I don't have to answer the voices in my head

Title: Turning Left
Characters: Lucius Malfoy, OFC
Word Count: 219
Notes: Brain fart. Read LJ-er circe_tigana's A Punch-Up At A Wedding and had this come upon me. Don't have anyone in mind for the parent, particularly. *is random*


"Sir? Mr. Malfoy?"

Lucius turns and glares at the girl, his son's age or younger, clearly not in their social circle because he doesn't know her and he thinks she might be wearing Muggle clothing, styled after Wizard garb.

"Yes?" He's ice, he's not bothered at all by the liquid brown eyes and shaggily familiar brown hair.

"Sir, my Daddy went to your wedding and he waited in the woods and he saw you tell them lies and burn the willow boughs. He says you're as pure as you ever were, even in school, but he's purer still." She doesn't seem to understand what she's saying.

Lucius is most assuredly not bothered. He is not. If he were bothered, he would have to remember the days before his wedding, and he doesn't want to. Those days are over. They cannot be resurrected and he cannot be saved.

"What is your father's name?"

The girl shakes her head. "I'm not allowed to say. You're supposed to know. He said if you didn't know, you didn't deserve to."

"What is your name?"

That makes her smile, and she doesn't answer. He expected it. He knows who sent her, now.

As he draws his wand, he wonders if the girl's father remembers the days before that wedding as clearly as he believes.

Character(s)/Pairing(s): Snape/Potter/UFC
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Warnings/Kinks: Extreme vagueness.
Notes: Marauders-era, Severus and James are seventeen.

     Severus Snape ran. If she dies. If she dies we go with her. He pounded the wet earth with his feet and thought of punishment, redemption, souls and their vessels.

     Behind him, James Potter ran too. "We don't have time!"

     Shut up. Shut up. Don't say it. Magic is intent. "We do."

     Her weight in his arms was the only constant. We do.

     “What are you going to do, Snivellus? We’re thirty miles from anywhere, and–“

     She touched Severus' chest. He looked down, hoping her eyes would be open. Her hand fell away, and Severus fell away with her.

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No, I don't know who she is. Honest. I don't know where it fits in a larger story, though I'm sure it does. I just had a hugely angsty brain fart, and this is what it left behind. ETA: Since DH is out, I've decided she's Lily. It's still all kinds of AU, but now I know what she looks like.

CATEGORY: AU, Gen
PAIRING: Mentions of Harry/Lavender, Harry/Susan Bones, Draco/girls, OFC/Half-a-bee
SUMMARY: Someone bites off more than she can chew. Harry to the rescue? Seventh year.
WORD COUNT: 1,760-ish
WARNINGS: No resolution. Is only a scene, not a story.
NOTES: X-posted to my journal. And this OFC should exist, damn it.


( The Best Laid Plans of Nobody At All )