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OOC:
Hello All,
After much struggling, I have decided to let Lucius go. We just are no clicking and I’m wanting to do something a bit different. I apologize to those in the middle of threads with me. Hopefully we will get another Lucius that will do him justice, but I just don’t feel like that is me!
--Alex
We’ll Be Friends Forever... || Sirius & Lucius || Flashback
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Sirius wasn’t paying attention to the others and instead was watching the cards in his hand, sorting them according to which pictures he liked the best. The king looked pretty cool, but he decided he liked the look of the Jack of hearts the best.
He pursed his lip to the side as he thought, glancing up to give a look to the other players, before inspecting the pot. He made a show of giving the center a good poke through, taking after his dad’s understated “party” dramatics and good humour.
Orion was always the life of the party. He had control of a room in ways that the Malfoys and other Blacks didn’t. People actually liked him- genuinely, or so Sirius thought. It was a different kind of control, not as calculating and obsessive, but every bit as intentional. They laughed at all his jokes sincerely and asked him what he thought of so-and-so, and what he’d do about this and that. Orion had so many friends, something Sirius could only hope to one day have. He didn’t care about all the money or the name or the fortune. He just wanted friends, people to be with him and that wanted to be there. That liked him for what he said and did and who he was.
Lucius was his friend, he turned to look to the older boy with a tiny smirk before digging deep into a pocket. The thought briefly came that he could throw the game and make it so Lucius won. He quickly brushed that away on account of both his own pride and his brother’s. That would be even worse to a person like Lucius. He wouldn’t insult his friend like that.
“We ain’ doin’ galleons right?” he asked genuinely, realizing after that the question might work in his favour and psych out the other players.
Judging by the shaking heads as a reply, he sighed and revealed two golden teeth cruncher bars, tossing them into the center. It was definitely a raise compared to the other goodies.
“You lot can fold, I ain’ gunna hold it ‘gainst ya.” he teased, gaining a bit more confidence around the older kids to show a bit more of himself.
“specially you, Lulu,” he bumped him with his shoulder lazily, before placing his cards face down in front of him. He didn’t need to look at them the whole time, and he was more curious about his fellow players.
“When I’m in Slytherin, will I need to put a snake round my neck- cuz i remember Toad told me when he got into Slytherin they made him put a huge snake round his neck and keep it there for over 5 minutes, and he was so scared to move cuz it coulda swallowed him whole.” Sirius asked, the growing worry about his future house recalled all sorts of crazy stories the youngsters told each other at family picnics.
Toad was an interesting lad, a distant cousin that was probably more related to the Greengrasses than the Blacks, though a cousin all the same. He had the misfortune of having a face that actually looked like a toad, giving him the nickname, and making it so that no one called him anything else. Sirius didn’t even know the kid’s real name.
Sirius didn’t think Lucius liked him very much, which suited him because he found him really annoying and an avid fibber.
“I dont… really like snakes,” Sirius confessed, under the assumption that all Slytherins automatically loved snakes because of their house. “I mean I can learn to like them, an’ id do it if I had to… but I don’t really like them right now..” he rambled.
A dimple flashed in Lucius’ cheek as he watched Sirius get into the game, even going so far as the jab through the offerings in the center before asking about galleons. He quickly explained in a soft under tone how the monitors felt about money and that they kept that to the dungeon where they were not watched as closely. When Sirius tossed in not one but two bars of candy, he made a face. “You and your luck.” He complained good naturedly even as he went back to considering his hand and the two new cards he’d been given.
He snorted and said, “We made Toad do that because he shrieked like a girl when he found one in the Quidditch stadium. It’s not a normal thing.” He said dismissively, shuffling his cards as if that might make them better. He eyed Sirius intently and then considered his cards again, and when the bets wound back to him, he decided to toss in a small bag of fizzing whizbees.
Kyle snorted at the memory of Toad and the snake. “That what he told people?” He shook his head and put his cards face down on the table. “Too much for me.” He added.
Lucius nodded and laid down his cards. “Two pair.” He said, revealing a pair of tens, and a pair of threes. It wasn’t great, but it was a win if no one had something better.
Leaning forward, he murmured more for Sirius than anyone else, “Hazing is often dependent upon you. The more dramatic or whiny you are, the more likely it will repeat, though honestly most of us just aim for other houses.” Slytherin’s didn’t exactly ‘stick together’ thought. It was more that there were others that were more deserving of their pranks and general bullying. At least that was how he’d always viewed it. Why pick on a poor pureblood when he could make some pathetic mudblood cry?
He relaxed back into the corner and nodded his chin toward Sirius’ cards, “Alright Sir, what do you have?” It was always more exciting to play with the younger wizard (though he would never admit that to his friends) because he genuinely never knew if he was going to win or loose. He enjoyed winning of course, but there was excitement in the unknown too, and he could always count on that with Sirius. The little shit had never been so much in awe of him that he didn’t give as good as he got. It was a quality that he liked, and was suitable for someone with his future.
We’ll Be Friends Forever... || Sirius & Lucius || Flashback
padfoot-ing-around:
Sirius’ smile widened. To a young first year, a member of the house quidditch team might as well be a celebrity. He wondered if he could be a beater too. He was kinda small, definitely compared to that other boy, but he’d grow! He was sure of it. Maybe he could join the third string- the young and eager benchwarmers, ready to play when they got to second year. Hogwarts was presenting so many options and he hadn’t even arrived yet.
Sirius watched the bright pink bubble pop near his face, his cheeks beginning to heat up. Sharon was pretty, he decided. Very pretty. Girls were still annoying but she, well she wasn’t like the other girls in his year or his annoying cousins. He smiled sheepishly and accepted the hair ruffling from Lucius without a fuss.
He hoped the hat would know where to put him. He didn’t trust himself in the matter and really hoped he wouldn’t need to say anything. He thought back to those boys that he’d just met, wondering where they would be put.
