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Night Flight	By : Massanie Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 77567 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 30
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CHAPTER 6: Debates

CHAPTER NOTES:

I was asked if Snape could be alive in this story and since I was also provided with a reasonable explanation and since I like Snape in that weird way that no one would be able to explain rationally, I've decided that I want him to live, too.

I hope it won't bother anyone…
Anyway: A huge, heartfelt THANK YOU to all who reviewed!

It was the night after his son's engagement party, the night after The Submissive had appeared out of nowhere and fledged - Lucius really couldn't bring himself to speak of the Potter brat by his name and simultaneously think of him as the future bearer of his grandchildren yet; that was .. it was just … gross.

However that be, that very night found the Malfoy patriarch in the manor's library, deeply buried in scrolls, mouldy tomes and small diaries written in neat, elegant handwriting that had been accumulated by his family over the decades, the centuries; or had been written by his ancestors themselves.
One by one he pulled the yellowed documents from their respective places in the tall, dark bookshelves and spread them out on one of the brightly illuminated tables to brood over his lecture, trying to find out as much as he could about Vykélari mating habits and submissives in general.

The yield however, was scarce at best and each document was quickly discarded and brought back to its rightful place by a House Elf again.
It seemed that after the Potter line had been declared extinct three generations - almost seventy years - ago, the documentation on that topic had been flagitiously neglected. Now they paid the price.
All Lucius had found out was that a submissive would quickly grow fascinated with powerful, extravagant and complicated magic. One of his ancestors had actually written in his diary that he had wooed his just fledged husband with a 'dance of magic, a stream of passion, aggression, desire and devotion; the promise of wondrous and mysterious things; a delicate balance between obeying the symbolism and laws of magic and daring to go beyond them' - whatever that meant. Reading those lines, Lucius had to wonder if the presence of a submissive was somehow affecting a Vykélari's sense of reality. Surely no ancestor of his would have used such language if he was in his right mind…
Lucius leaned back in his arm chair, rubbing over his aching temples, feeling worn out and frustrated. The whole matter was, frankly, utterly maddening: he wante¬¬d that submissive bound to the Malfoy name, he couldn't express in words just how much he wanted that and none of his ancestors had deemed it necessary to write their experiences with submissives down! And damn it, it was too delicate a matter for risky experiments…
He didn't turn around when he heard the rhythmic clicks of heels on the wooden panels of the library, nor did he acknowledge the presence of his wife until she stood directly behind him and laid her hands onto his shoulders, stroking out and kneading his hard, tightly wound muscles. Only his pride kept him from moaning right then and there as he relaxed beneath her skilled touch.

Then Narcissa bowed down, her lips almost touching his ears.

"Amalyne is right, you know, Lucius," she breathed against his ear softly. "Blaise and Draco are Slytherins: too ambitious to ignore the power right in front of them. It will seduce them and make them want to possess and control it. And they will take it in due time. But your son is your son, Lucius:" ever so gently Narcissa took her husband's chin between her fingers and turned his head around to capture the intense grey of his eyes. A smile played around her lips as if indecisive about coming forward or not.

"Strong-willed and stubborn just as much as Blaise is. They will not want your intervention, nor will they allow or accept it."
With that Narcissa leaned forward and kissed the pale lips harshly, hungrily, her fingers moving from Lucius' jaw to cup his cheek before she forced him away again. "Power, Lucius, is what makes all Malfoys weak-kneed."
But she allowed him to stroke over her slightly swollen lips with his thumb and bit it teasingly, never looking away from his sparkling gaze. "I love you, Cissy."
"I know." She whispered back, cocking one elegantly curved eyebrow teasingly as she straightened herself and turned to leave. Lucius watched her measured, graceful steps, the sway of her slender hips. Gods, how he loved her…
But she halted at the door and threw him a look over her shoulder, her eyes blazing as she saw him observing her.

"By the way, dear: Severus is waiting downstairs and you know how he gets when he's away from his toys for too long, so I suggest you join him before he decides to poison your liquor or curse your arm chair again."

She paused for a moment, her lips curled in amusement as she remembered the one or the other incident when such a thing had happened. "Mordred, Lucius, I never understood your friendship!"

