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Chapter XI
Lovely Reviewers:
Lauriurix - Let's se if you have the same to say after this chapter.
HermioneMalfoyFan - Honey, you ain't begun to see mean yet. I'm cold.
Citten - Don't worry your pretty head about the sequel. All will be made clear in time, and none of it will be written until this one is finished. I am working overtime to get to this done. Read on, faithful friend. He needed to hear it. But that Hermione and sharing bits of future with people...tsk tsk tsk!
Shetan - Never worry, never fear, updates are always soon.
Avanell - Read on for answers to questions.
LaBibliographe - He is much more open, as the younger group of people tend to be with their friends. Hermione is more into books than flesh as a general rule (that is my opinion at any rate.), and I think she would still be fully embarrassed because, let's face it, Lucius Malfoy is at the top of sexual beauty and Ronald Bilius Weasley is far from Lucius' placement (in my estimation *wink*) SUSPENCE SUSPENCE! It's fun as long as the author is fast with the update. If not, it is HURTFUL!
meankitty69 - Nervous is good. It tells me that I've built good suspence.
LadyVoldemort87 - I know. I knew you would be when I went to bed. Can't explain how I knew. But I did. I'M A SEER (a better one than Trelawney.)! Remus is my lover! HE'S ALIVE! He didn't marry that Nymphadora person!
Apple - I'm glad that it is evoking that kind of emotion. It is good to hear always.
Heidi191976 - Scroll on down.
ChibiVampire - The next chapter is here now, feel free to read. I am glad that you read it all in one setting. I'm glad it's that good.
Miss Lilac - Winding down the evening? It's barely midafternoon where I am.
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Forward with Chapter XI. It is a bit short, but any longer and it would have felt forced. It was the best spot to stop with it.
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Lucius landed in a clearing surrounded by dozens of tall trees. About half a dozen beings in long black robes and skeletal looking masks surrounded a central figure who wore no mask. He felt bile rise in his throat at the sight of the red-eyed, slit-nosed, snaky looking creature. His father served that?
No one spoke to him as he looked around trying to discern his father, not that he thought the old man would walk four inches for him though he believed his father would walk forty miles for fire whiskey when he was too drunk to apparate without risking a splinch or take the floo without the risk of slurring words and ending up in the wrong grate.
“Lucius, your father says that you have desire to be among the elite of my circle.”
Lucius stared at the creature talking to him. He kept his face neutral and mental walls up so the Dark Lord wouldn't know how reviled Lucius was by him.
“Is this so?”
Lucius didn’t know what to say, “No thanks,” “You’re hideous,” “I’d rather be kissed by a dementor.” The list of things he would rather do was endless so he settled on one word far too late for the Dark Lord’s approval.
“Yes.”
“You hesitated a long time, boy,” the Dark Lord said with lips turned down. “Crucio.”
Fire rushing through his veins. Bones snapping. Eyes clinched shut. His limbs wildly convulsing. His voice screaming to the heavens. Pain was all he knew. He felt as if he flesh was being peeled off and muscles were slowly being detached from his bones. Every nerve cell was firing and telling him of this pain.
The curse was lifted after about a minute.
Lucius whimpered a bit and twitched on the ground as tears poured down his cheeks.
The Dark Lord held his wand on him and laughed in a high tone.
“Thought your son was a little more stout than that,” the Dark Lord said to a man two spaces to his left.
Lucius managed to look at whom the Dark Lord addressed and saw the man’s hand twitch.
“Get up boy!” came the high pitched order from the Dark Lord.
Lucius struggled to his knees before managing to get to his feet wobbling terribly and staring at the ground.
What had he done? Why had he come here?
“Do you wish to take your place among my noble followers and purge the world of all those unable and unfit to study magic?”
“Yes,” Lucius said quickly. He didn’t want to be hit with that curse again for delaying his answer.
The Dark Lord frowned, “You answered very quickly, Lucius. I’m not certain you understand the burden of joining us. Crucio!”
Lucius collapsed to the ground again feeling the same agonizing pain. He was vaguely aware of scraping his face against something sharp. He wanted to die.
No. No, he couldn’t die. Hermione was waiting for him.
The Dark Lord held the spell on Lucius longer that time. High pitched laughter filled the air the entire time. It was joined by a maniacal sound that chilled Lucius’ blood. Bellatrix, that mad woman, was here. It was lifted after less than five minutes.
“Rise Lucius,” the Dark Lord said.
Lucius struggled to his feet. He felt blood on his face, and he stared at the ground as he teetered. He noticed somewhere in the back of his mind, that the foliage around the Dark Lord’s feet was surrounded by browning grass and mud.
“Come to me, Lucius. Come and receive the mark,” the voice said.
Lucius could hear the smile in the man’s words. He stumbled as he made his way to the wizard.
The Dark Lord seized his left arm near the elbow and forced him to his knees in the mud. He felt two hands belonging to separate people who had flanked the pale, snaky man grasp his arm turning it so his forearm was up and pulling his sleeve back to expose smooth flesh. The harsh point of a wand jabbed his arm, and he could hear the whispering of a spell.