The scary looking bloke seemed to liven at the prospect of a game- liven enough to give a lazy uninterested grunt and move closer to get dealt a hand. The boy seemed to be so angry- teenagers were so weird. Sirius vowed he would never be like that when he was older. And yet he wished he could look that cool when he was angry. Mostly he just cried. Lucius was a teenager and he wasn’t that angry looking- well not all the time.
“Groovy!” Sirius exclaimed, taking a hard pull from his licorice wand and getting ready to get a hand as well. Unlike the other Slytherins, Sirius had no reservations about beating Lucius, especially at this game. He knew Lucius’ tells from years of playing, and his smile turned mischievous in an instant. He had every intention of beating his older brother.
The cards passed in front of them and Sirius snatched his up quickly before anyone could protest to him playing. He liked being with the older kids.
He wondered if Lucius liked any of the girls in this car. His eyes glanced around for a second before suddenly realizing: he couldn’t like another girl, he was betrothed… to his cousin! He smiled to himself, thinking that they were going to be related for real and then they could hang out all the time.
Lucius always looked so effortlessly cool with his long wavy hair. Sirius wished he knew how he did it, what the secret was. All the older kids seemed to have it. Maybe then his father would get off his case a bit.
“Hey Lu, where’s Sissa?” He asked curiously, his cousin suddenly, and somewhat randomly, on his mind.
He didn’t know much about Lucius’ dating life. He’d never thought to ask nor did he feel like it was his place. But Sirius was at Hogwarts now. Surrounded by girls! It ignited a repulsed and disgusted, but also a wild curiosity in him.
Sirius placed a card down and scooped up another. He had a good hand, he could feel it.
“Groovy!”
Lucius swept up his cards, belatedly recalling just how many times his little brother had beat him at cards. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea. He pondered as he considered his cards and decided that it wouldn’t be too bad. Maybe beating him would set a good trend for the young Black. Sirius was destined to be one of them after all. May as well start paving that road. Content with the knowledge that he might be beat, he tossed down two cards and waited for two new ones. Poker wasn’t really an ‘acceptable’ game, but in the confines of their train (and dorm) they could do whatever they wanted (within reason of course).
“Hey Lu, where’s Sissa?”
He couldn’t quite stop himself from glancing around the train car, as if the mention of her name might actually summon the blond bombshell that ruled Slytherin like a queen. He didn’t see her there though, so he shrugged. “”Probably looking after Andromeda or something.” He said noncommittedly before focusing on his cards again.
They sucked and he couldn’t quite keep his nose from crinkling. “Who let Kyle shuffle?” He complained, though a rueful grin curved his lips as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a taffy, tossing it into the center. There were too many monitors on the train to get away with money bets. They saved that for the dungeon. It was safer. Not like Slughorn was going to stop them.
“You need some like Lu?” Sharon asked with a waggle of her brows.
Lucius snorted. “You will too if Siri’s luck holds true.” It was his way of confirming a win on his brothers part would be accepted by him without complaint. He knew how to set the scene, and frequently did so. He liked controlling the room. He tossed back his hair and relaxed back again, curious to see what everyone else would throw into the pot.
When Marcus slid a wizarding card in, he made a face. “No one wants your Dumbledore card Abott. Might well toss that thing.” Marcus made a face, but withdrew the card and reluctantly threw in his last chocolate frog instead.
notlibatiusborage:
His helping went to hindering, but thankfully by then he had done enough for Lucius to help him stay up, muttering shield charms as he blocked, unable to focus enough for a wordless one just yet. And now Lucius was goading them. Wonderful. If he had had his legs under him and knew what he was facing properly, he might have joined in, to try and prompt errors through anger.
He finally managed to uncurse his legs, but kept them moving, even as he pushed a little against Lucius, to indicate that he was now in control. It felt silly to kick his legs about, but he was waiting, his own spell burning at the forefront of his mind, his wand egging him on, desperate to cast, but he stayed waiting… for the perfect… time… to-
Strike! As the bombardment spell came towards them, Severus curled his legs under him, ready, feeling like time was slowing. He wasn’t moving any faster, but he had been ready for something like this, so he was moving in treacle at the same speed as the spell approached. He had been on the receiving end of a few blasting curses before, and had had his fair share of cauldrons blow up, so he knew what position to assume to mostly protect his vitals.
As the spell smashed through the shield and tossed them backwards, the caster had flinched away, a natural reaction to an expected explosion, but a mistake. In the split second before his feet left the ground, he could almost feel sectumsempra race from his mind down his arm and out of the wand.
He hadn’t slashed, so the spell was barely directed, but he got on well with his wand and it knew just what to do it seemed, his hand twitching as he cast. The spell rocketed out, almost hidden by the bombardment curse’s trail, and seemed to split the death eater’s gut like a balloon.
As his back hit the wall hard and he fell, he looked up to see his victim clutching at an ally, who looked horrified and was trying to shove him away. They obviously were not a team and didn’t know how to fight together. Unlike him and Lucius- he glanced down at his friend, who wasn’t getting up, and grabbed the man under the shoulder, summoning the door off the building they were propped against and setting up a small amount of cover for them. “Inside? Easier to defend.” Spells were already starting to splinter the wood and one panel was starting to smoke.
His head was ringing like a bloody brass band had set up inside his skull. He hurt everywhere, and was still too disoriented after the last blast to be of much help to anyone, let alone the man he’d set out to assist.
“Inside? Easier to defent.”
He started to nod, but his head protested the movement and instead just grunted an affirmative, moving sluggishly to focus on the doorway behind them. He stumbled inside, but was cognizant enough to know that the darkness was their ally in this instant. He stumbled around a display case and sank back against it, closing his eyes. That blasting spell had hit more than a few pressure points. He’d be black and blue come morning and Cissa would be pissed.
A display piece exploded above his head and Lucius flinched, which just pissed him off. These were their fucking allies and they were so greedy for recognition that they were literally trying to kill them. How in the fuck did that make any sense? Swearing furiously as he let the tide of his anger sweep him away, Lucius seized the adrenaline, and twisted to his knees, maintaining his cover as he clambered awkwardly to his feet.
