White Flower; Black Dragon

Let this Blade be Swift




I ran. I ran as fast as I could. My feet hitting the dirt and the leaves crunching under my shoes. My cloak billowing as my fists clenched and I climbed the steps. I heard voices inside, inside the castle, inside my mind. It’s something one can never forget, or forget that easily – the knowledge of being found, caught, seen… it hadn’t lodged itself in my memories yet, it was something I tried to forget. Alas, my mind, the cerebrum, in charge of my every thought, in yet, unable to dispose of such unwanted flash-backs.

Then, my fist banging harshly on his door, the Headmaster’s door … someone I could trust’s door. The handle turned. And before I knew it, he looked at me with his saddened gaze, a pipe in his mouth, and his beard sleek.

“Headmaster.” I said breathlessly. “Headmaster, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to catch you.”

“My door is always open, Severus, to those who seek my help.” His misty gaze, understanding in yet clouded by another feeling… pity.

“Help?” I arched my brow. “You know?”

He nodded. This calm nod made me even more unsettled. Nervously I slid my hands down my robes, my breathing was ragged and my facial expression … anxious.

“I think you should come in and see something, Severus, something I witnessed, something I fear may happen. Or may unfortunately come to pass. It is something I cannot determine, but I’m sure Sybil can us. us.”

“Help us? What? What’s going on that I know nothing of?” My pleading became more intense and anxious.

“You came for a reason, did you not?”

I nodded to the Headmaster.

“Yes.”

“Then I think you should take a look at something…” The Headmaster opened the door wider, enabling me entry. I stepped forwards and swept in. My expression more morbid by the second.

“She saw us.” I said without thinking.

“I know, that’s what I fear Severus,” said the Headmaster softly, “It may be, that word has spread to Lucius Malfoy.”

I closed my eyes mournfully for a moment.

“Yes, I know.”

“Know what, Severus?” he asked.

“That they may have harmed her.” The words formed, they came out of my mouth, like a bleeding river, that indeed, the white flower may have been harmed.

“I don’t wish to imagine any harm has come to Narcissa Malfoy, but, I can’t say that it may be impossible. His honour has been stolen, you do realize the punishment?” the Headmaster asked quietly.

“Yes, yes I do.” My s’ were prolonged, as my need to see her intensified. I needed to see if she was alright, if no harm had come to her. A little piece of me believed in the happiness of those hours of love-making in a room, in a place, where no one knew our names. However, the rest of me was quite set on the terror of what would happen next.

“You have only but one choice.”

“Yes.” I repeated to the Headmaster.

“Mount your horse, and be swift, alas, be careful my boy.”

I nodded.

And I departed.



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The darkened hallways of the Malfoy Manor were empty, completely disserted. No elves ventured down this part, and if they did, it was on strict orders only. My gliding went unheard; however, I could not help the heavy beating of my heart as anticipation coursed through my blood.

Pushing open the door, I opened the door to the office, unlocked, easy to enter, his thoughts, swirling around in the basin. My fears, as well as the truth were floating around in there. And it was oh so easy to access.

Picking up a small piece of wood from the fireplace, I threw it out towards the desk – and then… of course… it was incinerated on the spot. A cloud of smoke lingered in the air; I knew this place was heavily guarded.

I slipped underneath the cloud of smoke swiftly; I stood before the desk, looking down into the basin. It swirled and with a sudden jolt, the world disappeared around me, and darkness filled my mind, the distant sounds of crying and moans issued from my surroundings. I found myself in a room, rather familiar, in yet, so much different.

Then, my eyes widened at the sight before me.

There she was.

Her fragile hands, tied to the end of the bed, she was sprawled on the floor, her legs flailing, brusied and battered, her bottom lip had a sharp cut, her mascara ran down her soft cheeks, pale as the snow. Her whimpering and howls of pain made me run forwards, though she could not see or hear me, or let alone feel me, I held onto her, I held onto her tight.

My whispered murmurs, “Shhh… Narcissa, shh, it’s alright, it’s me, Severus.”

