All Within, part 7
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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.
Ho-hum, Fanficiton.net seems to be on a purge once again. I have had stories pulled before and been banned once, so lets see how long I will last...
Lucius woke up in his armchair the next morning, his head pounding. Stiff and a bit disoriented and with a foul taste in his mouth it took him a few moments to realize that he must have fallen asleep where he sat. Too much to drink, much too much. He sat very still, keeping his eyes closed and slowly started to collect his memories of the previous day, but then he felt something touching his arm lightly and he looked up, straight into Luna's silvery eyes. She was holding a cup of steaming tea and when he looked up she offered it to him. Lucius accepted it, just the scent of the hot drink made him feel more awake. Unexpectedly he also felt rather touched. Once Narcissa had used to bring him tea when he sat up late working and he used to chide her, telling her that it was the servant's job, but they had both known that it had been an expression of love. Luna's thoughtfulness brought the memory of it back and with it a realization that this was the first act of kindness anyone had given him since the day his family had died. The unaccustomed feeling of gratefulness made him look at her a bit more closely, observing that even if she looked her usual calm, she was even paler than usual and it was clear to Lucius that she must have cried only recently. Of course, she must have known Charlie, must have known all the Weasleys and it should not surprise him that she was affected by his death.
"Wait!" Luna, who had turned to leave stopped and looked at him with some surprise. "How are you? How do you feel?"
For a moment he actually thought she would answer him, but she only made a little half-shrug before she disappeared. Having lived with her for so many months Lucius though he was quite right to interpret that as "I'm not so well, but I will get by."
The house grew very, very quiet the following days. Though he had never talked with Molly expect giving her orders, she had still been a presence that hummed and talked with Luna in the background. Now she shrank into herself, growing almost as quiet as Luna. Even the sullen rebellion was gone in her eyes. Luna, who hardly could speak less, stopped even with her rare smiles, but Lucius noticed that she often looked at him, quick searching glances and he wondered what she was looking for, or what she was seeing.
Soon after Charlies's death, Lucius started to dream nightmares, dreaming about Charlie in the last moments of his life. Lucius woke up from them cold and shivering, but they didn't start to alarm him until Charlie was replaced with Luna. Silently she tossed and turned as the Cruciatus Curse s hit her over and over, moving slowly as if she was under water, with her long hair floating around her face. From those dreams he woke up with his heart pounding straight into a new and growing fear, the fear that he would very soon be forced to see in life what he dreamed about at night.
The Dark Lord still searched for Harry Potter and though Luna had been a captive for so long she was still one of Potter's closest friends. It was only a matter of time before everyone who knew him would be pulled before the Dark Lord so he could extract as much information as possible about his enemy. True, Molly was much more likely to be chosen first, but though Lucius didn't care for the woman, he hated the thought of Luna's reaction if her friend was taken away. And after Molly, it would be Luna's turn. Sooner or later he would receive the order to bring her to Voldemort. She wouldn't talk, Lucius was sure she wouldn't, and that bravery would only ensure her a long and painful death. And Lucius wouldn't be able to protect her and he wouldn't be able to save her.
The world became a strange place, long exhausting days where Lucius spent all his energy on shielding his mind from any probing, knowing that some of his thought were very dangerous for his health indeed. Every effort he could think of he used in trying to find Harry Potter. If the boy could finally be dealt with, if the Dark Lord could have his victory, then Luna would be safe. But how tired his hard work made him, his nights brought no rest anymore, the nightmares seemingly hovering to assault him as soon as he managed to fall asleep.
After a while the dreams changed again, as if they had fulfilled their purpose in making him fear for Luna's life in his waking hours- his nightmares had more to tell him. Instead of Luna it was now Draco, crying and begging and Lucius stood beside the Dark Lord mute and helpless. He knew in his dreams that Draco was already dead, but it didn't stop the anguish at seeing his son being tormented so. One night he dreamt that Draco was dead, lying on the ground just as he had been after the battle at Hogwarts. Though everything was dark around them, he could see Draco clearly, the boy's eyes still open and at his side stood Luna, looking at him with that searching gaze he had seen lately, but then she kneeled down, closing Draco's eyes, but by then she wasn't Luna anymore. It was Narcissa kneeling there, weeping silently and clutching the body to her chest. Lucius stood there unable to move, unable to share his wife's grief as he knew what would happen next, knew it because it had already happen. He wanted it to stop, he wanted to run away, but he couldn't move. He just stood there, watching his wife crying, as the darkness slowly rolled away from them and more and more Death Eaters clustered around them. And behind him, Lucius knew, stood the Dark Lord himself, and knew that even before he heard that cold voice from behind.