The next spell to go hurtling from his wand was slashing curse that hit his enemy full in the face (mainly because they’d been trying to figure out exactly where their victims had gone). Lucius ducked back down, blue eyes cutting over to Severus. “Does Fenrir eat them if they’re already dead?” He asked, intentionally loud. He wanted them to understand that he was pissed, hurt, and by no means, afraid.
Eleventh Hour || Daisy & Lucius || April 15th, 1979
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The bunker was cold, and dark, and even though it was totally under the Order’s control, decidedly creepy. Daisy pulled her cloak tighter around her, taking a moment to ensure her mask was well-secured before slipping into the prisoner’s cell.
Although a row of bars separated her from Malfoy, she still found herself raising her wand a little as she approached him. He might be locked up, but he was almost certainly a Death Eater, which meant she had to be careful. She paused a few feet away from the bars, looking at the captive consideringly. How to approach this? She didn’t really know a thing about Lucius Malfoy, wasn’t sure what buttons to push, how to convince him to tell her something useful.
Still, she was quite determined to try. She needed to try. They’d had so little success with this unsanctioned mission. She’d not been allowed to really question Regulus, and Carrow seemed to have bloody well gone mad when she’d tried to talk to him, and it didn’t seem like anyone else had had any luck with the rest of the prisoners. And now the rest of the Order was insisting they set them all free! If they let them go before they got any information, all this work, this risk they’d taken, it would be for nothing!
So she was going to get information and, lacking any real plan, she decided to wing it. “Are you a Death Eater, then?” she asked bluntly. A ridiculous question, obviously he wasn’t going to just admit it, but she had to start somewhere. “Tell me the truth, and I’ll let you go. Or at least, get you a pillow or something. You don’t look very comfortable.”
Captured. He still couldn’t wrap his brain around it. The order had actually kidnapped people. Clearly someone had developed a set of balls. He didn’t even have to wonder why they’d taken him. He was an avid supporter of maintaining the purity of their bloodlines so naturally he was the most obvious ‘Death Eater’ as far as the public was concerned. It didn’t help that his wife had been arrested at the New Year’s Eve debacle.
Unfortunately, his surprise had melted away fairly quickly when he’d been tied up and thrown into a dank little cell. At first he’d been too shocked and surprised to really feel anything, but now? Well now his amusement had thoroughly waned. His ass hurt, his extremities were chilled straight to the bone, and was fairly certain that the gruel he’d been given to eat would kill him, which meant he was fucking starving.
“Are you a Death Eater, then?”
He glanced up at the voice, blue eyes narrowing on the figure poised beyond the bars. Did she really think it would be as simple as that? He smirked at the thought. This was why the Death Eaters would eventually triumph. The order members were soft. Oh sure, they’d proven themselves cunning with this little stunt, but what could it have possibly gained them when all they did was hammer questions at them? There was no real threat, just his own irritation and desire to be free.
“Oh is that all I have to do?” He asked snidely when she offered him a fucking pillow. He ignored the appeal of such an amenity. Now was not the time. He shifted around, intentionally giving her his back, determined to make the entire process as difficult as he could. He was cold, hungry, and his body hurt from the abuse it had taken when he’d been taken (as if sitting on an icy stone floor weren’t bad enough). “Fuck off.” He added irritably. He just wanted to go home.
Matters of Influence|| Marlene & Lucius || 1980.
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Was this man actually comparing his family background to hers!? She doubted his affections were anywhere close to the McKinnons’ family bonds. They were based on understanding, compassion and acceptance, things the more self-entitled pureblood lineages had never been to attached to. Sirius had been cast aside like a faulty toy, and so had Andromeda Tonks and anyone else who somehow defied their pureblood values. Lucius Malfoy would have a very hard time convincing her that he was not exactly like all the others.
“What if I provide a statement of consent allowing me access to the legal documents so that I may catch up on what has been done thus far? I wouldn’t even need to take the files from your office. I could content myself with working right here.”
Marlene stared at him, this time a bit lost. She was not sure if Malfoy was trying to bribe her, threaten her or if he actually believed that argument might be enough to convincing her. She bet that many others had caved into that pretty boy charm act, but Marlene had never really been into pretty boys, and least if they were blond. She was practically immune to blonds.
“I suppose that if such statement was of legal nature, with the consent of whomever is leading the investigation, signed by the Head of Department and by the Head Hit Wizard, it would be possible to do that” she ventured slowly, like one might approach a wild kitten. Frankly, she had no idea how things would go in such a case. As far as she was aware, there were no precedents. But of course, the Malfoys would not give up without at least trying to buy their way through the system.
“You know” she said, a thought occurring her suddenly. It was petty of her part, the witch was aware of it, but she could not resist the opportunity of rubbing in that snotty man’s face the fact that someone he probably considered inferior had more power than he did on the matter “You mentioned Sirius Black. As the victim’s brother, he has had access to the file multiple times. You could turn to him for information”. She had to fight the impulse to smirk tauntingly, in which she fortunately succeed. Oh, Narcissa had been absolutely revolted by the idea of turning to her fallen-from-grace cousin of all people for help. Marlene supposed that all this family concern they preached about was valid only until their own pride was compromised. That was why they could not compare their bonds with Marlene’s and her family’s. Any member of the McKinnon clan would have endured humiliation if it meant saving someone they loved.
Despite her deep dislike for the Malfoy couple, however, Marlene did emphasize with the Regulus Black case. She remembered Regulus vaguely from her days at school, a silent, but quite harmless young boy, a lot less boisterous than his older brother. Frankly, Marlene always got the sensation that he was just a boy who had ended up with the wrong crowd.
“I’d be lying if I said I do not somewhat agree with your reasoning, Mr. Malfoy” she accepted through gritted teeth. She had a pride of her own, after all, and admitting she agreed with Lucius Malfoy on anything was a jab at it “A fresh pair of eyes could be of great help. But that is why team conducting the investigation is consulting other sources. Civilians, however, are not allowed to take part. I’m afraid there is nothing I can do about that”.
