Those who would stand with the Dark Lord

Fic: Portrait of a Wedding on Parchment

2011-06-28T17:31:06Z

Title: Portrait of a Wedding on Parchment
Summary: Narcissa had planned her wedding on a piece of parchment one warm summer's day when she was nine. Ten years later, the night before her marriage, she revisits her hopes and fears.
Characters/Pairings: Narcissa Black, Bellatrix Lestrange; implied Lucius/Narcissa
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3987

Here.

Fic: Portrait of a Wedding on Parchment

2011-06-28T17:31:06Z

deatheaters @ 2008-12-23T08:45:00

2008-12-23T17:18:44Z

We're up and running again!

http://deatheaters-club.deviantart.com/

Fic Update: Amicus Draconis

2008-09-04T11:20:43Z

Updated with Part 5b: Bridget, a young Muggle, lost her best friend to a Death Eater attack that was originally intended for her. Now she’s thrown headfirst into the wizarding world, having to deal with strange witches waving wands about, Nightmares (literal ones), more Death Eaters attacking her and a boyfriend who isn’t who he pretends to be. Will he do his best to save her, or is he the one who wanted her dead in the first place?

Title: Amicus Draconis
Author: yamato__ishida
Disclaimer: Not mine, but JKR’s
Rating: PG-13
Characters The Trio, The Malfoy Family, Marcus Flint, and many others
Warnings: character deaths, het, slash, angst, some violence
Summary: In the Trio’s seventh year, the wizarding world has lost its second war against the Dark Lord. The Death Eaters conquered Hogwarts, defeated the Order of the Phoenix and overthrew the Ministry of Magic. Forming a new government with Voldemort as the supreme ruler, they take control of Wizarding Europe, spreading terror and destruction everywhere. Harry and his friends are forced into hiding, but far from giving up hope they form their own secret rebellion. In four cycles, Amicus Draconis tells the story of a world shattered and rebuilt throughout three wizarding wars, of two masterminds moving people like figures on a chessboard, and a boy torn between his destiny and his one true love.

Starter Page & Episode List
Episode 1: Children of Magic
Episode 2: Encounter at Hogwarts
Episode 3: The Underwater Quidditch Game /Part A/ /Part B/
Episode 4: Offers and Offerings /Part A/ /Part B/
Episode 5: Owl SMS /Part A/ /Part B/

New Site

2008-09-04T11:20:27Z

Hey I've just made a new Dark!Harry site for whne he is abandoned by the light and reborn for the dark side hence the name Abandoned and Reborn though there is space for other stories Dark!Harry or not though those are the main focus. The archive isn't up yet as my uploader is being stupid but there is a forum located http://abandonedandreborn.8tt.org/forum

Fic: I'm Happy (Harry Potter, FRT, Bellatrix Lestrange/Harry Potter) villainy_100- 95 Life

2008-07-11T23:25:58Z

Title: I’m Happy
Author: Immortal Aussie
Email: bookworm1987@gmail.com
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: FRT
Summary: Even though not many people know the truth about her life, Bellatrix is happy with it
Disclaimer: I’m not JKR no matter how much I wish it so no I don’t own them
Warnings: Cross-gen relationship, Het,
Challenge: Villainy 100 on Bellatrix Lestrange
Prompt: 95- Life
Word Count: 108

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My life isn’t want everyone thinks it is. They believe that I’m an insane follower of the dark lord but I’m not. Not even close. I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m following everyone into believing that I want all the ‘mudbloods’ dead. I sometimes wonder what people would think if they knew the truth, that Azkaban didn’t break me, that I’m not in fact married to Rodolphus but married to a prominent half-blood. Yes I’m married to Harry Potter and proud of it. My life is a secret, only those closets to me know the truth. My name is Bellatrix Lestrange-Potter and I’m happy with my life.

deatheaters @ 2008-02-24T20:39:00

2008-04-07T02:27:13Z

7 Lucius Malfoy Wallpapers

Here...

7TH BOOK SPOILERS

2007-10-22T20:24:05Z

Yeah. There's more. Quite a few, the biggest being

DUMBLEDORE IS GAY. AND HAD THE HOTS FOR GRINDELWALD.

-crows- I knew it.

http://www.the-leaky-cauldron.org/2007/10/20/j-k-rowling-at-carnegie-hall-reveals-dumbledore-is-gay-neville-marries-hannah-abbott-and-scores-more

Long Live The Dark Lord!

2007-10-20T00:23:14Z

Who liked the ending of the 7th Book?

As I was just surfing through different places to find Death Eater icons, I came to realize how carried away my imagination gets when it comes to Harry Potter. JK is a genius for giving us this lovely lovely series.

