|The Dark, Beckoning Part 7 (Scorpius/Lysander, OC)
||[Aug. 25th, 2011|08:35 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.
Part 1: Aeternum Vale (Salazar, Godric)
Part 2: Power of Attraction (Albus/Gellert)
Part 3: In Secret, In Trust (Tom, Abraxas)
Part 4: Objects of Desire (Antonin/Bellatrix)
Part 5: Be Good, Little Book (Lucius)
Part 6: Plans for Glory (Draco, Antonin)
Title: Playing God
Word Count: 451
“It’s the best thing, Scor.” Anthony held out the glass test tube, giving it a little shake.
Scorpius eyed the colorless liquid within it somewhat suspiciously. “Don’t tell me it’s Vodka.”
Anthony rolled his eyes, giving his head an annoyed jerk and making brown curls fly all over the place. “Don’t be ridiculous, Scorpius, you know what it is.”
“The Draught. I know.” He reached up and took the flask gingerly out of his friend’s hand. “The word ‘death’ in the name scares me, honestly.”
“Then concentrate on the ‘living’ part of it.” Anthony smirked.
In the shadow of the room, Scorpius attempted to hide his feelings, his trepidation. “Are you sure this is the only way? Ly would come with us willingly, no potions needed.”
“His family would always pull him back. Not to mention those obnoxious Potter-Weasleys. Look, Scor, it’s foolproof. Lysander wrote to his brother that he is ill, Lorcan is coming here tomorrow. He finds his brother dead, he won’t suspect a thing.”
“What about the funeral?”
Anthony shrugged. “While he’s away summoning his family, we’ll apparate Lysander to the rendezvous point, then torch this place. They’ll think Lysander’s body was caught in the fire. Lysander will wake up only to be told his family thinks him dead. He’s having a hard time cutting ties, why not do it for him?”
Scorpius looked down, shuffling his feel. “You’re right, of course,” he said finally. “I’ll do it, alright?”
Anthony shrugged. “That’s why I gave it to you. At your leisure.”
Scorpius wandered into the adjoining room where a single candle burned by the window. Lysander lay in bed, swaddled with blankets. The damn toad fever had really gotten to him. Scorpius sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand gently through the younger boy’s golden curls. “Hey, Ly, you awake?” he whispered, studying the other boy’s soft, flushed features. Lysander blinked blearily up at him and Scorpius made up his mind. He could take much better care of Lysander than his pretentious brother or his loony parents. They were of the same House, of the same goals and ideas. They were in love. “Ly, baby, why don’t you drink this.” Scorpius supported the younger boy’s head, tilting the flask to his lips. At Lysander’s questioning look, Scorpius fought to not look away as he answered. “It’s just water, baby, come on.” Lysander drank and Scorpius watched as his eyelids became heavier, droopier and his gaze more unfocused. Gradually, Lysander went limp in his arms, eyes closed.
Scorpius lay his lover back down and brushed a kiss against his lips. “Be patient, baby. When you wake up, we can go back to conquering the world.”