Lucius’ entire being stiffened the moment the name Sirius Black tumbled from her lips. She threw it out so casually, and yet he could have sworn he saw a glint of something in her eyes. He was fairly adept at reading others, but those skills were more honed in terms of policy and government need and practice. He was here on a purely selfish venture, and it made him question and doubt infinitely more than he would have in normal circumstances.
“You could turn to him for information.”
Sirius would just love that. His lips thinned as he immediately rejected the idea. The fact that he had to come here groveling for information was detestable enough as it was. The very notion of seeking out the blood traitor he’d once called brother was beyond unpalatable. It was unthinkable. He would get what he needed, and it most certainly would not be through Sirius Black.
He shifted, leaning forward to brace his elbows on his knees as he peered across the desk at the blond hit witch. Another blood traitor, though he wasn’t sure the McKinnons had ever been considered overly pure to begin with. The family produced like rabbits. That kind of over-population had to have its own drawbacks he was sure.
“I’m not exactly a civilian.” He pointed out. He opened his mouth to point out that he likely had more access at the ministry than she did, but he stopped himself (barely). Insulting the chit wouldn’t win him any favors after all. What to do? He couldn’t bring himself to go with flattery. There was nothing appealing about her, and he could not think of any future situation where he might actually need to go so far anyway.
“I suppose that if such statement was of legal nature, with the consent of whomever is leading the investigation, signed by the Head of Department and by the Head Hit Wizard, it would be possible to do that” He turned over what she’d said and what he knew and then realized that she’d not quite understood his original request.
“Besides, you misunderstood me Ms. McKinnon. You said the file was only accessible to direct family members. I meant, would I be allowed the same access as the Black family if I were to provide a statement of consent from the family. It is my understanding that access is denied all outsiders to maintain privacy. If the family then gives me permission to access the file, would that not be sufficient enough?” Merlin he certainly hoped so. He was running out of ideas.
Potions and Promises || Severus & Lucius || February 1980
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Severus eyed Lucius’s cheery face for a moment with what could possibly have been genuine fondness. He shook his head briefly and then began to search through the stock in the cupboard behind the counter. It looked like a bookshelf, but could be slid aside to reveal another layer, just as thick as the last, in exactly the same space. And that too could be slid aside.
No rare potions were kept in it since it was so easy to access, but various stable potions that could be kept were. Severus had a sort of filing system that the other shop worker knew not to mess with on his days off. Instead of any kind of alphabetical sorting, potions were by and large grouped by first their purpose then their colour or appearance. This both looked very impressive and meant that a description of the potion provided an idea of where to find it.
Severus walked his fingers along the tops of a few bottles and found the first, but the stomach settling solution was such a common potion choice that it was instead on the shop floor. He closed up the cupboard lifted the counter to walk out into the shop and quickly located a vial. After wrapping the two in brown paper with well practiced motions he wrapped the two packages again and tied he bundle off with string. He could have used the fancy paper that customers of Lucius’s standard ‘required’ but decided that, since the cost was ultimately borne by Lucius and that the other man could stand to slum it now and then, brown paper it would be.
“there.” He handed it over and noted the costs, tucking the receipt into the till and making a little mark in on of the ledgers that indicated the purchase had been made by the owner.
He locked the till and closed up the remaining unlocked things as he talked. “How has Narcissa been handling the news? Is she pleased?”
His lips twitched faintly as he watched Severus peruse the shelves recalling his original opinion of the wizard’s filing system. Lucius had come in one morning to find the entire store reorganized. When I said you could take the weekend to organize the shop, I didn’t realize you were going to change the entire system Severus! I can’t bloody find anything! He’d been furious, mainly because he’d attempted to help a customer and felt like an idiot because he couldn’t find anything. Now that he understood the system, he found it to be rather ingenious. It was infinitely more efficient than the system his father had implemented. He couldn’t imagine the store being set up in any other way now.
When the two vials were slid over, he made sure to note which was which, then withdrew his wand. He took a moment to store the vials away in his pouch, then glanced up to watch Severus close up, noting the meticulous care with which Severus managed everything. Just one more reason he felt so comfortable leaving the shop in the younger wizard’s care.
“How has Narcissa been handling the news? Is she please?”
His first thought was alone since she’d known for a couple of months now, but he’d only just found out. However, instead of focusing on that bit of negativity he shrugged and said, “Much the same as any other expectant mother I suppose. She seems at once excited and worried, and I can’t blame her. Luck and success hasn’t exactly been in our corner when it comes to children thus far.” His brows knitted together as he frowned over the thought. They had to be so careful this time around. He wasn’t sure what Cissa would do if something went awry this time, and he knew his own disappointment would be beyond bitter.
He waited almost impatiently for Severus to lock up the store and then tugged his pocket watch out long enough to check the time before he glanced back up and said, “Three Broomsticks?” He was feeling nostalgic, and the food had always been fairly good. Of course he didn’t really wait for his friend’s agreement, just started winding his way through the back of the apothecary to the back door and the alley beyond where they could apparate.
Lucius and Sirius|| Sirius’ First Year at Hogwarts
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Lucius, I personally source a lot of my ingredients from the man, and a fair few of the specialist herbs. They're much higher quality than the usual supplier. ~Severus P.S. That ridiculous bird has nothing to do with whether I visit your herb gardens or not. P.P.S. Also your peacock owes me half a pack of tobacco.
Severus,
Well how was I to know? I made a judgment call. Could tell he was a mudblood from a mile away. Bloody babbling about how grateful you were like he had any right to tell me anything about you. Guess he wins this round. Lucky him.
- LM
PS. Just keep telling yourself that. I’ll never forget the day he was strutting around my gardens with shreds of your robe in his beak. I think he was pretty proud of himself.
