How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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A/N~~~~ This chapter touches on the taboo subject of incest, so you are forewarned.


Lucius took his time strolling down the damp stone staircase to the dungeon of the Malfoy Manor. He particularly enjoyed the ringing sound that his boot heels made as he took each step, soon he could hear a scrabbling and scuffling noise coming from the cell at the far end of the dark corridor.

“Who’s there?” Taylor yelled out as he stuck his pale face to the bars and tried to make out who his visitor was in the gloom. Lucius smirked to himself as he waited just outside the circle of weak light thrown off by the guttering candle.

“Is that you, elf? Did you bring me water like I said to?” Taylor yelled as Malfoy heard him move to the other side of the small cell and throw himself onto the narrow cot. Lucius stepped forward then into the light and let the weak glow wash over him, knowing that the beast within the cage would not be able to discern the thin leather robe he was wearing to protect his clothing yet.

“It’s you then, eh?” Morgan Taylor snorted as he slouched and took in the tall aristocrat. He’d been thinking while spending his day in the dark gloom of the Malfoy Manor, perhaps once he was free and had both Potter and Snape, he could use the blond for something as well. Heaven knows he was better to look at then Snape.


“Would you care to join me for a bit of sport, Mister Taylor?” Lucius asked as he raised the candles to full illumination with a wave of his hand, allowing Taylor to have a full view of him for the first time.

The man’s eyes grew round and frightened, he recognized what the robes were for. He’d worn ones much like them when using Harry, they were quite useful in staying clean when the creature one was...peeling got a bit messy. Lucius’ beautiful lips curved back into a cruel parody of a smile as he took in the other man’s instinctive fear.

“You...you’re going to kill me, ain’t ya?” Taylor stammered as he clambered to his feet and backed into the farthest corner of his cell, trying in vain to protect himself with his hands. Lucius chuckled at the beast’s antics and took a step forward.

“Tsk tsk Taylor, didn’t I explain to you that I was the kind one? Severus is the one that will take delight in your death rattle if he chooses to kill you,” he said mockingly as he waved his hand over the locked door and stood back as it opened for him.


“Stay away from me!”

“Now that is no way to repay someone’s hospitality, now is it Mister Taylor? I know you are from a pureblood family and you were raised better than that.” Lucius stepped into the cell and looked at Morgan Taylor with a half smile playing on his sensuous lips. Unbidden, the thought of thrusting his cock in that mouth slammed into Taylor’s brain like a freight train, causing him to groan and sway slightly on his legs.

“It’s simple really. I want you to give me a few memories of your times with young Harry so that his husband may see how he spent his time under your care,” Malfoy explained as he held one gloved hand out to the animal in the corner. Taylor looked at him as if he’d lost the plot. There was no way he’d give those memories to anyone, especially not the little bastard’s husband, if he wasn’t a walking dead man now, he would be as soon as those were viewed.

“Go fuck yourself Malfoy, or better yet, go fuck that pretty son of yours,” he growled as he slapped the hand away from him. Oh yes he knew exactly who Draco Malfoy was, and he definitely wanted a piece of that little wizard before this was all over and done with. Lucius Malfoy’s eyes narrowed slightly, his nostrils flared, how dare that piece of human refuse accuse him of incest. Morgan Taylor could tell he’d struck a chord in the man and he went in for the kill.

“What Malfoy, don’t like anyone knowing that he’s Daddy’s little fuck toy? Or is he the one doing the fucking? I bet he whines and cries like a little bitch in heat, come on, let me have him for a go. Let a real man show him what it’s like...”

Taylor didn’t even see Lucius’ arm move, but he felt the cold rough stone of the wall as his body was thrown into it. He reached one hand up and touched his bleeding split lip and grinned maniacally, laughing, he stood back up and faced Malfoy senior again.

“What Lucius? Jealous that I want to bugger your boy? Don’t worry, I’ll do you too,” he chortled as he watched Malfoy clench his fist and smirk back at him. Time for the coup de grace he thought, the little girl he’d seen pictures of in the Daily Prophet. “How about the kid Malfoy? Bring her to me, I’m sure I can break her in good and get you a good price. You wouldn’t have to sully those lily white Malfoy hands with the dirty business...”

Lucius raised his wand and began to murmur and incantation to restrict the airflow to the animal before him. He was sickened that the beast knew little Evette existed and had apparently fantasied about the child. It was taking everything he had not to simply kill him where he lay slumped on the floor. His hand was shaking so hard with righteous rage he was having trouble backing the spell off to allow a modicum of air to reach the bastard.

“Stupify,” he said softly and strode forward to where the beast lay and began to sift through his mind, not bothering to take care not to leave him a gibbering idiot. Lucius simply raped his mind to get what he came for and deposited each horrendous memory into the pensieve he’d pulled from within his robes.

He knew he needed to contact Severus as soon as possible. He couldn’t risk having this thing under the same roof as his beloved granddaughter, he knew his old friend would understand. If it was a question of funds holding up purchasing a property, Lucius would happily write the check and say Happy Christmas early just to get the bastard out of his house and dealt with.