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Watching Sorrow	By : shatteredstar21 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 19332 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my insanity which means not Harry potter or Pitch Black... please tell me if this story is worth continuing, i make no profit off it

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Chapter one

Now, here he was with the ritual that Ashsalt had given to him, finally he was going to go back in time, and he was going to save his mate. He understood that by doing this he was probably going to write himself out of time, but at least he would know that his younger self would have a chance with his mate. With these thoughts, he made sure that he had all of his things in his trunk, it was still perfect for his purposes, everything was ready. With a grim smile, the chaos beast turned and swept through the glowing silver portal that would lead himself to the past. As he took that last step he turned and gave a jaunty wave to the old goblin portrait, smiling toothily at him as he felt the void in his chest suddenly throb…and all went dark.

When he awoke, he knew that something had gone wrong. He was surrounded by darkness, and he hurt everywhere. Glancing around, he noticed with rapidly rising horror that there was light…in a small line under a door in front of him. With a fear that he refused to accept as reality he felt around himself, trying to figure out where he was. Suddenly he came back into possession of his wits and nearly head-palmed… what was he, a muggle? With a swift gesture of his hand a small light appeared before him. And his horror returned. Yup, if it could go wrong it would… He was back in the cupboard. He glanced around, and noticed that he was very small. Maybe six years of age. After a swift assessment, he was relieved to see his shrunken trunk still there with him.

As he sat there, he started going over his options, and three made themselves to the front of his mind. He could kill off his ‘relatives’ and try to make his way on his own; he could try to find Tom and get him resurrected, and then fight him off long enough to explain everything; OR he could use his abilities to get Lucius on his side and then get his help with Tom. Looking over the options, he decided to go with number 3, he had been alone for long enough, and Tom would be a hard sale without Lucius there as back up… he didn’t want to hurt the man after all, and besides, Lucius still had that diary.

COV

Lucius growled, he hadn’t had a decent nights sleep in over a week. Recently he had been having vivid dreams that disturbed him. As he sat there staring sullenly at his glass of wine he slipped back into his memory of the night before: he was surrounded by swirling silver light, as he walked through it his surroundings they slowly settled into an area he had never seen before. He was in a small park in what he could only assume was a muggle area, there were many children playing on the equipment, but what caught his attention was a small boy who was crouching behind a slightly larger than himself bush. The boy was scrawny; he had many bruises showing on the small amount of flesh showing from beneath his ragged clothing. As he observed these details about him, the boy started glancing around as if he was expecting something to happen, only to start at something.

It was at this point that Lucius realized he couldn’t hear anything, and when he thought this it was like the sound just snapped on. In his moment of inattention, he saw the small boy was surrounded by boys slightly older than himself, they were circling him like sharks, sensing blood in the water. The smaller boy didn’t look scared, only resigned, like this had happened many times before, and he could no longer build up the energy to really fight it.

As the too weary green eyes looked around at his tormentors, a particularly corpulent boy strode forward. “You freak, wait until I tell dad that you purposely messed up my grades, you’ll regret messing with us, just you wait.” As if these words were some sort of preset signal all of the circling boys swiftly came forward, and started to beat the small boy.

At this point the dream slowly faded out, leaving Lucius slightly disturbed at the level of hatred shown in children so young. As he spent a moment to try to figure out what it was that had drawn the larger boys’ attention to the small one the dream faded back in. the small boy was still in the same place in the park, and the sun was setting, and he was just coming back to consciousness. As the boy moved in painfully slow movements, Lucius decided that he would stop fighting these dreams and see what was so important about this small green eyed boy. With this determination in mind he followed the boy as he trudged slowly down the street, three blocks later Lucius’ attention was drawn by the small boy to the street sign, it read Privet Dr. after the boy sighed and started trudging on again they soon made it to a white house with a silver number 4 nest to the door. They both walked in to the house and heard “Boy, where have you been! You know that you have chores to do after school! And Dudley told me about what you did to his grades at school. Go to the stairs.” The hugely obese man with the rather fuschia face had come from the kitchen, and when the boy didn’t move quickly enough for his tastes, the man grabbed the boy, and dragged him to the stairs where Lucius was appalled to see that there were silver handcuffs setup and ready to be used attached to the banister well above the slight boys height ‘surely he can’t mean to… apparently he can.’ Was the grim thought on Lucius’ mind.

Lucius had no choice but to watch as the boy’s shirt was torn off by the man, who then put his tiny wrists in the cuffs. He couldn’t move when the man slipped off his belt and started to beat the boy, and he was transfixed by green eyes as the boys back was turned into so much raw meat. Finally Lucius realized something that he had missed before, the boy was looking him straight in the eye, thinking it was a fluke he took a step to the right, and the boy’s gaze followed. Finally the fat man stopped beating the boy, he undid the cuffs, which had bitten cruelly into the delicate wrists, which were now bleeding. Lucius continued to follow the boy, he was almost afraid of what would happen next, but he couldn’t stop himself… he felt he HAD to know. To his disbelief the man threw the boy to the ground and screamed at him to clean up his mess, and the boy did it, as the boy worked on the blood on the walls and floor, Lucius’ gaze was drawn to something amazing, the worst of the boys wounds were drawing closed. For some reason that was the worst part of this for Lucius, this small abused boy… was Magical. The fat man came out the second the boy was done; he had obviously been watching him work, he again grabbed the boy by the arm, and then to Lucius’ disbelief, threw the boy into a small cupboard under the stairs.

This had been when Lucius had awoken from his dream, disturbed by the images; he had tortured and killed a great many people in his time. However something about the cruelty he had seen truly bothered him, and the only conclusion he could come up with was that it bothered him because of the boy’s obvious magic. Suddenly he sat upright and realized that the boy had still been looking at him at the end of the dream… somehow Lucius dreaded sleeping that night.
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