his eyes and on the same page as the male Death Eaters.
"He wants Lucius out of prison, so this could be your last night with him," Severus replied as he kept walking. He didn't need to see her face to know that it now looked as if she had sucked on a lemon. As he turned the corner towards his lab, he could hear the heavy clip-clopping of her heels as she stormed down the marble hall towards the throne room.
The moment Severus got into his undersized lab, he cast multiple spells to check that no one had snuck in, no one was still there and that no one could get in without his permission. Wards were put up all around the room. From there, he started planning. There was so much for him to do over the next few hours to ensure Draco would be out and to safety before the next night.
He'd be unconscious for the rest of this day, throughout the night and the next day. He'd awaken at about seven-ish tomorrow night.
Feedback? I'd like to know what people this of this one. I think I'll leave it for a bit before posting the next chapter…I'm halfway through the third…