What Lies Beneath
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Ginny
Rating:
Adult +
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3
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25,619
Reviews:
19
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Currently Reading:
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What Lies Beneath
Lucius was weary. His ice blue eyes glanced over at his new bride as he mind swept over all things that had occurred in order for him to receive her.
He had first joined the ranks of Death Eater at the age of 18. He had been raised to know that he was a Malfoy and what his life would be like.
He had no identity outside of being the Malfoy heir. As a young man, it was trying. He wanted a place in the world, a purpose... and not one planned for him.
He had been invited to a gathering by an old Slytherin friend. The one called He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named would be there, to speak of his work.
Lucius thought as his father did about the man currently tearing their world apart.
It was highly uncivilized to go around killing and torturing people. There were better, more civilized ways of destroying Mudbloods and Muggles. More Slytherin ways then the gore of killing.
But he had gone anyway, wanting to get out of his parents home for the evening.
He had been captivating... the Dark Lord. Everything he said had made sense. Lucius felt as though what this man was doing would give him that purpose! That reason for being... so he held out his left arm and was branded.
His life changed forever that day.
He spent his time living a double life. He would work during the day with his father, sometimes using his influence to help the Dark Lords work. During the nights he was pulled into revels, raids and killings.
His first few months as a Death Eater, he hadn't had to kill anyone or see anyone die. But then he came to his first revel and he wanted out.
He hadn't signed-up for rape, torture and killing young women. He was disgusted by the display. Not even a Muggleborn deserved that, he thought.
That night he also discovered that you never leave the Death Eaters. He had been tortured by Voldemort himself. Curcio'd until he couldn't breathe.
From then on Lucius played the part of avid follower, never meaning it, also looking for a way out.
Then... something happened.
He became a father.
The first time he had held Draco in his arms, he cried. There was this other little life depending on him, loving him, trusting him. It was daunting to say the least.
Lucius knew the world Draco was born into was at war and dangerous. He also knew that the Dark Lord would never give up until he was ruler of the world and everyone stopping him was destroyed.
So, Lucius stopped looking for a way out, he instead did all the terrible things expected of him. Not because he liked it or wanted to. But for Draco.
When this madman ruled, he needed to make sure his son was cared for. So he did what he had to.
Lucius had been overjoyed when the Dark Lord fell and crushed when he rose again.
Now, after doing everything to keep his family safe... Draco was dead. Killed by the Dark Lord for not raping a young girl. Lucius was proud inside that his son wouldn't do something like that, but the feeling of emptiness overpowered the proud feeling.
Narcissa had died at the hands of her crazed sister and consort of the Dark Lord, Bellatrix, years before.
Now Lucius had been given a present. A young Pureblood girl to be his new bride.
With a sigh he turned to the girl, who was no older than 19 years of age.
She sat on the sofa of his study, back straight, brown eyes staring at the rug in front of her, her long red hair flowing around her upper body.
"So, you are my gift," he noted, gray eyes impassionate as he stared at the beautiful girl.
When she didn't respond, he set down his glass of whiskey and walked up to her seat and leaned over her.
"Do you not speak anymore? I remember a time when you couldn't be quite, little Weasley," he said quietly, using his index finger to tilt her chin up.
Her brown eyes met his gray and they sat there, staring at one another.
With a sigh, he straightened. "Follow me, I will show to our rooms."
Her eyes registered surprise, but it was gone before most would notice... but he did.
She silently followed him into the room they would share for as long as the Dark Lord willed them to live.
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More coming soon! Any comments on my progress are welcome!
He had first joined the ranks of Death Eater at the age of 18. He had been raised to know that he was a Malfoy and what his life would be like.
He had no identity outside of being the Malfoy heir. As a young man, it was trying. He wanted a place in the world, a purpose... and not one planned for him.
He had been invited to a gathering by an old Slytherin friend. The one called He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named would be there, to speak of his work.
Lucius thought as his father did about the man currently tearing their world apart.
It was highly uncivilized to go around killing and torturing people. There were better, more civilized ways of destroying Mudbloods and Muggles. More Slytherin ways then the gore of killing.
But he had gone anyway, wanting to get out of his parents home for the evening.
He had been captivating... the Dark Lord. Everything he said had made sense. Lucius felt as though what this man was doing would give him that purpose! That reason for being... so he held out his left arm and was branded.
His life changed forever that day.
He spent his time living a double life. He would work during the day with his father, sometimes using his influence to help the Dark Lords work. During the nights he was pulled into revels, raids and killings.
His first few months as a Death Eater, he hadn't had to kill anyone or see anyone die. But then he came to his first revel and he wanted out.
He hadn't signed-up for rape, torture and killing young women. He was disgusted by the display. Not even a Muggleborn deserved that, he thought.
That night he also discovered that you never leave the Death Eaters. He had been tortured by Voldemort himself. Curcio'd until he couldn't breathe.
From then on Lucius played the part of avid follower, never meaning it, also looking for a way out.
Then... something happened.
He became a father.
The first time he had held Draco in his arms, he cried. There was this other little life depending on him, loving him, trusting him. It was daunting to say the least.
Lucius knew the world Draco was born into was at war and dangerous. He also knew that the Dark Lord would never give up until he was ruler of the world and everyone stopping him was destroyed.
So, Lucius stopped looking for a way out, he instead did all the terrible things expected of him. Not because he liked it or wanted to. But for Draco.
When this madman ruled, he needed to make sure his son was cared for. So he did what he had to.
Lucius had been overjoyed when the Dark Lord fell and crushed when he rose again.
Now, after doing everything to keep his family safe... Draco was dead. Killed by the Dark Lord for not raping a young girl. Lucius was proud inside that his son wouldn't do something like that, but the feeling of emptiness overpowered the proud feeling.
Narcissa had died at the hands of her crazed sister and consort of the Dark Lord, Bellatrix, years before.
Now Lucius had been given a present. A young Pureblood girl to be his new bride.
With a sigh he turned to the girl, who was no older than 19 years of age.
She sat on the sofa of his study, back straight, brown eyes staring at the rug in front of her, her long red hair flowing around her upper body.
"So, you are my gift," he noted, gray eyes impassionate as he stared at the beautiful girl.
When she didn't respond, he set down his glass of whiskey and walked up to her seat and leaned over her.
"Do you not speak anymore? I remember a time when you couldn't be quite, little Weasley," he said quietly, using his index finger to tilt her chin up.
Her brown eyes met his gray and they sat there, staring at one another.
With a sigh, he straightened. "Follow me, I will show to our rooms."
Her eyes registered surprise, but it was gone before most would notice... but he did.
She silently followed him into the room they would share for as long as the Dark Lord willed them to live.
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More coming soon! Any comments on my progress are welcome!