New Wrock band!

2007-08-14T05:31:11Z

Meet Moldyshorts and the Dung Eaters!

To find them, follow this fakecut:
Rock out or eat dung!

deatheaters @ 2007-07-24T02:01:00

2007-08-14T05:30:29Z

30 - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
[01] Luna Lovegood
[02] Trelawny
[03] Trelawny & McGonagall
[04] Molly Weasley
[05] Harry
[06] Harry/Hermione
[07-9] Voldemort
[10-13] Hermione
[14-23] Tonks (some on set)
[24-30] Bellatrix Lestrange

over here.

deatheaters @ 2007-07-22T18:45:00

2007-07-25T20:53:16Z

Title: Dolorem Ipsum
Pairing: Severus/Lucius
Rating: There's smex. Infer.
A/N: Just after Severus begins employment at Hogwarts, just before Draco is born, and Lucius being pessimistic about both.

"You want to use my... forest?"

"It's for a potion, designed to create what Muggles refer to as a 'Zen-like' state of tranquility." Severus explains to the raised eyebrow. "It's used especially by students for relieving anxiety before examinations."

An understandable task the Potions Professor had taken upon himself, but the eyebrow remains there, questioning.

"It needs to be created in a 'serene environment' for full effect," he elaborates patiently.

Lucius blinks. "Well, I suppose it'd make more sense than using the Forbidden Forest." He pauses. "I'll take you to the smaller clearing. It's quieter. How long is the process?"

Severus shrugs. "It needs to mature in that environment."

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The air is slightly chilly, but the scenery is worth it. The leaves crow the end of winter, the last of the snow dissipated.

"Here," Lucius stops at the mentioned clearing, a small patch unoccupied by towers of trees. Severus nods, and Lucius leaves with a glance, without a word.

Severus sets his case down next to the cauldron, carried by magic. The potion is a delicate one, requiring precision. Severus enjoys having to be meticulous. The flames that require no kindling are lit with a wave, then his wand is no longer needed.

Some of the ingredients are interestingly mundane, like the gentle oil of the German chamomile, the extract of Great Mullein with slightly sedative properties. Others were fiendishly hard to come by, like the precious few drachms of the blood of a Cailleach Bheur; creatures classified under Fairies, with beautifully androgynous features; tall and willowy, daring and inventive. Adapting and evolving over centuries, the Blue Hags of the highlands became Blue Fairies, imbued with more charming predatory skills. Almost capable of blending in with even Muggles, with the power to mesmerize prey, the lucky ones ended up as food, and the less fortunate incubators. Even Merlin had not been immune to the enchantment of one of their kind; too much would cause the drinker to lapse into a catatonic or zombie-like state. The blood had to be drawn willingly when the Cailleach Bheur was still in human form; it would be rendered useless when taken from a freshly-slain one, already transmogrified into its demonic form when confronted aggressively. The slight volume used in any potion has a consequential effect. When the potion matured, it would turn the color of their hair, a light robin's-egg blue.

He likes how his focus settles down to just his work, in front of him, the background almost swimming into a blur. He never hurries. The care and caution he uses is infinite. Everything is counted and measured almost compulsively. So far the reactions have all been correct. Technically it is complete, but something nags at Severus. He considers at length before adding a measure of tincture of snakeroot, which would act as a stimulant, promoting arterial flow, preventing drowsiness, sluggishness or worse - daydreaming. The potion is a pale green with an ethereal opal tinge.

Pleased, he stands up to take his seat away from the simmering heat, back supported by an old tree. The only thing left is for the potion to mature. With nothing to busy his hands with, he finds the lack of activity a noticeable loss and resorts to staring at nothing; thoughts slowly slipping into disorder, he barely even notices Lucius enter the clearing until he crosses over, peering into the cauldron.

"It's completed? That took longer than expected."

Lucius has not gone back up to the Manor; he had taken a separate path instead, leaving for a pensive walk. Wandering almost aimlessly, he lost track of time as his mind ran the same processes again and again without realizing it. The peace was too quiet for him, and he returned by that same path. He settles down beside Severus, still in a mire of deep thought. Lucius slides down, lying on Severus. Lucius nestles his head in Severus's, hair all askew. Long fingers tuck stray strands them back into place, carefully stroking, the threads spun of white gold. Lucius relaxes, melting, eye half-lidded; usually, any question asked is replied with half-hearted mumbles and murmurs. He gazes off to the side, eyes fading like a child staring into space.

Nothing to look at but up, at the view of the sky severed by the verdant tops of trees. Lucius rarely plays submissive.

