Lithium and Mercury

Title: Lithium and Mercury

Author: Bleeding Star Goddess (BSG) and can be contacted at Toqkid@aol.com or Satarian@aol.com

Chapter: 1/?

Word count: 1593

Pairings: Severus/Harry, Lucius/Harry, Lucius/Severus

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings: This story will contain adult themes such as child abuse, pedophilia, mental insanity/instability, chain-slash, relationships of the homosexual nature, gore. This story is AU and does not contain any spoilers to the sixth book. You have been warned.

Genres: (MAJOR) Angst, Almost Equal Relationship, Alternate Universe, BDSM, Bonding, Non Consensual, Childhood,
Pre-Hogwarts, Dark/Slytherin/Evil Harry, Master/Slave, Threesome (Lucius/Severus/ Harry)

Summary: Harry is just Harry. Harry is just four years old. Harry belongs to Lucius. Harry belongs to Severus. Harry just doesn\'t know it yet.

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Chapter 01: Ravens and Doves

Lucius smirked as he gazed at Severus with critical eyes from where he sat in the high backed armchair beside Severus\' fireplace in his study. The heavy scent of the ancient tomes\' mixed and mingled with the heat of the fire and made the room warm and comfortable if only a little stuffy. The soft patter of the storm raging outside the window did not compete with the crackling of the logs.

\"Please tell me you are joking,\" he set his brandy down onto the table in front of him and gazed at Severus who was sitting in his own armchair sipping his own glass of scotch. Lucius steepled his fingers together and stared at Severus.

Severus sneered.

\"Lucius, am I one prone to jest?\"

Lucius would have rolled his eyes except he knew that any sign small or large of his lack of control amused Severus to no end.

\"Then I will handle the brat,\" he hissed and Severus smirked. \"But,\" he leered and Severus\' sneer fell, \"he\'s staying with you.\"

\"WHAT!\" Severus hollered and Lucius was really quite impressed that such a simple statement could make his companion fly off the handle so quickly.

Lucius raised a brow and Severus growled as he rolled in his temper.

\"Come now Severus, I certainly can\'t have him in my home. I have a son and wife. You, my solitary friend, live alone with only the elves as company.\"

\"You\'re leaving me the little horror? Don\'t expect him to be alive then, for I\'m sure I will have throttled him before weeks end.\"

\"Do you really have such a lack of restraint? The boy is four, I\'m sure he can\'t be too pathetic.\"

Severus raised a brow and Lucius-were he a lesser man-would have blushed. Draco was a perfect example of a spoiled monstrosity.

Severus sighed; they had agreed to do this together. Besides, he was only housing his newly acquired possession; Lucius would deal with the child, not he.

\"Very well, I suppose I could hole the child up in one of the spare rooms.\"

Lucius nodded as he took back up his brandy.

\"Shall we go see him then?\"

Severus, despite constant discipline not to, downed the rest of his scotch and stood.

\"Come then.\"


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Harry always liked the rain, while it did mean that the Dursleys\' would stay inside, it also meant that he would get to work outside and would get to tend to his garden. It was the only time he could go outside in the front of the house. Not a single neighbor in their right mind would go outside when it was raining (no matter how light or heavy) and so it was the perfect time to attend to the flowers.

He was sitting on the windowsill of the large bay window looking outside and counting the bolts of lightning and roars of thunder. There were dark rolling hills being pounded upon by the fierce storm. Harry almost couldn\'t see out the window.

He didn\'t ask where he was, he didn\'t ask why the Dursleys\' were dead.

He knew they were dead and while the thought frightened him, he couldn\'t bring himself to tears for the loss and he felt guilty for that. Shouldn\'t he feel sad? The Dursleys\' had taken him in, begrudgingly, but they had done so nonetheless.

But maybe it was because he was a freak; that was why he didn\'t feel sad when he should. Freaks were abnormal; they didn\'t feel what normal people felt. That was why he loved the rain when everyone else, everyone normal, hated the rain. That was why he could work in it and not get sick like Dudley did. Freaks weren\'t people. Freaks weren\'t anything and he was a freak.

The two men must have thought he was a freak as well. They didn\'t like him; they seemed to hate him more than the deceased Dursley family had.

