elfflame (elfflame) wrote in elfflame_fics, @ 2009-09-26 16:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | fandom: harry potter, genre: drama, genre: romance, length: one-shot, mc: severus, rating: r, sc: lucius, series: silver cycle, ship: severus/omc, theme: dark |
Precious Silver - Severus/OMC - R
Title: Precious Silver
Author: elfflame
Pairing: Severus/OMC
Rating: R
Summary: Lucius asks Severus to care for something while he is imprisoned in Azkaban. (Pre HBP canon)
Disclaimer: This story not intended to infringe, no money is being made. The characters and places do not belong to me. I’m just borrowing them for a bit.
A/N: This is the first part of a three-part Snaco fic. My first ever, and the one I love the most of all my Snaco stories.
Lucius hated Azkaban. Certainly, that was to be expected, but still, there it was. And the Dark Lord was doing nothing to help things. He expected his Death Eaters to help themselves, and if they couldn’t, on their own heads be it. Not that he wouldn’t punish them for not returning to him in a timely manner. And for the Dark Lord, a timely manner meant about five minutes before you actually managed whatever it was he wanted.
The place was foul, even without Dementors. Dank, dingy, and Lucius wasn’t even allowed a bath on his own, or a change of clothes at all. And his hair had had gone lank and stringy. The guards were the worst. Talking about the “morning star” in their midst. It was an old joke. A very bad old joke.
But the worst was missing him. Certainly, while he’d been free, he’d hardly cared, only visited him when the urges had become too much, but now… God, he wanted him. He wanted him all the time. But that was impossible. And what if someone found him? Wouldn’t that be worse? There would be more charges. No, he had to find someone he could trust to take him and keep him safe until Lucius was released.
But who? After all, he could hardly tell Narcissa, not that they really talked, anyway, and there was no way in the hell he was in he would ever admit it to Draco. Most of the Death Eaters were out of the question as well. The idiots were easy enough to manipulate, but there was no knowing when they’d open their careless mouths, and it would not do for the Dark Lord to hear about Lucius’s little toy. And as for the intelligent ones…well, they would be far worse. Blackmail. Or worse, they’d want him for themselves. So who could he trust to watch over him for however long it took Lucius to escape or be released, who would still be willing to return him to Lucius when he was free?
And the answer was clear, which meant that Lucius distrusted it completely. Snape. Snape was in his debt for so many things. And he’d never so much as looked at the boy askance. Did the man even have sexual needs? Certainly there had been their time together in their youth. But it had always been Lucius who initiated anything sexual, and quite often Snape had acted quite put out. And then time had moved on, and they had seen each other less and less. And now, Snape was completely unattached, and apparently uninterested—in anyone.
There was just something odd about the man. A hidden quantity that Lucius had always known was there, throughout his schooling, and after he had first become a Death Eater, and even more once he had returned to Hogwarts as a teacher. How, exactly, had he convinced Dumbledore of his innocence? Snape had hidden depths, places that he’d never allowed Lucius to see, and that made Lucius wary. Sometimes he wondered if the man was completely human. But who else could he tell all this to and trust to help him in this matter?
And so he had made his request to the Azkaban warden. It had been weeks. Lucius had not been worried about him. He wouldn’t die, after all. The house elves would keep him fed and clean, but every day that he was alone in the manor was another day someone might stumble across him. No, Lucius was not worried about his toy, he was worried about himself. If anyone found him, that was it. No family, no money, no powers, and, if the Ministry found a stray Dementor, probably no soul. He simply couldn’t allow it. But he couldn’t simply let go, either. It was just something he…needed.
By the time Snape arrived, Lucius had worked himself into quite a state. He found himself stating and restating the problem, trying to get Snape to understand while the guard stood next to him, without telling the guard anything. It was utterly impossible. And worse, still, it amused Snape horribly. He’d never seen such a smirk on the man’s face, damn him. Finally, Snape took pity on him and asked the guard if they could have a quick moment alone. The guard wasn’t pleased by the request, but he had no good reason to refuse. After all, Snape hadn’t been proven a Death Eater quite yet. Not by the Ministry, anyway.
And so Lucius explained, still trying to be vague, hoping that it would be enough, and that the guard was not listening in outside the door. And to his great relief, Snape, after a great deal of suspicious looks and questions, agreed to help out his “old friend.” Lucius was as specific as he could be with his instructions, but only enough so that Snape would understand. After all, he didn’t want a squad of Aurors pulling him out of the Manor before Snape could spirit him away.
When Snape left, Lucius began to breathe easier—for a time. But when he did not return after the first week, Lucius began to worry again. And when a month had passed, he began to truly panic. Had he, perhaps, misread his “old friend?”