He sits up abruptly, shifts slightly to sit leaning on him instead , in a slightly more dignified position. Mind still unfocused, he leans in. Severus still sitting straight-backed against the tree, merely offers his support, even though his thoughts are just as disorganized. Lucius looks up at him, suddenly offering an invitation with his mouth, and the kiss distracts Severus.

Lucius barely disguises his intentions, Severus moving to pin him down. Lucius comes to rest on the grassy floor, lying over a large flat root, half-sunk into the ground. It snakes under his back, making him lie at a strange decline. Severus tries to ignore Lucius's hips, angled up, and the friction that results. Lucius sheds his robes, flecked and dappled with green stains from the grass, Severus's tongue following after, down the plane of his taut stomach. He stops to trail attentions; he lavishes bites, unforgiving on tender areas. As his tongue laves against the pulses on his neck, he barely notices Lucius slip his fingers in between them, keying open his belt, gasping keenly as he feels material slides past his hips and Severus's hand grazes his sensitive bare skin. Severus hears a small choke, sound strangled before emission, but Lucius's hips respond.

Now Lucius's deft hands seek to rid Severus of his robes, succeeding after a few blind attempts, then drinking in the skin he'd claimed such an age ago, when the man above him was only a boy of sixteen.

All the clothes have been discarded carelessly, uncomfortably close to the cauldron. Lucius's noises become more dissolute the greater his need grows; they do nothing except harden the edges of Severus's lust, starting to become painful. A flash of brilliance in his clouded mind, and Severus momentarily leaves Lucius to dip his fingers in the cooling potion, drawing out a liberal amount. Lucius stares, but his eyes shut when he feels those fingers inside him, delighting in the sensation, slowly.

Without warning the fingers retreat and a searing heat moves to replace them in a forceful thrust, and the sounds Lucius has been trying to suppress are forced out in a piercing cry, head thrown back by reflex. Because of the odd angle their bodies are tangled together in, the weight of Severus in all the way is almost unbearable, as he leans in, down. Any movement by him seats Severus deeper inside himself.

Each thrust is heavy, aided by the downward face. Lucius is reminded why he seldom accommodates; Severus's frightening amount of self-control made even more obvious in his heartlessly drawn-out strokes. The helpless feeling he could do without - the feeling of being at someone else's mercy, more a matter of pride than dignity.

Right now those heartless strokes are making him shudder. Biting his lip, he feels the passage of the motions become too slick, too smooth, demanding more force, demands being dominated for once in a long time. Severus has a task, to break that pride, shatter the demand to conglomerate into a plea. Just for the sake of hearing it. He tries to keep a straight face as he realizes the idea.

It takes sheer willpower, but he stops dead. Lucius, in that split second; his eyes fly open and he comes close to wailing, strangled. Severus keeps from laughing. Still inside his lover, he leans down, eliciting a moan. He can smell the sweat and sex and green leaves seemingly fusing, slowly. His gaze and his gentle touches are incongruous. Their eyes clash.

"You're beautiful."

"Severus, stop -"

"Do I ever tell you that enough?"

"Severus!"

His only reply is a small snicker.

"I heard you, when you thought no one did. That time, at the Christmas party. All our old friends. All the guest rooms occupied. I had the one down the hall."

Lucius's eyes widen in horror.

"The Silencing Charm on the south wall of your bedroom is wearing off. The one with the door to the bathroom."

He paused to pick a leave out of Lucius's hair, and continued.

"I couldn't find your godforsaken bathroom in the middle of the night. And when I finally did, I heard you. I had to retrace my steps with a head filled with lust - do you know how difficult that is?"

Lucius doesn't want to admit his moment of weakness, but the flush on his cheeks darken as he remembers. His initial horror transmutes into a sensation that makes his cock ache in one downward rush. His eyes start to plead, his hips roll, and then his voice breaks. Severus finally obliges, the first move deliberately vicious, reveling in sudden pleasure and Lucius's gratitude in the form of an audible sob.

Hard strokes, one by one, delicious; then Severus cannot contain his own need, and they come in rapid succession.

Severus knows when Lucius is close, when his arms start to wind around him, the ascending cries.

A few more tortuous thrusts and Lucius's mind blanks as he comes, his wicked cries for no audience besides Severus, following after.

It is while before both are reduced to silence. Finally Severus regains some energy in his limbs to shift Lucius out of his awkward position, and Lucius is against returned to leaning heavily on his lover's chest, wincing as the back of his thighs scrape against rough bark. Severus watches the flush on his cheeks fade, his heavy breathing slow, and his fingers begin threading through his hair again, removing the stray bits of leaves. Lucius's eyes close, murmuring his approval.

