Daimons

Chapter 18


Severus felt light. All the burdens of the world were gone and in their place was a peace he didn’t believe existed, a calm that his logical mind was suspicious of.

“Always dubious aren’t you Dad?”

“David is that you?” Somehow Severus knew, with out being told, that this was his son.

“Yes Dad, time to come along. We have much to talk about.”

Sitting up from his reclined position he realized where exactly he was. Del and a handful of Healers were working frantically on his lifeless body.

“Poppy!” he uttered. Walking over to Edelman, he whispered in the Healer’s ear. “Del I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He kept repeating the phrase over and over again until David gently led him from the room into a lush garden.

“Poppy is happier now than she has ever been and when its Del’s time she will be waiting for him.” David led him to a wooden bench and told him to rest.

“Are we dead?’ Severus asked, his voice trembling. He sat on the bench, which was much more comfortable than it looked.

“I am. They’re fighting to save yours and Brian’s lives.”

“Brian, I named him after Albus. He must…” he looked to the ground, “would have been proud.”

“Nothing is written in stone. There is a good chance that you and Brian could still make it.”

“And you?”

“No, I’m dead dad. I won’t be going back, at least not in the way you may think I might.”

“What does that mean?”

“As of right this moment, nothing. I want you to rest for awhile.” The bench that Severus was sitting on transformed into a hammock. Severus drifted to sleep with the sun warming his cold bones. It was usually so cold this time of year. It was nice to feel the warmth of the sun.

David brushed the hair from his father’s forehead. “Sleep well dad.” He kissed Severus’ cheek. “We’ll talk when you waken.”

“David?” Severus said in a tired voice.

“Yes dad.”

“I’m sorry… for everything.”

David smiled down at his father. “You have nothing to be sorry about. You would have been a great dad.”

The slight blow of the wind blew David slowly away.

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Armstrong hadn’t moved since they got to St. Mungos. Numb from all of his pain, he stared blankly out of the window. No one dared to go near him. Miriam and two of the guards were nearly killed when Armstrong found out about the threat on his husband’s life. They would be back to normal in a week or two. Miriam would probably suffer from a limp for the rest of her life. Being the Daimon as she was, Miriam thought it was a fitting punishment for her lack of judgment. She was just happy that Armstrong didn’t kill her or her comrades, as it was his right to do.

Harry entered the waiting room with a platter of coffee. Ron, who was still covered in Severus’ blood, took his cup eagerly. He logically knew there was nothing he could have done to prevent what happened but he still felt a great deal of guilt.

Albus would have preferred a good shot of twelve year old scotch but settled for a cup of coffee. The twinkle was gone from his eyes, which were practically swollen shut from crying. Minerva, reassuringly rubbing his back, was to everyone’s perception as stoic and as solid as always. Someone had to keep their head about them and it seemed that by the process of elimination she was the only one left.

She had already planned the child’s funeral. The headstone would be placed at a later date, once Severus and Armstrong were able to deal with the situation. She had moved all the residences and their possessions to the grounds of Hogwarts where even a muggle bullet couldn’t penetrate the wards. A wizard using a muggle weapon, unheard of, sacrilegious, abominable; a crime that was worse than an Unforgivable. If caught, the wizard would be burned at the stake where his magic would be released into the atmosphere. She looked about the room. If the predator was ever caught he wouldn’t survive long enough to be burned at the stake.

Everyone sat in silence. The only noise was from a clock that hung form the wall that chimed every fifteen minutes. Armstrong counted those chimes. Sixteen chimes, a hundred and ninety-five minutes, each moment, for Armstrong, agony.

All eyes were on Edelman as he entered the room. With pleading eyes Armstrong looked to his friend.

“He’s not out of the woods but he should be fine.” Del sat wearily on the couch. His own life shattered. If it wasn’t for Arm’s insistence that he save Severus he would still be sitting on the ground with Poppy cradled in his arms. She felt perfect in his arms, alive or dead.

Armstrong let out the breath he was holding. “Del, the baby?”

“Arm, Severus will be in a stasis for months allowing the fetus a chance to grow strong. I’m planning on taking him home with me so I can keep an eye on him. He and the child will need constant supervision.”

“We’ll all help,” Ron added.

“Yes you all will.” He rose slowly. “If you don’t mind… I have a funeral to arrange.”

Armstrong reached out and grabbed his forearm. “Del…”

“I know Arm… I know.” He patted Armstrong’s hand and left the room.

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Voldemort was not pleased. Yes, he requested the death of Severus’ child but he wanted Severus to suffer the loss and to die by his hands. Poppy was of no consequences to him, a harmless witch that was in the wrong place at the wrong time. But what should he do about Lucius? He knew, even if Lucius didn’t, that he was caring his child. There must be a punishment, one that would not affect the babe.

