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A deep-sworn vow
by Maeglin Yedi

Pairing: Lucius/Dumbledore
Rating: R
Warning: Slash (male-male relationships), non-con, rape.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately Lucius does not belong to me. Neither does Dumbledore, but I don’t care much for him. I really want Lucius all for myself though, but alas, he and all the other characters from Harry Potter belong to the great J.K. Rowling.
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Summary: At the end of his seventh year at Hogwarts, Lucius is forced to make a vow.

A/N: blame this on my muse and her persistence that yes, I can write Dumbledore Slash. Well, I guess she’s right. You may shoot me now, for I can sink no lower after this. ;-)

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A deep-sworn vow

Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.

- W.B. Yeats -

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A pair of light-grey eyes stared back at him when Lucius looked in the mirror. He smiled at his own reflection, and grabbed a hairbrush to make sure his long blond hair looked as good as it always did. This would be his last night at Hogwarts, and tomorrow he would be free to live his life the way he wanted to. His father had agreed that he could go to Dickensdale, the famous Wizarding College, to study Wizarding management and finances, and his dear girlfriend Narcissa had accepted his proposal to get married as soon as he finished his education and found a job worthy of the Malfoy name.

Lucius tied his long hair back with a thin leather strap, and smiled at his reflection again. Things could not be better.

"Mr. Malfoy, Sir. Professor Dumbledore whishes to see you right away."

Startled by the sudden squeaky voice behind him, Lucius spun around on his feet, and stared down at a nervous looking house elf. He furrowed his brow and wondered what Dumbledore wanted from him, since he’d officially finished his education at Hogwarts earlier that day during a brief ceremony in the Great Hall. The house elf looked up at him, and seemed to shrug. Lucius decided he’d best just go see for himself what Dumbledore wanted, and he gave the house elf a quick nod. The small creature disappeared with a soft pop, and Lucius let out a sigh. He really didn’t want to go see the Headmaster. He wanted to go meet his girlfriend for a nice farewell shag to Hogwarts. But for some reason Dumbledore did want to see him. Lucius straightened his green and silver striped tie, and made his way out of the Slytherin seventh year bathroom.

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"Mr. Malfoy, do come in."

Lucius lowered his fist, which had been ready to knock on the Headmaster’s door. But as always, Dumbledore seemed to know everything that went on in Hogwarts, and he’d invited Lucius in before the young Slytherin even had the chance to knock.

He opened the door, and saw Dumbledore standing in the middle of his large, round office, softly whispering to that hideous bird of his. The Headmaster was dressed in bright yellow robes with brown markings on them. Lucius resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Didn’t anyone ever tell that old man that he looked like an over-ripe banana in that dreadful piece of clothing?

"You wanted to see me, Sir?" Lucius straightened himself up to his full length, his chin tilted up and his hands folded behind his back.

Dumbledore turned around, and looked at him over his half moon spectacles. "Indeed, Mr. Malfoy. I want to discuss something with you before you leave Hogwarts permanently."

Lucius gave the Headmaster a curt not, and inwardly sighed. If this was going to be another of those ‘join my side for the sake of the free Wizarding world’ kind of speeches, Lucius didn’t know if he’d be able to control his temper. They’d had that conversation before and Lucius had made it perfectly clear that he was not interested in joining Dumbledore’s side. He wasn’t interested in joining anyone’s side. He just wanted to live his life, and become a man who deserved to have the Malfoy name.

"As you know, Lucius, the Wizarding world stands on the brink of war." Dumbledore paced in front of the young Slytherin. "It is necessary to form a strong alliance to..."

"Forgive me for interrupting you, Sir, but as I recall we have had this conversation before, and I declined you offer then. I still stand by my decision." Lucius pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes.

Dumbledore looked up at him, and gave him a bright smile. "Yes, you’re correct. I remember your decision but I was hoping that perhaps I could influence it before you left us for good."

"I’m afraid that I still stand by my decision and have no intention to change it. Not now and not ever. Sir." Lucius kept his eyes on the Headmaster and tried to prevent his lips to curl up into a sneer.

"Well, you can’t blame an old man for trying, now can you?" Dumbledore walked up to his desk, and grabbed a roll of parchment.

Lucius couldn’t blame the man for trying, no. What he had more difficulty with at that moment was not blaming that damned old wizard for living. The Headmaster walked up to Lucius, and showed him the piece of parchment he was holding. "This is the letter of recommendation you asked me to write and send to Dickensdale."

Lucius glared at the piece of parchment, and looked up at Dumbledore again. He kept his eyes narrowed and his face expressionless, although he was feeling slightly worried. What did Dumbledore mean to accomplish by showing him that letter?