Severus speaks first, staring off into the trees.

"I still remember Narcissa in school, playing the regal elder to all the younger ones, especially the first-years. Motherly, even, at times. How she innately understood how things worked and how events would play themselves out. Like your tempers and moods." Lucius makes no sound. "The both of you match."

"Only a face to present to society, for society," he says drowsily.

"A good one. And for you, a child."

"Me, with a tribe of squalling brats?"

"They'll take after their father."

"Let us pray Narcissa will stop at one and demand no more, and may that horrible fate be postponed."

"Having a young one around, a tiny version of you. Your legacy."

"How can you even suggest that, after the horror stories you tell me about your charges up at the school?"

"You're painting this too bleakly."

"Stop embellishing my misfortune."

Severus merely laughs at him, at his stubbornness, shaking his head.

"Narcissa will make a good mother."

"Motherhood will make her bitter, as it did mine."

Memories of his own mother contradict that, but he simply brushes the last of the forest floor from Lucius's hair. "If you say so."

Suddenly Lucius's expression changes, as if only just noticing something odd. He shifts slightly and then stares at the cauldron.

"Severus, does that cause any side effects, by any chance?" he asks suspiciously.

"It's a muscle relaxant when applied... topically." Severus is again straining to keep a straight face.

".... Oh."

Amicus Draconis (Part 5a/13), No DH spoilers

2007-07-25T20:52:26Z

Updated with Part 5a: Since the first chapter we knew that Marcus has a secret. Now that secret is in danger. Not only in danger of being discovered, but also in danger of getting killed...

Title: Amicus Draconis – 1st Cycle: Cycle of the Badger
Author: yamato__ishida
Rating: PG-13
Beta: notsosaintly,elanor_sarah, Lici (goodbye_rose)
Warnings: character deaths, het, slash, angst, some violence
Summary: In the Trio’s seventh year, the wizarding world has lost its second war against the Dark Lord. The Death Eaters conquered Hogwarts, defeated the Order of the Phoenix and overthrew the Ministry of Magic. Forming a new government with Voldemort as the supreme ruler, they take control of Wizarding Europe, spreading terror and destruction everywhere. Harry and his friends are forced into hiding, but far from giving up hope they form their own secret rebellion. In four cycles, Amicus Draconis tells the story of a world shattered and rebuilt throughout three wizarding wars, of two masterminds moving people like figures on a chessboard, and a boy torn between his destiny and his one true love.

Starter Page & Episode List
Episode 1: Children of Magic
Episode 2: Encounter at Hogwarts
Episode 3: The Underwater Quidditch Game /Part A/ /Part B/
Episode 4: Offers and Offerings /Part A/ /Part B/
Episode 5: Owl SMS /Part A/

deatheaters @ 2007-05-12T03:52:00

2007-07-16T22:32:00Z

YEAR SEVEN

No one can be trusted. Now that Dumbledore is gone, everyone is turning their back or running away. Brothers against brothers, fathers against sons, in a war that was never supposed to be. Now they're all going back... the good, and the bad. Things are to be revealed... tortured pasts, dangerous presents, and frightening futures. Can the lives of now deal with what tomorrow hides?

CHARACTERS NEEDED:

HARRY POTTER, HERMIONE GRANGER, RONALD WEASLEY, BLAISE ZABINI, AND MANY MORE! ONLY CHARACTERS TAKEN ARE DRACO MALFOY AND GINNY WEASLEY, EVERYONE ELSE IS OPEN!!! IF INTERESTED PLEASE READ OUR USER INFO AT hogwarts_lumos

07.21.07 )':

2007-07-16T22:31:49Z

01-03: Spoiler Alert
04-10: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Cover
11-12: Text Only

+ 1 banner (Spoiler Alert)
+ 1 wallpaper (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Cover)

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More soon!
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deatheaters @ 2007-04-22T02:15:00

2007-04-23T17:18:04Z

170 HP: GOF icons. first set, in two parts. GRAPHICS HEAVY!!

mmm some death eater goodies, of course

Preview:

PART ONE & PART TWO

Icons: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Cover

2007-04-23T17:17:18Z

01-10: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Cover (made for 10variations)

SPOILER ALERT: To those who haven't seen the cover art, this post may be considered as a spoiler. Do not click the link below if you do not wish to see icons made from the cover.

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Icons: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Cover

2007-03-30T15:25:17Z

01-16: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Cover

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RELEASE DATE

2007-02-02T02:39:20Z

"Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" the seventh and final book of the series is scheduled to be release to the general public at 12:01am on JULY 21, 2007.

