All Within, part 6
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scripsiTitle: All Within
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J. K. Rowling.
Rating: PG13
Category: Angst
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Luna Lovegood
Summary: He had forgotten about the girl in the cellar. Lucius Malfoy is given a price, but Luna Lovegood is not an ordinary girl and perhaps Lucius isn't quite who he was either. Not exactly a romance. An AU-fic taking place after Deathly Hallows.
As Lucius spoke, all colour drained from Molly's face. She said nothing, just shook her head slowly in a mute denial of what he had told her. Luna slipped up beside her and Molly embraced her hard, though she still stared at Lucius as if she hoped he would retract his words.
"You will find his body in the hall, I am sure you want to see to his funeral yourself."
Molly shook her head again, but this time quickly as if she wanted to clear it as if those words were even harder to comprehend. "You did what? He's here? You brought him here?"
Lucius stepped aside to let her out of the kitchen and Molly almost ran though the door, with Luna in tow. When he followed them to the hall he found Molly kneeling at her son's side, tenderly stroking his face. In death, Charlie's face looked peaceful as if he had not endured days of torture before the killing curse had ended his life, a paradox Lucius has noted before. The most forbidden curse ought to mark the body, but instead it left its victim looking at peace with their destiny. Narcissa, he remembered suddenly and painfully, had looked peaceful too.
Lucius felt very uncomfortable, he felt he had no place so close to the woman's grief, but he had to tell her something one more thing. "My gardens are big and I am sure you can find a suitable place somewhere in it. Please, feel free to choose a place that you think may suit"
Molly didn't answer him, but Luna looked up at him and nodded and Lucius left, fleeing the dark room for the light and fresh air outside. He stayed there, just outside the doors to keep his own vigil and eventually Molly and Luna came out with Charlie's body floating in the air before them, aided by Molly's stunted wand. He watched them until they disappeared from view behind the hedges, but he stayed in place. His hunger and tiredness seemed to have been banished and he kept waiting wrapped in his thoughts as the afternoon slowly crept towards evening.
Lucius had never planned to take Charlie's body home. He had not been satisfied with the way the capture of the young man had been handled, that was s true. In the end, Charlie Weasley was a pure blood and as such he ought to have been given the chance to talk before more violent persuasions took place. Lucius had wanted to be in charge of the interrogation himself, he had felt certain that he could have had some good results, especially as he could have used Molly's presence in his home for leverage, but he had not been allowed to. Instead Voldemort had questioned Charlie himself and in his impatience disregarded all subtlety. Charlie had not talked. He had screamed and cried and begged, but he had not talked and in the end the Dark Lord had lost the little patience he possessed and killed him.
For Lucius it had been a distasteful experience, which surprised him- he could not recall being so affected by a situation like this before. It felt wrong to so offhandedly kill a pure-blood wizard, blood traitor or not. He ought to have been imprisoned and given the way to change his beliefs, not to be slaughted like he had been a common mudblood. The secret dismay Lucius felt must somehow have leaked through the barriers he had set up in his mind, because when it was all over, the Dark Lord had turned to him.
" Lucius, as you are used to getting rid of bodies, why don't you clean up here."
Lucius had bowed, of course, but humiliation burned in him. A Malfoy should not be treated like a lowly servant, but he said nothing, ignoring the smirks from his fellow Death Eaters as they all left, leaving him with the body. He had watched it for a while, wondering what to do with it and then he thought of Molly. It was her son, she could take care of him. She would want to take care of him and Lucius could get rid of the unwanted task altogether.
He had never pitied Mrs. Weasley for her losses, feeling that she deserved none as she still had children left. Now he wondered if her situation wasn't worse than his own. He had lost his family, the worst had already happened. The worry he had felt for Draco every single day since he first held his infant son in his arms, that worry was gone now, replaced with sorrow. For Molly, however, her grief had brought no relief from the worries. Every day must bring a new waiting for the worst possible news. For the news he had brought her today. And tomorrow she would be waiting again, waiting and worrying for the five children she still had alive. Lucius didn't like Molly Weasley, but in that moment he did feel a small measure of sympathy for her.
It was nearly dark when Molly and Luna returned. They walked slowly, Luna's arm wrapped around the older woman's waist. They passed Lucius without a glance, at first he thought they didn't even notice him, but as the threshold Molly stopped.
"Thank you," she said without turning her head, before they went inside. Lucius stayed for a while longer, until night had completely fallen. Luna would stay with Molly tonight, he was sure of that, and he felt no inclination to find her and make her sleep with him. Instead he retreated to his library with a bottle of fire whiskey, to try to find sleep with its help.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J. K. Rowling.
