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Title: Path of the serpent
Author: ejab
Pairing: SS/LM with a little SS/RL and SS/DM on the side
Rating: story is slash and NC-17
Feedback: highly appreciated
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns these gorgeous bad boys
Warnings: none here
Category: all over the place
Summary: Narcissa fights back and manages to give Lucius and Severus the biggest
disillusion of their lives
A/N: beta was underlucius. Priceless as well as indispensable. All remaining mistakes are mine.
29/?
The news of the upcoming wedding had obviously shocked Dumbledore – he clearly wasn’t happy about this recent development at all. The Dark Lord, however, was extremely difficult to read. If, in fact, he could be read at all. He merely listened to what Lucius told him, then slowly sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. Many anxious moments passed.
Lucius hardly moved, afraiddrawdrawing more attention to himself, and tried to calm his nerves while waiting. He hadn’t known what kind of reaction to expect, but it certainly wasn’t this ominous silence. Certainly this could not be considered a good thing.
Finally the Dark Lord laughed a soft cynical laugh, and opened his eyes. He looked a bit too smug for Lucius’liking.
“Once again, your loyalty almost exceeds my expectations, Lucius.” Voldemort gave his servant a pleased look. “Let’s celebrate this wonderful event, shall we?” With a wave of his claw like hand, the Dark Lord summoned two glasses of red wine.
“My Lord?” Somehow the blond aristocrat questioned whether his Master was pleased for the same reason as he was.
“It’s always very admirable when someone is not only thinking of solutions to solve our problems, but also dares to set the example. That testifies of your dedication to our course, and we should drink to that. Here.” The Dark Lord handed Lucius one of the glasses and made a toasting gesture in the air with his own glass before taking a small sip. Lucius slowly turned the glass around in his hand without drinking any of the wine. Why couldn’t he shake the feeling of having just sold himself to something?
“The potential! Can you imagine the result of being raised and educated by one father who is as intelligent and skilled in Potions as Severus, and another father who is completely ruthless and well trained in the Dark Arts? That child would have enormous potential - a true credit to our course! And such a fine example he would make! Ah yes... this opens up a whole new world of possibilities.”
‘Wait a minute!’ Lucius thought. ‘Being “RAISED”? As in “raising a child?”?! Oh Merlin, nononono!
“What is wrong, Lucius? Is the wine not to your liking? Or, Merlin forbid, did I misinterpret you?” The smile Voldemort now displayed told the aristocrat that he was being challenged – the Dark Lord knew perfectly well that he nor Severus had any wishes or plans to produce children.
“You ARE planning on having children so we can add at least one more fine pureblood to this wonderful world, aren’t you?” Voldemort asked again.
Lucius knew that he was trapped. Completely trapped. Refusing would be equal to signing his own death warrant. His Master would not accept any disobedience. Of course Lucius was loyal, but to have to do THIS... ? And ho ear earth could he tell Sev of this new development, and get away unharmed? Circe, this was not meant to go like this! Not at all!
“Naturally, my Lord.” The blond wizard bowed his head in a submissive gesture, not able to shake the rising feeling of having fallen into his own trap. Damn! Changing that law had only been meant to allow for their marriage, NOT to have children. Now they not only had to make one, they had to raise it, too, and then give it to the Dark Lord! How on earth could he have overlooked the possibility that his Master would see a change there and grab it? How could he have been so stupid? What had he been thinking?
“Nice try, my slippery friend, nice try,” Voldemort chuckled in a rather disturbing way, and shook his head in a mock-sad way. “You, of all people, making yourself vulnerable by allowing the concept of love into your life... I often wondered about that,” the Dark Lord grinned. “But since it also makes you so easily controllable, I won’t complain too much about that. Although I do not understand what you see in Severus, except for his intelligence. He certainly isn’t pretty or even well fed. Or maybe he is good in bed? Is that it? Maybe I should try him out? Ah, do I detect jealousy there?” Voldemort smiled triumphantly when he noticed that Lucius couldn’t quite suppress a slight tightening of his jaws. “Or is that a possessive attitude I sense? Because you ARE extremely possessive when it comes to Severus, aren’t you?”