I don't know about you, but I am SO there. XD

deatheaters @ 2007-02-01T21:18:00

2007-02-01T16:38:28Z

Title: Chapter 1 - Der Turm
Pairing: Severus/Lucius
Rating: PG-13

Warning + A/N: More plot than smex, just to warn you. If you haven’t tried dragon’s beard candy, try to, but it’s more a Chinese candy. You eat it twirling the mass of candy on two sticks, which is really fun if you’re a kid, and even if you’re not.

Don’t be stupid.

He had to be imagining it. Once, he had had a solitary breakfast, but now, he had to pretend to ignore Malfoy.

Severus had stolen more than glances of him, long stares of the older boy, doing it so almost nobody noticed, except once. Once could be put down to accident.

It was his hands, especially his hands. His fingers were ethereally long, unperturbed by manual labor. It was that, and so many other indefinable things that he, himself, could not place.

Everyone knew he possessed beauty, and the most valuable commodity one could not buy – his name, his family line.

The trouble was, he knew it, too.

Severus could probably name a whole list of things he thought intriguing about the 7^th year; things like his pale eyelashes that looked almost milky white; his hard gray marble irises; the calibre of his voice.

Severus had never heard him laugh, genuinely.

It was a growing interest; observing him was no more out of place than, say, bird watching, or squid feeding.

They’d spoken; his first night here, and he’d swept into the common room, damn near regally, flanked by two who looked to have more brawn than brains. He’d cast a disinterested eye over the first-years, until his gaze had moved past Narcissa, Guinevere of the first-years, and landed on him.

He hadn’t flinched, but he did tense, immediately wary of being watched.

Lucius had introduced himself, but it seemed he was one of the few who were not impressed by his family’s sprawling wealth. He didn’t have a haughty air, but all the same, it was as though he had made himself untouchable.

Severus had barely inclined his head politely, with no wish to be as deferential as the older students, who flattered him like courtiers. He was nearly impervious to it, though, waving them off with an insincere smile.

Severus had his pride.

Lucius was aware of the boy’s growing reputation. On numerous occasions he had requested notes from Slughorn, for books that seemed so advanced for him, but the Professor recognized his avid interest, especially in his pet subject. He’d asked for Moste Potente Potions and went through it as though it were Magical Drafts and Potions. Slughorn was more than happy to sign the notes for his apt pupil.

It was at these times when Lucius, Nott, Rodolphus and the Black sister Bellatrix had gathered, holding acidic discussions with their Head of House, that he had heard of how Severus progressed. The length of the discussions depended not on time, but on how long Slughorn’s sweets lasted, which his favourite students were more than happy to provide.

Bellatrix did not like Severus Snape, as though her position as Slughorn’s favourite had already been usurped.

“Come on, Professor. It’s been one year, and the batch from last year don’t look one bit outstanding at all.”

Lestrange paused. “Was ours?”

Nott snorted, and Bellatrix laughed in her loud, sharp way. “We have us.”

Rodolphus rolled his eyes. “You knew curses none of us did, Nott, and Bellatrix could make anything blindfolded.”

Slughorn gave a deep belly laugh. “It was a right mess, that time, when I had to give you detention for blinding Sirius Black’s little friend, and Lestrange for locking him in the girl’s bathroom on the second floor!”

Bellatrix was unable to recall, having performed that feat repeatedly, until Rodolphus nudged her.

“Hexes ricocheting off the tiles.”

Her memory came back to her; of dozens of hexes flashing everywhere as they scrambled out, laughing, hearing the hexes collide into everything. She gave one indignant puff. “He and that ghost could have flooded the entire school with all that crying.”

Horace Slughorn sighed. “I suppose children will be children, but they’re a bunch of mischief, Black and Potter. Not a week goes by without either myself or Albus having to pull one of them and that Severus Snape apart.”

Lucius looked up, as Slughorn paused to tuck another spun bundle of dragon’s beard candy into his mouth.

“These three, are destined to be enemies, it seems.” He licked his fingers. “Not even cats and dogs go at each other’s throats like that!”

Bellatrix’s mouth twisted into a sneer, almost a reflex. “What, that stringy-looking one?”

“The one with the greasy hair always in his face?” Nott asked.

Lucius nodded and Slughorn laughed, tutting.

“Don’t pass this one off yet! He’s a very fast learner, very fast indeed, this one. Just asked for a copy of Advanced Potion Making the other day!” He chuckled, twirling another gob of the sticky candy with his wand.

“Said it was for leisure. Leisure!” He shook his head. “Scarred young Black the other day, and Madam Pomfrey has been unable to remove it from his face, but it seems to gained him fans… the girls seem to think it’s dashing.” Slughorn’s amusement was obvious in his voice. “Outstanding, outstanding… wouldn’t be surprised if he could whip me up a Draught of Living Death easily.”

