Lucius Malfoy's Second Wife - COMPLETE
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
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17,582
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28
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Dementors
The character of Lucius Malfoy belongs to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing him for a while. No copyright transgressions are intended and no profit is made.
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Chapter Eighteen - Dementors
Warden Hart left Mr. Stone in his office with a guard, and took Olivia to her husband after checking through all the items she had brought with her. The prison was extensive and not very well-cared for. Dark seeping spots ran down some of the walls. It was cold and damp, being in the middle of the North Sea. Olivia could feel her husband’s agony and she wanted to hurry to him.
Finally, they reached a massive double-locked door, which the Warden opened with a secret spell. He needed his wand to open the charmed locks. They entered and went down a dark corridor to a solid cell door. The Warden told Olivia to summon him with a basic charm when she wanted to leave, spelled open the door and showed Olivia inside. He shut the door on her and left.
Olivia’s eyes needed to adjust to the dim light at first, but she quickly found her husband lying on his cot in the gloom. He stared vacantly at the ceiling. His hair was snarled, his clothing was made of rough cotton, and his cot had only a single threadbare blanket on a stained, thin mattress. The rest of the cell had a tin tub, a small sink, and a very smelly toilet in the corner. An old magazine had missing pages near the toilet. She could only imagine what the pages were used for.
“Lucius,” she said in a whisper.
Lucius didn’t even respond to her voice. He was in a stupor from the constant bombardment of the dementors. She could feel his sanity slipping by degrees, but he was still holding out.
Olivia knelt by his cot and put her hand on his forehead. He moaned at her touch, not liking the sensation of any emotion that could make him feel. He slowly turned and saw his wife beside him.
“Olivia? Why… are you here? Go… away!” Lucius relapsed back into his stupor.
She put her hand on his forehead again and sent her emotions of love and peace through him. The ripple in Lucius’ mind was enough to bring a dementor into the cell through the wall. It started to expand Lucius’ tortured, angry, guilty thoughts, hurting him. Olivia grabbed onto the dementor and began pouring good emotions into it, disorienting it for a moment. Then it tried to break away and turned on her. She had never felt the freezing emptiness of a mind like that before, and at first she recoiled. The dementor advanced into her mind and began to work away at her sanity. But it hadn’t known a true empath before. They struggled against each other’s minds for precious moments but in the end neither one could gain on the other. The dementor staggered away out of the cell. Olivia sat down hard on the stone floor. She was exhausted.
As Olivia’s emotional balance began to revive, she crept onto Lucius’ chest and huddled against him. This time she just sent tiny tendrils of positive emotions into his mind to avoid attracting a dementor again. She introduced minute amounts of good feelings at a time, and this time, Lucius surfaced long enough to hug her. Then he went under again. But his mind was a little easier and more comfortable than it had been.
Olivia built a thin shield around his emotions much like the one he had built for himself against others when she first met him, but this shield was to protect the implanted good thoughts against detection by the dementors. His old ability to control and protect himself from others was probably one reason why he hadn’t gone insane already. Ironic that one of his most difficult traits should have protected him. And he was able to subconsciously heal himself in a limited way using his innate gift, even though he had never learned its true power.
Lucius was not able to respond to her any more for the time being. She used a little comb she had brought for him, and slowly brushed out the tangles from his hair. It was matted in places and took a while, but it seemed to soothe him and he fell into a more normal slumber.
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Chapter Eighteen - Dementors
Warden Hart left Mr. Stone in his office with a guard, and took Olivia to her husband after checking through all the items she had brought with her. The prison was extensive and not very well-cared for. Dark seeping spots ran down some of the walls. It was cold and damp, being in the middle of the North Sea. Olivia could feel her husband’s agony and she wanted to hurry to him.
Finally, they reached a massive double-locked door, which the Warden opened with a secret spell. He needed his wand to open the charmed locks. They entered and went down a dark corridor to a solid cell door. The Warden told Olivia to summon him with a basic charm when she wanted to leave, spelled open the door and showed Olivia inside. He shut the door on her and left.
Olivia’s eyes needed to adjust to the dim light at first, but she quickly found her husband lying on his cot in the gloom. He stared vacantly at the ceiling. His hair was snarled, his clothing was made of rough cotton, and his cot had only a single threadbare blanket on a stained, thin mattress. The rest of the cell had a tin tub, a small sink, and a very smelly toilet in the corner. An old magazine had missing pages near the toilet. She could only imagine what the pages were used for.
“Lucius,” she said in a whisper.
Lucius didn’t even respond to her voice. He was in a stupor from the constant bombardment of the dementors. She could feel his sanity slipping by degrees, but he was still holding out.
Olivia knelt by his cot and put her hand on his forehead. He moaned at her touch, not liking the sensation of any emotion that could make him feel. He slowly turned and saw his wife beside him.
“Olivia? Why… are you here? Go… away!” Lucius relapsed back into his stupor.
She put her hand on his forehead again and sent her emotions of love and peace through him. The ripple in Lucius’ mind was enough to bring a dementor into the cell through the wall. It started to expand Lucius’ tortured, angry, guilty thoughts, hurting him. Olivia grabbed onto the dementor and began pouring good emotions into it, disorienting it for a moment. Then it tried to break away and turned on her. She had never felt the freezing emptiness of a mind like that before, and at first she recoiled. The dementor advanced into her mind and began to work away at her sanity. But it hadn’t known a true empath before. They struggled against each other’s minds for precious moments but in the end neither one could gain on the other. The dementor staggered away out of the cell. Olivia sat down hard on the stone floor. She was exhausted.
As Olivia’s emotional balance began to revive, she crept onto Lucius’ chest and huddled against him. This time she just sent tiny tendrils of positive emotions into his mind to avoid attracting a dementor again. She introduced minute amounts of good feelings at a time, and this time, Lucius surfaced long enough to hug her. Then he went under again. But his mind was a little easier and more comfortable than it had been.
Olivia built a thin shield around his emotions much like the one he had built for himself against others when she first met him, but this shield was to protect the implanted good thoughts against detection by the dementors. His old ability to control and protect himself from others was probably one reason why he hadn’t gone insane already. Ironic that one of his most difficult traits should have protected him. And he was able to subconsciously heal himself in a limited way using his innate gift, even though he had never learned its true power.
Lucius was not able to respond to her any more for the time being. She used a little comb she had brought for him, and slowly brushed out the tangles from his hair. It was matted in places and took a while, but it seemed to soothe him and he fell into a more normal slumber.