PPS. I’m imagining Moriarty with a ciggy hanging from his beak. You two could be smoking bros. Maybe I should have a set of smoking jackets made for you two.
We’ll Be Friends Forever... || Sirius & Lucius || Flashback
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“Hmm,” Sirius nodded, taking in all the information. So they were going to the second car. Were all upper years in there? Would he be allowed to ride with them? With Lucius at his side, he knew that probably no one would question it.
He felt special that Lucius took the time to bother with him. He’d always been brushed off by pretty much everyone else in the family, that it was refreshing to have someone actually take the time to talk to him- instead of yell or scold or say, ‘Sirius don’t you dare pick those roses, you’re making a mess of the garden!’
Not that Lucius wouldn’t do any of those things, but it was just different. It was coming from a brother, from a friend, a mentor, not some dumb girl, or worse a mum or auntie.
There were only two people he had in his life that he considered to be his best friends: nanny, who, as he’d learn two years ago, got paid to be with him- so that wasn’t really much of a best friend. And Lucius Malfoy- who could be prickly at times, and didn’t always wanna play games with him, but sometimes he did! And sometimes they would go swimming or out in the canoe at the summer home, or he would show him how to unlock doors with his wand.
“A sea monster?” Sirius’ mouth dropped open and his eyes bulged. “Wicked.” he breathed excitedly. This was the first time he’d heard about an actual live monster at Hogwarts. Usually if someone told him something that cool, he’d immediately question if the person was telling him a fib, or trying to make him look silly. But he knew when Lucius was joking (usually) and this didn’t seem like one of those times.
Sirius felt his heart sink into his shoes at the comment, ‘a bloody first year?’ He looked down and swallowed the bite of liquorice he’d been chewing with a frown. Just because he was little didn’t mean he was a baby. He glanced up at Lucius and his smile returned when the boy defended his presence.
Sirius felt a bit put on the spot but that was okay with Lucius’ hand on his shoulder. He glanced around at the other students, his cheeks turning red, but he forced himself to keep his eyes up.
Sirius smiled and nodded, “Okay sure,” he broke out of Lucius’ grasp to go happily follow the other girl, before being pulled firmly back and steered in the other direction.
He chuckled at Lucius’ comment, not fully understanding what he meant, but it seemed a bit funny anyways- and the other boys seemed to find it funny too.
Sirius hopped up onto the bench and glanced around, taking in his surroundings like an eager sponge. All the Slytherins looked so cool, most of them were half-dressed in their uniform already, but still had a few key pieces of their own style to come through. The girls had their hair done, looking pretty, with bright red lips and little bows that sparkled or butterflies in their hair that were flapping its wings.
The boys looked equally as cool- one of which looked really scary and Sirius intended to stay far away from him on the opposite end of the car. He was definitely a seventh year. But most of them had on some sort of quiddich paraphernalia. One bloke looked like he definitely played for the Slytherin team. He looked so groovy.
“Do you play quiddich?” he asked the boy beside him, who looked like he was just itching to get out on the pitch.
Sirius pulled out a liquorice wand and took a bite.
“Lucius, when do they pick the house that I’ma be in?” He asked curiously, hoping everyone didn’t think it was a dumb, baby question. “And then how’d I know who I’ll be rooming with?”
Lucius had flung himself into the booth, claiming the corner so that he could sprawl. It was his favorite place to be because he could easily hold court from that position. Everyone could (and often did) gather around his booth, and he stayed at the center. Plus, sitting here meant that he was silhouetted by the sun and flashing scenery, and he liked the way the girls stared at him (though Narcissa wasn’t amongst them this time).
“Do you play quidditch?”
He smiled, focusing on Sirius. “That there is Marcus Abbott, best beater on the team.” He confirmed for the beast of a boy, not that Marcus minded. The other teen was busy shoving a chocolate frog into his mouth, and instead just flexed, waggled his brows and went back to enjoying his chocolate.
Lucius reached out to snag a bertie bot from the box sitting in the center of the table. He considered the spotted pink candy for a moment before cautiously tossing it into his mouth. He’d had more than a few nasty flavors and learned to eat them one at a time, and with great care. This one turned out to be strawberries and cream, so he smiled and relaxed back, focusing on Sirius, who continued to throw out questions.
“The prefects’ll decide where you room.” He said with a shrug, reaching out for another bertie bot before he focused on the more important question (in his opinion). “As to your house, that’s all up to the sorting hat pup.”
“Mostly.” Sharon, the brunette slytherin piped in, flashing Sirius another grin before she started to blow a bubble of bright pink bubble gum.
“She’s right about that.” Kyle Gaunt sat forward, his eyes alight (though he shot a look at Lucius waiting for a subtle nod before he continued). “Sorting ceremony’s tradition, but truth is, the hat takes into account whut you want too.”
“But you’ll be Slytherin for sure.” Lucius added, ruffling Sirius’ hair with an easy grin that had charmed more than a few people. “But there’s no sense worrying about it now. Who brought the cards?” He asked, ready to while away the time left playing games and not just answering questions. It helped that he had wicked good luck. It never occurred to him that some of his ‘friends’ let him win because loosing was infinitely better than the cold-shoulder any one of them could expect if they beat him.
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With her concentration broken he was able to shove a hand under the rope and keep his airway open and when he wand span towards him he dove for it, twisting on the floor to follow up his friend’s attack with one of his own, the woman’s head cracking against the wall and her body going limp as her leg kicked out.
He rolled away towards Luci- shit, now Lucius was gone? He saw the other man on the floor a short distance away and the group were gaining the upper hand.Baring his crooked teeth, Severus slashed his wand wildly like a sword at those advancing on him and two of the curses hit. The first man hit dropped his wand to press both hands to the gash opened up on his chest, and the other stared down at the rapidly growing pool of blood where Severus’ spell had taken what looked like a considerable slice through the man’s calf muscle. He apparated away while he was still conscious, which was a wise idea, but Severus and Lucius were still numerically overwhelmed.