"You have always been a most valued student, Lucius, and I have mentioned that in my letter of recommendation." Dumbledore smiled at Lucius again, his eyes clear and twinkling, as usual. "I guess it would be most unfortunate if I were to mention other, more inappropriate things as well." The Headmaster’s smile turned into a smirk, something Lucius had never seen before on the old Wizard’s face.

His eyes widened briefly as the slight feeling of worry turned into a full-scale feeling of panic. Lucius quickly narrowed his eyes again, and clenched his jaw. "And what other things whould that be, Headmaster?" he asked through gritted teeth, trying to keep his tone even and his voice from trembling.

"Oh, just some small facts. Such as your father mingling in the darker circles of the Wizarding World," Dumbledore said casually.

Lucius snorted. "My father is a respected business man, Sir."

"Or that you have a fondness for the darker sides of magic," Dumbledore continued, ignoring Lucius’ response in defense of his father. The Headmaster started moving again, and circled around Lucius slowly.

"You have no evidence that I have ever practiced dark magic, Sir." Lucius felt his heartbeat speed up, and he wanted nothing more than to whip out his wand, and curse that damned old man. But he knew that if he did, it would become public knowledge and he would never be accepted into Dickensdale. So he decided to play the Headmaster’s game. For now.

"Who needs evidence when they have the word of the respected Headmaster of Hogwarts, my boy." Dumbledore’s voice was soft, even a little teasing, as the Headmaster stood behind him.

"So you want me to join your side in exchange for this letter of recommendation, Sir? I can assure you that I don’t need that letter to-"

Lucius’ hands, which he still held folded behind his back, were suddenly enveloped by thin cords that wrapped themselves around his wrists.

"-what....Sir, what is the meaning of this? Release me at once!"

He could feel Dumbledore’s warm breath on his neck as the Headmaster chuckled behind him. "Oh, my dear Lucius. I want my participants to be willing, well, in a war at least. No, right now I’m just going to take what I have wanted for a long time. Pity it has to be this way, my boy. I would have much rather seen you join me, fight at my side, and eventually give to me willingly what I want."

When he spun around on his feet to face the Headmaster, Lucius stared directly at the tip of Dumbledore’s wand. Control over his emotions long forgotten, Lucius’ eyes widened, and he shifted his gaze to Dumbledore’s eyes. They were glazed, the twinkle gone and replaced by a predatory glint.

"If you let me take what I want, I will send the letter and make sure you get into Dickensdale. If you refuse, I will make your life very uncomfortable indeed."

Lucius hardly recognized the Headmaster’s voice. His usual friendly tone was no longer there, and instead his voice sounded raspy and harsh. He gasped involuntarily, knowing full well that he was facing one of the most powerful Wizards in the world, though he would never admit to thinking that of the man who was staring at him with a greedy look on his face and an amused smile around his lips.

"What do you want?" Formalities forgotten, Lucius just wanted to know what the hell was going on.

Dumbledore’s smile turned into a smirk again. "I want you to walk to my desk and bend over."

"Never!" Lucius would rather die than submit to anyone. He was a Malfoy, he was a Slytherin and he would not let some old Gryffindor take what he did not intend to give to anyone, ever.

Dumbledore ignored his sudden outburst, and just whispered something Lucius could hardly understand, despite the fact that the Headmaster was only standing inches away from him.

"Imperio."

There was a new presence in his mind all of a sudden, and Lucius wanted to give into the soothing words in his head. Somewhere a small voice, the last reminiscent of himself, told him that he was under the Imperius Curse, that the Headmaster had used an Unforgivable on him, and that he should fight. Yes, he should fight, but the voice in his mind sounded so convincing that he wanted to walk to that desk and let that man take what he wanted and just give into that voice and...No! Never!...walk, all he had to do was walk, and his feet moved, and it felt right because the voice told him it was right and...No! Stop!...all he had to do was bend over that desk and his body obeyed that voice, was it his own voice, no, it wasn’t his own voice, it was *that* voice that told him it was okay for him to bend over and...No! Stop this now!...he bent down and his upper body fell to the hard surface of the desk with a loud thud, and this was okay, because the voice told him it was okay and...No! Fight!...let the man take what he wanted because the man told him so and he didn’t struggle when cold hands pushed up his robes and pulled down his pants because the voice told him not to struggle and...No! Struggle!...those hands ran across the naked skin of his back and his arse and the voice told him to be silent, not make a sound, be still as a mouse and....No! Scream!...there was something pushing against him, against his arse and is was right because the voice told him it was right and he was quiet because the voice told him to be quiet and he didn’t struggle because the voice told him not to struggle and...No! Never!...there was pain, there was so much pain, and his breath got stuck in his throat and he couldn’t breathe and the voice told him to breathe and he sucked in air because the voice told him to and...No! Stop!...it was moving inside of him and there was pain, so much pain, and there was blood, he could feel blood dripping down his thighs and he stayed quiet and didn’t struggle and he wanted to scream and he wanted to push the other man off but he didn’t because the voice told him that he couldn’t and....No! Please, No!...pain, so much pain, and blood, so much blood...No! Please, stop!...it was okay, it was right, he didn’t scream, he didn’t struggle and...Please, stop!...he took breaths as the voice told him to, and *it* moved in and out of him, and it was hard, it moved hard and it hurt...I beg you, stop!...and it was right, because the voice told him that it was right and he was quiet and still and he took his breaths and...and...and...and...