Severus Snape halted for a moment as he strode into the parlour that he always favoured when coming to the Manor. It was smaller than most, plainer and therefore more to his liking.

But it was not the unpretentious room's interior that startled him, but a life-sized portrait leaning against the cold fireplace in front of a set of throne like arm chairs with tall, stiff backrests that he knew from experience were more comfortable than they looked.
Recovering his poise almost immediately, Severus bowed lowly, a moment longer than politeness would have demanded of him, but really, he needed the additional moment to mask the amused smirk threatening to spread over his face. Was this Narcissa's way of telling him not to prank his husband anymore?
The portrait to which he had bowed - it was the only one he would ever show that much respect to, including the picture of Dumbledore in Hogwarts - chuckled lowly.

"Well, well, well." The man in it drawled. "If it isn't the young Prince."

He was a tall, lean man with snow white hair and piercing ice blue eyes, bluer than Lucius' or Draco's grey ones but nonetheless he showed obvious similarities with the current Malfoy patriarch and heir: the paleness of his long hair and skin, his poise, the arrogance that became apparent in his eyes and the lines around his thin lips.

Though Severus had to admit that Draco had learned valuable lessons in that regard during the war.
And yet, this Malfoy was special to him, because under the tutelage of Cygnus Malfoy's painting, Severus had learned more about the finer arts of potions than any book or professor had ever managed to teach him.

Lucius had always persuaded his father Abraxas to let Severus brew his potions in one of the Manor's dungeons and take the picture of Cygnus with him. He didn't know what his friend had told the old Malfoy; probably that it would be highly beneficial to have a potions master close to the family and devoted to them. Severus really didn't care.
"You didn't show yourself for quite some time, boy." The white haired man eyed him intently and only due to his longstanding acquaintance with Cygnus' painting did Severus recognize the faint concern resonating in the strong, haughty voice. He inclined his head slightly in concession.

"I would ask for your forgiveness, if I thought you would give it."
"I wouldn't expect such good manners from a Half-Blood anyway." The comment didn't hold any sting, not from him, not anymore. He had fought hard for Cygnus Malfoy's respect and he knew he had it.

"Tell me, Prince, how are your studies?"
"Unfortunately I haven't had much time, lately. Surely even your painted self couldn't have ignored that there was a war? I lost count of the numbers of trials I had to attend as a witness during the past month!"
"Petty excuses do not suit you, Severus. I thought you wanted to try out your idea on that spying potion?"
"Your idea on that spying potion, Sir." Severus granted with a small hand-wave. "And I did. I dare say it is a rather beautiful thing, and very helpful in keeping your descendants out of trouble."
He had used the dark, clear liquid that shone coldly as if suffused by moonlight on every one of the three Ministry officials working on 'the Malfoy case'. It had been very difficult since the potion needed to be applied to the target's eye but after getting one of the Malfoy House-Elves to learn how to levitate single drops of the liquid it had been easy. Since the drops were dark, the poor victims had merely thought an insect had flown into their eyes or something similar. While muttering curses and rubbing their eyes they were blissfully unaware of the fact that somewhere in the Malfoy Manor a shallow silver bowl with the same liquid would start to glow and swirl and from then on act as a pensieve of some sort, only that it showed what currently happened instead of memories.

Currently, three friends of the family that were very highly paid and therefore very good friends were watching those three officials during their waking hours. That way Lucius, Draco and Narcissa had always know just what line of action would benefit them the most, had known when their house would be searched for dark artefacts and how to avoid suspicion.
That, together with a milder version of a love potion - which made the three Aurors along with their three watchdogs sympathize with the Malfoy family and ignore most of the evidence during their investigations - would make sure that Lucius Malfoy would never see the inside of a prison cell again and had played an important role in the acquittal of Draco and Narcissa.
Well, maybe the amount of Galleons changing hands right before the trials had something to do with that, too.
"It is a sad day when a Malfoy has need of a Half-Blood to safe him." Cygnus smirked as one of Severus' eyebrows rose dangerously. "But if my lineage has succumbed to that level of uselessness, I can think of no one I'd rather have at their side."
Severus bowed his head in thanks, accepting the compliment for what it was. Really, he did like that portrait.
At that moment Lucius entered the smaller parlour. "Severus! Are you already reacquainting yourself with Cygnus? I swear I always wondered when he would persuade my father to blood-adopt you."
"You know he would never have done that." Severus said dismissively. And indeed it would have been frowned upon by many a dark pureblood family and might have done much damage to the Malfoy name if Abraxas had adopted him; something no Malfoy would risk willingly.
"Anyway," Severus continued as his friend finally came to stand in front of him and he clasped his hand in greeting "where is my godson?"
"Actually, he's not here." Lucius suppressed a smirk. Severus would not like this…