Rating: PG13
Category: Angst
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Luna Lovegood
Summary: He had forgotten about the girl in the cellar. Lucius Malfoy is given a price, but Luna Lovegood is not an ordinary girl and perhaps Lucius isn't quite who he was either. Not exactly a romance. An AU-fic taking place after Deathly Hallows.
As Lucius spoke, all colour drained from Molly's face. She said nothing, just shook her head slowly in a mute denial of what he had told her. Luna slipped up beside her and Molly embraced her hard, though she still stared at Lucius as if she hoped he would retract his words.
"You will find his body in the hall, I am sure you want to see to his funeral yourself."
Molly shook her head again, but this time quickly as if she wanted to clear it as if those words were even harder to comprehend. "You did what? He's here? You brought him here?"
Lucius stepped aside to let her out of the kitchen and Molly almost ran though the door, with Luna in tow. When he followed them to the hall he found Molly kneeling at her son's side, tenderly stroking his face. In death, Charlie's face looked peaceful as if he had not endured days of torture before the killing curse had ended his life, a paradox Lucius has noted before. The most forbidden curse ought to mark the body, but instead it left its victim looking at peace with their destiny. Narcissa, he remembered suddenly and painfully, had looked peaceful too.
Lucius felt very uncomfortable, he felt he had no place so close to the woman's grief, but he had to tell her something one more thing. "My gardens are big and I am sure you can find a suitable place somewhere in it. Please, feel free to choose a place that you think may suit"
Molly didn't answer him, but Luna looked up at him and nodded and Lucius left, fleeing the dark room for the light and fresh air outside. He stayed there, just outside the doors to keep his own vigil and eventually Molly and Luna came out with Charlie's body floating in the air before them, aided by Molly's stunted wand. He watched them until they disappeared from view behind the hedges, but he stayed in place. His hunger and tiredness seemed to have been banished and he kept waiting wrapped in his thoughts as the afternoon slowly crept towards evening.
Lucius had never planned to take Charlie's body home. He had not been satisfied with the way the capture of the young man had been handled, that was s true. In the end, Charlie Weasley was a pure blood and as such he ought to have been given the chance to talk before more violent persuasions took place. Lucius had wanted to be in charge of the interrogation himself, he had felt certain that he could have had some good results, especially as he could have used Molly's presence in his home for leverage, but he had not been allowed to. Instead Voldemort had questioned Charlie himself and in his impatience disregarded all subtlety. Charlie had not talked. He had screamed and cried and begged, but he had not talked and in the end the Dark Lord had lost the little patience he possessed and killed him.
For Lucius it had been a distasteful experience, which surprised him- he could not recall being so affected by a situation like this before. It felt wrong to so offhandedly kill a pure-blood wizard, blood traitor or not. He ought to have been imprisoned and given the way to change his beliefs, not to be slaughted like he had been a common mudblood. The secret dismay Lucius felt must somehow have leaked through the barriers he had set up in his mind, because when it was all over, the Dark Lord had turned to him.
" Lucius, as you are used to getting rid of bodies, why don't you clean up here."
Lucius had bowed, of course, but humiliation burned in him. A Malfoy should not be treated like a lowly servant, but he said nothing, ignoring the smirks from his fellow Death Eaters as they all left, leaving him with the body. He had watched it for a while, wondering what to do with it and then he thought of Molly. It was her son, she could take care of him. She would want to take care of him and Lucius could get rid of the unwanted task altogether.
He had never pitied Mrs. Weasley for her losses, feeling that she deserved none as she still had children left. Now he wondered if her situation wasn't worse than his own. He had lost his family, the worst had already happened. The worry he had felt for Draco every single day since he first held his infant son in his arms, that worry was gone now, replaced with sorrow. For Molly, however, her grief had brought no relief from the worries. Every day must bring a new waiting for the worst possible news. For the news he had brought her today. And tomorrow she would be waiting again, waiting and worrying for the five children she still had alive. Lucius didn't like Molly Weasley, but in that moment he did feel a small measure of sympathy for her.
It was nearly dark when Molly and Luna returned. They walked slowly, Luna's arm wrapped around the older woman's waist. They passed Lucius without a glance, at first he thought they didn't even notice him, but as the threshold Molly stopped.
"Thank you," she said without turning her head, before they went inside. Lucius stayed for a while longer, until night had completely fallen. Luna would stay with Molly tonight, he was sure of that, and he felt no inclination to find her and make her sleep with him. Instead he retreated to his library with a bottle of fire whiskey, to try to find sleep with its help.