“He’s... he is-“
“Yes, yes... you love him and all that nonsense.” The Dark Lord waved his hand in an unmistakably irritated fashion and sighed. “Merlin knows where you got that malfunction from – your father certainly wasn’t that weak. Never mind. I trust you still know who your Master is? You may think that you possess Severus, but in truth I possess you both. Do not make the mistake to ever forget that, my friend. Where is Narcissa?”
“Back with her family on the continent, my Lord.”
“Ah yes... very well compensated, of course?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“You really should consider raising her compensation, Lucius... there are not many wives willing to sacrifice themselves for a course they so strongly believe in.” Voldemort looked unbearable amused again.
“My Lord?” Lucius looked puzzled.
“I received this very interesting letter from her yesterday – about how she had decided to step back and give up her position as wife of a man of such distinction. All so that you and Severus could start ‘breeding’ children for our joint course. Of course, it pained her to do so, but this was a sacrifice she felt she just had to make... a priceless woman, that former wife of yours. A true example of a loyal servant beyond restrictions. Make sure you reward her accordingly, Lucius.”
“Of course, my Lord, of course,” the blond aristocrat nodded with a pained smile while the mental blow made his head reel. The bitch! The cunning bitch! It took all of his self-control to still appear calm and collected, but inside he was fuming with pure rage.
The Dark Lord chuckled and nodded, not for one second fooled by his servant’s outer calmness.
“Yes, you always learned fast. You had every intention to deceive me, hadn’t you? And although there is a thin line between deceiving and plain lying, it l wil will not be tolerated. Hmm... punishment, punishment, what punishment to use...?”
Lucius swallowed. He feared the wordt, especially because of the exceptionally cheery mood his Master seemed to be in. The man was actually at his worst when he was in a good mood. That was the last thing he was aware of thinking – the next moment Lucius found himself lying on the floor, screaming and convulsing in pain – he’d missed the ‘Crucio!’ completely. Hisld old only consisted of the ripping, tearing and all consuming pain which ended surprisingly quickly.
“Oh dear, Lucius...” Voldemort clearly had trouble trying to hold his laughter. “You’ve wet yourself! That is so... undignified for a man of such high standing as you. Really, now...”
The aristocrat didn’t need to look down to know his Master was telling the truth – he already felt the revolting wetness... the ultimate humiliation.
“I think you’ve already humiliated yourself quite enough, my friend. Go before you start to smell.”
The Dark Lord gave him one last look and then indeed burst out into laughter. Lucius could still hear the cold scoffing laugh while Apparating.
Back at the Manor, he quickly took a shower, put on a fresh pair of clothes and paced up and down his study for a considerate amount of time, staring at the clock with every turn he made. He had to tell Sev. Of course he had to tell Sev. He knew that. And he had to tell him tonight. He knew that too. Oh Merlin, and at one point they would habe to tell Draco too. And how would his two beloved ones react to all of this? If he was to lo-
“DAMN YOU, NARCISSA! MAY YOUR DEATH BE SLOW AND PAINFUL!” Lucius threw the first thing he could get his hand on at the wall. The sound of shattering glass made him frown and calm down a bit. He had just managed to destroy his favorite crystal wine-glass.
Leaving this house now would be a wise choice.
Scarring passing students away with a vicious glare or hiss was quite satisfying, and helped Lucius to calm down a bit more... at least a tiny bit more. By the time he was in the dungeons, he was still in a very, very foul mood.
“Your best brandy, Sev. And I suggest you take a glass too,” greetedthe aristocrat, heading straight for the chairs by the fire. The potions master watched his husband-to-be take a seat and throw his cane and gloves carelessly to the floor. Severus frowned - this was the the man he knew. He refrained from commenting though, and poured them both a glass of brandy. Severus then joined Lucius by the fire.
“He refused to give his permission?” Snape spoke up first, after several minutes of silence.
“Oh no... he gave his permission alright.” Lucius’tone dripped with bitterness.
“And?”
“He gave us permission to marry AND REPRODUCE! Thanks hat hat bitch Narcissa, we are now to HAVE A CHILD, RAISE IT AS A TRUE DARK WIZARD AND THEN HAND IT OVER TO HIM!” Lucius yelled, looking at him with utter disgust and anger.
“WHAT?” The potions master spat out the brandy he had just sipped out of the glass and returned the look with equal emotion. “Oh no, Lucius! That won’t do, that won’t do at all! I do not WANT to have any children! I HATE children! I LOATH children! I DESP-“
“Please inform the Dark Lord of yoefusefusal yourself, will you?” His lover gave Snape a defying glare. For once, it actually calmed the dark haired wizard down somewhat.