Severus looked over at his friend and caught his eye, then ran towards him, shielding himself as best he could and counterattacking when someone used a schoolchild hex to try and trip him. As if he, Severus Snape, had not dodged or undone hundreds of the damn things.
He reached Lucius, grabbed his arm to try and pull him up, and got hit by a tarantallegra curse that made his legs spasm and twitch uncontrollably under him. He just had to hope he could undo it before he kicked Lucius or something worse hit either of them.
He gladly accepted Severus’ assistance up, though when his friend’s leg began to spasm, he found himself doing more of the lifting. He shifted awkwardly to slid his arm around the lanky man, shoving up so that they were sort of propping each other up. He barely had time to get a fresh shield charm in place before a new spell exploded off of it. This is fucking ridiculous!
He glared at the remaining Death Eaters, circling close like ravenous wolves, and his lip curled in derision. “I was trying to figure out who would be so stupid, but I think I get it now.” He said to Severus, wand lifted, and trained with intent now. He wanted to keep the wall to their back. It was a protective movement, and prevented further attacks of surprise. Instead he focused on the four goons pressing closer.
“I don’t know your names because he doesn’t know your names. You’re worthless. Expendable.” He waited until he felt some of Severus’ weight shift, telling him when the tarantellegra curse had eased. Easing forward so that he was standing firmly on his own two feet (though his back was still aching, and he dared not breathe in too deeply) he said, “You’re no better than that pack of werewolves. Fodder for the war and nothing more. So by all means, give it your best shot.” He taunted.
Bravado was his weapon of choice after all. He was Lucius Malfoy. He was accustomed to others bowing to his whims. He didn’t even consider that this might be one of those instances where he needed to consider apologizing or groveling. It wasn’t his style or nature. The shortest member of their attackers lifted his wand, and Lucius took advantage of the moment (forgetting the other three) and fired off a cruciatus curse that hit the death eater full in the gut. The short man doubled over, gasping, but it was short lived because the offensive move left them both open, and his shield charm disintegrated like ice in the sun.
The bombardment spell threw them both back against the wall, and he grunted when his head smacked a little too firmly into the rough bricks. Pain exploded through his head and for a moment stars seemed to swim before his eyes. Why was this going so badly? He was better than this! He shook himself, lifting his wand once again. He was not going to let the dregs of their allies take him down!
OOC: Prompt Interests
Hello All, In the interest of developing Lucius, I have identified some past prompts that I would really like to do with Lucius. If you are interested, please give me a shout!
If Tomorrow Never Comes: Prompt 21 March 3rd, 1979
Through the Looking Glass: Prompt 22 April 2nd - 7th, 1979
Beneath the Blazing Stars: Prompt 23 May 19th, 1979
Monster or Madness: Prompt 33 October 30th, 1970
Exploding Snap: Prompt 34 November 15th, 1979
When I was Younger: Prompt 42 March 16th, 1980
//Although many of these prompts had set partners, if you’re like me and you were not writing for your muse at that time, these prompts are opportunities to explore, even at this late date.
Lucius, A friend of mine, Tilden Roots, works there and I have just had a very interesting discussion with him. ~Severus
Ahhh. Lucius considered the note intently trying to decide how best to respond. It had occurred to him later that the babbling wizard had come in search of his friend, so it had probably not been the very best idea to be rude to him. He sighed, nose crinkling faintly. Shaking his head he finally set quill to paper:
Oops? I’m afraid I might have forgotten during the conversation that he was your friend, though honestly Severus, you can do better. A mudblood? Regardless, I didn’t say anything too terrible I didn’t think. He was just so…Hufflepuff. He did warn me that he’d start charging us for his herbs. In my defense, I was unaware that we needed so many herbs from outside sources. You are aware that I have several herb gardens right? I told you I can put Moriarty away. –LM
The Apothecary || Tilden and Lucius || Between Battles | April 9, 1980
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The shift in Lucius Malfoy’s demeanour was so smooth and effortless, it took Tilden a moment to register it. He huffed an uncertain laugh, his smile dimming as Lucius went on and with each word that left his mouth, it became more and more clear that he wasn’t joking. Tilden wasn’t sure what had caused the change. Was it something he had said? He ran his words through his memory, but none stuck out to him as something that could be misconstrued as insulting. He’d thought the conversation had been going well, productive even. Clearly he’d thought wrong.
“Oh, um, right,” he said, clearing his throat and glancing down at his feet, embarrassed and caught off-guard by the sudden animosity. I guess the rumours aren’t as wrong as I thought. Lucius spoke with a tone Tilden knew well. Not all bullies fought with their fists. Words could be just as cruel. It wasn’t like it was the first time he’d found out that Severus was friends with bullies, either. He’d simply hoped that chapter of his friend’s life was over and he’d left those petty friendships back at Hogwarts. Another thing he was wrong about, it would seem.
He raised his gaze again, forcing himself to meet Lucius’ cold blue eyes. The wizard’s words had stung, particularly because he hadn’t been expecting them, but he’d dealt with bullies before. And now, with the war, Lucius’ snobbery seemed almost as common and mundane as he clearly considered Tilden to be.
“I’m sorry to take up your time, then,” he said, as steadily as he could manage. His stung feelings made him want to turn and flee and his nettled temper made him want to shout, but he held both urges in check. “Considering Severus gets a lot of his plant-based ingredients from me already, I only hope your potions here aren’t already too common for your tastes. I’ll remember to raise the prices from now on so you can pretend.”
In a contest of scathing comments, he knew it didn’t really compare to what Lucius had already said, but it was about as pithy as Tilden could manage. He was just glad that he hadn’t stuttered, which in and of itself was a small miracle. He offered Lucius a curt nod and turned towards the door. “Good day, Mr Malfoy.”
“I’ll remember to raise the prices from now on so you can pretend.”
Well he’d be hearing about this later he was sure. Not that Lucius cared. The shop could afford it, and speaking his mind had been too satisfying to be upset about a possible hike in prices. How much could they actually be purchasing from the little mudblood anyway? Confident that the young wizard was bluffing, he offered a thin smile that held not a shred of good will and said, “Of course.”
