The Three Keys
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
37
Views:
12,954
Reviews:
398
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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The Dark Lord at Castle Malfoy
TITLE: THE THREE KEYS
AUTHOR: Lorett
SUMMARY: A Draco romance/drama/action adventure. Follow Draco on a journey of self discovery as he grows to be a man before our very eyes and becomes so much more than even he dreamed possible. Watch as long-time adversaries form wary bonds of trust and old family secrets, long thought lost and buried, resurface and challenge everything once known as truth. And in the middle of it all, meet the girl that was destined to be by his side.
RATING: NC-17 (for language and sexual content)
PAIRINGS: Draco/OC - the rest are surprises - (DON'T POO-POO IT YET, JUST BECAUSE IT'S WITH AN OC KIDS. READ SOME OF THE REVIEWS BEFORE YOU SHRUG OFF THE STORY...I think you may just like it!)
BETAS: Thanks to Ronnie (RahNee), Neffy (EgyptsStar) and Sara (SlytherinsWench) for all their continued help, encouragement and friendship.
DISCLAIMER: Please note I do not own any of the Harry Potter Characters, that's JKR's distinct pleasure. I just own my humble Laurel and her family, any misc people you don't know and any spells that I identify as works of my imagination.
A/N: This story is not, nor will it ever be, Half Blood Prince compatible and I like it that way. In my happy little AU world, DD is still alive, Snape is still ambiguously evil, Blaise is one hundred percent Italian and Draco has not had to face Voldy to save his cute ass, as yet...
As this is my first fan fict I would love to get your reviews and comments.
Enjoy and thank you for reading!
Lorett
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CHAPTER 1 – THE DARK LORD AT CASTLE MALFOY
The Dark Lord stood, a solitary figure cloaked in darkness, the kind of darkness that left one devoid of peace, of joy, of hope. The kind of darkness that consumed one’s soul – of course Voldemort had bartered his soul away long ago, so this void suited his hollow heart.
He surveyed now from the tall castle perched on a jagged, precipitous cliff overlooking the Scottish coast, the rugged landscape of heather clad moorlands, their tall stalks ebbing and flowing in the breeze like the ocean below and the glens that pocked the scenery gouged long ago, during the ice age. This desolate place both soothed and wore on his patience, now though, with each passing day he grew more and more weary and irritated. He felt his time to reclaim his rightful place as ruler of the wizarding world was upon him. His cold gaze flicked over the sparse, circular tower chamber with disgust and his servant Wormtail stood silently at the door, twitching occasionally and keeping his eyes cast down, waiting to be addressed.
The Dark Lord knew he had entered long ago, only now, as he turned toward the fire burning in the hearth did he acknowledge him. “Have my instructions been carried out?” he turned to face Wormtail, his red eyes gleaming in the glint of the fire, long fingers curled in anticipation. The Dark Lord’s tone was light, but Wormtail knew better than to take his seemed calm for granted.
“We are awaiting a report back from our informants now, my Lord.” Wormtail’s voice was low and respectful, though the respect never quite reached his eyes, they burned with resentment which is why he kept them cast down always.
“The time draws near Pettigrew. I find myself becoming less and less understanding with my servants when they cannot fulfill a simple request in a timely fashion.” Voldemort’s tone was silky and calm, but Wormtail’s skin crawled just the same.
Wormtail jumped at once. “I live to serve your every desire, my Lord.” He said a little too enthusiastically. “I shall retrieve the informant and bring him to you at once, my Lord.”
“Yes, yes, Pettigrew,” Voldemort said softly and nodded, his gaze never leaving the fire. “I think I should speak with him directly.”
Wormtail squeaked and scurried away, bowing to Voldemort as he backed away quickly. "Yes my Lord, at once, my Lord.”
Voldemort turned back to the window now. Even in the heart of summer this part of the world remained cold, unforgiving. He was holed up in an ancient family castle built eons ago by a Viking ancestor of Lucius Malfoy’s on the remote coast of Cape Wrath, between Scourie and the Kyle of Durness in Scotland.
