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Because We Are Snakes	By : Setsuna24 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 44500 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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AN: I will try to get back into writing more often but I got a new job recently and when I'm not there I'm exhausted or lack inspiration and drive.

Because We Are Snakes Chapter 30 – The Letter

January 4^th, Malfoy Manor, Dinner

It was dinner time and he sat to the right of his Lord as the man in question sat at the head of his table. It did not tickle him right not to sit at the head of the table in his own home, but what was he to do? A place of sitting, however prominent it was, was certainly not worth enduring the Cruciatus nor the implied lack of deference to his Lord. Besides, sitting at the right of a man so powerful was a prominent enough place for him to learn to live with the indignity. If only, Bella the Maniac was not sitting across from him at his Lord’s left hand and currently second most favored it would have been even better. He could hardly stand her simpering attention-begging or her mad cackles. How the stupid woman could hope to squirm herself into their Lord’s bed he had no idea but clearly she was not one to lose hope as she kept trying to get his attention in such a way.

The repressing of a full body shudder at the very prospect and mental image of his Lord and Crazy Bella in a passionate embrace took more effort than one could imagine. The sole prospect of such a thing ever happening or Gods forbid an offspring sprouting from such union was enough to cause him waking nightmares. He would have to share this thought with Severus, Lucius was not one to suffer on his own and if he had to live with such a horrid picture forever ingrained into his mental imaginings he might as well doom someone else to suffer the same.

He rather preferred Severus’ much more quiet company but the man had been bumped down a chair once The Crazy Bitch had miraculously shown up with a letter presumably from a powerful new ally.

How the emaciated woman managed such a thing baffled him to no end and the fact he would likely never know the details of such endeavor irked him something fierce. Still, he maintained a higher station than her, and that gave him solace as he smirked smug across the table at her irritating face. Too bad Severus could not attend this dinner, hearing the man’s scathing remarks to anything coming out of Bella’s mouth often made Lucius’ day.

Narcissa, sitting to his right in a position earned her by virtue of the Malfoy name, skillfully avoided all bait thrown her way by her sister regarding whether or not their child will be worthy of serving their Lord though careful deviation of the conversation. According to Bella the Bitch, the pictures she has seen of Draco led her to believe he was likely to be a weak boy in need of her tutelage to turn him into something of worth to the cause. While it was indeed true that Narcissa had coddled and spoiled their son immensely and the boy was not quite what Lucius had hoped for of an heir, there was no way in this Earth he would admit to it let alone let anyone speak of him as such. Draco was a Malfoy, pure of blood and therefore superior in all the ways that mattered, it was as simple as that. All that handing him over to The Crazy Bint to “train him” and “make a man out of him” would accomplish is to mentally, and likely physically, break his one and only heir. No, Draco had enough Black in him already for him not to want to risk the further exposure to that part of his blood via Crazy Bella.

By the Gods, dinner in his home had become so tedious of late! But he could hardly fault his Lord having his followers at the manor, despite how so many of the uncouth and frankly disgusting men and women currently in his home would never have stepped a foot pass his gates much less his threshold under normal circumstances. Just yesterday, that bastard Greyback and his filthy beasts had hunted down his priced race Abraxan and eaten it for dinner. The thousands of Galleons the winged stallion was worth as both a race horse and a breeder could support a small country for years and the bastard had just gone and eaten it. The audacity of him! First his albino peacocks and now his horse?! That disgusting creature was out of control, but being a guest of his Lord Lucius could hardly complain about it less his Lord take offence… Narcissa however had been a willing participant of his rants once they had run all over her priced garden and eaten her cat familiar.

This very morning they had sent all their animals to their French villa, there was just no way would they lose their costly animals to Greyback and his irk.

How he hated that foul beast… almost as much as he hated Bellatrix.

Having their Lord as a guest in their home was certainly an honor, however the add-ons he could do without. Lucius would just have to learn to deal with it and move around it for the time being. Yet, secretly, he would dare hoping their Lord moved on to a place of his own soon.

His musings and smirking at Bellatrix while he carefully flaunted his position above her was interrupted by the appearance of an unknown brown owl which deposited itself imperiously atop his Lemon and Berry Savarin, knocking down his 1837 CHÂTEAU de FARGUES while at it. It was very expensive wine and the cursed bird sat atop his dessert and spilled beverage like it was his fault it was stepped on and knocked about. Silence extended itself like a blanket in the dining room until Bellatrix… The Bitch… broke it by cackling madly at his expense. Next time he will make sure only cheap commoner’s wine was served on her glass, see how she likes it.