The Dark Lord stared down at Lucius. The genuflecting wizard was not contrite but rather arrogant about his action. There was to be one Dark Lord. Lucius must learn his place. An evening of humiliation would be good for the arrogant Death Eater.

“Before I pass judgment on you, you who are my favorite, do you wish to defend your action?”

“No, my lord,” Voldemort was pleased by the answer. There was no defense for his actions. “But,” Voldemort sighed, Lucius couldn’t leave well enough alone, “I was only trying to please you.”

“Oh my precious, you did it for me… how loyal of you, how considerate. You tried to please me. Then I shall try to please you. Arise Lucius and receive your reward.”

The Death Eater was nervous. He had never seen his Lord act in this manner before. Gulping hard, he walked to Voldemort’s side.

“Tonight every man in this room will show you how much they appreciate your loyalty to me.” Lucius nervously eyed the crowd. How many men was there, one… two dozen. What did his lord have in mind? “As they show you their appreciation you will writhe beneath them, begging… for forgiveness… or perhaps to fuck you harder?”

“My Lord?” Lucius was barely able to speak.

“I’m only trying to please you, my precious. Come I have a potion for you, one that will make the night an exquisite experience. Look about the room, my most loyal subject. Each man in this room will coax an orgasm from you this night but not until you beg like a whore.”

“Please my Lord, I’m sorry… please, a crucio instead,” Lucius begged.

“You beg beautifully Lucius. I am sure that you will please your fellow Death Eaters and beg them as nicely.” Voldemort walked to his throne and sat, crossing his legs. “I would be happy to curse you except for the fact that you carry my offspring.”

He eyed his audience. “All of you best remember that. You can do what ever you wish to Lucius as long as no harm comes to the child. I needn’t tell you what will happen if anything does. Now Lucius, the potion and to bed with you. I will be in off and on through the night to check on you.”

Gavin watched from the back of the room and had to admit he admired his Lord’s imagination. He was planning to fuck Hermione this evening. He’d have to see how the night went with Lucius. With a little luck he could fuck both of them before morning.

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Hermione was bored. She had been locked in the room all day. The only one she had seen, since Gavin left this morning, was a house elf that brought her lunch. Otherwise, there wasn’t anything to do. ‘Damn, why hasn’t he come back? Why hasn’t he told anyone about her?’ she kept asking. As she lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, she fretted about her decision to look for Gavin. All the scenarios that ran in her mind kept telling her she made the biggest mistake of her life. Being the logical person that she was, she kept discounting her heart, which kept telling her, ‘no matter what happens, she did what she had to do.’ There was an underlying belief that everything was going to be fine, no matter how hopeless the situation was.

“I love you, Gavin,” she said out loud, “and now that I found you I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you go. Even if it means making you fall in love with me all over.” Rolling onto her side, she fell into a peaceful sleep.

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Lucius screamed his pleasure while another Death Eater pounded their cock into him. How many men had he had? How many orgasms were wrenched from his body as he begged like a slut? He had lost track hours before.

The room reeked with the scent of sweat and sex. Humiliated, Lucius laid in a puddle of semen, most of it was from his friends. ‘Friends,’ he huffed. ‘They’ll pay dearly for the indignation that they put me through.’ Lucius sneered. ‘They think they suffered from the hands of their Master, they have no idea what suffering is. I will destroy them all. I swear to Merlin they are all dead men.’

“Plotting, Lucius?” The Dark Lord stood at the foot of the bed.

“My Lord, why would I be plotting? My punishment was just.”

“You always were a horrid liar, my precious.” With wandless magic, the sheets were in pristine condition and Lucius cleaned from head to toe. “I would clean your inside but I don’t want to hurt our child.” He pulled Lucius into his arms as he made himself comfortable on the bed. “I have forgiven your misdeeds.” Voldemort kissed his lover’s shoulder. “We are much alike my love.” Lucius cringed at the term of endearment. “We shall have beautiful children you and me.”

‘Children?’ Lucius wondered if he was destined to become Voldemort broodmare.

“Not a broodmare but my consort,” Lucius’ Master replied as if he read his mind. “We will rule side by side and at night it will be my bed you will sleep. It will be me that fulfills your fantasies and you will give me strong, healthy children.” Voldemort stroked Lucius’ abused cock, wrenching a scream from him. “In pain my precious? Only one more person to endure tonight.” Voldemort played with Lucius nipple while he eagerly kissed his consort. “Remember to whom you belong.” The Dark Lord shifted Lucius’ legs until they were spread wide. Pressing into the badly-treated hole, Voldemort looked down at his lover. Lucius lifted his hips to meet the thrust of his Master. “You will be no one’s slut but mine.”

Lucius’ body responded to the action of his master and enthusiastically met Voldemort’s thrusts. While his body betrayed him, all Lucius could think of, was that the Dark Lord was truly… mad.