The castle was a virtually impenetrable fortress, unplottable, unseen by muggle eyes due to the many wards and spells cast about the extensive grounds. Accessible only by foot, or boat, if you dared approach the treacherous cliffs to enter the narrowly hewn cave hundreds of feet below, at the crashing surf line. To say it was difficult to get to, even in the best of circumstances, was an understatement.
It suited Voldemort’s needs presently; therefore he tolerated the deplorable conditions and remote setting. He needed a quiet place where he could strategize his plans unhindered - this was ideal.
He turned eyes to the coast that looked out to the endless Atlantic and Voldemort found himself looking at the ocean now, as he did often, for hours at a time. He had plans for this world, yes, great, great plans.
This place – this whole land, and all the lands of the Earth would be his. ‘Soon, very soon,’ he thought. His eyes gleamed with desire.
“Once my obstacles have been removed from my path, and I have the final prophecy, all will be in place.” His gray skin gleamed dully in the hazy sunlight filtering in from the window and he looked out again at the ocean sparkling and glittering at him like a sea of jewels, waiting to be plucked by his very hand.
He laughed, if that’s what it could be called. It was a sound of evil enjoyment, of pure malice. 'Once I have rid my lands of the vermin muggles and enslaved the mudbloods as my indentured ones, I will begin my rule of perfection, for eternity.' He hissed with the thought, cool pleasure and self confidence settled over him.
Nothing and no one was going to stop him from achieving his destiny. “Perfection,” he said softly, hissing again as he caught his reflection in the glass of the window and smiled.
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A/N: Yes, yes, I know, starting a story off with Voldy is risky. BUT, he won't show up agan for a while. Gotta set the stage, so you know what kind of mindset he's in.
Anyway, dear readers, don't give up yet! Give the story a go past ch 3 and I promise the action picks up!
Please take a moment to review & also give me your feedback. I would appreciate even a word good or otherwise! Much thanks – I TRULY APPRECIATE YOUR TIME AND EFFORT!
AUTHOR: Lorett
SUMMARY: A Draco romance/drama/action adventure. Follow Draco on a journey of self discovery as he grows to be a man before our very eyes and becomes so much more than even he dreamed possible. Watch as long-time adversaries form wary bonds of trust and old family secrets, long thought lost and buried, resurface and challenge everything once known as truth. And in the middle of it all, meet the girl that was destined to be by his side.
RATING: NC-17 (for language and sexual content)
PAIRINGS: Draco/OC - the rest are surprises - (DON'T POO-POO IT YET, JUST BECAUSE IT'S WITH AN OC KIDS. READ SOME OF THE REVIEWS BEFORE YOU SHRUG OFF THE STORY...I think you may just like it!)
BETAS: Thanks to Ronnie (RahNee), Neffy (EgyptsStar) and Sara (SlytherinsWench) for all their continued help, encouragement and friendship.
DISCLAIMER: Please note I do not own any of the Harry Potter Characters, that's JKR's distinct pleasure. I just own my humble Laurel and her family, any misc people you don't know and any spells that I identify as works of my imagination.
A/N: This story is not, nor will it ever be, Half Blood Prince compatible and I like it that way. In my happy little AU world, DD is still alive, Snape is still ambiguously evil, Blaise is one hundred percent Italian and Draco has not had to face Voldy to save his cute ass, as yet...
As this is my first fan fict I would love to get your reviews and comments.
Enjoy and thank you for reading!
Lorett
___________________________________________________
CHAPTER 1 – THE DARK LORD AT CASTLE MALFOY
The Dark Lord stood, a solitary figure cloaked in darkness, the kind of darkness that left one devoid of peace, of joy, of hope. The kind of darkness that consumed one’s soul – of course Voldemort had bartered his soul away long ago, so this void suited his hollow heart.