"You were not at the engagement party." He said conversationally as he sat down in one of the heavily upholstered arm chairs, intent on drawing out his fun as much as possible.
"Of course I wasn't. I told Draco I wouldn't be there. If I had been, I'm sure the evening would have ended with some corpses, and not mine!" He hated such gatherings where everyone present would sneer at him as if he were some stray that Lucius had graciously decided to take home and shelter. The last time he had nearly hexed Druella Rosier, Narcissa's mother, into oblivion.
"I know, and Draco understands. But really, it is a pity you weren't there, this time."
Severus cocked an eyebrow as he observed his friend and took a seat himself. What could have happened to make Lucius that excited? And the man was; probably only someone who knew him closely would be able to see it, but the Malfoy patriarch literally burst with the thrill over these news, whatever they were. He stole a quick glance at Cygnus but the portrait only shook his head and smirked back.
"Lucius, put your poor guest out of his misery; you know potion masters use all the patience they have on their potions, leaving nothing for ill-mannered brats."
Affronted, Lucius looked at the painting of his ancestor. "I knew I should have burned you years ago."
Cygnus chuckled lowly, not in the least bit troubled. "You would have, had you been able to remove the protective potions that were mixed into the paints of my painting." He drawled.
"You tried to do what!?" Severus exclaimed, incensed that his friend had tried to get rid of something he treasured that much. "Don't you dare do anything to that painting, Lucius! I warn you!"
The blonde rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I tried to give him to you, but somehow the portrait can't be removed from the House and whenever I have the House Elves put it away in a storeroom, he just visits the other portraits in the gallery. I didn't know what to do with him!"
"You can't put a Malfoy aside like that, boy! As a Malfoy you should know that!" Cygnus snarled.
"Anyway!" Severus called out, drawing the attention to himself again. "I'll visit more often, Sir, and if Lucius is not averse to the idea, we could brew together in the dungeons again…"
"I'm fine with that" Lucius drawled "It should keep the nuisance occupied…"
"Show more respect to your elders, you…"
"PLEASE! Will the two of you stop that and just tell me what happened?" Severus cried out, his furious gaze flickering from one Malfoy to the other.
"Ah, yes…" Cygnus started before Lucius could, causing the actually physically present man to curl his lips in indignation. "The Potter line brought forth the first Vykélari in over two centuries."
"Really? Harry Potter?" Severus drawled, his eyes narrowing dangerously but he was actually a little bit disappointed. That was Lucius' grand surprise? "Just one reason more for the boy to mistake himself for someone special. And why by Morgaine did you think this would interest me?"
"Oh, nothing" Lucius waved his hand dismissively in a poor imitation of nonchalance. "He is just the first submissive in over two centuries and currently residing in Italy with Blaise and Draco as his guides during such a difficult and trying experience." He rolled around the words in his mouth with obvious relish as if they were some rare delicacy.
Severus obviously didn't think so as he gaped at his friend, aghast. "What? Lucius, are you mad?" Blaise, Draco and Potter alone in Italy? The three young men would probably kill each other! Then he stumbled in his thoughts. Submissive?
Unperturbed by his startled expression, the portrait continued. "Oh, hush, Prince! The young one will be quite an addition to our noble house. He'll…"
Quickly, Severus leaped up, furious anger written all over his face. "You want them to bond? Now I know you are insane! He is a reckless, stubborn, utterly dim-witted rule breaker whose fame got to his head! Damn it, Lucius, all of his achievements originated in sheer luck and the willingness of others to sacrifice themselves for him! I don't want that sacrifice to be Draco one day!"
"Severus, Draco will be the one to control him! As the dominants, Draco and Blaise will keep him under their thumb." Lucius muttered reassuringly, trying to assuage his friend's rage.
"He cannot be controlled!" The black haired man growled, starting to pace the room.

