|The Dark, Beckoning Part 5 (Lucius)
||[Aug. 22nd, 2011|08:55 pm]
Title: The Dark, Beckoning
Characters/Parings: Salazar, Godric, Albus/Gellert, Riddle, Abraxas, Antonin/Bellatrix, Lucius, Draco, Scorpius/Lysander, Narcissa (cameo), OC
Summary: The dark lures, entices, and some people’s lives are inevitably tied to it or its agents in all sorts of significant and insignificant ways.
Notes: 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 objects (although one is a liquid and another an outright potion). Five of the parts were written as entries for darkarts_ldws with two written afterwards to have the cycle neatly cover all the main timeframes of fandom (Thanks, Kat, for the promps!). This is a cumulative header, each part will be posted with it’s own title, word count, rating and warnings.
Title: Be Good, Little Book
Word Count: 275
The small book sat on the ornate, redwood table, its cover dark and soft-looking, appealing, luring. Lucius ran a finger down its spine, stroking it. Good little book, be good now. He wondered if it could burn, burn like the papers he had just committed to the fire. Everything of vital importants was evacuated to hidden safes, other secure places. Everything else that could be compromising was burned. He wondered if the little old book would burn or if it was somehow fire-resistant, cursed into indestructibility.
Except, it didn’t look old and it wasn’t something he would dare destroy. The Lord, if he ever came back, would not forgive such a betrayal.
Of course, Voldemort coming back was a very small chance. Now, the ministry barging in with their humiliating search warrants, like they really had any right at all, was a different matter. If he was to take care of the little book, he could at least use it to his advantage. Sending it away to the Vaults could have been an option but… It would make ten times more sense to utilize it. Against those Weasleys and that old toad, Dumbledore. He knew what the Lord’s plan had been. He did not know what exact powers the little book possessed but apparently, they were sufficient.
Soft footsteps on the carpeted floor announced Narcissa’s arrival. Lucius gingerly picked up the book and locked it back up into its safe. He turned to face his wife, who was already in her silk nightgown, her long blonde hair streaming over her shoulders. “Still worried?” she asked liltingly.
“No, darling, come to bed.” Be good, little book