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AN: Dedicated to the loverly Chicklet who found my goof. Chapter three of "Family Ties" had Professor Snape saying there were 6 doors but in chapter four, I made seven. The requested pairing was HP/LV. Hope you enjoy my first attempt at a slash scene.
~Charli a.k.a Madness
AN2: The capitalization errors in this fic are intentional and are used for emphasis. I apologise to anyone who was confused because of this. Thank you for reminding me Joji.
Precious
i kneel at my Master and Lover's feet, watching as the prisoners are brought in and tossed before Him. i knew these people once. A few of them i almost considered family.
Glamours are not allowed here in Master's throne room. The mimic is changed into her natural form by the cancellation spells. Human vanity amuses me though i do not show it outwardly. The little red-haired girl has used copious charms to hide her freckles. Others have hidden scars. Master has taught me that a scar is a badge of honor, a way of saying 'i survived this'.
Master is a kind man.
A snake winds itself around my waist and slithers up to my shoulder so it can get a better look at Master's guests. our Master has brought many snakes home to keep me company when He cannot be here Himself. The one on my shoulder is His latest acquisition, an Oxyuranus Microlepidotus or Fierce Snake. Master has Professor Snape and Mr. Rebastion teaching me Latin. Master got me the snake for my birthday.
Seeing the younger red haired males and the bushy haired female makes me wish to crawl into my Master's lap and hide within his strong arms. i want to do this anyway as the throne room is bigger than the Great Hall was. Seeing these persons only makes the feeling worse for they look at me with pity and confusion. Master always rewards me after i have to spend too long in this room.
Mistresses Bellatrix and Narcissa say that my mind is slightly addled from all of the compulsion spells and potions Professor Dumbledore had me under. They apparently did not mix well with the contradictions between the rules and the subtle cues i was receiving. The Ladies said that i broke but i don't feel broken.
my mind is not as fractured as many seem to think. i simply have a wondrous Master now who takes care of me so i do not have to worry over much about such heavy matters.
Master runs his fingers through my hair and i fell calmed slightly. i have neither moved in anyway nor made any sound but my Master knows me and can tell my emotions without such things. The large cushion beneath my knees is comfortable no matter what position my Master requires me to maintain or how long i must do so. i am Master's 'precious' and He would not let me be hurt in any manner.
The ones on the floor before the dais are a twitchy bunch. They remind me of the rodent with the silver paw that Nagini ate which made Master laugh greatly when he was told.
Professor Dumbledore is talking but i do not listen. He is sure to be talking in riddles and the only Riddle that interests me is the one for whom i kneel. A light tug on my hair pulls me back from studying the gathered ones who encircle us.
"Why Harry? Why did you betray us? Why do you kneel at a Dark Lord's feet?" the old man is asking.
i simply look at him. i have not been given permission to speak and i will not go against the rules for this person who addresses me so wrongly. Yes, my name is harry but i no longer answer to it. i am 'Consort' to the Lessers, 'pet' to the Greaters, 'emerald' to those my own age, and 'precious' to Master.
A slight tap on the back of my neck is all the permission required for me to answer.
"i have been your beacon of Light in the darkest of times. i have given you my heart, my soul, and my life. i have given up on the future that might not come because of your fickle tendencies. i have been your pawn.
"When other kids skinned their knees, they cried and were patched up by mums and dads. When i skinned my knees, i moped up the blood and got back to my chores. When kids sat down to dinner each night, i returned to my room until i was called to wash the dishes.
"Tears fall for many things. They fall for happiness, fear, joy, sorrow, pain, greed, pity, laughter, guilt, pride, humility, exhaustion, depression. On and on the list goes encompassing almost every human emotion that exists. i have not shed a tear since my second birthday and that is a memory i wish to forget. i am not allowed to cry. i'm not even sure i can any more.
"my hands show the passage of time as marked by calluses and scars born of hard work and endless tasks. i am missing chunks of flesh from my arms and legs and a finger from my right hand while my left is badly mangled.
"i am littered with scars of most every type and caliber. i must wear glamours in the presence of even my friends for they would never understand. i would gladly take up the tasks they are given by parents if only to find some respite from my hell yet they complain at the injustice that they have been asked to perform such a menial task.
"People around me stuff themselves silly with the food in the Great Hall and expect me to do the same, giving me the third degree when i don't. They do not understand what it is like to go without. They have never felt the pains from hunger when you have had little to nothing for weeks. They do not understand that i simply cannot eat even so much food as what a toddler might call an afternoon snack. My classmates gorge on sweets, the mere sight of which threatens to turn my stomach.
"How do i explain to these people why large spaces put me on edge? Or why anything brighter than a candle's flame hurts my eyes? How do you explain to someone that sleeping in a bed makes you feel uncomfortable? Or that a loud noise makes you wish for a broom cupboard to hide in? How do you tell someone who complains about close quarters that you would give everything you had for the sanctuary of a dingy, little closet that would barely have enough room for you?
"These are my burdens because i must hide them from you so as not to offend your delicate sensibilities. i never knew them as such and acknowledge it in such a manner only for your sake. This is my life. This is what i know. This is what i am certain beyond shadow of doubt that i can survive.
"my burdens are what you set before me. i must fight another man's war to preserve a way of life that i know nothing of living. i must uphold your beliefs for the greater good with no thought to those who are sacrificed along the way yet i must save them too. i must bear hatred for a man fighting for his beliefs (or those that he has been taught). i must be an upstanding citizen in the community yet i am to commit countless murders and tear apart numerous families. i am to be a firm believer in the delineations between Light and Dark, Good and Evil but i am to perform heinous acts of violence to gather your information and stop a monster of your own creation. i am to fulfill a prophecy made before i was born that may not even apply to me because not all marks are visible. i am to follow blindly, every rule you set before me no matter the contradiction.