The letter was addressed to him in Draco’s elegant cursive, had it not been so unusual to receive a letter from his son while the boy knew dinner was being served he would have killed the bird out right for the audacity. That, and he did not want to have feathers and blood over Narcissa’s fine china and expensive table covers, not that they could not afford more but it was simply the principle of the thing. Besides, he had more decorum than flying on a rage because an unintelligent bird stepped on his dessert.

Upon opening the missive he encountered a second envelope, sealed and addressed not to himself but to his Lord in unfamiliar cursive. He did not even bother opening it, the sole presumption that he could read his Lord’s correspondence would likely get him tortured or killed depending on his Lord’s current mood. At the moment, the Dark Lord seemed to be in relatively amused spirits, though this wasn’t even a guarantee as his Lord’s moods were known to be mercurial at best. He would later interrogate his son about it regardless; not knowing what the letter contained would be unacceptable in case he needed to clean another of his son’s messes.

Lucius really wanted to open the letter and read its contents; yet he didn’t dare. Curse Draco for sending a letter to his Lord without first informing his father of its contents or at least giving him a warning. At the very least his son should have sent a more agreeable bird, the feathered thing kept trying to snip at his fingers in an effort to get him to pass the letter to its intended receiver. Bella the Bitch was having too good a time about it all and his Lord was getting annoyed at the ruckus at the dinner table.

“My Lord,” he said “It seems my son has something he would like you to be aware of. I cannot think of any other reason he would send you a letter directly when he could have just send it to me.”

“For your sake, Lucius. I dearly hope your son is not wasting my time with the idle musings of the adolescent mind or some inane dribble he considers to be worth my attention.”

Lucius felt like he wanted to grind his teeth in an effort to contain how incredibly irritated at his son he currently was.

‘That boy, he better not ruin this for me. I have worked too hard for too long to be in the position I am in within the Dark Lord’s ranks for his idiocy to ruin it.’

The Lord of House Malfoy apprehensively passed the letter to the long white hand but none of his hesitation showed upon his face or demeanor.

He waited with near bated breath for his Lord to blow up in a fit of anger and start handing out Crucios, presumably to him, like they were going out of style. It didn’t happen. Instead, if his Lord actually had had any eyebrows, Lucius was sure he would have seen them rice all the way to his hairline… if had he had any hair that is. It made him all the more interested to know what the contents of the letter were and once more he cursed his son for not having the forethought to and basic decency to inform him of whatever he had deemed of enough importance to share with the Dark Lord. Lucius was certain that he could have used that information to further ingratiate himself with his Lord had he been the one to deliver it but his son had blatantly cut him off from what could be important knowledge. It made him wonder if his son was planning to take his place among the ranks by pulling a surprisingly Slytherin move.

Despite how it irked him that his son was getting out of his thumb he could not help but feel a smidgen of pride and respect rise up in his chest toward his offspring. He had almost lost hope in his son’s cunning seeing as the boy was so incredibly obvious in all he did. Perhaps the boy was finally acting in a manner worthy of Slytherin house? Maybe his son could be made a proper Malfoy yet?

His Lord turned quiet, contemplative, and rose from the table without a word to anyone as he walked toward the section of the house he had claimed as his own. The irritating brown own followed behind, it was likely instructed to wait for an answer to the missive.

Lucius excused himself from the table as well, dessert was ruined anyways, and directed his steps towards his private study where he would muse about how to address his son’s incredibly sudden little bout of rebelliousness and bid for power and station within the ranks.

Later that night, after a meeting of the Inner Circle, the Dark Lord asked him and Bellatrix to stay behind.

“Tomorrow at midnight you are to accompany me to a meeting in one of Gringott’s private rooms.”

Whatever that was about, it was sure to be important. Lucius cursed his son for the umpteenth time that night.

He was going to have to get used to his Lord’s favor being divided between himself and the woman until he could find a way to garner some more favor for his own or at least until Severus did something to get his chair at the left of the Dark Lord back. Hopefully The Crazy Nut will do something ridiculous enough for their Lord to sit her at least five chairs away from the head of the table.
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