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The Dream	By : FemmeBono Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2489 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cht. 3, Rising
Lucius Malfoy was quite an altruistic man, if he did say so himself. It had been bred into him by his own father, Abraxas, and he liked to think that he continued the family legacy of doing any amount of philanthropy for a truly worthy cause. When need be, the Malfoy patriarch could use any amount of leverage to further said cause as well. His fervent wish that all suitable children should be well educated led him to serve on the board of governors at Hogwarts School, and at the elder Mr. Malfoy�s passing, he took the helm of St. Mungo�s board as well to ensure that proper care was taken in administering medicine to those who needed it most. He felt surely that more could have been done to save his own father, for example, given everything the man had done for the community.
Despite these sentiments, he could not for the life of him comprehend what exactly had taken place barely a month prior. Saving a Muggle, of all people? What would the old man think? As a breed, Muggles simply did not bear consideration. They were the antithesis to all that was good and proper in society. Surely, if nature dictates that wizards have both magic and sentient intelligence--not to mention opposable thumbs--then they must be the superior race. With Muggles it amazed him that they even had the latter.
Yet even as a smile flitted across his features at the thought, it promptly flew away on the wind as he remembered once again the look of the girl he had saved. She looked� shattered, there was nothing else for it. And beautiful. He stopped in the path even as he tried to stop that train of thought. But no, having considered, he thought that yes, even for a Muggle she was achingly, hauntingly beautiful with those big dark eyes. He could appreciate beauty in all aspects of nature, even in a lesser being, as one would a deer in the forest. And that deer, that night, had looked haunted, hunted, and trapped. Gods above, he thought, what�s to come of this? Next I�ll be vegetarian. He plodded along, up the hill, and pondered. That shattered look, the pale beauty must have been what had done it. Along with the thought of Rowle putting his hands on her in such a weakened state. Lecherous creature, he surmised, thinking of the blonde pockmarked goon as he kicked a small stone on his way to the doors. How did the Dark Lord tolerate his penchant for torturing Muggle women?

Beastly occupation that was. He could never for the life of him understand the compunction to show power through that kind of perversity. Some forms of Muggle baiting could be quite entertaining actually, take the Quidditch World Cup for example. A cracking bout of frivolity that was, all in good fun really, but rape? Gods above, what if one of them got with child? And lived? Such a risky business undermined the entire point of their movement. Muggle breeding, as a rule, was a most unfit operation, but Death Eaters themselves--above all--should not contribute by populating the world with half-blood bastards. It was another fervent wish of Lucius� to elevate the aims of his brothers at arms thus, and steer them away from such tomfoolery. Let the Mudbloods muddle along, die out as a race through their sheer foolishness as evolution took its course, but at all ends keep the wizarding race pure and strong. What a tragic waste, copulating with the lowest species.

He thought of the man waiting upstairs in his study and wondered again what it was about Muggle women that could compel one so. There was a time, in fact, when he had thought one of his oldest friends had been stricken dumb and blind in love with one of them. For some time, that suspicion had lain dormant, until the night he saved the redhead. In that instance, this friend was the one person he could think of who was least likely to kill the girl outright. As he walked up the stairs and entered the study, he tucked the thoughts away and stuck out his hand when Headmaster Snape rose to greet him.
�Severus,� he said smiling crookedly, �how well the mitre of office sits upon you, my friend.�
�Lucius,� said his taciturn friend, inclining his head.
�Dumbledore,� said Lucius as he noticing the portrait above them open one bleary eye as he feigned sleep, �you�re looking quite better than when I saw you last.�
�Charming as ever, Lucius,� grumbled the picture sleepily.
�So, Lucius, what brings you out of house arrest in your gilded cage to our humble castle?� questioned Severus.
That was the damnable thing about Snape, he always could zero in on the uncomfortable aspects of one�s existence. It was one of the things that always made him suspect Severus was a more accomplished Legilimens than he let on. Ignoring this, and knowing that it would let on exactly how uncomfortable he felt, Lucius refused to let his complacent smile slip.
�As it happens, the Dark Lord wishes to convey how happy he is with your service at this most distinguished post. And in doing so, he is currently working a way through the Ministry to allow wrongdoers here to be tried as adults and sent to Azkaban. Namely that Longbottom boy and the Weasley girl.�
Snape�s face gave a barely noticeable twitch.
�Does he think my and the Carrows� punishments do not suffice? Does he believe us tenderhearted?� he asked smirking.
�By no means,� replied Lucius. �I rather think it is meant as a reward for your diligence in having to deal with the little blighters.�
�Yes, speaking of blights and Muggle sympathies, your charge wished me to thank you for your own diligence.�
�My charge?� Lucius shifted in his seat, trying to gauge Severus� intentions. He glanced up to see Dumbledore, who promptly started snoring softly.

