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Other Worlds	By : OrdinaryMortal Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 15372 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Lucius Malfoy gestured to Severus Snape to sit, closing the door to the library softly and shutting out the genteel noises of a pure blood christening party.
'My dear Severus, thank you so much for standing on behalf of Draco. Narcissa and I are so pleased at your closer ties to our little family.'
Severus smiled as he sipped at the truly excellent firewhisky. 'I am honoured that you chose me as Draco's Godfather, Lucius, and you have my word that I will always strive for his benefit'.
'Well, that should be vague enough to keep my word', he thought to himself, carefully keeping his thoughts occluded. Lucius was not the Legilmens he thought himself, but it paid to be careful. There was undoubtedly fondness for him in Lucius' private thoughts - his appointment as Draco's godfather proved that - but he could never forget that Malfoys always, always had an agenda. Lucius had been pressing Lord Voldemort's agenda as well as his own for the last three years, and Severus thought he had done well to avoid being pinned down so long, citing his near completed Potions studies as his reason for keeping to the side.
It was no secret in this house that Lord Voldemort wanted Severus to join his endeavour. While his father was a filthy muggle even in Severus' eyes, his mother's family were honoured by those who respected the Dark Arts, and their influence spread wide. His potions expertise had already brought him renown as the youngest student ever to be this close to his Potions Mastery; his Mastery study reworking Belby's Wolfsbane Potion had had some unusually secretive yet generous sponsors, which in addition to Lucius' financial assistance, had done much to ensure he could study at all.
The fact that his father had hated the magical world, as well as his unwanted child, and had done everything he could to keep his wife and son in magical disdain, had meant a visible distance between them and her family. Severus had grown up in grinding poverty, resented by his House at school and tormented by the Gryffindors, in particular after the spectacular row with Lily. Lucius and Narcissa had swept into the void like glittering Angels, smoothing the path before him in so many ways. He didn't know, looking back, how much of that had been done at Voldemort's direction, but for a lost and off balance school kid it had made a big difference.
Both had left school before he swallowed his pride and wrote to Lily, apologising. It had taken a lot of work between them both for their friendship to heal, and a lot of work on Lily's part with the self-styled Marauders, before a truce was called. Almost against his will James Potter had seen parallels between Severus' life and Sirius'. His protective streak had kicked in, and Severus found himself welcome at the little cottage in Godric's Hollow just as much as he was at Lucius' Wiltshire mansion.
The two social circles were kept wide apart, naturally. Returning from Italy for the summer vacation to England and the little house in Cokeford where he had grown up, Severus had been struck by the similarities between the two. Both had their honoured patriarch - Lord Voldemort, of course, for the Malfoys and their peers; Dumbledore for the Potters. Severus had too long watched Dumbledore's machinations, playing Slytherin against Gryffindor all his school years, to be comfortable around the old bat, and he suspected that Voldemort's tactics in attracting followers were not so different. The Dark Lord was evidently deeply partial to Lucius, although Severus sometimes felt that Narcissa was a little cool; and He was clearly fond of the LeStrange trio, but there was ... something off about just how attached they were to him. And, of course, both were heavily involved in the guerrilla warfare that was causing such turmoil in Wizarding Britain.
He wasn't stupid. It was unlikely that the Death Eater terrorist actions were, as Lucius and Nott claimed, the activities of independent groups taking intellectual theorisation to physical extremes, but he couldn't imagine the cultured Lucius sinking to violence. There was enough doubt to delay his making a decision before he had to, but Severus was increasingly certain that he would turn down Lucius' urgings to join the 'Inner Circle', as he called those closest to the mysterious Lord Voldemort, once his Mastery was completed.
He took another sip of the firewhisky, waiting for Lucius' rather rambling account of his latest political dealings to be done and for him to get to the point of their seclusion from the party, for there was always a point; some small favour, perhaps a series of potions or an introduction desired. Perhaps Lucius wanted to buck the Malfoy tradition and beget a 'spare' to accompany the Heir squalling in the other room, although given the potions both had required this time around, probably not.