Lucius had been listening intently. Potter would, predictably want revenge. He was not worried, knowing full well Severus was more than capable of defending himself, but he could not deny his concern for him. The Gryffindors would not fight fair, ironically.

“You watch this one, more than brilliant, he is. But doesn’t flaunt it. Keeps his head down. Smart.” Slughorn waved his wand to draw more dragon’s beard candy, but frowned in disappointment as he discovered only thin slivers of it left.

“Alas! It is time for you to retire; you have lessons tomorrow. Nott, thank your father for the dragon’s beard, won’t you? Lestrange, I want your essay, it’s been overdue for too long! You really mustn’t expect special treatment like that… perhaps Miss Bella will be able to assist you there,” he winked. “Now, off you go!” He clapped his pudgy hands, chortling to himself.

Lucius had been alone that afternoon, returning to the Common Room from his Career Guidance talk with Horace Slughorn. He had smiled wanly as Slughorn chuckled as made jokes about how he didn’t need a career, on account of his family’s wealth. He spotted the familiar shadow of Severus Snape, stalking down the corridor.

“Hey, Snivellus!”

Lucius had been strolling, when he noticed James Potter with his wand raised. Severus turned. Lucius flicked his wand, deflecting the hex and smirking at the initial incredulity and fury on the Gryffindor’s face.

“No magic in the corridors, Potter. Dumbledore will hear of this,” he drawled lazily, as though this were a chore. He paused beside Severus, who had a look of displeasure on his pallid face.

“That’s Professor Dumbledore to you, Malfoy,” Black spat.

Lucius’s smirk became more pronounced as he brushed Black off. “It makes no difference to me.”

James Potter made as though to strike Lucius. “You-“

Lucius did not move, smile firmly in place. “I what?” He leaned forward slightly, malice lining his voice and dancing in his eyes, mocking James Potter. “Threatening a Prefect… very unwise of you. Now, I have much more fulfilling thing I’d rather be doing than arguing with second-years, so run along now.”

Venom flooded their eyes. Lucius laughed softly, arms folded.

“Come on,” Sirius muttered, turning to leave, and James stormed after him.

Lucius looked to Severus, raising an eyebrow at the witheringly discontented look Severus was giving him.

“You don’t have to fight my battles for me.”

Ah.Understandable, but… Lucius looked him curiously. “You had your back turned.”

“I’ll keep looking over my own shoulder. Don’t do it for me.”

He met his eyes with a near-defiant look. Lucius regarded him, granite eyes trying to bore through him.

Finally he nodded. He moved past him, but paused beside the boy, lips next to his ear.

“Watch yourself, Severus Snape.”

Horace Slughorn was not the only person to collect prize students.

Now, at the Slytherin table. It was Lucius’s last year at Hogwarts and still, after so long, Severus Snape had no less walls up than he did when he first arrived.

He could charm the rest, but not him.

Lucius observed the boy during these times, not knowing he was being glanced at in turn.

Three years of watching him progress; he could see the hands that had grown deft in the past years, measuring, experimenting, crafting potions endlessly. Already he was growing tall, sometimes undernourished from choosing his books over food.

Narcissa, next to him, gazed at the sulleness on his face, curious. She knew that this look meant Lucius had not gotten his way with something or the other. She also knew enough to let him stew in this moood for some time, hoping he would let it go soon, or else someone would have to suffer his… displeasure.

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deatheaters @ 2007-01-01T18:55:00

2007-01-02T01:30:43Z

Title: Power And Control
Author: britty
Characters: Voldemort, Death Eaters
Disclaimer: Not Mine. I own nothing. J.K Rowling Owns all. Cept for the tea...
Rating: PG
Word Count: 171
A/N: This is a pure wtf crack fic that I just decided to write for no reason. You've been warned.

Power And Control

deatheaters @ 2007-01-01T00:05:00

2006-12-31T20:03:41Z

Title: Yours Sincerely
Rating: Somewhere between PG-13 and NC-16 for details
Warning + A/N: A very "descriptively detailed" letter. I had to write this, since it was almost promised. Sort of a sequel to the Hogsmeade one.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, as they are JK Rowling's, but by God, how we bastardize our newfound childhood icons.

Lucius had been on the Malfoy Manor grounds, bored out of his mind.

Impatience bit at him, since he had sent his letter off, even though it had only been a day and a half since his owl had departed.

He needed to, as his mother had put it, to "let off steam."

Lucius knew what he needed to let off steam, but it had not arrived yet.