�I did pick up a Muggle from these gates, not a month hence after receiving your Patronus, which urged me to make haste. I do confess myself surprised at your actions.�
�Did you question her?�
�There was no need. Indeed, a litany of your heroic actions practically spilled from her lips,� Snape said wryly.
�Honestly, Severus, your humor amazes me at times. What did she know about the Dursley�s whereabouts?�
�Nothing.�
�I had thought she might. Though I must say, she was hardly in a fit state to be questioned at the time. I assumed that you would be able to bring her around. It seems I assumed correctly. Well done.�
�Yes, it is a shame she saw and heard so much.� Severus said, his eyes glittering ominously. �She could never be permitted to go, having had such incriminating evidence against you, Rowle, and the others.�
Lucius� heart lodged in the pit of his belly and he swore to himself it was because of the dangers to himself and his cohorts if she talked to the wrong people.
�So,� he said trying to look unconcerned. �What did you do with her?�
�Trust me when I say, old friend, that she is of no consequence anymore,� replied Severus, letting the implication hang.
Lucius blanched visibly and leaned forward, �I�m sure that was not necessary, Severus. She wouldn�t be aware of the proper authorities to go to and truly, what Muggles would believe the tale if she told it? They would think her quite unhinged.�
�What touching concern for a Muggle,� Severus said, a grim smile spreading slowly. �Have you gone soft, Lucius? What would the Dark Lord think?�
�The Dark Lord need know nothing,� he began, before realizing his mistake and cursing softly.
�Indeed, I agree,� said Severus, nodding. �She is perfectly harmless, and quite safe from Rowle�s attentions. I have her closeted away at my home in Newcastle. Should anything happen to me, you will know where to find her again. Perhaps she will even have the chance to thank you properly.�
His smile turned smug as Lucius relaxed somewhat, though still watching him warily.

�I always knew you had a soft spot for redheads Severus,� said Malfoy, his own smile returning even as Severus� slipped from his visage.
�I don�t know what you mean by that, Lucius.�
�No, of course. You forget, I was your prefect.�
�I forget nothing.�
�Then you remember time and again that I caught you after hours sneaking off to meet with the Evans girl.�
�She was a neighbor of mine. And someone I happened to tutor in potions.�
�After curfew, Severus? What dedication.�
�Water under the bridge. Besides� if I did have a �thing for redheads� as you so succinctly put it, I am surely not the only one. For you saved that girl as surely as Rowle would have raped and killed her. Without a second thought or any reservation at all.�
�I had plenty of reservations,� he said at length. �Of getting caught, of what in the world I was doing and why, and of sending her here of all places. Even now, Severus, I question my own sanity.�
�Welcome to my world,� said Severus, rising and striding over to the liquor cabinet housed behind a large Sneakoscope. He retrieved two glasses and a bottle of Drambuie before taking his seat and pouring two fingers into each glass and offering the first to Lucius.
�Shall I propose a toast?� he said, lifting his into the air and raising a brow.
�What to?� questioned Lucius, taking his warily.
�To enlightenment.�
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