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The Raven's Song	By : Quills Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Lucius’s wand pushed up against Lyra’s bare skin as he carried her up into the heights of the silent manor. Though she knew he surely intended to use her just as the Lestranges had before him, she could not even summon up the strength to try to break away from him. There was no point, for not only was she hovering on the very edge of unconsciousness, but escape was impossible. He would catch her before she could crawl even a metre away from him, exhausted and wandless as she was.
With a low, despairing sob, she lifted her heavy head to look up at him as he clenched his jaw and strode down a long, dark corridor only dimly lit by the flickering candles that lined the walls. He had changed, so much so that she barely recognised him from the arrogant and immaculate wizard of less than two years before. His long hair was loose and unkempt, and the beginnings of the fair beard that ran along his chiselled jaw did nothing to disguise his sunken and shadowed face. Even his clothes were dirty, and despite her ordeal she could not help but wonder what had happened to him for him to have slipped into such a state.
Lyra shivered, and Lucius’s face tightened as he carried her through into his bedroom then pointed the wand at the bedroom door and sealed it shut behind them. Silence reigned, and his impassive face gave nothing away as he lowered her to sit on the end of his bed before taking up position next to her and guiding her to lean against him.
Without speaking he reached out to lay his hand across her face, cupping her bruised cheek in the palm of his hand as she shuddered deeply. The unexpected tenderness was such a contrast to all the Lestrange brothers had dealt her that out of nowhere tears rolled down her face, nestling between his long fingers as he wordlessly stroked away the stinging physical pain that lingered still from the vicious blow Rabastan delivered to her what seemed a lifetime ago.
Finally, Lucius spoke. “I won’t ask you where your son is, Lyra – but tell me, is he safe?”
Her eyes wide, she stared up at him in fearful confusion. “My...my son?”
“Is he safe?” he asked urgently.
“Y-yes.”
He exhaled. “Good. One less thing to worry about, but in the face of all that has happened tonight I fear that is of little comfort to me. Are you in a lot of pain, Lyra?”
Dazed and lost, Lyra let herself slump into him. She did not need to answer with the words she could not find, for it seemed he knew all too well what had transpired between her and the Lestrange brothers before he finally arrived to take her away. His hand shaking, he lifted his wand in the air to summon a blanket to wrap around her shoulders, and she gasped.
“That’s my wand!”
“I suspected as much. I saw it just inside the door when I came to you, pet.”
Still, though, he did not hand it over. Too tired even to demand he did so, she clutched the blanket as he rose from the bed and stared up at him without blinking, conflicted by the wildly opposing emotions that whirled through her at the sight of him. “Lucius?” she said, her voice trembling.
His hand tight around her wand, he swallowed hard. “Lyra? What do you need?”
“Only one thing. Let me go. Lucius, please let me go?”
As she choked back a fresh, broken sob, Lucius’ face contorted again.
“Ah, pet, you know I cannot and will not do that,” he said heavily. “I have fought so hard and for so long to make you mine that I cannot let you leave my home now, no matter the circumstances in which you finally came to me. You are here now, and you will not be leaving whilst I still have any say in the matter.”
Lyra’s tears fell in earnest now, and Lucius turned away from the sight of them.
“Lie down and stay out of view of the fireplace, Lyra,” he said without looking at her.
She obediently curled into a tight ball on top of his sheets as he stoked the flames of the fireplace with her wand then tossed a handful of Floo Powder into them. Intrigued despite herself, she lifted her heavy head to listen in as Lucius crouched down low and began to speak.
“Severus, I am in urgent need of some Healing Potions,” he said abruptly. “For both our sakes, ask no questions, but merely bring them over with all the haste you can muster. I will send a house elf to meet you outside the gates.”
Snape. She breathed in sharply, but even the memory of the Potions Master’s betrayal of the Order could not stir her now. Near numb with despair, she slumped back down again and closed her eyes until she felt Lucius ease himself onto the bed at her side and heard him mutter a spell, waving the wand over her prone form.
Everything ached still, and a fresh fear sparked at the thought of what he could have cast on her when she was so vulnerable. She tried to struggle up to sit, but he forced her back down with one hand on her shoulder as she spoke.
“What was that?” she demanded.
“A Contraceptive Charm, pet. I do not imagine either of those bastards down there thought to protect you in that way,” he said, his voice curt and fierce. “However, it is my place to do so; I only wish I had heard you soon enough that I could have spared you the horrors you endured, at whatever cost it would have been to me.”
Her breath hitched violently. “You would do that?”
“For none but you.”
Lyra fell silent again, convinced by the sincerity of his words. Lost as to what they could mean when taken alongside everything he said in front of the Lestranges, she realised her head was hurting far too much to even try to make sense of it all. With a low, aching moan, she buried her face in the impossibly soft pillows and Lucius stroked her hair back from her bruised face.
“Try to sleep for a while,” he said, his voice low and mesmeric. “We must wait for the potions I have sent for before we can attend to anything else, pet, and above all else your body needs rest to repair itself, both in body and in mind.”
He was right, and what was more, the tender touch of his hand was lulling her into sleep even if she was inclined to fight her. Her eyes drifted closed, and the next thing she knew he was cradling her head in the palm of his hand and guiding her up to sit.
“Here,” Lucius said as he pulled back to reach for the goblet now on the bedside table. “Lean against me if you need to, Lyra, but you need to drink this to help your body heal its physical wounds. I would offer to make you forget it all once the potions have taken effect to take away the emotional pain as well, but I suspect that painful and terrible though your ordeal was, you do not want to forget it.”
