Proditio

Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form own the rights to Harry Potter. That undoubtable honor goes to the mother of that wonderful creation, JK Rowling. She is a goddess of the literary arts and should be acknowledged. So, please, for the love of all that is holy, please do not sue me! After all, plagiarism is one of the most sincere forms of flattery. *bows and runs off stage*

Warnings: This is a very OOC fic, especially with Harry and Dumbledore, and is pro-Dark Lord. This fic contains slash! If you don\'t like male/male relationships, here\'s a hint: DON\'T READ IT! The flames will keep me nice and toasty warm, because, after all, I live in Alaska. We need all the heat we can get.

Thanks to my beta, Emmy.

Oooooh.... Sorry this chapter took so long! First there was Thanksgiving, then there was recovering from Thanksgiving, and then there was tons and tons of sleep. So this is a bit late. But then again I might spend all of Sunday writing on Proditio so we will see. Oh and for an extra note, here is where it becomes really R rated. There is graphic violence later on.


Proditio
Chapter Eight


Storming out of the Headmaster\'s office, Lupus practically glided down the hall in his rage. His face still didn\'t reveal his emotions, but through his eyes, ice pale and deadly, one could see the coiled snake, ready to strike. Students leapt out of his way feeling the aura of absolute rage even when the boy who extruded the aura was visiblyisfiisfied and politely nodding good evening to his fellow students.

Bloody fucking old coot, trying to regain his damn golden fucking boy. Trying to be so damn understanding. How the hell can he be fucking understanding when he doesn\'t know what this is like?

Pausing to at the entrance of the dungeons, Lupus allowed himself to relax, rolling his head on his shoulders, coating his feelings with yet another layer of ice, before stalking off into the labyrithine corridors. Which was a rather stupid idea, as he found out later.

He was lost. Hopelessly and totally lost. He no longer had the Marauder\'s Map, nor had he ever really had any serious experience with the dungeons. He only vaguely remembered how to get to the Slytherin common room from second year, but even those vague memories didn\'t seem to help as the halls grew, shrank, and moved, much like the staircases on the upper floors. Fed up, Lupus drew a figure in the air with his finger, and after he finished he blew on the air before him, revealing a cool blue glowing word in wood elven lettering.

Staring at the glowing figure, eyes shuttered and emotionless, he watched as the word shuttered a few times until the lettering gathered itself into a tiny glowing ball and shot out in front of Lupus, causing the small sixth year to give chase. It lead him through the corridors at a rather fast pace, and didn\'t slow until they had reached a portrait of a young girl, dressed in a virginal white dress, her long silvery hair unbound and floating ethereally around her, as a rather large snake lay coiled at her feet. The entrance to the common room.

\"Who are you sir? I have no memory of someone of your appearance ever gracing my presence.\" The little girl said, her voice high and melodic, her eyes serene and strangely old for her appearance. Lupus calmly brushed a hand through his hair and smiled at the portrait, pouring the power of his charisma into his Voice.

\"Forgive me, milady, but I am the newest Slytherin. Umbra, Lupus Umbra is my name. And you are?\" He asked with a little bow to the girl, smiling politely as he rose to meet her eyes. The girl was smiling behind her hand, her eyes twinkling with merriment.

Ha! I can even charm the portraits. This trick might get me into the Gryffindor common room to extract a little pain later on.

\"Ah, so polite and good-natured, my good sir. I haven\'t had this pleasant of talk with any of my Slytherin\'s foite ite a long time. They seem content to ignore me. The last one to talk to me like this had to be Tom Riddle.\" The girl sighed a little with an odd mixure of sadness and delight. \"Merlin, I miss that boy. Ah, forgive an old painting for wandering off. My name is Selenis Slytherin, sister to the great Salazar Slytherin, and this lump --\" At that she nudged the snake at her feet, who hissed disconsolately, \"is Sarai.\"

Tom Riddle, eh. Why is that not very surprising? Especially since the girl in this portrait is an ancestor. However, she might have some school stories of our dear Voldemort, so let\'s not waste such a grand source of information, shall we?

