| Challenge: Snape/Lucius Challenged: Skylar Inari Notes: Snape's POV, right after he became a spy. Rather low on the actual him/Lucius content though it's alluded to. ^^;;; Actually, it's pathetically low on actual him/Lucius content...but it's the best I could do. (And you'd think that this pairing would be easy...but nooooooooo) Between Brillances Severus Snape, the new teacher of Potions at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry sat in his out of the way chambers and studied himself in the mirror. Not out of vanity you understand, for he knew full well that he'd never be considered good-looking by anybody's standards, but because the changes he had undergone he felt should have left some physical mark upon him. An irrational thought, and one he privately considered unworthy of him. Standing abruptly he stalked over to the cabinets that were mostly empty and considered his rather meager possessions. A few robes, his text books and his vast collections of potions ingredients. He considered again the path his life had taken. At seventeen when he joined the Dark Lord's forces, he had been resentful, alone, and so followed the norm in the Slytherin house. His petition to join had been accepted immediately, the old and respected family that he was descended from giving him an advantage over many of the others who joined up. His powers, abilities, cold-heartedness and birth rights had facilitated his rise in the ranks of the Dark Lord and he'd been...not happy, no but pleased for the first time in his life that the skills he'd worked so hard to hone were respected. Until a few weeks ago. It had come on him slowly, a growing dis-satisfaction with the way the Dark Lord operated, a fire of hatred towards those blithe idiots who danced merrily along the way to hell without seeming to care only joyful for the chance to hurt others. They cared nothing about what the Dark Lord was trying to accomplish, and with that realization came the fact that he too cared nothing for the Dark Lord's goals. He'd gone to Dumbledore then. Why him, he still wasn't certain. Years of being under his eyes, or the fact that he was the only one the Dark Lord feared... Or perhaps only because Dumbledore would listen and not clap him in chains the moment he showed the Dark Mark. He'd told him everything then. How he had joined, why he had joined, who else he knew joined, what they did, what he knew of the Dark Lord's plans, this and so much more, all of it had spilled from his lips when Dumbledore gestured for him to sit down and have a cup of tea. He spoke of the Dark Lord's deadly charisma, and his second's Lucius Malfoy's charm. The dark beauty of it all, with candles reflecting off their hair and in the hollows of their faces. The seductive nature of their words, and how he'd been as completely in Malfoy's control as Malfoy was to the Dark Lord. Darker deeds he spoke of then. Ones that wracked his frame and caused tears too rarely seen to well up. Dumbledore listened, without saying anything for hours. Only his penetrating blue eyes had been needed to coax the entire sick story out from him. When his confession was over, Dumbledore had leaned back and asked him, "What will you do now?" It fell out that he became a spy. A fitting thing, he mused. He'd be caught between brillances for years at the rate this war was going. Constantly tried and tested both for his false loyalties and his true loyalties everyday. Every mission he was given would be a trial with it's own pitfalls. For, even disillusioned with the Dark Lord and having wrested control of his body and mind from the claws of Lucius he'd have to deny the worn paths he had tread for years, which would be no easy task. For brilliant was the Dark Lord, a powerful and intelligent man who lead by example and never asked his followers to do something he would not - except die, of course. But, he'd do it. Dumbledore was brilliant too. A wise man who read people with unerring accuracy and a powerful faith in the power of free choice. Truly strung between the two of them he was. He'd never be recognized as a hero, but if he could prove to himself that he had the strength of character and determination that would be enough. And perhaps he'd consider himself free one day. The familiar sharp pain slashed up through his arm. Clutching it against him he stumbled over to the fire-place and called for Dumbledore, telling him for the first of many times that he was going. Going out to face certain death if the Dark Lord caught on to his dangerous game. Grabbing a port key, he left. To dance with death. End. Back To Book Fanfiction Back To Main |