How well he knew her. Swallowing hard, she nodded mutely and leaned against his chest, allowing the unexpected safety of his arms to surround her as, with a low groan, his free hand came to rest against the bare curve of her waist. She felt him tense behind her, but he passed no comment and did not permit his hand to seek further as he lifted the goblet to her lips.
The taste was familiar, one she knew well from numerous visits to the Hogwarts hospital wing as a child. Convinced he offered nothing more than he told her, she obediently drank it all then rested her head against his shoulder as he set it back down behind them.
“Very good, pet. It will soon take effect, I promise, and in the meantime I think it is high time that we remove every trace of your abductors from your skin. Can you walk to the bathroom, or shall I carry you again?”
Lyra did not think her legs could hold her weight, not until the potion had taken effect; and the thought of allowing Lucius to carry her to her bath thrilled her so deeply despite everything else that she twisted into him and held her arms out in an invitation he clearly understood. His eyes darkened and he drew a shallow breath as he slipped down from the bed and lifted her into his arms once more.
The urge to nestle into his hold was impossible to resist. Laying her head against his shoulder as the sheets fell away from her body, she realised that her actions could speak only of surrender to all he intended for her tonight, but perhaps that was precisely what she needed to drive away the memories of all the Lestranges had done to her.
Shivering with that thought, she curled her legs beneath her when he set her down on a plush chair before directing her wand on the opulent marble bathtub in the centre of the room he had carried her to, jets of water coursing out of the gold snakes that served as taps. Emeralds were set into them for eyes, and from each slit pupil ran a steady stream of scented bath oil, the heady aroma of patchouli, rose and ylang ylang slowly filling the bathroom until the bath was full and Lucius reached his hand out for her once more.
“Come, Lyra,” he said quietly, and his voice was as powerful as if he had cast an Imperius charm on her. Drawn to obey him, she lifted her arms to hold on around his neck so that he could lower her bare body into the warm embrace of the water, and then he knelt down beside her.
“You asked me once to take your pain away, pet,” he said. “Let me do so now.”
Lyra’s breath hitched with that deliberate reminder of the last time she found herself in Lucius’s arms. The silken syllables of his voice wound around her as surely as the whirls of scented steam rising up from the water, and finally she began to relax as a raft of memories filled her mind of his mouth on hers and his hands desperately roaming all over her body, a slave to the same passion that was slowly beginning to spread through her veins as the potion took effect and the Lestranges faded away to nothing more than a memory, unable to touch her now she was here with Lucius. He would keep her safe and defended, of that she was certain, and when he reached out to wind one hand through her hair she sighed under her breath.
“Talk to me, Lucius,” she said drowsily. “Make me forget everything else.”
“Everything else save for what?”
She closed her eyes as his lips came to rest against the side of her throat. “Everything else that isn’t you.”
Lucius breathed in sharply, the heat of his breath on her bare skin threatening to drive her crazy. His hands settled on her bare shoulders, skilfully drawing away her aches, and when he lifted his head again he wore the full height of his hunger for her on his reddening face. His grey eyes were dark with lust as they came to rest on her breasts, her nipples tautening as the water gently lapped at and teased them with its warmth, and she sensed that he was only barely holding himself back.
“What would you have me talk of, pet?” he said, his voice hoarse and strained. “Anything you want, you must surely know that I am yours to command.”
Lyra’s head rolled to the side, gentle tremors of lust pulsing through her from head to toe with every touch of his devilishly skilled hands. “You,” she whispered. “I want to hear about you. Lucius, why are you doing this?”
“This?”
“Everything you have done these past three years to try to win me. Does your wife not object, Lucius?”
He hesitated as he picked up a wash cloth, easing each of her legs out of the water in turn and gently soaping them down. His fingers danced perilously high along the inside of her thighs, and when she threw her head back into the water with a low cry he finally spoke again. “You loved Sirius, didn’t you?”
“I still do!”
“Yet every time I held you, Lyra, you craved all I had to offer.”
She could not deny it. Closing her eyes, she nodded, the first time she had ever confessed the truth of it to the both of them.
Lyra heard him breathe in sharply again as the cloth moved in steadily decreasing circles all over her breasts. “It is the same for me,” he said. “I love Narcissa, but I crave your touch with every fibre of my body. I need you, Lyra, and for a reason neither of us can fathom we were meant for each other from the first moment we met. Tonight I will prove to you how spectacular we can be together.”
That promise could have only one meaning. Mutely following his unspoken command to let him wash her hair, she kept her eyes closed as he massaged her scalp, removing every trace of the Lestrange brothers from her body before he quietly cursed and straightened up to stand.
“Out of the bath now, I think, before I can restrain myself no longer despite my best intentions.”
She reluctantly opened her eyes again to see him standing away from the bath, holding out a fluffy white towel that waited to wrap around her body. Her strength was steadily returning to her, and she pushed herself up to stand in the bath without his assistance this time. Water streamed down her skin, but she did not flinch away from his intent stare as it raked over every last inch of her. A ghost of a smile played on her lips as she carefully stepped out of the bath and moved into his waiting arms.
Lucius wrapped both the towel and his arms around her, caressing her skin through the towel to thoroughly dry her off before he stepped back, muttering something she could not hear under his breath as he reached for her wand. His face was contorted when he turned back to her to dry her hair with jets of warm air from the tip of the wand before he reached out to gently but insistently pull the towel away to leave her exposed to him once more.
“There, pet. Is that better?”
Lyra moistened her suddenly dry lips, nodding as he moved away. “Much,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Thank you.”
“Good.” He paused with his hand on the door handle. “Then come through to the bedchamber when you are ready, pet. I will be waiting.”
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