Bowing once more with a flourish, Lupus rose once more with a twinkle in his eye, smiling broadly at Selenis and continued speaking with his charmed Voice. \"Ah, milady, such an honor it is to meet one of such a noble family.\" And then he turned to the snake in the portrait and slowly hissed in Parseltongue. *And Sarai, I apologise for waking you. How are you this evening?*

Both the snake and the girl started at his use of Parseltongue, until a slow grin started to spread across Selenis\'s features. *So you speak the snake-tongue, like all of the Slytherin family. You truly are a Slytherin indeed. Tom was the only other one that ever spoke to myself and Sarai in Parseltongue. Tell me, are you his son?*

Shaking his head regretfully, at least for appearances sake, Lupus replied, *No, I am not related to Tom Riddle, but I know him quite well. Before you ask, he is doing fine, and is quite satisfied with the life he\'s made for himself.*

*Ah, that makes me happy, little one. So I\'m guessing that you wish to enter the fold?* Selenis said, gesturing to her golden wrought frame, a satisfied smile upon her face.

\"Yes, please,\" Lupus replied, inclining his head toward Selenis, who blushed lightly and opened the portrait hole, allowing Lupus to enter with a \"Goodnight, milady.\"

Once he was inside, he took in the Slytherin common room with it\'s plush black velvet couches and overstuffed silver and green throw pillows. A massive fireplace had a bonfire sized fire blazing happily within it\'s depths, the firelight glowing off the inset jade, silver, and obsidian designs. What he had thought to be cold and unwelcoming in his second year, much like Knockturn Alley, he found to be warm and inviting, with the cool soothing greens and silver, with the added depth of black that soaked up the heat and fed it right back into the room. Mahogany desks were interspersed throughout the common room, which was significantly larger than the Gryffindor commons, by at least three times.

But abruptly his contemplation of his newest home was shattered as he was accosted by a platinum blond and black blur, that sent him stumbling back into one of the rich forest green overstuffed chairs. Wrinkling his brow he looked on his attacker, who was laughing, head resting on Lupus\'s chest. It was Draco, cheeks red with mirth.

Coughing politely, Lupus caught Draco\'s attention and glared at him intently. \"And may I ask what this is about?\"

He seems to be in a rather good mood. He\'s been using elven magic again probably. That always makes him a bit childish.

\"Oh nothing.\" Draco said attempting to look innocent and failing miserably. Then putting a stern look on, he stood, brushed himself off and made himself look everyh thh the Malfoy scion that he no longer was. \"Well, Ghost, we should get you to your new place of residence. Since the Slytherin\'s have the dungeons we have a lot more space than any of the other houses. Each nt hnt has one roommate, and each pair has a sitting room, a small bathroom, and one dorm style bedroom. You\'re sharing with me.\" Draco said as he lead the significantly shorter boy through a twisting hallway to a door that had a small silver plaque on it that said: Sixth Year Boys: Students - Lupus Umbra and Draco

Draco frowned slightly at the plaque and tapped it with his wand, making the plaque spell out the last name he had chosen for himself over the summer. hat had been quite the process, with Draco plowing through history books, baby name books, and even muggle fiction until he finally got fed up and said to call him Mr. Draco Kyre, naming the first nonsense syllable that came to mind. And so, filling out papers for the name change, Draco Kyre had come to exist in both the muggle and the wizarding worlds. The name now scrolled across the door plaque, proclaiming Draco\'s new name to all.

\"Well,\" Draco gestured into the room, and through the open door, \"after you, my dear Ghost.\"

Inclining his head slightly, Lupus entered the sitting room, and was pleasantly surprised. The room was decorated in shades of grey, silvery-blue, and dark forest green, a plush black couch sitting before a massive fireplace only rivaled by the fireplace in the common room. Two cherry wood desks sat in the center of the room, facing each other, their tops decorated with inlaid designs made from ebony wood in the shape of ivy vines. A Slytherin banner hung over the fireplace, and many tapestries hung on the stone walls buffering the harshness of stone with the warmth of silvery fabric. A thick, sinfully soft carpet of forest green was on the floor, and Lupus was quick to remove his shoes to sink his feet deep into the carpet. Following Draco, he was lead back into the bedroom where it was decorated in much the same fashion, but with twin four-poster beds with forest green hangings and sheets, big black pillows, and thick silver duvets that looked to be as soft as velvet. Finally, Lupus was shown the bathroom, which was equipped with two shower stalls, side by side, tiled with emerald green marble. The fixtures in the bathroom were all silver and the handles on the toliet, the water faucets, and the showers were all in the shape of snakes.

Great Merlin, if I had known this was the Slytherin dorms, I would have listened to the sorting hat in the first place.

\"I bet the Gryffindors don\'t have it this good. I heard they pile five to a single room and use communal showers.\" Draco muttered, shivering at the thought of communal showers.