And the voice was gone. Lucius slumped down the desk, and fell to the floor, his breathing ragged. His mind felt strangely empty and his senses were disorientated. It took him a few moments before he realized what had just happened. Oh dear Salazar, he had just been...the Headmaster had just...he had been...

A swirl of yellow robes caught his eyes, and he shifted his head so he could see where it was going.

"Well done, my dear boy. You are dismissed."

It was gone. Dumbledore was gone, and Lucius lay still on the floor, afraid to move, afraid to feel more of the pain that was already raging through him, and afraid to look at his own body and be confronted with what just happened.

His body lay still, his eyes fixed on the ceiling above him while thoughts swirled through his mind. There was nothing he could do about this. If he reported this, no one would believe him. The friendly old Headmaster raping one if his students. No one would believe him. He had no case against that dirty old bastard.

When his eyes started to fill with tears of pain and frustration, he moved his body, and sat up slightly, surprised to find the rope gone from his wrists. Malfoys didn’t cry. Malfoys never cried. Malfoys got revenge when unjust things were done to them.

Staring down at his blood covered thighs, he winced when he tried to sit up completely. There was so much blood, his blood. Damn Slytherin, he had been raped! His stomach clenched and seemed to turn over, and Lucius threw his dinner up all over the rug in front of Dumbledore’s desk. When there was nothing left in his stomach he dry-heaved a few times, and tried to swallow the acidic taste away. But it was futile. There he was, half sitting, surrounded by his blood and his vomit. Dumbledore had gotten what he wanted...

Never!

Malfoys always got revenge. Always.

All he needed now was power. All he needed now was an opportunity. All he needed now was the man who could give him those things. The man who had approached him a few months ago, and who had made him a very generous offer. He had refused at that time, but times had changed.

Lucius reached inside his robes, and pulled out his golden necklace with the Malfoy crest dangling from it. Two snakes slithering around the letter M. He wrapped his hand around the golden crest, and bent his head down so his lips touched his trembling fingers.

"I vow that I will get revenge for this. I vow that one day, I will get that bastard for what he did to me." His voice felt warm against his fist, and he swallowed deeply.

His life was no longer his to live. His life would now be spent getting revenge. He was a Malfoy after all, and Malfoys always got revenge.

He got up, the pain no longer there. A determined mind set on revenge was the strongest painkiller of all. He got out his wand, and performed a quick cleaning spell on himself. The blood gone from his thighs, the acidic taste gone from his mouth, Lucius knew what he had to do. He would leave Hogwarts right now, and see about a certain man who could give him the things he needed.

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The black-haired man looked at him with his green eyes, a small smile playing around his lips. "Mr. Malfoy. To what do I owe the pleasure of your unexpected visit?"

"I have reconsidered your offer, and if it still stands, I would like to accept it, Mr. Riddle." Lucius stood up to his full length, his chin tilted up and his hands folded in front of him.

Riddle got up from his chair, and walked towards Lucius slowly. "Of course the offer still stands, Lucius. But I must admit I’m a bit surprised to see you here. Not displeased, just surprised. I remember you telling me you had different plans for yourself."

Lucius looked up at the older man, and nodded curtly. "Yes, but my plans have changed."

"How fortunate for me." Riddle’s voice was soft when he stepped even closer to Lucius. He let his gaze wander across Lucius’ body until they met the cool grey eyes. "You are most welcome to join me, Lucius."

Lucius let out an inward sigh of relief. He would get his power. He would get his opportunity. He would get his revenge. "Thank you, Mr. Riddle."

The older Wizard put his hand on Lucius’ shoulder, and squeezed lightly.

"Please, call me Tom."

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