Life in an Alien Land 2: The Werewolf Chronicles

Thanks to Jilliane for fixing my commafication problems and for helping me clear up a couple of murky points in the story.



Chapter 10: Lucius Returns

Miss Weasley became a constant presence in my life, as she was with me at all hours, aided by Borowiec and Miss Clearwater. I don't know when, but at some point Miss Weasley had become vital to me. Her knowing smile, her fits of righteous anger (ofttimes directed at me on my more acerbic days) and her quick humour left me feeling hopeful and somewhat less ancient. Of course, I have never been a young man. I assumed the shape of a child when I was spawned, but life at Spinner's End had forced me to mature quite quickly. By the age of six, I was preparing meals when my mother was too beaten up to do so herself. By ten, the year I met Lily, I was treated to my first taste of work when I ran certain sensitive packages for a local gang of thugs. I was the main breadwinner at the time, so much a failure was my father. By seventeen I had taken the first in a long line of missteps, in my hubris, relying on my own maturity, which led me to the Colony.

Miss Weasley entered my domicile every night after the others were in bed. She slept chastely on her pallet and I remained on mine. Often I would wake and find her fingers enmeshed in mine. I never knew whether it was one of both of us who sought the contact, but we had not repeated the loneliness driven madness of that afternoon in December. It was February, and my regard for her was growing exponentially; I felt at once a dirty old man and a young swain with my longing. I wondered how much of the desire to be with her could be from my human nature and how much from the more wolfish form I was assuming once a month. I resisted giving into my desire to be physically and emotionally closer to her, not wanting to expose her to the curse, and not entirely sure I could preform properly for her if I did.

I had become nearly impotent since the day I discovered the wreckage wrought by Greyback on my body. The desire to copulate had not abated, but my body would not respond to any stimulus. This had led to a good deal of punishment and ridicule from Greyback. He was not my main concern, however. An impotent werewolf was a doomed werewolf. If I could not procure a mate, I would be relegated to the Omega position once I was changed, or worse, I could be driven from the Pack. As solitary as I had been all of my life, the curse required me to spend time in the company of other werewolves, or I risked madness. I suspect that is what had happened to Greyback early on in his infection.

I was coming closer to being a true werewolf, and I both dreaded the condition and longed for it. The pain of the turning had not abated. I was told that it would not until after I was fully infected and turned for the first time. I did, however, look forward to the time when I could repel Greyback's advances. I was sure I would be a more fit werewolf than he was, given his tendency to overindulge recently. He was running to fat, looking more like a neutered dog than the frightening creature I remembered from my first meetings in the Alpha's presence.

I would find out soon enough. Borowiec assured me that my infection was almost complete.

Borowiec was a puzzle. He had been a loyal lieutenant to Greyback when I first met him almost twenty years ago. Had I been asked to choose who would plot to usurp Greyback, It would not have been the quiet Czech. He had always struck me as loyal to the point of mindlessness. Perhaps it was Miss Clearwater that had changed his complacent acceptance of his position, or perhaps it truly was the fact that Greyback refused to take a strong female mate, but the man I once knew had changed. Or perhaps my own perspective had.

I viewed my life in a dichotomy now; Before Greyback and After Greyback.

My powerlessness had not changed in either situation, but where I saw an end with my death in the Before Greyback scenario, the wolf would not allow me to see that as an option After Greyback.

My conversations, though limited, continued with Lucius Malfoy. He had taken to observing the assault on Cambridge, which was going slowly. On most days he could be seen sneering superciliously at the mass of infected flesh before him as he strode to Greyback's lair.

He always found a way to direct a small supply of chocolate to me, a vice that I swore never to relinquish. He was generous as long as I continued doing as he bid. I knew Lucius too well to expect that his friendship did not come at a price, and a steep one, no doubt.

I had seen him earlier that day, picking his way across the cobbles, and around the never-ending fortification project that the werewolf pack had implemented since the Muggle military had been seen, once again, outside Lakenheath. I was quite alarmed then, when I saw the entire Weasley clan cross the same path that Malfoy had taken, and enter the Town Hall.