"i am to bear all of this with a smile upon my face, a song in my heart, a kind word upon my lips, and without thought or hesitation. At the same time i am to listen to the lies you spout and to take them as absolute gospel knowing that in the end, i will still end up in prison or dead.
"That was the life you gave me. my Master took me in and saved me. He protects me, gives me shelter, cares for my needs, shoulders my burdens, and expects nothing i cannot give in return. i have never betrayed anyone but you have betrayed me and my Master.
"Why do i kneel at my Master's feet? He has never lied to me. He cares. He has given me more than i ever imagined was possible. Why would i not kneel at my Master's feet?"
The hand in my hair makes swirl patterns on my scalp. Master is pleased with my answer. i want to melt into a pile of goo before my Master and embrace whatever He would give me but i do not move.
i have spoken with Master about one i would wish to be saved if possible. Remus Lupin is innocent of many of the crimes committed by those gathered before Master’s throne. His only true crime lies in trying to protect me. Master has promised to consider it very thoroughly.
Professor Snape moves into the group and pulls Mr. Lupin away. Master will speak with him to get the whole story soon. Master’s hand in my hair brings my mind back to him and i see Draconis standing a few feet away waiting.
“Go with Draco, Precious. I will be in with you as soon as I finish with our guests.” Master says gently. i rise slowly feeling the familiar faint twinges that mean i have been kneeling too long.
Draconis holds his arm out to me and i lay my hand over top allowing him to lead me from the room. When i first came here this action would have been impossible as i had only just escaped from my Uncle’s tender care with my hide barely intact and Draconis was still blinded by the mask of ‘The-Boy-Who-Lived’. He has become my friend in these last few months and i am grateful.
We reach the doors to Master’s rooms and i release his arm. With a slight tap of my forefinger on the pewter snake that guards the entrance, the doors open. This room is my Sanctuary. Floor to ceiling bookcases line three walls. The garden style windows that these walls held long before the books are the only breaks in the continuous shelves. The final wall houses the great oak doors that have just opened. They would dwarf even Hagrid if he were still alive.
On the right wall one of the bookcases is partially lined in rose quartz. The stones line a space no bigger than a normal door. A nearly identical occurrence resides directly across the room. The difference here is that the stones are citrines. These stones mark actual doors with the rose quartz leading to my room and the citrines leading to Master’s. my room is no more than a studio now filled paints, charcoals, and canvases in varying shapes, sizes, and subjects. Master’s room is where we sleep and it is to this door i move.
The bed is large enough for six to sleep and the down coverlet is wondrously warm. The entire room is bathed in varying shades of deep and pale greens, the stones that make up the chamber are scrubbed and polished, there is a wardrobe at the foot of the bed, and directly across from the entrance is the door to the en-suite.
i lie on the bed and wait for Master to retire for the evening. There was not much time to dress earlier this evening before the soldiers arrived with the vile ones so i am still in my sleep pants.
Master enters not long after i have settled and comes to sit beside me on the bed.
“You did well tonight, Precious. Is there anything you need before we sleep?” He asks softly.
“Master, i would like my phial.” my answer is simple and it leaves no question to the meaning. Master had Professor Snape brew a Male Pregnancy potion and i was given a dose for Solstice. Master told me when i was ready we would start our family.
Master is lightly surprised but happy in my request. i have pleased him.
From the bedside table, the crystal container is brought. The shimmering lilac of the liquid reminds me of days long past, of times before prophecies and lies. With careful fingers i take phial and unstopper it. Never taking my eyes from the rich crimson of my Love’s, i take the potion and feel a part of me relax that i had not known was tense.
Master takes the crystal and places it on the table before laying me back amongst the pillows as warmth begins in my lower abdomen and spreads through the rest of my body causing my toes to curl deliciously. i rejoice in the knowledge that before this night is through, i will be carrying my Master’s child and that He is pleased with this fact. i scarcely notice when He joins me on the bed but i feel his hands as they caress my face, my neck, my shoulders, worshipping me through touch as They make Their way downwards.
Slow drugging kisses from soft lips distract me as we are both undressed. my arousal is rising quickly now that skin meets skin completely. i sigh as His larger hands stroke me, i moan as the hand moves farther still to my opening. As He prepares me gently i am reminded again of how wondrous He is. Soon but not soon enough for my tastes, He is filling me and the ferociously addictive feeling of ‘Home’ overwhelms me. Every time i think that this must be the greatest feeling in the world. Every time i am proven wrong as He begins to move. Hands are clasped, "I/i love you"s whispered as movements gain speed, sounds wrung from souls echo around our chamber as our passion mounts.
It is a gravel laden voice filled with love and devotion saying, “Always Mine” that pushes me over the edge into perfection.
Hours later i will wake to Master holding me. He will tell me of His decisions from the night before and we will have breakfast in our bed, lazing about until lunch. From there He will guide me to the Dinning Room and mention to the Ladies Narcissa and Bellatrix that i took the potion. Early afternoon will see me having medi-scans to find the results of our exploits. i will sit on my Master’s lap in the evening when the meeting is held to discuss the next plans because Master will wish to keep me close. In between everything, Master will ply me with kisses and soft touches.
Thoughts of Uncle Vernon and Dudley beating me are pushed aside, the rapes i suffered for years forgotten in the euphoria of this latest development.
For now i think of none of this, only bask in the after-glow and dream of little girl’s with fly-away curls and blue eyes. When we wake my dreams will be reality but for now i am safe and warm and isn’t that all i really need. i am Master’s ‘Precious’, his companion, his pet, and it is more than i could ever want.