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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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Even with Voldemort’s proclamation hanging over them and the fact she was undoubtedly a captive at the manor now, far away from her precious son, Lyra found herself relaxing into the life that had been forced upon her.
A week had now passed since she came to Malfoy Manor, and Voldemort proved true to his word. She saw no one but Lucius; in his brief absences from her side she remained safe in his rooms, no one coming to intrude upon the unwanted magic they wove there, for against her will she was coming to realise that were it not for the world outside, she could gladly stay with the dark wizard for the rest of her days.
Waking up in Lucius’s arms was a far greater and sweeter joy than she had ever expected or wanted it to be. She missed her son, and desperately so, but whenever Lucius held her, he somehow had the power to make her forget everything that wasn’t him, just as he had from the very start. It was all too easy to pretend to herself that even trying to escape was hopeless, but in the back of her mind she knew she wouldn’t be allowed to hide much longer. Soon Voldemort would demand an answer to the proposal he had put to her, and for all she knew, outside the manor events could already be drawing to a head. It was time she remembered who she was and why she had been fighting so hard and for so long.
It was the middle of the night, but Lyra couldn’t sleep, not yet. Content for now to stay in Lucius’s arms as their breathing slowed to normal and the deep flush of their skin began to fade away, she draped one leg over his bare hip and twisted to face him. “Lucius?” she said drowsily.
His dark eyes softened as he leaned in for yet another kiss before he answered her, his lips like black velvet against hers as they threatened to coax away all thought of seeking the answers she needed. “Again already, pet?” he said quietly.
“You know even better than I do that I can’t say no, not to you; but I want to ask you something first.” Willing herself not to become distracted by the path his hand was now snaking across her breasts and down towards her hips, she choked back a low moan of longing and instead propped herself up on one elbow. “It’s been playing on my mind since I came here, and now I want an answer.”
Lucius drew a shallow breath, but warily he nodded. “Very well, Lyra. Ask, and if it is in my power to answer you then I will do so.”
Lyra gazed down at him without speaking for a few moments longer, allowing herself for the first time to see the difference the past week had had upon him. Gone was the sallow, sunken-faced wizard that came to her rescue, a shadow of the suave and arrogant man she had come to know so well, but since her arrival he seemed to have returned to his former self. He had shaved and washed, and everything they shared in his bed seemed to have a hint of his normal demeanour coming back to him, but in the depths of his grey eyes there was still a shadow that spoke of a fall from grace she needed to hear about.
“What happened to you, Lucius?” she finally said.
He sighed. “I have been wondering when you would ask that, pet. Very well. I cannot pretend that I want to share with you all the details of my disgrace, but neither do I want to hide anything from you. It must be clear to you that I no longer hold the same position in my master’s esteem that I once took for granted; unfortunately, I made one mistake too many.”
The Ministry. The night when Sirius died and Lucius was arrested must have counted badly against him; and were it not for her, he would likely have escaped it unscathed. Swallowing hard, she moved closer to him again as if compelled. “And Voldemort punished you,” she said softly.
Lucius flinched. “Yes. My family and I are all but captives in our own home, Lyra. Even my wand was taken from me some months ago,” he said bitterly. “Until you came, I had given up hope of ever finding joy in anything again, convinced that all that stretched out before me was a ceaseless torture, never-ending punishment at the hands of the darkest wizard who has ever lived.”
His hand slowly moved around to rest against the nape of her neck, drawing her mouth towards his so he could claim it for another kiss. She shuddered, and he let loose the softest of groans as their lips barely touched before he drew back again.
“But then you came,” he said. “I always knew I needed you like no woman before, but even I could not comprehend that having you in my arms would be like this. Lyra, I...”
Lyra jerked back, suddenly terrified of the words she sensed he wanted to say; words she was far from ready to hear, not when in the back of her mind even being here with him felt like a betrayal of the husband she had sworn to love until the end of her days. Nearly two years had passed since Sirius died, but she knew that Lucius was the very last wizard he would have wanted her to move onto – yet there was no other man she could ever see herself with. Despite that, openly admitting to all that had developed in this room was a step she couldn’t take, not yet.