An hour later Borowiec and the Yank retrieved me, retrieved me, stripping me bare of clothing, and placing me in leg shackles and cuffs that were attached to a heavy belt aroundmy waist. This turn of events did not bode well for any of us, and as I was still unsure of Lucius' sympathies, I knew I must be cautious.

I had not been summoned to Greyback for extra sessions of rape and torture in months, not since my heart problems. That Lucius was to be present for my humiliation bothered me. Until then, he had only seen Greyback attack me once, and that was at the bidding of Dark Lord.

I stumbled on the stairs and the Yank steadied me with gentle hands as Borowiec looked on. We crossed the square and my guts felt like water as several of the Turned scuttled hastily out of our way, not meeting any of our eyes. I was brought before Greyback and Lucius, and I assumed the crouched postion required of me when the moon played no part in his violation of me, the chains jerking painfully against my exposed balls as I slid down.

Greyback sneered, "I told you he was broken, Malfoy. Lovely, isn't he?"

I dared a quick glance at Lucius and noted a fleeting expression of distaste before his cool features settled into one of gloating lust. I swallowed the bile that rose in my throat as I noticed the Weasley family arrayed about the perimeter of the room. Only Ginevra had ever seen my shame, the Weasley males having been otherwise occupied, but they did not signify. Frederick had as much as told me he had met the same fate as I, and Ronald was an imbecile. The thought of the Weasley matriarch witnessing my unmanning tortured me. I felt tears glazing my eyes as I looked away from her.

I felt Greyback position himself behind me and attempted to relax. I had learned that his violation would be less painful and bloody if I did so. The distinctive snick of his belt being undone came and I bit my lip, awaiting his fat cock's intrusion into my anus. Someone sobbed, probably Molly, if I could tell by the sound. I laid my head on my arms so that I would no longer have to feel their burning gazes upon my face. As Greyback drew my hips roughly to him, Lucius said, "No, Greyback, I don't want your leavings. Choose one of the others on which to ease your lust. Not, however, the girl. She shall be needed unused. I have heard very good things about the little whore."

I glanced at Ginevra and was puzzled by the dark look she cast at Bororwiec.

I felt Greyback's ragged and dirty fingers dig into my flesh, and knew that when I was allowed to wash, I would see half moon marks on my hips. Greyback huffed unhappily and began looking at the two boys. "Don't much like gingers, and these are..."

"Too long in the tooth for your tastes, Wolf?" Lucius' voice cracked across the room. "Yes, your proclivities are bringing notice. I am surprised you still have interest in Severus. Choose one or leave. You bore me."

Greyback chose the youngest Weasley male, and Ginevra's face hardened to diamond smoothness. I knew she was thinking dangerous thoughts. I was not the only Legilimens in the room. Lucius was very competent at the art. I prayed she would not chance to look in Malfoy's eyes.

The boy cried out as Greyback Divestoed his clothing and bound him magically in the same set of chains that had been used on me before I learned my lessons. I heard another choked sob from Mrs. Weasley, and an outraged cry from Frederick, as Greyback inserted himself in the boy. The younger Weasley male fought, a thing I knew from hard experience that would spur Greyback onto greater acts of cruelty and brutality. After ten or fifteen agonising minutes, the boy passed out, and the steady slapping of flesh on flesh was all that could be heard above the sounds of the family. I glanced at Lucius once more, not knowing what to expect. The Lucius Malfoy I had known before the Dark Lord won had never raped anyone. The act was beneath him. When asked to participate in those types of revels with his brother-in-law, Rodolphus, Lucius always declined, citing his vows to Narcissa. Now that Narcissa was dead, and the world as I knew it destroyed, I could not predict Lucius' reactions with any degree of certainty.

Lucius' face was as smooth as a pool of water but his eyes burned with malice. I wondered at whom he directed the emotion.