Whoever did this, I knew they would pay; I would make sure of it. Then it hit me, their portrait, her and her husbands above the broad bed and the lavish surroundings. My mind reached blank when the realization struck me, like a blow to the face.


Lucius.


The door slammed open, my head whipped around, like a force of nature, a gust of wind, and I was forced backwards into the wall. The pain throbbed in my head, looking forwards, I saw. I was immobile. Unable to stop this from happening. An invisible blade sliced through my skin, not even the warmth of my blood could heal what I was about to witness.

Lucius had entered; he fell to his knees before the crying Narcissa. Her begs, her whimpers, her bright blue bruises. It was too much for me. I didn’t want to witness this. I did not want to witness this.

He spread her smooth and bruised flailing legs apart, his robes came undone, and his cock was throbbing at the sight of his quivering wife. For the first time, I saw the animal-hungry desire in those pale eyes. A betrayal-stung expression, the revenge which he could only get through inflicting pain on the object of desire.

He moved forwards onto her, beating her chest once with his fists, “Damn you!” he cried out, “Damn you!” He thrust himself into her, no matter of how arousing it was to watch; it was agonizing and ripped my heart right out.

Narcissa flinched and moaned and cried as Lucius began to pound into her, his merciless thrusts and scraping, tugging, revengeful hands did most of the harm, but it was nothing compared to the emotional pain felt.

She looked away from him, closing her eyes, the tears rolled down as she purses her lips. Then she opened her eyes, the pale blue sparkling with new tears, as if she could see me, a faint smile spread across her pale lips.

Lucius grabbed hold of her chin and forced her to look at him, Lucius’ betrayed and maddened voice rang out, “What?! What do you want? Do you want to feel his cock inside you? Is it him you want to touch? Why do you close your eyes?”

She flinched once more.

“No!” he growled as he forced her to look at him straight in the eyes.

The bed creaked as he pushed her against the wood, her bonds rubbing against her reddened wrists.

“Tell me you don’t love him!” Lucius had a mad possessive tone, which matched my own at times. Narcissa began to cry once more, the tears and mascara ran, the bruises shone in the light pouring in from the open window.

She shook her head. She defied him. She really did love me. Joy. Oh lord, why do you mock me? Taking a fragile angel and bending hero a o a puddle of tears.

I continued to watch, and then, as she cried out once more, his hand scraping across her tender breasts, across her rosy delicate nipples, oh so close to drawing her blood, her blood, oh, oh how I would give to pull her away. I closed my eyes, I took deep breaths, I tried to forget… I tried to look away.


Then…


Reality came back; the office around me was swimming back into view. I was no longer in the bedroom. I was standing before the basin, watching her, him, and the ripping bonds from a birds-eye-view. It didn’t look as bad as to when an arm closed in around my neck. My breathing… I began to choke.

“See what you did to her…” came the cruel voice of Lucius, murmuring in my ear.

“Nothing as despicable as you.” I replied.

“She’s nothing but a fucking whore,” said Lucius malevolently. It stung; it stung to hear those words spoken about such a fair creature.

“No!” I elbowed him in the stomach. He moved back slightly, I spun around, my hands grasping the desk tightly. The cloud of smoke was gone, and Lucius waeatheathing raggedly about two meters away from me. As I caught my own breath – he lunged at me, sent me flying across the table and then… a loud crash, the crash of a breaking window, the shards of glass penetrating the back of my head. My howl of pain, his gasp as we fell a few meters onto the grass below.

I recognized the place. This was where I first kissed her. I could still remember the snow. A brief smile at the coincidence, however, it was easily replaced with a frown as a fist was swung in my direction, forcing my head back.

I kicked forwards, pushing Lucius back into a wall. He slid down, and then looked exasperatedly at me. I turned over onto my belly; I clung to pieces of the grass and earth below me, hoisting myself upwards. Then I saw it, the horse, the beard, the deep blue cloak.

The galloping grew louder, the hooves drew closer, and I was suddenly wrenched up. I had been spared. I had been saved.

The pain and misery I felt had come full force. Where was Narcissa?

To Be Continued...