"Your wife has betrayed me, Lucius. She lied about Potter. She is a traitor and deserves only death."
The people around them murmured and shrank back from the Malfoy's, living and dead they were suddenly something dangerous to be around, as if they carried a deadly disease. Lucius swallowed and gripped his wand; it felt slippery and unwilling under his hand. He knew what he had to do, knew it, but couldn't get himself to move his arm and summoning the words. Then Narcissa slowly started to raise her head to look at him. That was wrong, she had not done that. She had not reacted to anything that happened around her, had never acknowledges the Dark Lord's words at all. But now, in Lucius dream, she looked up and he panicked, knowing that if he met his wife's eyes, all would be lost, all his resolve would be gone and then he woke up.
He woke up, sitting in his bed gasping for breath. The memories he had fought back for so long flooded his mind, he couldn't stop them anymore and he threw himself out of the bed, scrambling over the floor as if it would be possible to run away. Then he stopped and with his hands over his face he finally had to remember the very last moment of his Narcissa's life. It lasted an eternity, or perhaps it was just seconds, it felt like he was drowning in his memories, lost in them, but then someone took one of his cold hands, clasping it with two warm ones and a little bit of the warmth seeped into his skin and pulled him back. Lucius became aware of his surroundings again, he was kneeling on the floor and Luna was kneeling in front of him, in the moonlight from the window she looked ethereal, a silver spectre ready to dissolve in front of his eyes, but she still held his hand and she was warm and real. She looked at him for a little while, and then she suddenly spoke;
"You know you can't go on keeping it all inside you. You must let it out now."
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.
Ho-hum, Fanficiton.net seems to be on a purge once again. I have had stories pulled before and been banned once, so lets see how long I will last...
Lucius woke up in his armchair the next morning, his head pounding. Stiff and a bit disoriented and with a foul taste in his mouth it took him a few moments to realize that he must have fallen asleep where he sat. Too much to drink, much too much. He sat very still, keeping his eyes closed and slowly started to collect his memories of the previous day, but then he felt something touching his arm lightly and he looked up, straight into Luna's silvery eyes. She was holding a cup of steaming tea and when he looked up she offered it to him. Lucius accepted it, just the scent of the hot drink made him feel more awake. Unexpectedly he also felt rather touched. Once Narcissa had used to bring him tea when he sat up late working and he used to chide her, telling her that it was the servant's job, but they had both known that it had been an expression of love. Luna's thoughtfulness brought the memory of it back and with it a realization that this was the first act of kindness anyone had given him since the day his family had died. The unaccustomed feeling of gratefulness made him look at her a bit more closely, observing that even if she looked her usual calm, she was even paler than usual and it was clear to Lucius that she must have cried only recently. Of course, she must have known Charlie, must have known all the Weasleys and it should not surprise him that she was affected by his death.
"Wait!" Luna, who had turned to leave stopped and looked at him with some surprise. "How are you? How do you feel?"
For a moment he actually thought she would answer him, but she only made a little half-shrug before she disappeared. Having lived with her for so many months Lucius though he was quite right to interpret that as "I'm not so well, but I will get by."
The house grew very, very quiet the following days. Though he had never talked with Molly expect giving her orders, she had still been a presence that hummed and talked with Luna in the background. Now she shrank into herself, growing almost as quiet as Luna. Even the sullen rebellion was gone in her eyes. Luna, who hardly could speak less, stopped even with her rare smiles, but Lucius noticed that she often looked at him, quick searching glances and he wondered what she was looking for, or what she was seeing.
