Black Pain

just in case i forgot my disclaimer
which i dont think i did

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Silver eyes narrowed in disgust as they observed Mcnair’s thick hands grasp the slender neck of the creature who lay defeated inside a golden cage. Small pale hands scrabbled at the fat fingers that were slowly squeezing the life out of his body. Just as the boy who lived was about to become the boy who suffocated, Mcnair let go. Disappointment briefly flared in those once brilliant emerald eyes, his face was flushed from lack of air as he collapsed to his knees, his starved body trembling as he fought to regain his breath.

The owner of those slate eyes snarled. Pathetic. Here was the so-called hero who had murdered his son, so easily beaten. A sudden hush caused Lucius Malfoy to look up. Lord Voldemort descended down black marble steps, his black cape swirling malevolently around his ankles. Lucius smirked, now that brat would have it coming to him. The Dark Lord roughly grasped the bruised chin of the boy in the cage, their heated gaze clashed horribly, you could almost see the hate burning in-between them. Suddenly, Voldemort released the boy’s chin with disgust.

Silver eyes glared in hatred at the convulsing body without any pity as Voldemort administered the Cruciatis Curse. Green eyes were closed tightly in pain as the owner tried desperately to keep his pained screams stillborn. It was useless, anguished cries were wrenched out from the throat of a boy who had only suffered his whole life, only to suffer even more. Lucius’ lip curled.


He hated the boy, hated those eyes, hated those screams, hated his haunting beauty, hated his murder of Draco, hated it all. It had been so satisfying to see the horrified pain in those cursed jade eyes as he stole the lives of Potter’s dearest friends. Now you know how I feel, he had thought savagely, I showed your friends no mercy just as you showed none to my son.

Draco, dear sweet Draco, so obsessed with Potter. He thought his father didn’t know, that he didn’t notice his eyes following the Gryffindor’s every movement, didn’t notice the hurt in his eyes when Potter rejected him for a pathetic redhead and a bushy-haired know-it-all. He would make Potter pay dearly for every injury he caused his son. Draco, he could have been one of the best Malfoys that their line had ever seen. He was so talented, so good at concealing his emotions, so good at charming people and charming his way out of sticky situations. And in one simple incantation, that stupid bloody Potter destroyed all of that.

A pale spider-like hand descending upon his shoulder startled him out of his thoughts. Silver looked into crimson, “My Lord” Lucius murmured into the robes of the man who would allow him his revenge. Voldemort looked down with an almost fond look at his most loyal and sadistic subject. It had taking a little event, also known as Draco’s death, in order to show to Lucius where his true loyalties lay, but he had only but strayed a little from the path. Voldemort only had to punish him with the Cruciatis and now here was his most loyal servant other than maybe Severus. Bellatrix didn’t count, seeing as how a well aimed curse from Potter for retaliation of Black’s death, now had her brains completely addled.

“Death eaters,” there was no need to call for silence, seeing as how his presence had quieted his followers already, “I promised rewards for your services and I have kept my promise.” Voldemort swept a hand at the frightened witches and wizards cowering against the far wall. Feral grins erupted amongst his followers as they examined their wares.

“What about him?” McNair pointed a finger at Potter, sitting slumped in his cage. He gulped, hurriedly pulled his hand down as Voldemort’s eyes flashed red.

“It’s a good thing I’m happy McNair otherwise your impertinence would be punished.” He spoke in a deadly soft voice. Mcnair paled and hurriedly lay kisses furiously upon Voldemort’s robes.

“My apologies My Liege, it won’t happen again.” He stuttered

“See that it doesn’t,” Voldemort kicked him away in disgust, “but my two most loyal followers deserve the best rewards. You ask for the fate of the boy-who-lived?” Here, Voldemort almost spat, “Seeing as how Severus requested and recieved the werewolf Lupin-“

“No!” A strangled cry tore its way out of Potter’s throat, he ignored the warning signs of Voldemort standing up, his eyes panicked, “you-you can’t take Remus! I won’t let you!” Tears streamed down pale cheeks.

“And how do you plan to stop me? I’d suggest staying quiet. His fate is none of your concern.” Voldemort’s eyes narrowed and Potter’s body shook with pain as the Cruciatis curse tore yet again into his body.


“Yours however,” Here, Voldemort motioned over to Lucius, who strode over, “now belongs in the hands of Lucius Malfoy as a reward for casting the curse that brought you here Harry Potter.”

A ringing silence filled the large room as every pondered that proclamation. Everyone assumed that the Dark Lord would have wanted Potter for himself. Lucius ignored them, his hard gaze fixed upon the terrified gaze of one Harry Potter.

“no, no, I won’t.” He muttered under his breath as he scrabbled to the far side of the cage, trying to get as far away from Lucius as possible.

That’s right Potter, Lucius sneered in his mind, now there’s hell to pay.