White Flower; Black Dragon

Lost Prayers of Lost Souls


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“…When their love was all but lost at sea
Quite unable to be seen
In the depths of their subconscious minds
There was something evergreen

If you wipe away her tears you\'ll find
Bitter sweet humility
It\'s the backbone of his dignity…”

- Love Affair - Olive


Headmaster. Headmaster? Good grief, it was him. Why had he come? He had risked his own life at coming to “fetch” me. My eyes twinkled as I was propped up upon the back of the gray horse. Glancing at the white cascading hair of the old man, it whipped me across the face repeatedly.

Really now… was this his form of punishment?

The old man said nothing to me. He just continued to ride across the small bridge, through numerous streams, and finally through the Forbidden Forest. My hips were aching from all this riding, all I wanted to do was curl into a ball. Sip some wine, or brew some poisons for a peace of mind.

As my arms snaked around the Headmaster, I thought for some time, I thought about Narcissa. I had no idea if she was alright, well… or even alive. I had a horrible sickening feeling in my stomach. There was also a small tingling sensation in my genitals, I needed release, and it must have evoked some terrible pastimes as a Death Eater to watch a woman be bound and ravished.

That was all in the past for me… but in yet so arousing.

The Headmaster obviously felt me harden, so he tugged at the reigns of the horse and came to a halt. I almost tumbled off, but my gloved hands held tightly onto him. A moment had past by, and the Headmaster hoisted himself off the towering horse. I soon too pulled myself off.

“Headmaster…” I said quietly.

He said nothing. I could tell he was worried.

He finally turned around, “Yes, Severus?”

“You seem troubled,” indeed… as was I.

“Of course I am troubled. Narcissa Malfoy has gone missing, she was reported to have been seen staggering through a long road to Hogsmeade… then she disappeared out of sight.”

I stared blankly.

“What?” I said disbelievingly.

“We can only think the worst… she apparently was beaten severely. Only the Order knows of this, no one else, not even the Ministry. Remus saw her; he was the one who reported it to me straight away.”

“Why didn’t he help her, Headmaster?” I asked, anger filling my system.

“He couldn’t. It would be highly suspicious.”

“How long ago was this?” I asked impatiently.

“Two hours ago. Two long hours. You took so long; right after you left it was reported to me. I grew increasingly worried for your safety, Severus, so I rode to the Malfoy Manor in search of you,” said the Headmaster.

“What are we to do now?”

“Nothing is to be done…” The Headmaster’s voice was strained.

“What is it?” I sensed something was wrong.

“Narcissa may no longer be amongst the living.”

I stared at him. This was all too much to comprehend. My silence startled him. An elegant black bird flew out of a tree nearby, and the trees surrounding us rustled. The wind howled, and my hair flicked back and forth across my face. There was nothing but silence. My face deadened and pale, looking gaunt and almost lifeless, completely drained of all colour. Here I stood, my feet on the dirt and leaves, my heart pounding wildly, as I looked as though a strong gust of wind could lift me off my feet and carry me away.

There was nothing I could do, and it shocked me to feel so helpless and suddenly, meaningless. I felt invisible, like I had when Narcissa wasn’t mine. And it dawned on me, she never really was. She was his, and he did what he liked with her, her life was in his hands, and Merlin knows what he would do with her.

I clenched my fists in anger. The mere blood that circulated through my body was swimming with revenge; I hadn’t felt this angry in years. Where was she? What had Lucius done with her after abusing her? Had the Death Eaters and Dark Lord found out? If they had…

My eyes closed at the mere thought. She always feared them; she had once walked in upon Lucius with a muggle woman, who was gagged and naked. Her jutting breasts and howls of pain as Lucius cut her here and there… on her most fragile contours. It was normal for us. Very normal.

“Severus – do you need a drink of some kind?”

I shook my head as I heard the Headmaster speak.

“I’m going to find her, Headmaster,” said I, contemptuously.

He closed his eyes, opening them he looked saddened, absolutely terrified of what would happen to me if I went along with the idea of finding her. He shook his head and sighed, “Severus, Severus, Severus. And what if you do find her? What if she’s damaged beyond repair… even worse, what if she’s been left for dead, bleeding and mutilated – how would you react then?”

The thought never crossed my mind. What if I had found her bloody and mutilated? I’d be horrified, the mere sight would rip me into pieces…



* * *



The man lifted her chin with his index finger. Her eyes were bloodshot and teary, the mascara stained her perfect white skin, the barely visible freckles on her nose had glistened with sweat, and her lips bitten and red as the cloth gagged her to a point where she could almost not breathe.

“Such a pity.” Drawled the cold and merciless voice. “So beautiful, in yet, a traitor.”

The woman cried as her screams of pain and terror were stifled by the gag. The cold soul drew his finger along her jaw line, down her swan-like neck, and to the sweet hollow. Her eyes glittered as more tears ran down her cheeks, she watched silently as his fingers played her rosy pink and bitten nipples. She shuddered in pain as his fingers concentrated on an open wound.

“Soon… Soon my pretty…”



* * *



I spent the afternoon trying to contact Lupin. The blasted werewolf was out of town and doing Merlin-knows-what. I needed to know what he had seen, and how much he had seen. It didn’t sound like him to let a helpless and beaten soul wander aimlessly; I began to doubt it was he who contacted the Headmaster.

Most of my clothing was sprawled along my bed. I held my robes tighter to myself as a gust of an unwelcome wind swept in through the dungeons. My office was always frozen, I hadn’t intended for my chambers to be too. This was how it was; I had to accept it this way.

I was tempted to send a letter to the Ministry informing them that Narcissa Malfoy had disappeared. That however, would be a bad idea. The Dark Lord had contacts in the Ministry, the last thing I wanted was questioning into the matter.

I hadn’t seen Draco in the past few days, I had no idea what he would think upon hearing of his mother’s disappearance, and I don’t even think he knew. I even believe that Lucius was so overcome by jealously and rage, that he thought nothing of the consequences of his actions.

d ded decided to rest a while. Consider what to do when I rest. Something had to be done. I wasn’t going to wait around for something absoloutely terrible to happen. I just needed a few moments to think…

I had made my way to my bed. I fell backwards onto my clothing, onto the cotton sheets that soothed my troubled thoughts, soothed my worried heart and soothed my tormented skin and scars over the years. I just couldn’t think of her, not right now. I just couldn’t, I just couldn’t bring myself to seeing her chained and bound to a mattress, ravished mercilessly and left to watch as she swallowed her own blood and choked slowly on her tears.

Some things are just not meant to be seen. Never.

To Be Continued...

Author\'s Notes: Bet you didn\'t expect me to post the new chapter so quickly, did you? Hehe... anyhow, WF;BD is coming to a close, the climax shall be coming up... very soon. Perhaps next chapter, perhaps another time... You never know. It will be the longest chapter in the entire fan fic, but trust me, it\'s got it all. GOT IT ALL...