Until [ the time ]his owl had arrived; he'd welcomed the familiar amber eyes, hurriedly retrieving his letter and almost forgetting to treat the owl, which he gazed at him disapprovingly until he had.

Lucius looked back to the envelope in his hands; it bore carefully handwritten script.

You might be well advised to read this in the privacy of your bedroom.

He could almost feel the smirk in those words.

He walked fast; down the corridor, to his room, heels clicking at the speed of his space.

Lucius quickly took a seat in the chair at his desk, then thought better, and went over to his bed.

He almost tore the envelope open.

You have a look in your eyes. I want your mouth on mine; there is no way else to say this. This urge that goes way beyond lips and skin and saliva and tongue. An urge that just leads on and on to all senses tingling and screaming.

So that our breath mingles and the secretions of our mouths, open to each other, blend and brew. I want this -can you tell? And then, my hands as the servants of an exploratory mind, would search your face, your head. Phrenology, a study that wants examining further. Your neck, that smooth stretch from your mind to your physique; and lick to find your pulse.

I'd like to take the lobe of your ear between my teeth and tease your aural sensibilities with a line of my tongue. I'd like to look deep down into your eyes and open up your soul to searing scrutiny. I'd wrap my aura around yours to form psychadelia. I'd like to wind my arms around your shoulders and hold your body from clavicle to hip tightly against the corresponding parts of me. I'd like to feel the pressure of you as it fills and flows beneath smooth skin.

I'd like to use my nails against your back and send messages of lust and desire through your spinal cord. I'd follow each rib, each curve serving as a sub-station for my dictation. I'd tattoo these thoughts and dreams through to yours. I'd like to massage your fantasies into pliancy and sculpt them into form. I'd like to wrap your legs around me around you and pull you into me. I'd like to make you climax so that your brain loses all sense of reality, time, rationalism.

But I won't.

Because I want you to do it, to me.

Lucius's hand clenched fast, grip tightening on the piece of parchment, briefly, before his fingers released it; he dug the heel of his hand into the soft material below him, and bit back a cry as he came, hard, shaking.

Greetings

2006-12-30T22:49:04Z

Hello all, I decided to stop watching this community and join. Well, I came bearing a gift as well, I can only hope that you'll enjoy it. So here goes.

Title: Father’s Creation
Author: j_skies
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 457
Warning(s): Violence, Rape
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, just the following plot.
Author’s Note: While writing this, two characters were in my mind, one more than the other, however, you can imagine your own :)
Summary: He knew this, because he made me who I am.
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Hope you enjoy, don't forget to review if you like or don't like. Constructive criticism is always welcome. :)

j.

deatheaters @ 2006-12-27T04:09:00

2006-12-28T09:15:31Z

Title: Intervention
Pairing: LM/SS
Rating: PG-13

Warning + A/N: I am sitting here wearing stripey pajamas freezing to death with a tray of chocolates but I must bring some fluff before the holiday season ends otherwise I will not forgive myself. This has got young men cuddling, and kissing.

Finally.

Everyone was leaving to return to their homes for Christmas, but not Severus. The Slytherin prefect in charge of taking down the names of those remaining didn't even bother to ask by now if he was staying; it was common knowledge, and his name was almost always the only one on the list.

Severus watched as hordes of students bustled out to the Entrance Hall. He had stacks of books piled around him as he sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, trying to contend with the noise.

All the books were from the Restricted Section; he was possibly the only student Madam Pince had ever taken a liking to, being studious and quiet - in her eyes, the perfect student, who never so much as squeaked in the Library. She had more or less inducted him as a Student Librarian, due to the inordinate amount of time he spent in there, and the number of times he had helped her. Madam Pince was more than happy to provide him with books from the Restricted Section, and if that didn't work, he could simply produce a note from Professor Slughorn.

He was poring over a torn and tattered copy of Moste Potente Potions that Slughorn had cheerfully signed a note for, seeing the boy's admirable prowess for the subject. The stream of students going home for the holidays was thinning, and the noise level was, thankfully, decreasing. Finally, he felt his concentration returning, and was immersed in the text, so much so he lost notice of his surroundings.

"Severus."

He heard his name being mouthed in hot breath beside his ear, and only his trained nerves of steel had prevented him from jumping and clutching on for dear life to the chandelier.

Severus turned, almost angry at being startled so cruelly out of being engrossed, and found the smirking, pale face of Lucius Malfoy looking at him, and his eyes widened.

"How did you - ?"

Lucius flicked the ash from his cigarette onto the stone floor of the Great Hall. "I'm a Malfoy, I can get anywhere I want. Come on, I'm taking you home for the holidays."

