Eye of the Storm
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,581
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Eye of the Storm
The story behind this piece of fiction is my own work and so is the original character(s) – the characters and locations you recognise from JK Rowling however are not owned by me and are only borrowed for use in this fiction and I am earning no money from writing or publishing this – I write this purely for my own entertainment and yours and because I love the originals they are based upon so much.
~*~ HK ~*~
This story continues on from my previous story: Shattered. If you have not read this yet you can find it here: http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296764096
The eye of the storm
This is the second story in the Shattered series.
…He was considering whether to leave before she saw him, but she turned and he came face to face with familiar violet eyes. She smiled at him “Ahh Lucius…” she said smoothly “I’ve been expecting you!”
Her smile now cold he saw her slowly raise her wand and he stood still, not even raising his own in defence.
“Avada Kedavra!” she cried and Lucius saw a blinding flash of green light …
~*~*~
Lucius woke with a yell, he was still sitting by the fireplace in his room, he had dropped the glass of firewhisky he had been drinking earlier and the crystal goblet lay shattered by the side of his chair.
His heart was beating double time and felt like it would burst from within his chest – he was burning hot even though the fire had gone out. On shaky legs he stood and leant against the mantle, glancing into the mirror above the fire he saw how pale and tired he looked. ‘You really need to get a grip!’ he told his reflection.
Ever since the death of Tempest he had been haunted by dreams of her, sometimes he found her quickly, sometimes he was a very old wizard before he saw her again – she of course still looked vibrant and young – other times like tonight, he found her and she turned on him, killing him in the way he had killed many others.
Pouring himself another drink he walked over the window and opened it, trying to let in some fresh air to clear his mind and he thought about her…
Life had returned to its usual routine pretty quickly for Lucius after he had left the room where he had last seen – and killed – Tempest, routine but for the dreams that were haunting him. His plans to use the mirror had gone awry and he had lost both the mirror and the woman who guarded it. He had the feeling that they would meet again – after all she had pretty much said as much, but when and where?
The whole situation had left a bitter taste in his mouth – he was not accustomed to losing anything, and this time he had lost everything he had been aiming for. This more than anything angered him. The mirror would have brought him power – but the woman had created stirrings within him, and yet he had never got close enough to ease the cravings she fired inside him.
Time flies and none more so than when someone was missing from your life. Lucius knew this more than most. He felt that something – or rather, someone – was missing from his life. He knew what he had to do, he had managed to find the mirror before and now he would find it and her. He just had no idea how to do it – was she even alive again? How long would she be away before she started a new life, she might not even be reincarnated within his lifetime!
~*~*~
Two years later Lucius had still not found Tempest and he wondered now whether he was merely chasing a ghost. The enquiries he had made had turned up nothing and he now thought that maybe he should just give up –but he knew in his heart and soul that he would not, Lucius Malfoy always got what he wanted and he never gave up.
Eight nights passed once more and a frustrated Lucius returned home after spending the evening with his fellow Death Eaters, even they had remarked upon how distant and distracted Lucius was. When his friends had recounted their tales of muggles they had tortured and killed he had barely even smiled.
By the time he returned home Lucius was exhausted, his mind and body equally drained. Rather than apparating into the hallway of the house as he usually would – he went directly to his gardens and walked alone through the silent darkness, trying to quiet his mind to the jumble of thoughts spiralling through his consciousness.
His state of mind was not eased when he heard someone or something behind him. Glancing around and seeing nothing, he dismissed this as merely the breeze blowing through the trees. Picking a strawberry from a nearby plant he took a seat on a marble bench. Leaning back he glanced up at the sky and sighed. Raising the succulent fruit to his lips and letting his tongue snake out to run over the dimpled, sweet flesh – allowing his mind to drift to Tempest, in his mind it was no longer the soft juicy fruit, but her nipple between his lips. It was her puckered flesh he was caressing with his tongue. “Damn her!” he cursed. “The woman has made me insane…” But no matter how he fought against it, she had lit a spark within his soul and it was growing, try as he might he could not extinguish it. He needed her and there was nothing he could do to ease the urges she had created.
Even here in his garden – the place he came to clear his mind and to ease his soul – even here she haunted him.
He heard a sound nearby and he turned, spotting a black cat appraising him from the undergrowth, with a blink the cat slowly walked out and across the path and toward the house. As though the cat knew he was watching turned and he saw its eyes flash violet in the darkness, he breath caught in his throat as he thought about another pair of eyes the same shade of violet, and in that moment he knew that he would find her.
Glancing at the strawberry he still held between his fingers, he crushed it with a smile, allowing the bright red pulp and juices to run down his fingers. Raising his fingers slowly to his mouth he licked the flesh and juice from the warm leather gloves that encased his hands and closed his eyes, a slight growl from deep in the back of his throat punctuating the silence of the night.
Eventually Lucius walked up to the house and sitting there on the steps to the front door stood the black cat he had seen earlier in the garden. It was sitting there looking like it was waiting for him, as he neared the steps the cat hopped over the wall and slowly stalked away “strange creature…” Lucius mused as he walked up the wide steps towards his home, his eyes falling on a small object that lay shining on the top step where the cat had sat – Lucius picked up the object and saw that it was a tiny statue of the Egyptian goddess Isis. Turning it over in his palm he wondered how it had gotten there, for a second or two he considered the cat before realising how ridiculous that idea was. He glanced out over the gardens as though expecting to see who had left the statue on the step, looking back at the statue he realised that the goddess looked extremely familiar – then a thought came to him, the mirror that had brought Tempest into his life had been from Egypt and Tempest herself had Egyptian ancestry. With a slow smile he closed his fingers over the figure in his hand “soon…” he whispered into the darkness before going into the house and closing the door. No-one was around to see or hear him – except that is for a black cat with startling violet eyes.