When Greyback came to his grunting conclusion, Lucius stood, a sneer marring his face as he directed Borowiec to revive the boy. He summoned Ginevra to his side and dismissed the rest of the family with a laconic flick of his fingers. Bruno hung back, helping Ronald to his feet and whispering words of encouragement to him. I saw all this as if from a distance.

I remained unmoving, hoping like the coward I had become, that Ginevra would please Lucius enough, and I would be spared his attentions. It was a horrible thought, one that I could not live with, but there nonetheless.

"Get up, Severus," he commanded in an exasperated tone as he released my bonds with a charm. "Put these on. I have no desire to see you in such a state of undress."

He thrust a set of my own clothes into my hands. I looked at them dumbly for a moment, stroking the fine woollen fabric and linen shirt as if I had never seen them before. Ginevra stifled a gasp and Lucius turned his gimlet attention to her. "Miss Weasley, Ginny, if I remember correctly..."

She made no response and I hissed for her to answer. Whatever Lucius wanted with us might not devolve into one of the sessions both of us had become accustomed to, if she complied. The girl nodded, her face still smooth and hard, her expression set in one of hatred. Lucius chuckled before turning his back to me, drawing her along with him. "My dear, let the man have his privacy while he dons his clothing. He has always been a stickler for decorum."

I thought I heard a choked gasp as Lucius touched Ginevra, but soon became engrossed in my toilette. I heard her murmur, "You let that filth rape my brother, but you want Severus to have his privacy?"


Malfoy answered steadily, "We all have to make hard choices, Miss Weasley. Your brothers were the most expendable and I assure you, Greyback's proclivities don't run towards your venerable mother. I have need of you and of Severus."

"To fuck." Ginevra's voice was flat, and I turned to look at her as I buttoned my shirt. The woman I had come to know was now replaced by that whore that had taken my cock in her mouth on her first day in the Colony.

Malfoy sighed and brushed her hair back from her face. To her credit, she did not flinch, but I could see the effort it took in the tightness of her shoulders and her clenched fists. "You have been so brutally used by all of us... No, Miss Weasley. I am here for treason, not an act of weak-willed conquest. Please, as soon as Severus is dressed, we shall be leaving."

Ginevra folded her arms across her chest and I hastily donned my frock-coat, the tie still clenched in my hands. "We are ready, Lucius."

Lucius took us by the hand and Apparated us away.

&*&*&

We found ourselves at Malfoy Manor, in a section of the dungeons of which few were aware. I knewm because Lucius had made me the secret keeper long ago, when the first war was not going as planned. It was an ancient priest-hole, more a suite now, built during the days of the Dark Ages, when Druids found no succor in most of Romanised Britain, Scotland and Wales. Lucius used to brag that Merlin himself had stayed at least a night under Malfoy protection. Of course, the family had been little more than clod-pated Saxon invaders, more intent on thwarting the crumbling Roman influence than they cared about the fate of some ascetic old Druid and his dried-up crone of a wife, but Lucius usually glossed over that little detail. The Malfoy family had only truly come into its wealth and its nom de guerre after the Norman invasion, when Clothehilde the Cunning had ensorcelled a delusional Frankish servant to the Norman invaders. Guy de Malefoi had become a lord by accident when his horse broke ranks and jostled his master's horse out of the way of a charge. Guy had carried the scars of his accidental heroism until his death, which incidentally was quite close to the event itself, given his choice of wife. He had no magic in his line, and had happened upon one of the most ancient Saxon lines of wizardry in England.

He didn't stand a chance.

On the night in question, the poor addled bastard didn't know what hit him when he ate at the table and looked on his wife who carried (unbeknownst to him) her cousin's bastard in her belly. If Lord Malefoi had chosen not to eat that evening, the Malfoy line might not have been established. The church would have granted an annulment on the grounds of adultery, so far was the golden child from the father's dark and sallow appearance. However, the poor bastard ate the trifles set on his plate by his young and lovely wife, and succumbed to a magical poisoning that night.

Lucius had related that bit of family history on a night when we had completed a particularly onerous duty to the Dark Lord. We had been ordered to slaughter a family and we did, both of us without enjoyment, but we accomplished the feat nonetheless. I think he thought that by relating his family's ignominious beginnings, he could expiate his own sins of the night. I never inquired more after he sobered. Lucius could be rather prickly on matters of family.