Through the latest bills working through the Ministry via the latest Abraxan colt born in the stables (and named Dragon in honour of his son), Lucius delicately directed the conversation round to Severus' post Mastery intentions.
'How long do you have, do you think, before your studies in Florence are completed? I know the Dark Lord is most keen to assist a new Potions Master to flourish in this fair island. We have so few, after all. Such a shame.'
Severus nodded. Unsure quite where Lucius was going, he toyed with a couple of potential replies, before deciding: 'There is a lamentable lack of Potions expertise and research in this country. Without your support...' Lucius made a small motion of dismissal. 'You can't avoid my thanks, Lucius. Without that assistance, I would not be in this position, and with no direct Ministry assistance with apprenticeship support, I must wonder how many wizards we lose to other, more foresighted countries.' That should have been a big enough hook to reel in the purpose of this meeting, Severus thought, reassured by the minute relaxation Lucius displayed.
'Of course. The Dark Lord is of your mind in this, and was speaking of this last time we met.' He leaned forward. 'Have you considered sharing your knowledge with others, Severus? I can't help but think that an expert boosting visibility and enthusiasm for Potions, particularly amongst the young, would invigorate the craft within, perchance, five years, and, of course, raise your profile as pre-eminent in the field.'
Only his superb occlumency skills prevented Severus's mental shudder being physically visible. Gods, returning to Hogwarts in any capacity? Not to be endured at any cost, as Lucius must be aware. So what was this about?
'The craft does need more apprentices', he carefully agreed. 'Although I have not had the luxury of time to consider my next steps, of course.'
Lucius sat back, regally, in his chair. 'Yes, yes, of course', he mused. 'Still, I have been contacted regarding your future plans by Professor Slughorn. He grows weary of teaching at his age, and has private plans to retire at the end of this coming school year. As yet, of course, he has not disclosed this to the Board; hoping, he says, to time his withdrawal from Hogwarts with your graduation from the Academy. With his Emeritus support, as well as that of myself and our allies both on and off the Board, you could very well find yourself as not only Hogwarts' Potion Master, but also it's youngest ever Head of Slytherin House. Severus, dear friend, think of the opportunities such roles would afford all of us in this community. The connections, the influence, the opportunity to mould young minds correctly. My Lord was most enthusiastic that I recommend this opportunity with all at my disposal to you, and wanted me to let you know he would be most happy to exert his influence on your behalf. Combined with all our hopes for next summer, this truly is the start of a golden time, Severus, a golden age.'
And there it was. The message was clear. Lord Voldemort wanted Severus, both in his Inner Circle and at Hogwarts, and would be severely displeased if he refused either. Idly Severus wondered at the pressure that must have been 'exerted' on Slughorn, who, at a mere 60 years old, was nowhere near retirement age. If he had ever entertained any notion at returning to his own personal hell, it would have been a perfect inducement and threat combined. As it was, he had less than a year, on this timetable, to find a way out of the trap. There was no way he could slow down his research any more than he had; given his aptitude for Potions, his Master was fully aware he could submit his findings tomorrow and obtain Distinction, and clearly assumed Severus had a paramour in Florence and wished to stretch his apprenticeship over the traditional four years.
'Lucius, I fear we have been away from my Godson too long, but I must say this idea is extremely interesting, and has opened up a new potential for the next few years. I am, as ever, deeply grateful.'
Both men stood, and Lucius gracefully extended his hand for Severus to precede him.

'I am delighted to hear this, Severus. Do let me know as soon as you can where your decision lies, and I will be pleased to start the necessary wheels in motion. Shall we return?'
The delicate threat delivered and understood, Severus turned to leave the library, plans to visit Godric's Hollow already forming as the swell of conversation rose with the opening door.
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