“AAHH!” Lucius couldn’t help the cry that slipped from his lips at the burning sensation of the dark magic staining his skin. He tried to pull his arms back only to have nails dig into his skin.
He looked down at his arm and saw a black tattoo of a skull with a snake slithering from its mouth. He hated it. He cradled his arm as he stared at the mark.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” the Dark Lord asked.
Lucius couldn’t answer. It was revolting.
“Crucio!”
Lucius writhed in the mud screaming at the dark wizard’s feet. He could hear the laughter of the others around him. The spell was sustained against him longer that time, though less than ten minutes. He felt his stomach emptying its contents.
Then with a pop it was gone, the Dark Lord and presumably all of his followers had apparated. They just left him. Lucius lay there with his eyes wide open in the mud. He was in too much residual pain to even blink. He was aware of every ache in his body, every part hurt.
“Boy,” he heard a gruff voice and saw a pair of black leather shoes. “Boy.”
He didn’t acknowledge the voice or the foot that nudged him.
“Lucius.”
Lucius felt a hand on his shoulder lifting him up. He found himself in a lap.
Was Hermione holding him? Had he gotten back to Hogwarts?
“Look at me, Lucius. Look at your father.”
Lucius groaned when he heard that and turned his head away. He would not look at the man that was the real cause of his pain.
“Lucius.”
“Get out,” Lucius managed to say with conviction though his voice was feeble from screaming after being cruciated so many times even if the duration was what the dark wizard had considered short.
His father dragged him up against his chest and held him.
“How do you feel?”
“Some things are none of your damn business," Lucius managed to say as he spat out some blood.
“I’ll take you back to Hogwarts. I’ll wait until you’re ready,” his father said, rocking him a bit.
“What am I, three? I can apparate back on my own.”
His father ignored all of the weak snarls and held Lucius close rocking him back and forth clinging to him.
Too little. Too late.
“I never meant this to happen. I just—” his father tried to explain to him, but Lucius had passed out from the pain and heard no more explanations.
And Lucius was glad of it.
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Well, I hope y'all aren't too mad with me for this chapter. I didn't enjoy writing it. I do not like to make Lucius suffer. I love him so. But so be it, the Dark Lord enjoys the cruciatus curse too much for it not to be used on everyone who joins his ranks.
Drop a review. I should have an update ready by Monday at the latest.
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Lauriurix - Let's se if you have the same to say after this chapter.
HermioneMalfoyFan - Honey, you ain't begun to see mean yet. I'm cold.
Citten - Don't worry your pretty head about the sequel. All will be made clear in time, and none of it will be written until this one is finished. I am working overtime to get to this done. Read on, faithful friend. He needed to hear it. But that Hermione and sharing bits of future with people...tsk tsk tsk!
Shetan - Never worry, never fear, updates are always soon.
Avanell - Read on for answers to questions.
LaBibliographe - He is much more open, as the younger group of people tend to be with their friends. Hermione is more into books than flesh as a general rule (that is my opinion at any rate.), and I think she would still be fully embarrassed because, let's face it, Lucius Malfoy is at the top of sexual beauty and Ronald Bilius Weasley is far from Lucius' placement (in my estimation *wink*) SUSPENCE SUSPENCE! It's fun as long as the author is fast with the update. If not, it is HURTFUL!
meankitty69 - Nervous is good. It tells me that I've built good suspence.
LadyVoldemort87 - I know. I knew you would be when I went to bed. Can't explain how I knew. But I did. I'M A SEER (a better one than Trelawney.)! Remus is my lover! HE'S ALIVE! He didn't marry that Nymphadora person!
Apple - I'm glad that it is evoking that kind of emotion. It is good to hear always.
Heidi191976 - Scroll on down.
ChibiVampire - The next chapter is here now, feel free to read. I am glad that you read it all in one setting. I'm glad it's that good.
Miss Lilac - Winding down the evening? It's barely midafternoon where I am.
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Forward with Chapter XI. It is a bit short, but any longer and it would have felt forced. It was the best spot to stop with it.
*~-~-~-~-~*~-~-~-~-~*~-~-~-~-~*~-~-~-~-~*~-~-~-~-~*~-~-~-~-~*~-~-~-~-~*
Lucius landed in a clearing surrounded by dozens of tall trees. About half a dozen beings in long black robes and skeletal looking masks surrounded a central figure who wore no mask. He felt bile rise in his throat at the sight of the red-eyed, slit-nosed, snaky looking creature. His father served that?
No one spoke to him as he looked around trying to discern his father, not that he thought the old man would walk four inches for him though he believed his father would walk forty miles for fire whiskey when he was too drunk to apparate without risking a splinch or take the floo without the risk of slurring words and ending up in the wrong grate.
“Lucius, your father says that you have desire to be among the elite of my circle.”
Lucius stared at the creature talking to him. He kept his face neutral and mental walls up so the Dark Lord wouldn't know how reviled Lucius was by him.