His day was already looking better after all. He watched the wizard wind his way out the door and then shook his head turning to slip back into the back room once again. He needed to hire a part time clerk to manage the desk when Severus was out. He hated having to attend to customers. Clearly it did not go well business-wise.
Shaking his head, he settled back at the table where he’d been working and picked up his tea. He took a sip, absently blowing first only to immediately spit it back out, lowering his cup with a scrunched look of disgust. “Gibsy!” He glared at the spot where he knew the elf would appear and the moment the cowering creature appeared, said, “How many times must I ask for hot tea before you get it right?” He didn’t care that it had probably cooled while he dealt with Toots. It was clearly the elf’s fault in his eyes. Shaking his head, he shoved the tea back and it sloshed along the sides. “Try again, and for Merlin’s sake, do so quickly. I’ve been waiting long enough!” He shook his head and picked up his quill, getting back to work and grateful Severus had only needed the one day.
He missed his normal office…
Lucius, have you been to Witchcraft essentials lately for any reason? ~Severus
Lucius eyed the missive with a frown and then shook his head and reached for the quill on the corner of his desk:
No. Why would I go there when I have my own shop? --LM
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The witch had exhaled heavily, probably winded, and definitely bruised. He suspected she wanted to threaten and bully but not actually fight.
Severus for his part, also wanted to not fight and just get to his wand, but was he currently busy avoiding the tip of someone else’s. The interesting thing about a lot of wizards was that they never really considered that someone might not be afraid of a wand tip.
To be clear, Severus was certainly afraid of what might be done to him, especially now he was fighting back, but nothing had hit him in the back yet at least. Magical folk, however, often forgot that a wand was not a close quarters weapon(understandable since there had been so few wars in living memory). So when the wand swung toward him again, instead of backing away, he used his long stride to close on the weilder. Yes it was harder to dodge from here, he would have less time, but he was very very nearly against the wand now.
As the wand started to spit a spark out while the wizard spoke, Severus stepped closer yet and pushed the wizard’s hand aside. The spell shot to the side and took a chunk out of the wall.
Severus took advantage of the momentary control of wand direction to look behind him,and saw to his extreme relief Lucius Malfoy. Severus turned back to the man he was half wrestling arms with and let go with his left hand to shove a finger in one of the other man’s mask’s eye holes. The way he reeled back and dropped his wand was satisfying, but made more so when Severus picked up the dropped wand.
He turned to curse one of the others but the witch he had thought finished was more tenacious than he had given her credit for, and far too quickly the stolen wand fell to the floor with Severus, who was clawing at invisible ropes around his neck and trying to move towards Lucius and by extension his own wand.
This was not at all what he’d expected of the night. At best he’d thought to spend an hour or so chatting with Severus, discussing some safety protocols and what not. At worst he’d thought to miss the younger wizard entirely. Now he was in the midst of a knock-down fight, and things were not going well. The momentary time he’d purchased with his attack was lost almost immediately as one of the other wizards turned on him with a spell that diminished his protective shield heavily. The wizard that had lost his wand dove after it, but Lucius didn’t have the chance to follow him because his buddy was slugging spells at him like there was a fire sale.
No wonder we haven’t beaten our enemies. There was no thought in the attack. It was brute force and sheer will. No strategy or planning, just spell after spell. He blocked, but there wasn’t much time for offense, which trapped him in a sort of stalemate. He was debating how to shake off the obnoxious opponent when he heard a gurgled gasp for air. He glanced to the side and swore softly when he saw Severus struggling to crawl toward him despite the incarcerus ropes that twisted tighter with every moment.
He swore softly and re-enforced his protective spell, but he couldn’t concentrate on the oafs opposite him. He had to deal with the witch or his friend was going to suffocate. Darting forward, he kicked Severus’ wand toward him, taking aim at the witch behind him with a blasting spell that flung her back against the unforgiving brick wall of the alley. He immediately shifted to release Severus when pain slammed into his back as his protection spell disintegrated under the onslaught of the other goons.
He arched as the muscles in his back seized, the hex constricting his muscles to the point that he was sure his rib would break. Gasping for air, he twisted, lifting his wand to pull up his shield just as another blast exploded before his face. Not good. There were too many of them. That’s what this was. Lucius knew he was good. He’d never lost a fight. Of course, it had never once occurred to him that he always won because he always had someone backing him up, like Ramsey or Septimus. It didn’t help that he rarely took on the role of defender. So in his mind, the fact that he was loosing had nothing to do with him. It was sheer numbers.
He hurled another offense spell, throwing back one of the attackers, but leaving himself vulnerable to his friend’s attack (an opportunity that was not wasted). He was flung back onto his rear, skidding across the wet cobbles, and for a moment all he could do was blink up at the gloomy dark sky overhead. His entire body was throbbing, but more than that, his pride was stinging. Not about to let them walk away hooting with victory, he forced himself to roll onto his side, struggling for his feet.
We’ll Be Friends Forever... || Sirius & Lucius || Flashback
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Sirius looked at the train anxiously, then back up at his parents. Little Regulus was still holding onto mum’s hand, looking a little sad that he couldn’t go to Hogwarts too.
“Well maybe I can just wait till next year,” Sirius proposed anxiously, getting lost and disoriented in the sea of other students. Everyone seemed to be going where they were supposed to go- knowing exactly what they were doing. Sirius felt so out of place.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” His mother said flatly. “You’ll go to school just like every other wizard your age and you will be good. So help me, Sirius Orion if I get a call…” She frowned down at her son, noting the messy mop of curls that she hadn’t gotten her hands on to buzz short.
Sirius glanced back at the train, his gut turning as he dreaded leaving his mum and little brother.
“I, uh.. I don’t think-”
“Well, go on. Get with your class.” His mother nodded to the lineup of first years that were being rounded up. Sirius’ face wrinkled with anxiety, watching the children run to get into line.