~*~*~
~*~ HK ~*~
This story continues on from my previous story: Shattered. If you have not read this yet you can find it here: http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296764096
The eye of the storm
This is the second story in the Shattered series.
…He was considering whether to leave before she saw him, but she turned and he came face to face with familiar violet eyes. She smiled at him “Ahh Lucius…” she said smoothly “I’ve been expecting you!”
Her smile now cold he saw her slowly raise her wand and he stood still, not even raising his own in defence.
“Avada Kedavra!” she cried and Lucius saw a blinding flash of green light …
~*~*~
Lucius woke with a yell, he was still sitting by the fireplace in his room, he had dropped the glass of firewhisky he had been drinking earlier and the crystal goblet lay shattered by the side of his chair.
His heart was beating double time and felt like it would burst from within his chest – he was burning hot even though the fire had gone out. On shaky legs he stood and leant against the mantle, glancing into the mirror above the fire he saw how pale and tired he looked. ‘You really need to get a grip!’ he told his reflection.
Ever since the death of Tempest he had been haunted by dreams of her, sometimes he found her quickly, sometimes he was a very old wizard before he saw her again – she of course still looked vibrant and young – other times like tonight, he found her and she turned on him, killing him in the way he had killed many others.
Pouring himself another drink he walked over the window and opened it, trying to let in some fresh air to clear his mind and he thought about her…
Life had returned to its usual routine pretty quickly for Lucius after he had left the room where he had last seen – and killed – Tempest, routine but for the dreams that were haunting him. His plans to use the mirror had gone awry and he had lost both the mirror and the woman who guarded it. He had the feeling that they would meet again – after all she had pretty much said as much, but when and where?
The whole situation had left a bitter taste in his mouth – he was not accustomed to losing anything, and this time he had lost everything he had been aiming for. This more than anything angered him. The mirror would have brought him power – but the woman had created stirrings within him, and yet he had never got close enough to ease the cravings she fired inside him.
Time flies and none more so than when someone was missing from your life. Lucius knew this more than most. He felt that something – or rather, someone – was missing from his life. He knew what he had to do, he had managed to find the mirror before and now he would find it and her. He just had no idea how to do it – was she even alive again? How long would she be away before she started a new life, she might not even be reincarnated within his lifetime!
~*~*~
Two years later Lucius had still not found Tempest and he wondered now whether he was merely chasing a ghost. The enquiries he had made had turned up nothing and he now thought that maybe he should just give up –but he knew in his heart and soul that he would not, Lucius Malfoy always got what he wanted and he never gave up.
Eight nights passed once more and a frustrated Lucius returned home after spending the evening with his fellow Death Eaters, even they had remarked upon how distant and distracted Lucius was. When his friends had recounted their tales of muggles they had tortured and killed he had barely even smiled.
By the time he returned home Lucius was exhausted, his mind and body equally drained. Rather than apparating into the hallway of the house as he usually would – he went directly to his gardens and walked alone through the silent darkness, trying to quiet his mind to the jumble of thoughts spiralling through his consciousness.
His state of mind was not eased when he heard someone or something behind him. Glancing around and seeing nothing, he dismissed this as merely the breeze blowing through the trees. Picking a strawberry from a nearby plant he took a seat on a marble bench. Leaning back he glanced up at the sky and sighed. Raising the succulent fruit to his lips and letting his tongue snake out to run over the dimpled, sweet flesh – allowing his mind to drift to Tempest, in his mind it was no longer the soft juicy fruit, but her nipple between his lips. It was her puckered flesh he was caressing with his tongue. “Damn her!” he cursed. “The woman has made me insane…” But no matter how he fought against it, she had lit a spark within his soul and it was growing, try as he might he could not extinguish it. He needed her and there was nothing he could do to ease the urges she had created.
Even here in his garden – the place he came to clear his mind and to ease his soul – even here she haunted him.
He heard a sound nearby and he turned, spotting a black cat appraising him from the undergrowth, with a blink the cat slowly walked out and across the path and toward the house. As though the cat knew he was watching turned and he saw its eyes flash violet in the darkness, he breath caught in his throat as he thought about another pair of eyes the same shade of violet, and in that moment he knew that he would find her.
Glancing at the strawberry he still held between his fingers, he crushed it with a smile, allowing the bright red pulp and juices to run down his fingers. Raising his fingers slowly to his mouth he licked the flesh and juice from the warm leather gloves that encased his hands and closed his eyes, a slight growl from deep in the back of his throat punctuating the silence of the night.
Eventually Lucius walked up to the house and sitting there on the steps to the front door stood the black cat he had seen earlier in the garden. It was sitting there looking like it was waiting for him, as he neared the steps the cat hopped over the wall and slowly stalked away “strange creature…” Lucius mused as he walked up the wide steps towards his home, his eyes falling on a small object that lay shining on the top step where the cat had sat – Lucius picked up the object and saw that it was a tiny statue of the Egyptian goddess Isis. Turning it over in his palm he wondered how it had gotten there, for a second or two he considered the cat before realising how ridiculous that idea was. He glanced out over the gardens as though expecting to see who had left the statue on the step, looking back at the statue he realised that the goddess looked extremely familiar – then a thought came to him, the mirror that had brought Tempest into his life had been from Egypt and Tempest herself had Egyptian ancestry. With a slow smile he closed his fingers over the figure in his hand “soon…” he whispered into the darkness before going into the house and closing the door. No-one was around to see or hear him – except that is for a black cat with startling violet eyes.
~*~*~