He heard a soft whisper and turned his head towards the empty fireplace. His eyes focused not on the hearth but on the corner next to it. Shadows loomed there and the whispering came from the constantly shifting darkness.

He wanted to get up and see what it was, hear what was being said, but he was so comfortable on the cushioned seat with his cheeks resting against the pane of glass.

The closed door gave a soft creak as it opened and light spilled across the floor in the dark room. He didn\'t look up when he heard the muffled shuffle of boots against the carpet.

\"Harry…\"

He gave a small smile; maybe the two men didn\'t hate him, for they had given him a name. It was such a beautiful name.

He turned his head and gazed up at the man with the swirling pearl eyes, hints of silver and ice blue glowing in the darkness. The man came towards him only a little bit more before stopping, he was still very far away from, untouchable, unreachable. Harry couldn\'t really make out his face, only those glowing orbs stood out against the backdrop of hallway light.

\"Harry,\" he shivered as the man\'s soothing voice wrapped around him and he wanted to struggle to get out of the enchantment, \"Harry do you know what has happened to your family?\"

He blinked for the spell of the man\'s voice had broken, not by the voice but by the question. Family? Freaks didn\'t have families; freaks had nothing, not even a name. Thunder roared and lightning crashed behind him off in the distance.

\"I don\'t have a family sir,\" he replied softly and instantly regretting it.

He started to shrink back against the cold, foggy window. He had just said that the man was wrong, that he couldn\'t answer the question because the question was something based in fantasy. Lightning struck again and Harry caught but a brief glance of the man\'s face… too quick, too fast.
The man\'s eyes narrowed and he cringed.

\"Your aunt, uncle, cousin? Do you not know what happened to them?\"

Harry shook his head, he didn\'t want to, but he just didn\'t understand.

\"I don\'t have those things sir,\" he whispered.

There was silence, those swirling eyes gazed upon him, and then the man spoke up.

\"The people, Harry, that you lived with, who were they?\"

\"The Dursley Family,\" Harry replied a little bit louder, happy to know that he could answer this.

\"And those mug-- that family, were they your family?\"

\"No sir,\" he blinked, maybe this man did not know freaks didn\'t have any families.

\"If they were not your family, Harry, what were they?\"

He blinked again, they were the Dursleys. They were a respectable, normal family. They had graciously taken in his filthy, freakish, beastly hide and he should thank every star in existence that they had kindly taken in his miserable being at their expense the day he had been forced upon their doorstep. He had been told that so many times, and he easily told the man what the Dursleys were, what they had done for him. That even though they hated his very life they had fed him, clothed him, sheltered him from the harsh weather most of the time except when he needed to be punished, to be reminded that freaks didn\'t even deserve what he was given.

Harry could not see the man\'s reaction after he had told him about the now deceased family. But there was a long silence and he started to worry that perhaps he had said too much? But he only told the man what the whale man and horsewoman always told him! Harry gripped the cushion beneath him and watched the man for any movement. A flash of lightning, gritted teeth and those glowing orbs narrowed.

There was a long drawn breath, the orbs closed, and the man nodded his head before opening his eyes again.

\"Very well Harry, that is enough for now, why don\'t you go to bed hmm?\"

Harry turned his head and gazed on the bed he had woken up in earlier. Surely… no he couldn\'t want him to lie in a bed! He-He was too freakish! Too filthy!

Maybe… maybe if he watched the storm he could fall asleep on the cushion… the cushion was far too much anyways and the man wanted him to sleep on the bed? No, he just-just couldn\'t!

But then… then he would be disobeying and the horsewoman and whale man had taught him that disobeying orders was one of the worst things he could do.

Harry wanted to cry but tears only made things worse, tears were useless, tears were a weakness.

\"Harry…\" the man\'s voice seemed sharper now, impatient, anger Harry could deal with, \"Harry, go to bed.\"

It was an order then. He nodded his head, he was too close to tears to try and say anything and he couldn\'t risk it.
The man walked out and Harry slowly slipped off the cushion, a last departing thought towards the storm still waging, before he crawled under the covers closing his eyes in a mockery of sleep.

He heard the door close, light had left except the small bar across the bottom of the floor. His eyes snapped back open.

He just couldn\'t sleep and the man had never ordered he sleep, just going to bed… he was being a good boy… an obedient freak…