Complementary

Title: Complementary
Author: rotschopf
Type: FPS
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/ Harry Potter
Disclaimer: nope, still not mine; pity, though...
Note: Please review. It\'s my first HP story and I want to know if I do a good job or not.
luv & hugs, rotschopf the drow


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Prologue: Up and away


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\"No, no, please. My Lord. Let her go.\"

Cruel laughter, that sent shivers down the spine of a kneeling man.

\"Why, Lucius. Sunk low enough to beg? How disgusting! Crucio!\" Screaming, incredible pain, every nerve on fire. Bending, squirming. Then, release. \"You\'ve failed me in more than one way. Three, to be precise.\" The man was hauled up by to hooded figures. \"You not only failed to bring me the prophecy. No... You fell into the hands of the enemy. And the first thing you do once you were freed by McNair... you torture and kill Bellatrix!\" Another figure came into vision. A woman with pale blond hair, blood all over her face, her body. \"But, my dear Lucius, I won\'t simply kill you. No. I\'m in no merciful mood today. Not even for you.\"

A figure in Death Eater mask grabbed the woman in threw it to the feet of Voldemort.

\"What will you do to her?\"

\"Oh, a lot of things, my dear Lucius. I think Bellatrix is worth a memorial, don\'t you think? Crucio!\"

Pain again, fever running through veins that cannot hold the pressure and simply burst. Stop. For the moment.

\"It seems your wife has more guts than you. At least, she doesn\'t scream like a woman,\" McNair said with a sadistic laugh.

\"Imperio!\"

Lucius stared at his wife. Like a puppet she stood up and took the dagger McNair offered to him.

\"No, Narcissa.\"

She grabbed her hair and cut it. Then, she started to cut her clothes from her body, piece by piece, until she stood naked in front of all the man.

\"Truly beautiful, your wife,\" Voldemort drooled. \"I wonder what she tastes like.\"

\"Keep your hands of her!\"

\"Well, well, Lucius, I don\'t take commands very well,\" the Lord sneered. \"Crucio!\"

Silent suffering this time. How much more? How much longer?

\"Come here, Narcissa, my dear.\" The cursed woman obediently sat on Voldemort’s lap. Slowly he traced her invisible lines on her skin with his tongue, making them visible by following the path with the dagger. “Oh, yes. Truly exquisite.”

He handed her the dagger back, spreading her legs. Lucius starred in disbelief at his wife as she placed the knife between her legs and started cutting. She screamed in pain, but the curse made it impossible for her to stop.

“Yes, that’s it, lovely dear,” Voldemort purred into her dear. “Now, you do want to feel it inside of you, don’t you?”

“No!” Lucius screamed. “What do you want?”

“Nothing that you can give me, my dear servant. I have no use for you anymore.” He pointed his wand at Narcissa. “Crucio!”

This time, she screamed. The lines that Voldemort had cut over her white skin cracked open and started to bleed heavily.

“Oh, you may as well cut yourself open, dear. I believe you are as lovely on the inside as on the outside.”

Lucius closed his eyes. He did not want to see. He did not want to feel. He simply wanted it to stop.

“Open your eyes, Lucius. You miss all the fun.” Voldemort laughed. “I said, open your eyes. Crucio!”

Lucius didn’t give the Dark Lord the pleasure to hear him scream again. The ached, squirmed, thrashed, but he didn’t make a sound.

“I’m disappointed in you, Lucius. Too proud to scream, now, are we?”

Lucius opened his eyes and looked the monster in the eye. Cold, merciless, soulless, monster… He once had followed th Dark Lord. The Lord he knew before he fell. He was not the same ever since he had returned. Nothing was left of the man he thought he knew.

He looked at his wife. His beloved wife. Some people thought he didn’t love her, but he did. With a passion and kindness no one except his family knew him capable of. And Voldemort. The bastard knew what he was doing. That it would pain Lucius almost as much as if it was Draco, his dragon, who got hurt by the Dark Lord. Only that Draco was safe, in Hogwarts. Safe, even if Lucius despised the old wizard that headed the school. Safe, because Dumbledore was one of the two wizards Voldemort feared.

This was hopeless. He could not possibly save his wife. She grinned madly, slicing her ope open with the dagger.

“I am sorry, my love. I will take care of our dragon,” he murmured. “You’ve made a crucial mistake, Tom. No one crosses a Malfoy. No one!” With a soft ‘pop’ Lucius disappeared, leaving his wife at the mercy of the Death Eaters and their Lord.

“Shall we track him down, my Lord?” McNair asked.

Voldemort shrugged. “No, let him leave. He won’t be a problem for us anymore. Hunted by the Ministry and by me… Where could he possibly go? Besides, he still h rol role to play. A role he\'s not quite aware of yet. - Now, kill that pathetic creature and get her out of my sight. She isn’t entertaining me anymore.”

Voldemort rose and left it to McNair to bestow the killing curse onto Narcissa Malfoy.

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In number four, Privet Drive, a boy with a bleeding, lightning scar awoke with a start, bathed in sweat from the nightmare he just had.