The Beauty Found Within the Beast
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Adult ++
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21
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31,688
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268
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The Beauty Found Within the Beast
Disclaimer: Of Course, JKR is the Queen. She owns all, I am just borrowing some of the Characters to play for a bit.
I am a big fan of Beauty and the Beast. It is my all time favorite story, and I thought that Lucius, and Hermione would make for an interesting take on the story.
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Prologue
His loyalty to the Dark Lord had been brought into question before. It had not been so long ago. He remembered now how many times he had been forced to prove his loyalty. So many times he had been forced to murder and hurt innocents in the name of the Dark Lord.
He had been born into servitude to the Dark Lord. He had not always agreed with the man, but he had believed that following him would be the easiest way to keep his family at a high wizarding status.
So, he had put up with continually having to prove his loyalty to the man. Until...
“You want ... WHAT?” Lucius voice had been little more than a whisper.
“I want you to prove your loyalty, Lucius. Give me your wife’s body and slay your son.” The voice held an air of amusement. “I want to see your hand drip with the blood of your child. I want to watch with you as your wife is taken by your fellow Death Eaters, then tossed aside.”
Lucius Malfoy had fell to his knees before Voldemort. “Not my family.” he pleaded softly. “Send me after any Muggle! Have me kill Severus! But don’t ask me to sacrifice my family.”
His family was the only thing in his life that he truly held dear. Draco was his pride and joy. Narcissa was his soul. It was her soft voice and Draco’s hopes for the future that kept him going.
He pretended to be disgusted by Draco’s refusal to take the dark mark, but honestly, he was very proud of his son’s determination. He hoped that Draco and Harry would be able to stand side by side to defeat the Dark Lord.
His own life was no longer important. He would gladly sacrifice it to see a new world emerge that his family could live freely.
Voldemort looked deeply into Lucius’ eyes. He fought to not allow his gaze to flicker from the Dark Lord. He was being tested. He knew it.
Voldemort narrowed his gaze before nodding to another Death Eater, “Bring them,” he said simply.
Lucius eyes widened as he watched his beloved wife being brought out. She was being dragged as she was unconscious.
Behind her, Draco was also being dragged out. When Lucius saw him, he started forward only to be stopped by two Death Eaters that stood on either side of him. They held the elder Malfoy in place as his wife and son were dragged into the center of the room and turned to face him.
Voldemort watched as Lucius slid to his knees. “Please,” he said softly. “Not my family.” His eyes met his son’s. “Take me. Kill me if you will. Just leave my family out of this.”
The Dark Lord moved closer to him and whispered maliciously, “But they are a part of this. As much as I own your soul, so I also own theirs.”
Turning to the Death Eaters that surrounded Narcissa, he smiled evilly and nodded. Immediately both Lucius and Draco were forced to watch as ten men tore Narcissa’s clothes from her body, and whipped her bloody, then took turns using her half-sensless, broken body. When they were done with her, one of them stepped behind her and slit her throat.
Unable to stand the sight of his beautiful angel being raped and murdered, Lucius turned his head away. A sob escaped him before he could smother it.
The sound did not, however, escape Voldemort’s attention. He turned an amused gaze back to his once right hand, and said, “But wait!” He sneered when the blonde looked back up and into his eyes. “I saved the best part for last.” He gestured to Draco, who turned his eyes from the corpse of his mother to Lucius.
Father spoke to son, “I’m sorry, Draco.” He choked on the words. “I’m so very sorry, my son!”
Draco looked to his father and smiled to him gently. “I forgive you. They can take my life, but they’ll never have my soul, Dad.”
No sooner had he spoke than the Death Eaters withdrew their wands and began hexing Draco. “Crucio!” one of them spat.
As soon as the curse would start to fade, they’d hit him again. When Draco was finally too weary to draw breath anymore, Voldemort hit him with the death blow, “Avada Kadavra!”
Shaking his head, Lucius turned to meet the monster\'s gaze. His voice betrayed his hatred, “I served you faithfully!” He swore softly. “I gave you my loyalty even though I despised you.”