He surveyed now from the tall castle perched on a jagged, precipitous cliff overlooking the Scottish coast, the rugged landscape of heather clad moorlands, their tall stalks ebbing and flowing in the breeze like the ocean below and the glens that pocked the scenery gouged long ago, during the ice age. This desolate place both soothed and wore on his patience, now though, with each passing day he grew more and more weary and irritated. He felt his time to reclaim his rightful place as ruler of the wizarding world was upon him. His cold gaze flicked over the sparse, circular tower chamber with disgust and his servant Wormtail stood silently at the door, twitching occasionally and keeping his eyes cast down, waiting to be addressed.
The Dark Lord knew he had entered long ago, only now, as he turned toward the fire burning in the hearth did he acknowledge him. “Have my instructions been carried out?” he turned to face Wormtail, his red eyes gleaming in the glint of the fire, long fingers curled in anticipation. The Dark Lord’s tone was light, but Wormtail knew better than to take his seemed calm for granted.
“We are awaiting a report back from our informants now, my Lord.” Wormtail’s voice was low and respectful, though the respect never quite reached his eyes, they burned with resentment which is why he kept them cast down always.
“The time draws near Pettigrew. I find myself becoming less and less understanding with my servants when they cannot fulfill a simple request in a timely fashion.” Voldemort’s tone was silky and calm, but Wormtail’s skin crawled just the same.
Wormtail jumped at once. “I live to serve your every desire, my Lord.” He said a little too enthusiastically. “I shall retrieve the informant and bring him to you at once, my Lord.”
“Yes, yes, Pettigrew,” Voldemort said softly and nodded, his gaze never leaving the fire. “I think I should speak with him directly.”
Wormtail squeaked and scurried away, bowing to Voldemort as he backed away quickly. "Yes my Lord, at once, my Lord.”
Voldemort turned back to the window now. Even in the heart of summer this part of the world remained cold, unforgiving. He was holed up in an ancient family castle built eons ago by a Viking ancestor of Lucius Malfoy’s on the remote coast of Cape Wrath, between Scourie and the Kyle of Durness in Scotland.
The castle was a virtually impenetrable fortress, unplottable, unseen by muggle eyes due to the many wards and spells cast about the extensive grounds. Accessible only by foot, or boat, if you dared approach the treacherous cliffs to enter the narrowly hewn cave hundreds of feet below, at the crashing surf line. To say it was difficult to get to, even in the best of circumstances, was an understatement.
It suited Voldemort’s needs presently; therefore he tolerated the deplorable conditions and remote setting. He needed a quiet place where he could strategize his plans unhindered - this was ideal.
He turned eyes to the coast that looked out to the endless Atlantic and Voldemort found himself looking at the ocean now, as he did often, for hours at a time. He had plans for this world, yes, great, great plans.
This place – this whole land, and all the lands of the Earth would be his. ‘Soon, very soon,’ he thought. His eyes gleamed with desire.
“Once my obstacles have been removed from my path, and I have the final prophecy, all will be in place.” His gray skin gleamed dully in the hazy sunlight filtering in from the window and he looked out again at the ocean sparkling and glittering at him like a sea of jewels, waiting to be plucked by his very hand.
He laughed, if that’s what it could be called. It was a sound of evil enjoyment, of pure malice. 'Once I have rid my lands of the vermin muggles and enslaved the mudbloods as my indentured ones, I will begin my rule of perfection, for eternity.' He hissed with the thought, cool pleasure and self confidence settled over him.
Nothing and no one was going to stop him from achieving his destiny. “Perfection,” he said softly, hissing again as he caught his reflection in the glass of the window and smiled.
_____________________________________________
A/N: Yes, yes, I know, starting a story off with Voldy is risky. BUT, he won't show up agan for a while. Gotta set the stage, so you know what kind of mindset he's in.
Anyway, dear readers, don't give up yet! Give the story a go past ch 3 and I promise the action picks up!
Please take a moment to review & also give me your feedback. I would appreciate even a word good or otherwise! Much thanks – I TRULY APPRECIATE YOUR TIME AND EFFORT!