Soon after Charlies's death, Lucius started to dream nightmares, dreaming about Charlie in the last moments of his life. Lucius woke up from them cold and shivering, but they didn't start to alarm him until Charlie was replaced with Luna. Silently she tossed and turned as the Cruciatus Curse s hit her over and over, moving slowly as if she was under water, with her long hair floating around her face. From those dreams he woke up with his heart pounding straight into a new and growing fear, the fear that he would very soon be forced to see in life what he dreamed about at night.
The Dark Lord still searched for Harry Potter and though Luna had been a captive for so long she was still one of Potter's closest friends. It was only a matter of time before everyone who knew him would be pulled before the Dark Lord so he could extract as much information as possible about his enemy. True, Molly was much more likely to be chosen first, but though Lucius didn't care for the woman, he hated the thought of Luna's reaction if her friend was taken away. And after Molly, it would be Luna's turn. Sooner or later he would receive the order to bring her to Voldemort. She wouldn't talk, Lucius was sure she wouldn't, and that bravery would only ensure her a long and painful death. And Lucius wouldn't be able to protect her and he wouldn't be able to save her.
The world became a strange place, long exhausting days where Lucius spent all his energy on shielding his mind from any probing, knowing that some of his thought were very dangerous for his health indeed. Every effort he could think of he used in trying to find Harry Potter. If the boy could finally be dealt with, if the Dark Lord could have his victory, then Luna would be safe. But how tired his hard work made him, his nights brought no rest anymore, the nightmares seemingly hovering to assault him as soon as he managed to fall asleep.
After a while the dreams changed again, as if they had fulfilled their purpose in making him fear for Luna's life in his waking hours- his nightmares had more to tell him. Instead of Luna it was now Draco, crying and begging and Lucius stood beside the Dark Lord mute and helpless. He knew in his dreams that Draco was already dead, but it didn't stop the anguish at seeing his son being tormented so. One night he dreamt that Draco was dead, lying on the ground just as he had been after the battle at Hogwarts. Though everything was dark around them, he could see Draco clearly, the boy's eyes still open and at his side stood Luna, looking at him with that searching gaze he had seen lately, but then she kneeled down, closing Draco's eyes, but by then she wasn't Luna anymore. It was Narcissa kneeling there, weeping silently and clutching the body to her chest. Lucius stood there unable to move, unable to share his wife's grief as he knew what would happen next, knew it because it had already happen. He wanted it to stop, he wanted to run away, but he couldn't move. He just stood there, watching his wife crying, as the darkness slowly rolled away from them and more and more Death Eaters clustered around them. And behind him, Lucius knew, stood the Dark Lord himself, and knew that even before he heard that cold voice from behind.
"Your wife has betrayed me, Lucius. She lied about Potter. She is a traitor and deserves only death."
The people around them murmured and shrank back from the Malfoy's, living and dead they were suddenly something dangerous to be around, as if they carried a deadly disease. Lucius swallowed and gripped his wand; it felt slippery and unwilling under his hand. He knew what he had to do, knew it, but couldn't get himself to move his arm and summoning the words. Then Narcissa slowly started to raise her head to look at him. That was wrong, she had not done that. She had not reacted to anything that happened around her, had never acknowledges the Dark Lord's words at all. But now, in Lucius dream, she looked up and he panicked, knowing that if he met his wife's eyes, all would be lost, all his resolve would be gone and then he woke up.
He woke up, sitting in his bed gasping for breath. The memories he had fought back for so long flooded his mind, he couldn't stop them anymore and he threw himself out of the bed, scrambling over the floor as if it would be possible to run away. Then he stopped and with his hands over his face he finally had to remember the very last moment of his Narcissa's life. It lasted an eternity, or perhaps it was just seconds, it felt like he was drowning in his memories, lost in them, but then someone took one of his cold hands, clasping it with two warm ones and a little bit of the warmth seeped into his skin and pulled him back. Lucius became aware of his surroundings again, he was kneeling on the floor and Luna was kneeling in front of him, in the moonlight from the window she looked ethereal, a silver spectre ready to dissolve in front of his eyes, but she still held his hand and she was warm and real. She looked at him for a little while, and then she suddenly spoke;
"You know you can't go on keeping it all inside you. You must let it out now."