Voldemort moved closer to the beautiful blond man and spoke softly as he looked deeply into his eyes. “You have nothing else to live for, Lucius. I have taken everything from you.” He tilted his head. “There is only one other thing I can take from you.”
Lucius braced himself for the Avada Kadavra. He knew that his death was coming he welcomed it now. “Go ahead. Take my life. There is nothing else you can do to me.”
Voldemort shook his head and removed his glove from his almost skeletal hand. “Oh no, Lucius. There is one more thing I can take from you that I haven’t yet.”
Lucius whispered softly, “You’ve taken my family. All that I hold dear is gone. What else could you take from me?”
Voldemort\'s hand reached out and clasped Lucius’ cheek. A burning sensation began to crawl over the entire left side of his face, “Your beauty...”
Severus had found him after the battle had started. His body was discarded along with the lifeless bodies of his wife and son. The right half of his face was still beautiful perfection. His long lustrous hair was still platinum white.
However, the entire left side of his face was ugly burns and scars. His eye was white, and unseeing.
Because it was a magical burn, there was no way to heal the scars. No glamour would work to cover his imperfection.
So he hid within the confines of Malfoy Manor. He offered Dumbledore any assistance he could for research towards the defeat of the Dark Lord. They were free to use his private library. But he never left the safety of the Manor. No company came to see him, save Albus and Severus. He preferred it that way.
When the missive came that both Albus and Severus were away and Hermione had volunteered to come do the needed research, he had battled with himself to refuse their request. But he had finally given in.
Hermione was welcome. He would stay in his private chambers while she was in his home. She was here to work. It was not like he had to entertain her.
He chuckled at that idea. Easy way to entertain her would be to let her view his face. He was sure the Mudblood would find that entertaining, no doubt.
Rising, he moved to his chambers. He had given the house elves orders to help Miss Granger with anything she may need in her visit here. She would be arriving on the morrow. He sighed as he limped, dragging his bad leg behind him to his room. The Manor was huge. He could avoid her easily while she was here...
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This is a little OOC for Lucius. But I am working with the assumption that he is no longer a PROUD Pureblood, but now, a broken, tormented man. Please review. Let me know if this idea is even worth another chapter.
I am a big fan of Beauty and the Beast. It is my all time favorite story, and I thought that Lucius, and Hermione would make for an interesting take on the story.
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Prologue
His loyalty to the Dark Lord had been brought into question before. It had not been so long ago. He remembered now how many times he had been forced to prove his loyalty. So many times he had been forced to murder and hurt innocents in the name of the Dark Lord.
He had been born into servitude to the Dark Lord. He had not always agreed with the man, but he had believed that following him would be the easiest way to keep his family at a high wizarding status.
So, he had put up with continually having to prove his loyalty to the man. Until...
“You want ... WHAT?” Lucius voice had been little more than a whisper.
“I want you to prove your loyalty, Lucius. Give me your wife’s body and slay your son.” The voice held an air of amusement. “I want to see your hand drip with the blood of your child. I want to watch with you as your wife is taken by your fellow Death Eaters, then tossed aside.”
Lucius Malfoy had fell to his knees before Voldemort. “Not my family.” he pleaded softly. “Send me after any Muggle! Have me kill Severus! But don’t ask me to sacrifice my family.”
His family was the only thing in his life that he truly held dear. Draco was his pride and joy. Narcissa was his soul. It was her soft voice and Draco’s hopes for the future that kept him going.
He pretended to be disgusted by Draco’s refusal to take the dark mark, but honestly, he was very proud of his son’s determination. He hoped that Draco and Harry would be able to stand side by side to defeat the Dark Lord.
His own life was no longer important. He would gladly sacrifice it to see a new world emerge that his family could live freely.
Voldemort looked deeply into Lucius’ eyes. He fought to not allow his gaze to flicker from the Dark Lord. He was being tested. He knew it.
Voldemort narrowed his gaze before nodding to another Death Eater, “Bring them,” he said simply.
Lucius eyes widened as he watched his beloved wife being brought out. She was being dragged as she was unconscious.
