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Atrum Vox Part 3 (Severus/Lucius) [Nov. 22nd, 2012|09:38 pm]
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Title: Atrum Vox
Author: alley_skywalker
Characters/Parings: Severus/Lucius, Abraxas, Regulus, Orion, Evan and Andre Rosier, Bellatrix, Dearborn
Rating: PG-13
Parts: 5
Summary: Some of the most powerful magic is also Dark Magic. Yet there are those who revel in its power and do not shy away from the darkness.
Notes: 1. Atrum Vox is Latin for “dark power” or “powers of dark”.
2. This is a cycle. That is, these are ficlets/drabbles that are unrelated to each other aside from having a common theme, in this case, dark deeds/rituals. These ficlets were originally written as entries for darkarts_ldws. This is a cumulative header, each part will be posted with its own title, word count, rating and warnings.




Title: Uninvited
Paring: Severus/Lucius (one-sided)
Word Count: 700
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: A tiny bit of swearing, teen with sexual fantasies


Antonin won’t teach them Legilimency; it’s far removed from his area of expertise. Severus has the snide thought that Antonin’s bluntness has something to do with it, as Legilimency is a much more delicate art than it appears to be at first. However, Antonin can recognize someone with the right potential, and so Severus is meant to be handed over to Andre Rosier, who is Head of Interrogation in the Lord’s cabinet, for further training.

It is, however, Lucius Malfoy who ends up training him. Severus is surprised by the change but doesn’t protest. He likes the thought of spending more time with Lucius, in the richly decorated Malfoy drawing room where Lucius insists on holding lessons, before the glowing fireplace and with a constant excuse to look into Lucius’ eyes. Those grey pools of melted silver… Severus shivers every time he thinks of them.

He knows a lot of theory going into the lessons and he can cast the spell right. but his first attempts are futile. Lucius purposefully meets his eyes, but Severus cannot breach even the basic shields Lucius presents him with. The first time he manages to get through, he is met by a jumble of fleeting, useless memories, images of peacocks strutting across the Malfoy lawn and boring, public Ministry sessions.

“I don’t understand,” Severus says, hoarsely, after one such attempt, lowering his wand, and brushing sweat-soaked strands off his forehead.

Lucius shakes his head. “You have to find what you’re looking for. Even getting through the shields doesn’t mean you can just acquire any memory you want. Any wizard with experience will usually try to throw you off track, shove useless things into the forefront of their mind. You have to…slither through the cracks.” Lucius gives a slight flourish with his hand as though to imitate such a slither. At Severus’ uncomprehending look, Lucius says softly, “Alright, look into my eyes.”

Severus meets Lucius’ eyes and waits. He sees Lucius cast the spell with just his lips and instantly feels a foreign presence in his mind. The feeling is strange, intrusive and uncomfortable. Almost instinctively, he tries to throw up shields against the invisible hand that begins to sift through his memories, like sand slipping through fingers. He has no real experience here either and Lucius easily brushes him aside.

Really, at first, Severus doesn’t actually mind the exercise, focused on trying to pick up on Lucius’ technique. Lucius sifts through conversations with friends, train rides to school and back, training sessions, potions experiments. Even the glimpses of his home life don’t contain anything Lucius doesn’t at least suspect. Then, suddenly, before Severus realizes it, Lucius stumbles onto a loose end of some thought and tugs at it so hard that Severus thinks his head will explode. Memories flash before him with blinding speed. School days, Potter’s gang, Lily… More Lily and then Severus’ recently flourished fantasies about her and then his fantasies about…

Panic overtakes him, and Severus tries to shove Lucius’ away, to put up shields, to withdraw, to – for Merlin’s sake! – shove lists of potions ingredients he’d memorized into the forefront of his mind. But Lucius always finds the cracks and prides them wide open, slithers right through the imperfections. Severus, in his mind’s eye, sees himself watching Lucius with lusty eyes, watches himself follow Narcissa with jealous glares, watches himself – oh fuck – masturbate and call Lucius’ name as he climaxes.

“Stop! Stop it!” Severus doesn’t realize he’s almost screaming until Lucius withdraws from his mind and regards him with cool, unreadable eyes in the unsure light of the fireplace. Severus is breathing hard, cheeks flushed and heart racing.

“I think that’s all for today,” Lucius says in a quiet, silky tone.

Severus jumps from the armchair he had been sitting in and runs for the door. Once he’s far from Malfoy Manor he allows himself to cry in pure embarrassment. Once he’s calmed he thinks that perhaps Legilimency isn’t what he should be studying. Perhaps Occlumency would be more worthwhile.

And that he would do on his own. Far from anyone who could take advantage of him. Next time, no one will be let through to his mind. No one.


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