❝What is that song you
sing for the dead?❞
Born a sinner, Lucien Aliester King can talk to the dead. With the reappearance of Death Eaters and the approaching start of another wizarding war, Lucien is torn between venturing i...
14| CHAPTER FOURTEEN - i know if destiny's kind, i've got the rest on my mind
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HE DREAMT OF HIS MOTHER. HER FACE AND HER SMILE. HE RELIVED THE WAY SHE WEPT AS SHE LOOKED AT HIM, like he was a monster. The moment she understood being a baby with no knowledge of the bad in the world didn't make her son innocent, Amelia King was forever changed. But his mother once had loved Lucien and that thought alone was the most haunting of all.
Amelia had kept his past hidden from him on her living days, for that he was almost grateful. He didn't know how he could live with the things he learned, it would've been only harder to forgive his actions as a little boy. Expectations of the world had already readied him for a life of gore and regret, the pain was more bearable. Still, the armors he built himself was proven useless with the revelation and Lucien wasn't sure if he would wake up to see another day.
He dreamt of his aunt. Ramona trying to make dinner for him with her limited cooking skills, yammering about something Arthur Weasley told her at work that day. Lucien thought of the way her face tilted to side as she turned to look at him, dark figures dancing around Lucien as he offered her a vile, humorless smile. She'd look disappointed and hurt. She'd leave the food on the stove and run away. Away from him and to wherever felt safe, Lucien would never see her again. The woman who made it seem it was so easy to love him and continuously said it was a blessing to watch him get older would leave him behind.
He dreamt of Draco. He dreamt of his silver eyes, the way his Quidditch uniform fit him perfectly and his little pout as he bitched to him about Potter. His nose crunched and eyes wrinkled at the sides, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he reacted to a joke Lucien made. Then he imagined the way his best friend would look at him if he had learned what he really was. He imagined Draco's disappointed face, unrecognizing eyes as he stepped away from him. Afraid even.
In his nightmares Lucien was forced to face his greatest fears: rejection and abandonment. Which should've been fine if Lucien had been sane enough to tell fantasy from reality, but he didn't possess that level of awareness, couldn't tell if the visions were fabricated. The show of images became another ticking bomb he kept locked and guarded in his head.
It was funny, how Lucien always blamed his father for this curse. It was all him. He was the one who turned Everett King into the monster the wizarding world knew him to be. Lucien was the reason why his parents chose to serve the Dark Lord. He had no one to blame but himself.
With the mark on his skin, he was sentenced to cruel punishment. He had to become a servant of the man who started it all, the man who ruined Lucien's life the day he decided to give the order to kill the Kings. Fate had played a trick on Lucien and imprisoned him to the world in Voldemort's visions. The boy had to pay for his crimes. His parents' death was on his hands, as well as the blood of many people Everett had killed.