Behind her, Draco was also being dragged out. When Lucius saw him, he started forward only to be stopped by two Death Eaters that stood on either side of him. They held the elder Malfoy in place as his wife and son were dragged into the center of the room and turned to face him.
Voldemort watched as Lucius slid to his knees. “Please,” he said softly. “Not my family.” His eyes met his son’s. “Take me. Kill me if you will. Just leave my family out of this.”
The Dark Lord moved closer to him and whispered maliciously, “But they are a part of this. As much as I own your soul, so I also own theirs.”
Turning to the Death Eaters that surrounded Narcissa, he smiled evilly and nodded. Immediately both Lucius and Draco were forced to watch as ten men tore Narcissa’s clothes from her body, and whipped her bloody, then took turns using her half-sensless, broken body. When they were done with her, one of them stepped behind her and slit her throat.
Unable to stand the sight of his beautiful angel being raped and murdered, Lucius turned his head away. A sob escaped him before he could smother it.
The sound did not, however, escape Voldemort’s attention. He turned an amused gaze back to his once right hand, and said, “But wait!” He sneered when the blonde looked back up and into his eyes. “I saved the best part for last.” He gestured to Draco, who turned his eyes from the corpse of his mother to Lucius.
Father spoke to son, “I’m sorry, Draco.” He choked on the words. “I’m so very sorry, my son!”
Draco looked to his father and smiled to him gently. “I forgive you. They can take my life, but they’ll never have my soul, Dad.”
No sooner had he spoke than the Death Eaters withdrew their wands and began hexing Draco. “Crucio!” one of them spat.
As soon as the curse would start to fade, they’d hit him again. When Draco was finally too weary to draw breath anymore, Voldemort hit him with the death blow, “Avada Kadavra!”
Shaking his head, Lucius turned to meet the monster\'s gaze. His voice betrayed his hatred, “I served you faithfully!” He swore softly. “I gave you my loyalty even though I despised you.”
Voldemort moved closer to the beautiful blond man and spoke softly as he looked deeply into his eyes. “You have nothing else to live for, Lucius. I have taken everything from you.” He tilted his head. “There is only one other thing I can take from you.”
Lucius braced himself for the Avada Kadavra. He knew that his death was coming he welcomed it now. “Go ahead. Take my life. There is nothing else you can do to me.”
Voldemort shook his head and removed his glove from his almost skeletal hand. “Oh no, Lucius. There is one more thing I can take from you that I haven’t yet.”
Lucius whispered softly, “You’ve taken my family. All that I hold dear is gone. What else could you take from me?”
Voldemort\'s hand reached out and clasped Lucius’ cheek. A burning sensation began to crawl over the entire left side of his face, “Your beauty...”
Severus had found him after the battle had started. His body was discarded along with the lifeless bodies of his wife and son. The right half of his face was still beautiful perfection. His long lustrous hair was still platinum white.
However, the entire left side of his face was ugly burns and scars. His eye was white, and unseeing.
Because it was a magical burn, there was no way to heal the scars. No glamour would work to cover his imperfection.
So he hid within the confines of Malfoy Manor. He offered Dumbledore any assistance he could for research towards the defeat of the Dark Lord. They were free to use his private library. But he never left the safety of the Manor. No company came to see him, save Albus and Severus. He preferred it that way.
When the missive came that both Albus and Severus were away and Hermione had volunteered to come do the needed research, he had battled with himself to refuse their request. But he had finally given in.
Hermione was welcome. He would stay in his private chambers while she was in his home. She was here to work. It was not like he had to entertain her.
He chuckled at that idea. Easy way to entertain her would be to let her view his face. He was sure the Mudblood would find that entertaining, no doubt.
Rising, he moved to his chambers. He had given the house elves orders to help Miss Granger with anything she may need in her visit here. She would be arriving on the morrow. He sighed as he limped, dragging his bad leg behind him to his room. The Manor was huge. He could avoid her easily while she was here...
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This is a little OOC for Lucius. But I am working with the assumption that he is no longer a PROUD Pureblood, but now, a broken, tormented man. Please review. Let me know if this idea is even worth another chapter.