\"The rumors are correct, and now that I look at my newest home,\" Lupus gestured at the grand sitting room they were in now, as they had wandered back to their couch, \"I\'m not sure how I lived like that. Oh well.\"

And with a sigh, Lupus collapsed onto the black couch, curling up on one end of it, staring into the weaving flames before him. Draco gazed at him for a long moment before sighing and heading off to their bedroom, getting ready for bed. For a long while all Lupus had, was his thoughts and silence. The only sounds came from the fire as it crackled merrily. He saw battles in the fire, hell and heaven clashing in a brutal struggle as the carpet was painted blood red by the glow of the fire. Faces screamed in toment, while dogs of war ripped atgilegile human flesh. Lupus\'s eyes glowed with hidden emotion as his face remained impassive.

An hour later, still staring into the fire, he felt his eyelids drop with heaviness and with a moan of resignation, he allowed his body to steal him away from his waking mind.

***

He was in a large ballroom, the walls draped with black and blood-red hangings, blazingly-white marble walls extruding a sense of elegance and refinement. On one end of the hall was a raised dais, carpeted in fine red velvet, a throne of ebony and mahogany with silver inlays perched upon it. Before that throne, was a woman, back arched in torment, hands scratching blindly at the dark obsidian flooring. Her fingernails had been forcefully ripped out and now left streaks of blood, barely noticable on the dark flooring.

Her once bright blonde hair was now matted with her own blood and bile, as she lay in a puddle of her own filth, writhing in it as the rigors of crucio were tested upon her emaciated form. Blood dripped from pale lips, her face bloodless as she screamed in unholy pain.

And the man sitting lazily on the throne gave her screams no notice as he sipped from a goblet filled with blood-red wine, his wand almost negligently held upon her body, upholding the curse.

Lupus gave a feral grin and came to stand behind the cruel man, taking in his appearance. His hair was long and held back in a tie, ebony black with a few strands of grey at the temples, giving him a dignified appearance. He appeared to be in his late fourties to late fifties but still had a body that was strong and well build, demanding respect. Crimson eyes turned to look behind his throne, meeting an intensely green stare. Full lips curved slightly, as the seated man lifted his wand, his victim falling with a soft thud to the ground, moaning in pain.

\"Mmm... Lupus, how nice of you to join us. How is the old school so far?\" The older wizard said, lazily twirling his wand between his thumb and forefingers.

Lupus smirked slightly, and in a graceful move, he was sitting, straddled across the older wizard\'s lap, feeling the older man\'s erection caused by the exquiste torture of yet another muggle. Feeling this, he ground his own hardness into the older man\'s with a tiny smirk.

\"Well, my dear Voldemort, I dealt the fool Dumbledore a rather large shock. I guess he\'s mourning his golden boy as of now. But knowing him, he probably thinks I joined the Dark Lord and became a Death Eater. He will never suspect a Ghost Lord, now will he?\"

Voldemort returned Lupus\'s smirk, and brought his hand to Lupus\'s face, drawing it down his chin, down his neck and down his bare chest.

\"Yes, Dumbledore is a fool. Does he know yet that I have gained my original body?\"

Lupus shook his head grinning slightly. \"No, I worked a bit of Legimency on him, but nothing came up. But you should know that Snape is still his little spy. The potions master still believes the light can triumph.\"

That comment was met with a snort for Voldemort, as he caressed Lupus\'s chest with long fingered hands.

\"Well, I guess I just keep him a bit longer. Its entertaining to watch how far he will go to make me believe he is still loyal. But enough about wayward servants, I\'m in a rather \'uncomfortable\' state at theent,ent, and I\'d like to see it solved.\"

And with that, Lupus brought his lips to Voldemort\'s in a searing kiss, screams echoing through the hall as Death Eaters came to play with the leftovers of their lord.

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I was really tired and ill after Thanksgiving. Oh and the main pairing is still Draco/Lupus, but there is also Voldemort/Lupus. Anyways -- please please please, make an attempt to review! It makes me happy and more willing to write longer chappies! Mata ne!

Raija Yes, at some later date Severus will unravel the mystery that is Lupus. But that is later.

LINIS Oh, there will be a rivalry, but it will be an ice cold one, and I think the Gryffindors will find something to test their so called courage upon.

To all the review peoples *blushes* Thank you all for your lovely praise of me. You have no idea now much it is all appreciated!