“Don’t,” she said quietly, tears filling her eyes as Lucius cupped her face in the palm of his hand and insistently pulled her down to lie in his arms again. “Lucius, please...”
But before he could answer her, there came the sounds of a commotion in the depths of the manor. He tensed, his hand still resting against her face as the muffled noises grew louder still, then with a muttered, infuriated curse pulled away and reached for her wand. “Perhaps I should go and see what the commotion is, pet,” he said, his frustration evident in his voice. “Stay here; I will not be long.”
“As if I can go anywhere else.”
Lyra hadn’t intended for Lucius to hear her quiet words, but the tautening of his pale face as he rapidly dressed himself told her that he had nonetheless. Watching him leave the room without a backward glance made her stomach clench painfully, and a minute or two passed before she belatedly realised that this time, she hadn’t heard the lock click shut when he left.
Her heart in her mouth, she pulled on one of the dresses he had transfigured for her then crossed the room to push on the door. It silently swung open beneath her touch, and she held her breath as she moved through the dimly-lit corridors and down towards where the chaotic crashes and screams were growing ever louder – and to her horror, she recognised the voices as she drew closer.
It was Harry and his friends.
Somehow they were here in Malfoy Manor, and they were in danger. Lyra could make out Bellatrix Lestrange’s shrill screams over Lucius’ furious remonstrations, and she knew all too well that the other witch would hold nothing back. Lyra had no choice but to throw herself into the midst and do everything she could to keep Harry and his friends safe – for Sirius’ sake if not their own.
Her heart racing wildly out of time, she hurtled barefoot through the manor, her mouth falling open in shock as she skidded to a halt in the doorway to see Bellatrix’s silver knife soaring through the air towards Harry, Ron and a house elf as they twisted into nothingness. Bellatrix was screaming every curse she could imagine to no avail, and the three Malfoys were slumped seemingly unconscious on the stone floor – with Lyra’s wand having rolled a few feet away from Lucius’s slackened grasp.
This was it.
Lyra knew now that she had to make a choice; Lucius or Leo.
If she stayed here, she would have to relinquish her son. If she left here, she would likely never see Lucius again, and the consequences of this latest failure for him were too terrifying to think of. Yet she knew that staying here as his and Voldemort’s captive would be no life – and above all else, she owed it to both Leo and Sirius to make sure her son survived the war unscathed. She loved Leo, with all her heart, and there could be no room for anything else.
For reasons Lyra could not comprehend tears spilled freely from her eyes as she bent down to retrieve her wand and Apparate away from Malfoy Manor before Bellatrix could notice her. Lucius stirred, groaning under his breath as she stared at him through her tears, and she found herself powerless to choke back a desperate sob as she turned on the spot to surrender herself into the dizzying oblivion of Apparation.
Nothing happened. Her tears only intensified as she realised that she couldn’t have the easy escape the house elf had won for her fellow captives, for consciously walking away from Lucius would be far harder than simply Apparating out of the manor. However, that was precisely what she had to do.
Praying with all she was that she wouldn’t encounter any other Death Eaters, she stole one last glance at Lucius then fled, finally Apparating away the moment she was outside the manor’s boundaries.
She couldn’t go home to Leo, not yet; not whilst her body still grieved the fact she had left Lucius so intensely it felt like she was about to fall to pieces, and not when she needed to know if Harry had escaped unscathed. Instead she made her way to the Order’s newest safe house, Shell Cottage, prepared to raise the alarm before taking care of herself.
Lyra stumbled up the gentle incline as the sea breeze blew through her hair, taking the razor edge off the fever that still thrummed through her veins. She hated Lucius for consuming her this entirely, but already she yearned to be back in his arms. That couldn’t be. Fighting with all her might to force aside all thoughts of him, she stopped just outside the cottage and peered anxiously through the window, her heart soaring with relief when she saw what she sought. Harry and his friends were already there, being taken care of by Bill and Fleur.
They were safe – and for now, so was she.
It was time to forget Lucius and go back to her son.
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