"Dumbledore tried to control him and failed, the ministry tried to control him and they failed spectacularly!"
Then, quite suddenly Severus spun around, his robes billowing behind him. "What did Blaise and Draco say to this? Did they agree?"
Cautiously, Lucius observed his friend. Of course he had known that Severus wouldn't react well to the news but he hadn't thought it would be quite this bad.
"Why do you hate the boy so, Severus?" he wondered uncomprehendingly. "Isn't it a bit hypocritical seeing as you fought for his side, abandoned our cause, our family?"

And really, he hadn't quite forgiven him for that, though he was inclined to condone it most of the time, seeing how Severus had helped his son during the war and how he had assisted their whole family immediately and without hesitation during the difficult time of the trials.
Severus only huffed in indignation. "Isn't it hypocritical to berate me for betraying the Dark Lord when you were the only Malfoy loyal to him in the end? And not even you fought during that last battle."
Silence hit the room, so oppressive that not even Cygnus in his portrait dared to take an inanimate breath. Then one corner of Severus' mouth twitched treacherously and Lucius started to grin a moment later and shook his head.

"You're right, old friend." He chuckled dryly.
"I don't hate him per se." Severus murmured tiredly, rubbing over his face with one hand as he once again took his seat "I hate how inconsiderate he tends to be, I abhor how ignorant he is and how much like his father. I hate that everyone worships him just because Lily gave her life for him. He did nothing, Lucius. It was her! Dumbledore hinted at it, though of course he never directly said it: She was the one to vanquish the Dark Lord; it was her sacrifice that did it, no action of Potter's. But for what? For a small brat of that git…" Severus shook his head a little bit in disgust.

"In his first year he supposedly defeated him once again, but it was her protection that did the deed. In his second year he would have died if not for Dumbledore's phoenix saving his sorry ass. In his fourth year it was once again only luck that saved him, the fortunate circumstance that his and the Dark Lord's wand were brothers in a way and he owes his escape to the spectres of Lily and the others the dark lord had killed. In his fifth year he got his godfather killed and endangered his friends and many members of that ridiculous Order of the Phoenix because of his stupidity and rashness. And later he almost killed Draco, for Merlin's sake!"
Weakly, Severus waved his hand in an indefinite gesture. "The list goes on and on." He whispered. "And I don't want Draco or Blaise to be drawn into that maelstrom of destruction that is Potter's life."
"All very good reasons. But why follow him then?" Cygnus asked from the frame, his face carefully blank as he observed his beloved student. Severus only stared ahead.
"I didn't follow him. I never did. I tried to keep him alive, because he was Lilly's; but that is all I owed her. I only switched sides to begin with because I was trying to keep her safe and once I had done that, I couldn't go back, I was already a traitor to the Dark Lord's cause."

Severus looked up, determinedly countering Lucius hard stare. "I followed Dumbledore, because he was the only one who could protect me from both Voldemort and the ministry."
Lucius nodded. He would have liked to say that he would have kept his friend safe. But really, he didn't know if he would have been able to. Once he had fallen from grace he hadn't even been able to protect his own son from the Dark Lord's wrath. Severus had been the one to do that.
"But what you have to understand, Severus, is that a Submissive is a source of power that may not ever fall into the hands of another family. Not if there is only this one. No, hear me out!" Lucius bid, lifting one of his hands to silence the potions master.