“As if we have a choice...”
“Oh Circe, why? WHY? I just knew it! I’m doomed, I really am doomed! There really must be quite a number of wizards in the Afterlife that I’ve managed to piss off, because Merlin forbid if anything in my live EVER goes smoothly or allows me to be happy...” Severus burried his face in his hands and moaned. This just wasn’t happening. Was it?
“The same wizards must be after me then,” Lucius sighed. Seeing his lover so frustrated made him feel calmer now, he noticed.
“I HATE them! I absolutely HATE them! For a couple of days I was so happy, knowing I could leave this place and especially those little rodents...” the potions master talked against his hands which he still held before his face, all the while shaking his head in disbelief. “And now we have to get one OURSELVES?” He looked up now, outrage showing on his face. “We actually have to fill our days dealing with one of those screaming, crapping and despicable bundles of terror?”
“I want Narcissa to pay for this,” Lucius hissed, gulping down his brandy in one swift motion and immediately filling the glass again.
“Oh, she will. Believe me, she will,” his lover promised him, following his example.
“Painful.””
“It would be my pleasure.”
“And slow... agonizingly slow.” A third glass of brandy was poured for both.
“Naturally.”
“Humiliate her to the core.”
“I’m sure we can think of something.”
“And disgrace her beyond repair.”
“So much the better.” The fourth glass was poured. It took both men just one gulp again.
“We’ll have her stricken by devastating poverty.”
“It will be easy to accomplish.”
“She’ll completely fall out of the Dark Lord’s favor.”
“Tricky, but can be done, I’m sure.” Severus provided them with a fifth glass of brandy. “We should also consider having her get knocked up herself.”
“Yes, nice one, Sev – s’good to talk t’someone who understands... give us anothzer one...”
“I have a better idea. Let‘s go to the bedroom and I’ll take the bottle with me.” The potions master was still able to speak clearly, but with much effort. His legs, however, had started to obtain a will of their own. Lucius seemed to be having the same trouble, as they stumbled in the direction of the bedroom. Gods, they really were drunk...
Author: ejab
Pairing: SS/LM with a little SS/RL and SS/DM on the side
Rating: story is slash and NC-17
Feedback: highly appreciated
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns these gorgeous bad boys
Warnings: none here
Category: all over the place
Summary: Narcissa fights back and manages to give Lucius and Severus the biggest
disillusion of their lives
A/N: beta was underlucius. Priceless as well as indispensable. All remaining mistakes are mine.
29/?
The news of the upcoming wedding had obviously shocked Dumbledore – he clearly wasn’t happy about this recent development at all. The Dark Lord, however, was extremely difficult to read. If, in fact, he could be read at all. He merely listened to what Lucius told him, then slowly sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. Many anxious moments passed.
Lucius hardly moved, afraiddrawdrawing more attention to himself, and tried to calm his nerves while waiting. He hadn’t known what kind of reaction to expect, but it certainly wasn’t this ominous silence. Certainly this could not be considered a good thing.
Finally the Dark Lord laughed a soft cynical laugh, and opened his eyes. He looked a bit too smug for Lucius’liking.
“Once again, your loyalty almost exceeds my expectations, Lucius.” Voldemort gave his servant a pleased look. “Let’s celebrate this wonderful event, shall we?” With a wave of his claw like hand, the Dark Lord summoned two glasses of red wine.
“My Lord?” Somehow the blond aristocrat questioned whether his Master was pleased for the same reason as he was.
“It’s always very admirable when someone is not only thinking of solutions to solve our problems, but also dares to set the example. That testifies of your dedication to our course, and we should drink to that. Here.” The Dark Lord handed Lucius one of the glasses and made a toasting gesture in the air with his own glass before taking a small sip. Lucius slowly turned the glass around in his hand without drinking any of the wine. Why couldn’t he shake the feeling of having just sold himself to something?
“The potential! Can you imagine the result of being raised and educated by one father who is as intelligent and skilled in Potions as Severus, and another father who is completely ruthless and well trained in the Dark Arts? That child would have enormous potential - a true credit to our course! And such a fine example he would make! Ah yes... this opens up a whole new world of possibilities.”