“Is this so?”
Lucius didn’t know what to say, “No thanks,” “You’re hideous,” “I’d rather be kissed by a dementor.” The list of things he would rather do was endless so he settled on one word far too late for the Dark Lord’s approval.
“Yes.”
“You hesitated a long time, boy,” the Dark Lord said with lips turned down. “Crucio.”
Fire rushing through his veins. Bones snapping. Eyes clinched shut. His limbs wildly convulsing. His voice screaming to the heavens. Pain was all he knew. He felt as if he flesh was being peeled off and muscles were slowly being detached from his bones. Every nerve cell was firing and telling him of this pain.
The curse was lifted after about a minute.
Lucius whimpered a bit and twitched on the ground as tears poured down his cheeks.
The Dark Lord held his wand on him and laughed in a high tone.
“Thought your son was a little more stout than that,” the Dark Lord said to a man two spaces to his left.
Lucius managed to look at whom the Dark Lord addressed and saw the man’s hand twitch.
“Get up boy!” came the high pitched order from the Dark Lord.
Lucius struggled to his knees before managing to get to his feet wobbling terribly and staring at the ground.
What had he done? Why had he come here?
“Do you wish to take your place among my noble followers and purge the world of all those unable and unfit to study magic?”
“Yes,” Lucius said quickly. He didn’t want to be hit with that curse again for delaying his answer.
The Dark Lord frowned, “You answered very quickly, Lucius. I’m not certain you understand the burden of joining us. Crucio!”
Lucius collapsed to the ground again feeling the same agonizing pain. He was vaguely aware of scraping his face against something sharp. He wanted to die.
No. No, he couldn’t die. Hermione was waiting for him.
The Dark Lord held the spell on Lucius longer that time. High pitched laughter filled the air the entire time. It was joined by a maniacal sound that chilled Lucius’ blood. Bellatrix, that mad woman, was here. It was lifted after less than five minutes.
“Rise Lucius,” the Dark Lord said.
Lucius struggled to his feet. He felt blood on his face, and he stared at the ground as he teetered. He noticed somewhere in the back of his mind, that the foliage around the Dark Lord’s feet was surrounded by browning grass and mud.
“Come to me, Lucius. Come and receive the mark,” the voice said.
Lucius could hear the smile in the man’s words. He stumbled as he made his way to the wizard.
The Dark Lord seized his left arm near the elbow and forced him to his knees in the mud. He felt two hands belonging to separate people who had flanked the pale, snaky man grasp his arm turning it so his forearm was up and pulling his sleeve back to expose smooth flesh. The harsh point of a wand jabbed his arm, and he could hear the whispering of a spell.
“AAHH!” Lucius couldn’t help the cry that slipped from his lips at the burning sensation of the dark magic staining his skin. He tried to pull his arms back only to have nails dig into his skin.
He looked down at his arm and saw a black tattoo of a skull with a snake slithering from its mouth. He hated it. He cradled his arm as he stared at the mark.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” the Dark Lord asked.
Lucius couldn’t answer. It was revolting.
“Crucio!”
Lucius writhed in the mud screaming at the dark wizard’s feet. He could hear the laughter of the others around him. The spell was sustained against him longer that time, though less than ten minutes. He felt his stomach emptying its contents.
Then with a pop it was gone, the Dark Lord and presumably all of his followers had apparated. They just left him. Lucius lay there with his eyes wide open in the mud. He was in too much residual pain to even blink. He was aware of every ache in his body, every part hurt.
“Boy,” he heard a gruff voice and saw a pair of black leather shoes. “Boy.”
He didn’t acknowledge the voice or the foot that nudged him.
“Lucius.”
Lucius felt a hand on his shoulder lifting him up. He found himself in a lap.
Was Hermione holding him? Had he gotten back to Hogwarts?
“Look at me, Lucius. Look at your father.”
Lucius groaned when he heard that and turned his head away. He would not look at the man that was the real cause of his pain.
“Lucius.”
“Get out,” Lucius managed to say with conviction though his voice was feeble from screaming after being cruciated so many times even if the duration was what the dark wizard had considered short.
His father dragged him up against his chest and held him.
“How do you feel?”
“Some things are none of your damn business," Lucius managed to say as he spat out some blood.
“I’ll take you back to Hogwarts. I’ll wait until you’re ready,” his father said, rocking him a bit.
“What am I, three? I can apparate back on my own.”
His father ignored all of the weak snarls and held Lucius close rocking him back and forth clinging to him.
Too little. Too late.
“I never meant this to happen. I just—” his father tried to explain to him, but Lucius had passed out from the pain and heard no more explanations.
And Lucius was glad of it.
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Well, I hope y'all aren't too mad with me for this chapter. I didn't enjoy writing it. I do not like to make Lucius suffer. I love him so. But so be it, the Dark Lord enjoys the cruciatus curse too much for it not to be used on everyone who joins his ranks.
Drop a review. I should have an update ready by Monday at the latest.
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