"During his transformation his magical core expanded. It is like a solid sphere, Severus, and now the content has been used to form the surface of a larger sphere, a hollow one, leaving him with practically no magic to use for now. Once he has had enough time to rest and fill it up again, though, he will be an incredibly powerful wizard! And once he has mated, some of this power will be used to form and feed a unique bond to his mates that will allow them to access and use that magic, shifting it from one to the other at will. Power-wise they will be stronger than even the Dark Lord and Grindlewald together, Severus! That is why dark and light lords both have always tried to kill off mated submissives, using whatever they could think of: poison, traps, anything. Even Vykélari dominants tended to murder submissives who were either unwilling to mate or already mated. That is why they became extinct, Severus, for ten long generations!"
Thoughtfully Severus stared at the blond man. "You just don't want him mated to someone outside your family and have to deal with a new, powerful enemy."
Lucius nodded gravely, his eyes blazing as he answered "I'd rather see him dead."
"And then don't forget the prestige and influence the Malfoys would gain" Cygnus spoke up, looking enthralled by the possibilities and a little bit wistful at not being alive to actually witness everything. "Mordred, Prince, with the help of the young submissive and his betrothed and some good advisors at his side…" at that point he winked at Lucius and Severus "… our Draco could literally overrun the ministry!"
Severus shook his head. "And this is where you underestimate Potter. He won't allow himself to be used thusly. Damn Gryffindor attitude."
"We'll see, Severus, we'll see. For now we have to help Draco and Blaise woo The Submissive, but I really can't find any useful information on the subject in the whole library…"
"Lucius" Cygnus drawled "You are a bitter disappointment. You have a gallery of portraits of your ancestors. One Vykélari after the other. And you are trying to find their diaries instead of asking them?"
At least Lucius had the decency to blush.

Hermione would never have thought that she'd ever have to return to the very place that she had been tortured in by Bellatrix Lestrange but now she stood here in front of the dark building, even willingly, waiting for someone to come and allow them entrance. It would probably be a House Elf. But she couldn't bring herself to care right now.
"I hate this house." She whispered to no one in particular and felt Ron take her hand, squeezing it reassuringly for a moment.
"You don't have to do this, 'Mione." Ron said quietly. "No one expects you to."
"I know." Hermione smiled weakly at the redhead. "But it's Harry."

And really, that would have been reason enough; that no one else seemed to be willing to help them, was just another.
When they had rushed to the spell damage floor in St. Mungo's after Harry had fallen unconscious, the healers had taken Harry's still form and carried him away and they hadn't been allowed to follow. Quite upset and angry, Hermione bit her lips as she remembered the healer who had only stayed long enough to recite a speech that sounded suspiciously memorized about how they would find out what had happened to Harry and help him, before rushing off.

From then on they hadn't been told anything at all but the healers and mediwizards who rushed past them seemed to get more and more agitated with the hour. Hermione had been so busy trying to console Ginny that she hadn't noticed the grave expressions they wore, but in retrospect, she should have noticed that it hadn't been looking too good for her friend.
When Malfoy and Zabini had arrived, all of them had been too tired, too frustrated to ask many questions, but their presence, too, should have been suspicious: after all they hadn't looked at all as if they were in need of the healers on the spell damage floor and they had been welcomed as if consulted by the healers themselves.
And then the very same healer who was responsible for Harry had lead them away into the very same direction they had taken their friend.

In hindsight it was so obvious! They should have known something weird was going on, should have protested more fiercely when they were sent home, threatened with the hospital's security shouldn't they comply.
Of course they had returned early in the morning the next day but only after hours of nagging had one of the mediwizards taken pity on them and had told them that Harry James Potter was no longer within the wards of St. Mungo's.
It had been a second full of nothingness: no sound, no feeling, nothing. Hermione would even have sworn that her heart hadn't beaten either.
Then it had gone downhill from there: The Weasley men had gone berserk, Ginny and Molly had wept and ranted and Hermione had remembered.

Remembered Malfoy.
It had taken some time until Fred, George and Ron had stopped harassing the hospital staff for information and she had managed to get them to the Auror office.
But the Auror's hadn't helped them either: the head of the Auror department himself, a bulky man with the name Henderson, had told them that they had already been contacted by the Hospital and by the one who was currently caring for Harry Potter. With many words he assured them that the Chosen One was well and safe but he made it clear that his location was to remain secret.

Nothing they did or threatened him with had changed his mind on that decision and in the end they had had no choice but to leave and apparate to Malfoy Manor in the vague hope of finding Harry there.
It had seemed to be a good idea at the time they had apparated, too.
Now, though, Hermione was not so sure.
Apprehensively she gazed over to her companions who looked as stubborn and determined as ever. Molly kept clenching and unclenching her fists repeatedly and the twins gripped their wands so tightly that their knuckles were white. Ginny's eyes still glistened with tears, but she seemed angry now, determined to bring down whatever had taken her ex- and future-boyfriend away from her.

