How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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The screams echoed off the wet stone walls, ringing through the pitch black, slowly tapering off over the hours to little but moans and whimpers coming from the small locked cell in the all but forgotten crumbling dungeon of Malfoy Manor.

Morgan Taylor sat with his back against the cold, rough stone, still trying to figure out exactly what the hell had happened to land him here in the hands of the Malfoy Madman. One moment he’d been asleep and dreaming of how Potter had begged as Morgan had tied him down to be raped by the five men that had paid for the time with him, and the next thing he knew, Lucius Malfoy was setting fire to his bloody house. All the preparations he’d made in order to get that half-bint back in it’s place gone up in smoke. Oh someone was going to pay dearly for his inconvenience, that was for certain, starting with Potter of course. He’d rip him wide open and leave him bleeding for days. Just the thought left the sadistic bastard comforted somewhat as he sat on the fouled dirt and waited for someone to appear.

He sat back and smiled as he daydreamed of rusty coat hangers and butcher’s knives between that brat’s legs. Oh yes, that little shite owed him and owed him big. He’d lost a fair amount of money since he took off with that bastard Snape. Maybe he could get something out of Snape too, well only if he had his vocal cords cut or something. According to his brother, that man could rip the skin from someone by simply saying hello, can’t have that when someone was paying for a go, now could you. And besides, no voice meant no spells, the fuck would be helpless, too bad he was butt ugly. Surely there would be plenty of former students that would pay for the chance to humiliate that man. Taylor smiled to himself again and made his plans, now he just had to get out of here and to West Virginia to get his property.

Lucius Malfoy sat in his library with his little granddaughter, Evette and read to her from a book on faeries, enjoying the wonder on the little girl’s face as he explained that yes, faeries are truly real, and that he would make sure she met some soon. He could remember reading to Draco from the same book and the same looks of wonder on his little boy’s face. To protect his child and his grandchild, Lucius Malfoy would do anything. To protect his best friend’s mate and their unborn child, he would go to nearly the same lengths, he felt no remorse for the things he was about to do to the monster that was several floors removed from them at the moment. When his son had begged him with shame in his eyes to be obliviated so that he would never have to remember what Harry Potter had gone through, that had touched Lucius deeply. He knew Draco was not a coward, the young man had seen so many horrors in his short life. He had held his wife as he’d tried desperately to stop her from bleeding to death. If what he’d seen affected him this badly, then Morgan Taylor was not a man, he was a beast, a dangerous, blood-crazed beast that needed to be put down to keep the innocents safe in this world.

“Papa, do you and Daddy have to go away soon?” the little girl asked as she placed her hand on his cheek and turned his face to look at her. He smiled at the little sprite and nodded his head.

“Yes Evette, you know that we do. You also know that I promised to take you to see Uncle Severus very soon, didn’t I?” he asked patiently. Not many people that knew the man would have ever believed he had that type of patience to spare for an inquisitive child. Draco after all had been quite the handful while in school.

“Daddy said Uncle Severus is going to have a baby, Papa. Is he really? May I play with it when he has it?” she asked as she swung her legs to and fro. Lucius chuckled again as he noticed one more thing on a growing list of similarities between the generation. Neither Draco or Evette could stay on one subject for very long without becoming easily distracted, he only hoped she grew out of the problem before she started school.

“Uncle Severus is not going to have a baby,” Lucius explained to his precocious granddaughter, seeing her face fill with disappointment, he quickly amended the explanation. “Uncle Severus isn’t having the baby, poppet, but his husband Harry is. So yes, there will be a baby in a few months. As for playing with the little one, you will be much to big to play with a tiny baby Evette.”

“I want a baby to play with Papa. Will you make Daddy have one for me?” she asked as she crossed her arms and began to pout. Trying very hard not to laugh at the serious child, Lucius sought for the best way to break the news to her gently.

“Poppet, your Daddy cannot have a baby for you. Malfoy men simply cannot do that,” he said to the child. There he thought, short, sweet, and to the point. Evette looked at him like he had clearly taken leave of his good sense. Placing one tiny hand on either of his cheeks, she took it upon herself to explain to Papa Lucius just exactly what being a Malfoy meant.

“Papa,” she said sternly as she looked him in the eye, “we are Malfoys. You and Daddy tell me that the rules simply do not apply to us. So I want Daddy to have a baby. Papa, I know you can make him do it.” And with that, she kissed the tip of his nose and hopped down of his lap and went out to play. Lucius sat speechless for a moment before he frightened a house elf by breaking into peals of laughter at the thought of ordering his son to get pregnant.

Meanwhile, several floors below, his houseguest had started to get hungry and subsequently angry. As he began to yell obscenities aimed at his captor, the house elf assigned to monitor his behaviour immediately popped into Lucius’ library to inform his master that the animal in the cage was making an unholy racket.

“What sort of noise is it making?” Lucius asked as he sipped at his cup of tea and looked over a new book that had arrived that morning. The house elf’s ear quivered in anger since it had been told what sort of animal was in the cage, it didn’t think it was deserving of proper treatment at all, but of course that was up to Master.

“It be yelling abouts food Sir, it is crying it is hungry,” Grippy answered as he bowed as low as he could until he felt the tips of his ears brush the lush carpeting.


“Well if it’s hungry, let’s feed it,” Lucius said with an evil smile. Motioning to the elf to follow him, he led the way back to his office where he gave the elf a vial to add to the plate of whatever the elf decided to feed the man in the cage.

“Make sure it eats everything elf,” Lucius instructed as he dismissed the house elf, then as an afterthought he added. “You may wish to have some cotton wool for your ears Grippy, it will make quite a bit of noise after it eats.”

Not thirty minutes later, Morgan Taylor was lying on his side, screaming that his insides were crawling inside him, trying to come out of him. If someone actually cared enough to take a look at the man, they would see that indeed, the skin on his torso was writhing as if his very intestines had come to life and were attempting escape.

Once again in his favourite chair in his library, Lucius smirked thinking that the no magic rule certainly didn’t apply to anything that happened on this side of the Atlantic, now did it? He wondered if he should call and clarify that with Severus, but upon checking his watch he discovered he might chance waking the couple and he certainly didn’t want that. He’d take his chances with Severus, he was pretty sure the dark haired wizard really wouldn’t mind at all.

Lucius picked up his newest Danielle Steele book and once again immersed himself in her world of make believe.