‘Wait a minute!’ Lucius thought. ‘Being “RAISED”? As in “raising a child?”?! Oh Merlin, nononono!
“What is wrong, Lucius? Is the wine not to your liking? Or, Merlin forbid, did I misinterpret you?” The smile Voldemort now displayed told the aristocrat that he was being challenged – the Dark Lord knew perfectly well that he nor Severus had any wishes or plans to produce children.
“You ARE planning on having children so we can add at least one more fine pureblood to this wonderful world, aren’t you?” Voldemort asked again.
Lucius knew that he was trapped. Completely trapped. Refusing would be equal to signing his own death warrant. His Master would not accept any disobedience. Of course Lucius was loyal, but to have to do THIS... ? And ho ear earth could he tell Sev of this new development, and get away unharmed? Circe, this was not meant to go like this! Not at all!
“Naturally, my Lord.” The blond wizard bowed his head in a submissive gesture, not able to shake the rising feeling of having fallen into his own trap. Damn! Changing that law had only been meant to allow for their marriage, NOT to have children. Now they not only had to make one, they had to raise it, too, and then give it to the Dark Lord! How on earth could he have overlooked the possibility that his Master would see a change there and grab it? How could he have been so stupid? What had he been thinking?
“Nice try, my slippery friend, nice try,” Voldemort chuckled in a rather disturbing way, and shook his head in a mock-sad way. “You, of all people, making yourself vulnerable by allowing the concept of love into your life... I often wondered about that,” the Dark Lord grinned. “But since it also makes you so easily controllable, I won’t complain too much about that. Although I do not understand what you see in Severus, except for his intelligence. He certainly isn’t pretty or even well fed. Or maybe he is good in bed? Is that it? Maybe I should try him out? Ah, do I detect jealousy there?” Voldemort smiled triumphantly when he noticed that Lucius couldn’t quite suppress a slight tightening of his jaws. “Or is that a possessive attitude I sense? Because you ARE extremely possessive when it comes to Severus, aren’t you?”
“He’s... he is-“
“Yes, yes... you love him and all that nonsense.” The Dark Lord waved his hand in an unmistakably irritated fashion and sighed. “Merlin knows where you got that malfunction from – your father certainly wasn’t that weak. Never mind. I trust you still know who your Master is? You may think that you possess Severus, but in truth I possess you both. Do not make the mistake to ever forget that, my friend. Where is Narcissa?”
“Back with her family on the continent, my Lord.”
“Ah yes... very well compensated, of course?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“You really should consider raising her compensation, Lucius... there are not many wives willing to sacrifice themselves for a course they so strongly believe in.” Voldemort looked unbearable amused again.
“My Lord?” Lucius looked puzzled.
“I received this very interesting letter from her yesterday – about how she had decided to step back and give up her position as wife of a man of such distinction. All so that you and Severus could start ‘breeding’ children for our joint course. Of course, it pained her to do so, but this was a sacrifice she felt she just had to make... a priceless woman, that former wife of yours. A true example of a loyal servant beyond restrictions. Make sure you reward her accordingly, Lucius.”
“Of course, my Lord, of course,” the blond aristocrat nodded with a pained smile while the mental blow made his head reel. The bitch! The cunning bitch! It took all of his self-control to still appear calm and collected, but inside he was fuming with pure rage.
The Dark Lord chuckled and nodded, not for one second fooled by his servant’s outer calmness.
“Yes, you always learned fast. You had every intention to deceive me, hadn’t you? And although there is a thin line between deceiving and plain lying, it l wil will not be tolerated. Hmm... punishment, punishment, what punishment to use...?”
Lucius swallowed. He feared the wordt, especially because of the exceptionally cheery mood his Master seemed to be in. The man was actually at his worst when he was in a good mood. That was the last thing he was aware of thinking – the next moment Lucius found himself lying on the floor, screaming and convulsing in pain – he’d missed the ‘Crucio!’ completely. Hisld old only consisted of the ripping, tearing and all consuming pain which ended surprisingly quickly.
“Oh dear, Lucius...” Voldemort clearly had trouble trying to hold his laughter. “You’ve wet yourself! That is so... undignified for a man of such high standing as you. Really, now...”
The aristocrat didn’t need to look down to know his Master was telling the truth – he already felt the revolting wetness... the ultimate humiliation.
“I think you’ve already humiliated yourself quite enough, my friend. Go before you start to smell.”