Severus rose. "You can't - my parents think I'm here, at Hogwarts, and - "

"- they don't need to know. Simple as that." Lucius grinned.

"My books?" Severus raised an eyebrow at him.

Lucius drew his wand lazily, and flicked it at the books. "Evanesco."

Severus glared at him, but Lucius anticipated his next query. "I'll get Whittred to fetch your things."

He hesistated, looking back at where his books had just been, then back at the smirking blonde in front of him. "Oh, all right," he grumbled. "I'll come with you."

"Excellent, now I don't have to kidnap you." Lucius grinned at an exasperated Severus, leaning in close. "Although, that would have undoubtedly been very interesting..." He licked the shell of his companion's ear, playfully.

Severus jumped. "Will you please - this is a school!" he hissed.

Lucius grabbed him around the waist. "Oh relax, everyone's gone. Then again, Dumbledore might be lurking somewhere, you know how almost bloody omniscient he is. Let's get a move on, shall we?"

They walked out of the Great Hall together, passing the Grey Lady, who fixed Malfoy's cigarette with a disapproving gaze, and he replied with a saucy look. The Grey Lady drew herself up and floated away.

"She's still sore about the time I caught Nearly Headless Nick flirting with her." He laughed. "Oh well, I suppose then they would have all eternity together."

"What happened?" Severus asked, curious.

"He got flustered after I walked in on them and messed up all his carefully rehearsed lines, then sort of gave up." Lucius sniggered, stopping to grind out the cigarette on the floor.

"So... where are your parents?"

Malfoy shrugged. "Off in France visiting my Aunt Lucretia and Aunt Cassiopeia, who's so old she's practically mummified. Never married. My mother's most probably going spend the entire time shopping like a madwoman, and she'll return with armloads of the latest fashion. Of course, some house elves will die in the attempt, but that's life."

"So," he concluded, "we have the entire place to ourselves."

Severus raised another eyebrow at him, and they arrived at the gates of Hogwarts. They could see their breath condense in the cold. He slipped his hand into Lucius's, and they Apparated back to the Mansion.

They made their way to Lucius's bedroom, and Severus was surprised to find the route was vaguely familiar, having passed through it extremely inebriated one night. He grinned to himself at the memory of the events that had transpired.

Upon entering, Malfoy stripped off his sweater, and threw himself onto the bed. Severus stared at him incredulously, shaking his head, then went over to the bed, and sat down at the edge. Lucius made an impatient noise, and pulled him down, eagerly drawing him into a kiss.

He sought to rid Severus of his uniform; succeeding in pulling off his Slytherin tie and shirt, he wrapped long arms and legs around the boy.

Severus tensed, unused to such contact, but lost his stiffness after a few moments. He breathed in the scent of Lucius, his long hair brushing his cheek.

He sighed. "Thank you."

"I was beginning to think you weren't going to show me any gratitude for rescuing you from another mundane Christmas." Lucius laughed. He tried to surreptitiously slid one hand down, in between them.

Severus gave an exasperated groan. "Malfoy, it is too cold to be doing anything right now... do try to keep your hands to yourself." He sat up. "Honestly, can't you be in a bed with someone and not shag them into the mattress?"

Malfoy shifted, resting his head on the boy's lap. "I can, but why restrain myself, especially when it comes to you?"

He nudged Severus back against the cushions, and Severus welcomed the warm weight of Malfoy on him. Lucius was laying heated kisses on his neck, feeling it arch as he progressed up. He leaned in further; their mouths met, Lucius coaxing the kiss deeper.

They broke off; Lucius rested his head in the crook of the boy's neck, mouth by his ear.

"Merry Christmas."

"Same to you, Lucius."

They paused, and Lucius settled into Severus. Severus wound his arms around him.

After several moments, Lucius spoke.

"Still cold?"

Deck the Halls

2006-12-28T09:15:24Z

Title: Deck the Halls
Author: Persephone Yavanna the Entwife (theentwife)
Pairing/Characters: Draco, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy
Wordcount: 5,016
Rating: G for gen (in other words, completely work-safe!)
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: JK Rowling and assorted others have rights to create derivative works within the Potterverse, but I am not one of those licensees, unfortunately. Rather not be sued for playing with the characters, though . . . not making a profit here, just exploring the characters and situations created by the esteemed Ms. Rowling.
Summary: The Malfoys decorate for the holidays
Author Notes: First time writing fanfiction, Potterverse or otherwise. This is the fourth of the stand-alone vignettes from my NaNoWriMo 2006 project to be "published" on LiveJournal. Takes place after Fatherly Advice.

Deck the Halls