Ginevra and I learned, over a succulent roast and mash with gravy and mushy peas-- a meal that Lucius knew would appeal to my more plebeian tastes-- that Malfoy had grown tired of the Dark Lord's rules long before he was ordered to kill Narcissa. On the night that the Dark Lord Summoned the Malfoy family to his side, Lucius had already begun his machinations. He knew I was alive, and that I could provide a vital link to the scattered Order, and thus arranged for me to be captured with a few well-placed hints. He had not planned that Greyback would provide more entertainment to the Dark Lord than Lucius could devise. He did apologise for that much. I ascertained that he had arranged for members of the defunct Dumbledore's Army to be placed in safe locations in positions of, if not trust, relative safety.

I burned to ask after all my students but kept my own counsel. Lucius would reveal what he wanted when he wanted.

Ginevra listened quietly, removing plates from the table, and making herself busy. I was used to her activity, busy hands kept her mind from thinking on the darkness that surrounded her. Lucius watched her, the impatience with her activity evidenced by his raised brow and thinly set lips.

Finally, after minutes of her rattling the plates and nearly spilling the after meal coffee, he said, "Miss Weasley. You and Severus will be staying the night. Perhaps you might like to freshen up. The bath is just in there."

I could read the distrust on her face. "Thank you, Mr. Malfoy."

She made her way to the door indicated before Lucius added conversationally, "Oh, and darling, please don't attempt to escape. My son is quite volatile right now and I wouldn't count on his gentlemanly upbringing to save you should you venture into his clutches."

She gave a swift nod. I watched her go, suddenly aware of how much I needed her presence.

Lucius turned to me. "Severus, old man, is that love I see on your features, or indigestion?"

"Sod off, Lucius," I snapped, unwilling to assume the bantering tone we once had found so enjoyable. "You've mentioned many of my former students. What of Miss Granger?"

The change in Lucius was electric. He stood, pacing the small parlour in his ground-eating stride. He came to a stop in front of the mantle of the fireplace. He seemed to come to a decision as he cast a Mufliato over us and said, "She is here, and she carries my child."

I cursed in the foulest language that would come to me, and damned him for the lecherous bastard that he had become, that we had both become, all the while thinking of my own mauling of Ginevra only months before. Malfoy allowed me to vent my anger, anger directed more at myself most certainly, without interruption until I accused him of paedophilia. At that, he cut off my words with a spell and hissed, "Do not think that I am anything like that vile animal that has you. And may I remind you, Severus, Miss Granger is of age, no longer the child you remember. I did not rape her. She allowed me in her bed willingly. I had to protect her in this manner... otherwise..."

His mouth snapped shut and I thought I saw a suspect glimmer behind his closed eyelids. Finally he continued, "I worked very diligently to come up with a plan that could dupe the Dark Lord into doing what I needed. Things have a way of going awry no matter how well I intend them to turn out, Severus."

"Now you know what it is to live in my world, Lucius." I said, considerably calmer at his admittance of failure. "Do you at least care for the girl?"

Lucius turned from me before he answered, "She is adequate."

A lie if I had ever heard one. I waited with the patience that I had learned over my months of captivity and my years of spying. Lucius continued, "I could care for her, but Draco has become fixated on her. For her safety, once I impregnated her, I left her bed."

"I see."

Lucius gave a gusty sigh. "The hour is late, Severus, I must attend family dinner. There is a bed just down the hallway set up for you and Miss Weasley. I do hope I haven't overstepped, but Borowiec said you two were together. I shall see you tomorrow morning."

At his words, my quiescent penis surge to life. I felt the blood rushing to my groin with almost dizzying intensity. A night without the fear of discovery was the best aphrodisiac for my waning todger, if I could tell by my body's reaction.

Lucius unwarded the door and left. I waited for Ginevra to come from the bath, as a condemned man might wait for his last meal.


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