The Dark Lord gave him one last look and then indeed burst out into laughter. Lucius could still hear the cold scoffing laugh while Apparating.
Back at the Manor, he quickly took a shower, put on a fresh pair of clothes and paced up and down his study for a considerate amount of time, staring at the clock with every turn he made. He had to tell Sev. Of course he had to tell Sev. He knew that. And he had to tell him tonight. He knew that too. Oh Merlin, and at one point they would habe to tell Draco too. And how would his two beloved ones react to all of this? If he was to lo-
“DAMN YOU, NARCISSA! MAY YOUR DEATH BE SLOW AND PAINFUL!” Lucius threw the first thing he could get his hand on at the wall. The sound of shattering glass made him frown and calm down a bit. He had just managed to destroy his favorite crystal wine-glass.
Leaving this house now would be a wise choice.
Scarring passing students away with a vicious glare or hiss was quite satisfying, and helped Lucius to calm down a bit more... at least a tiny bit more. By the time he was in the dungeons, he was still in a very, very foul mood.
“Your best brandy, Sev. And I suggest you take a glass too,” greetedthe aristocrat, heading straight for the chairs by the fire. The potions master watched his husband-to-be take a seat and throw his cane and gloves carelessly to the floor. Severus frowned - this was the the man he knew. He refrained from commenting though, and poured them both a glass of brandy. Severus then joined Lucius by the fire.
“He refused to give his permission?” Snape spoke up first, after several minutes of silence.
“Oh no... he gave his permission alright.” Lucius’tone dripped with bitterness.
“And?”
“He gave us permission to marry AND REPRODUCE! Thanks hat hat bitch Narcissa, we are now to HAVE A CHILD, RAISE IT AS A TRUE DARK WIZARD AND THEN HAND IT OVER TO HIM!” Lucius yelled, looking at him with utter disgust and anger.
“WHAT?” The potions master spat out the brandy he had just sipped out of the glass and returned the look with equal emotion. “Oh no, Lucius! That won’t do, that won’t do at all! I do not WANT to have any children! I HATE children! I LOATH children! I DESP-“
“Please inform the Dark Lord of yoefusefusal yourself, will you?” His lover gave Snape a defying glare. For once, it actually calmed the dark haired wizard down somewhat.
“As if we have a choice...”
“Oh Circe, why? WHY? I just knew it! I’m doomed, I really am doomed! There really must be quite a number of wizards in the Afterlife that I’ve managed to piss off, because Merlin forbid if anything in my live EVER goes smoothly or allows me to be happy...” Severus burried his face in his hands and moaned. This just wasn’t happening. Was it?
“The same wizards must be after me then,” Lucius sighed. Seeing his lover so frustrated made him feel calmer now, he noticed.
“I HATE them! I absolutely HATE them! For a couple of days I was so happy, knowing I could leave this place and especially those little rodents...” the potions master talked against his hands which he still held before his face, all the while shaking his head in disbelief. “And now we have to get one OURSELVES?” He looked up now, outrage showing on his face. “We actually have to fill our days dealing with one of those screaming, crapping and despicable bundles of terror?”
“I want Narcissa to pay for this,” Lucius hissed, gulping down his brandy in one swift motion and immediately filling the glass again.
“Oh, she will. Believe me, she will,” his lover promised him, following his example.
“Painful.””
“It would be my pleasure.”
“And slow... agonizingly slow.” A third glass of brandy was poured for both.
“Naturally.”
“Humiliate her to the core.”
“I’m sure we can think of something.”
“And disgrace her beyond repair.”
“So much the better.” The fourth glass was poured. It took both men just one gulp again.
“We’ll have her stricken by devastating poverty.”
“It will be easy to accomplish.”
“She’ll completely fall out of the Dark Lord’s favor.”
“Tricky, but can be done, I’m sure.” Severus provided them with a fifth glass of brandy. “We should also consider having her get knocked up herself.”
“Yes, nice one, Sev – s’good to talk t’someone who understands... give us anothzer one...”
“I have a better idea. Let‘s go to the bedroom and I’ll take the bottle with me.” The potions master was still able to speak clearly, but with much effort. His legs, however, had started to obtain a will of their own. Lucius seemed to be having the same trouble, as they stumbled in the direction of the bedroom. Gods, they really were drunk...