“Be good. We’ll see you at Christmas.” She said, patting him towards the train before walking away.
Sirius felt lost but he slowly made his way into the line, looking at all the eager faces around him. It wasn’t long before a boy beside him struck up a conversation, settling the doubt and dread in his tummy.
Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all?
He was just starting to feel comfortable when they were ushered into several large compartments at the back of the train. He hadn’t changed into his robes yet and instead was just wearing a red sweater and black trousers.
“You see the newest issue of Wizkid yet?” He asked the other boy excitedly, pulling it from his pocket. Nanny had shrunken it down for him so he could take it on the train.
“Did you see when he killed Dark Magma?! Oh that was wicked! Whats your favourite sweet? I got loads of sickles. Wow look, he’s got Newt Scamander on his-” Sirius pointed to another boy’s frog card. His thoughts were speeding too fast for him to keep up. The scenery was changing rapidly around them, matching the growing excitement in the compartment.
He decided he was going to like Hogwarts. He’d already made a friend!
Part of the anxiety that had been keeping him up for half the summer, was the prospect of mingling with the other students. Sirius had spent years longing for a friend- when all he had around him were just stupid girl cousins and an annoying little brother- that he was terrified he wouldn’t make any. No one would want to hang out with him. He’d be alone, that one weirdo kid that all the other kids-
Sirius jumped up from his seat, his eyes lighting up. The compartment door had opened to reveal a tall blonde, looking effortless handsome in a way Sirius envied. He wished he had groovy hair and cool poses like that.
“Hiya Luicus!” Sirius’ beamed with a mixture of pride and admiration. He waved at the older boy dorkily like a kid brother. Lucius had come to see him. Sirius decided that he LOVED Hogwarts.
“You know him?” A boy asked, glancing between Sirius and the upper year. Sirius nodded with a grin and hurried to collect his things.
“Well I’ll be seein’ya,” he waved to the others and trotted off to follow his friend proudly.
“So where we goin’ Lucius?” He asked curiously, eagerly looking around them as they walked up the aisle. He had to walk quite fast to keep up, clumsily dodging other students, and the carts, and notes that were flying in the air from compartment to compartment. Lucius seemed to be able to do all that without much effort but Sirius had always been a bit clumsy anyways. He tripped over something- a broom handle- and landed on his knees.
He was quick to scramble back to his feet though, laughing it off easily. He was too excited about where they were headed. Sirius had stuffed all his sweets into his pockets like a kid, liquorice wands hanging out. He didn’t feel like a dorky little kid, especially now that he was with Lucius, though to others he probably looked like it.
“You think we’re almost at the castle? What does it look like? Is it true they got an ogre, because one of the blokes back there said they did, but i told him, I said Lucius woulda told me if there was a real live ogre in the castle. They’d keep ‘em in the dungeons now, wouldn’t they? But you can’t keep an ogre in the Slytherin common room!” He rambled on at rapid speed, practically bouncing with excitement and preparing to hang on every word Lucius said.
He’d heard all the mythologies about the castle from all his older cousins, that now that he thought about it, he knew a lot about Hogwarts already. It wasn’t going to be scary at all!
It never occurred to him to slow his stride. He’d hit his growth spurt during the summer and put on a few inches (which he was loving because now everyone was looking up at him). He was so accustomed to walking faster to keep up with everyone else that he’d yet to realize that he was now walking too fast for people to keep up with him in a casual way. “Second train car. Best one to be in. First one is too close to the engine so it’s noisy. Second car is perfect because the noise is muffled and that car is the smoothest ride.” He explained easily. If someone else had asked him, he would have been irritated that they couldn’t’ figure it out, but Sirius was different. With Sirius it was his duty as a big brother (assumed or not) to make sure the younger man understood the finer qualities of life and why he should seek them out (or expect them as was their birthright in his opinion).
He slowed faintly when Sirius tripped, glancing down at the younger man with a fond expression. How well he remembered being just as excited—only he’d been on his own initially. He thought of Ramsey and Septimus and wished (as he had so many times since they’d graduated) that he’d been closer to their age (or that they’d been closer to his) so that they could still hang out together. He’d seen them during the summer, and of course he’d see them during the holidays, but it wasn’t even close to the same, and while he’d had others try to fill their spot in his little circle of friends, they were substitutes at best. That was alright though, because he had no doubt Sirius would prove himself to his group despite his age. Sirius was the Black heir just like he was the Malfoy heir. They were meant to be best friends, of that he was certain.
“You think we’re almost at the castle?”
Lucius chuckled at the lightning speed questions being flung at him and shook his head. “Takes a few hours to get there pup. As to the ogre—myth. It’s the sea monster in the lake you gotta watch out for.” He ducked down and added, “Especially when the girls are sun bathing.” He waggled his brows, flashing a grin before he pushed into the second car.
“Hey Lucius, took your time gettin’ up here mate. Whut were you on abou—” The question drifted off mid-sentence as the occupants got a look at the figure just behind him. Carrigan’s nose crinkled. “Is that a bloody first year Luc?”
Lucius smiled, stepping to the side so he could throw an arm around Sirius’ shoulder and drag him forward. “Not just any first year Carri. This is Sirius Black.” Lucius worked hard to hone his reputation. By the end of his first year, he’d already made a name for himself, and he hadn’t stopped, nor did he plan to. Lucius liked being the center of attention. He liked the way people watch him, and he didn’t imagine the envy or jealousy. He knew they wanted to be him and to have what he had, and he loved knowing that.
“Well…” Serena, a dark-haired 5th year decked in Slytherin rolled forward onto her hip to study Sirius. “He is kinda’ cute.” She mused before beckoning. “Why don’t you come sit with me sweet?”
Lucius rolled his eyes and steered Sirius toward the large booth and table that he preferred. “Trust me pup, you’re not ready for her particular bite yet.” He said, sharing a knowing grin and laugh with the other boys lounging around the table.