Ron was still watching her with silent concern, rubbing her hand soothingly and Arthur … Arthur looked like a rock, tall and calm and unmoveable as he gazed steadily at each of them.
"Hold yourselves back!" He said. "We have actually no right to be here since the Auror department told us in no unclear terms to back off. And please, let me do the talking."
They all nodded, only nodded. Hermione didn't think the others really felt like talking, God knew, she didn't. But she followed Arthur stubbornly as he made the rest of the way over to the Manor on that path of stones that were mocking them with their innocent whiteness. Together they climbed the steps to the front door and Arthur took hold of the doorknocker, pounding it thrice against the metal plate on the door.
For long moments nothing happened but then the large door slid open, revealing a small House Elf with huge, glowing eyes that seemed to bulge from their sockets. She wore a white, clean pillowcase that looked to be of a much finer cloth than House Elves usually wore and a curtain cord that was bound around her waist gave the thing actually something like a decent shape.

"Yes?" She cheeped after looking them over in a disparaging way that she must have copied from her mistress.
"We would like to speak to your master." Arthur said only a little bit tensely.
"Master Malfoy is telling Valett he is not seeing guests tonight. Valett is sorry. You be leaving a message for Master Malfoy and Valett will be sure to deliver it." That was unacceptable! Ginny stepped forward, intending to give the Elf a piece of her mind and force it to get her master if necessary, but she was interrupted by a soft female voice that came from behind the Elf.

"It is fine, Valett."

The woman drawled and the door opened a little bit more to reveal the tall, proud figure of Narcissa Malfoy, wearing an elegant long dress of dark, almost black silk.

"I was expecting these guests." She smirked as she looked at them from between hooded lashes.
"Then you know why we came." Molly hissed, furious beyond reason that this woman could stand there so carefree and serene and admit so freely to having kidnapped their Harry, because really, why else would she expect them?
"Of course I do. I presume you went to the Aurors?"
"Where is Harry?" Arthur asked directly but calmly, staring at her challengingly.
"He is safe, Mr. Weasley, as Mr. Henderson undoubtedly told you. But for his safety it is also imperative that no one learns of his current location." Narcissa smiled sweetly at them, but so obviously feigned, it was sickening.
"We are Harry's family!" One of the twins seethed "We would never do anything to endanger him! Stop playing around and tell us where he is!"
"Fred!" Arthur hissed, grabbing his son's shoulder tightly to restrain him. God, everything depended on the goodwill of the woman in front of them. They could do nothing to help if she didn't tell them where Harry was.

"Mrs Malfoy," he said imploringly "please tell us where he is! The last thing he said right before collapsing was 'something is sucking up my magic'! We only need to know what happened and that he is fine. Where is he?"
The muscles in Narcissa's jaw tightened, but she didn't budge "I can't…"
"If you won't tell us, Mrs Malfoy," Hermione spoke up, her voice dangerously pleasant "I'm sure that we can find a reporter who would be more than delighted to write about the curious circumstances under which the Saviour of the Wizarding World disappeared."
Narcissa huffed, but then she smirked a little bit and cocked her head. "Well then, I might as well explain. Valett, wine in the arbour."

And with that she stepped forward, gathering her dress. "It is such a beautiful night, let us speak in the garden." But from the way she pulled the front door to the Manor close behind her, it was obvious that she merely didn't wish Blood Traitors to pollute her home.
Only half an hour later the Weasley family left, shocked to the core: Harry was a Vykélari, a submissive Vykélari.

Of course the red-heads did know about them, had heard of them and Arthur at least knew the laws: a dominant was allowed to abduct a submissive he intended to mate and the location was allowed to be hidden from anyone, even the authorities, because Vykélari were so rare and usually a fight for the favour of a submissive was a fight to the death. Not to mention that the submissive himself would be in danger of being killed by rejected suitors.
That Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini had kidnapped Harry could only mean that they intended to mate him. And there was nothing either Hermione or one of the Weasleys could do about it.

CHAPTER END NOTES:

I hope you liked the chapter, even if Harry, Blaise or Draco didn't make an appearance. I really tried to keep it interesting for you nonetheless.
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