Breaking The Mould (Lucius Malfoy)

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Celeste lay next to Lucius in bed. Studying his face as he drifted into sleep. She was naked, vulnerable next to him, his arm coiled around her not allowing her to leave. Not that she wanted to.

She had for what she desired, a confession from him. That his feelings for her had been there all along; she just didn't understand completely why he had done it.

"Another time my darling" he had said to her after they had finished and lay next to each other in bed. But she wanted to know now, she needed to know why he had hurt her so much to then just take her back randomly.

She sighed, squeezing her eyes shut. She was not washed with guilt or regret, on the contrary it was relief and pleasure; but also confusion. He was hiding something from her, she could tell.

As she drifted into her own sleep, it wasn't peaceful like Lucius'. It was riddled with dreams and nightmares, and one particularly terrifying dream that felt so real, when she awoke she was stone cold and pale white like a ghost.

The ministry of magic. That's where she was, she didn't know how or why she knew, she could just tell. She caught sight of ginger hair, frowning when she saw the expression on the old friends face. "Mr Weasley" she called out. "It's me Celeste"

But Arthur did not smile or greet her, he wore instead an expression of fear and dread.

And then, Celeste found out why. Like her body was not her own, she moved toward him with speed, not walking; slithering. Like a snake.

Then everything happened so suddenly.

She tried to scream as she felt herself rip into Arthur's flesh, tearing off chunks of his neck face and body.

Her scream was nothing but a strange language, a language she knew too well. One that she had only recently discovered she knew. Parseltongue.

"Kill" is what she said. "Kill" over and over again. Repeated with her lunges of fatality against the man.

She was the snake. She was killing him. And she couldn't stop.

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Lucius was awoken by a strange noise. He rolled over to see what looked like Celeste wide awake, her eyes so widely open it looked painful. Her green eyes glowing with an unnatural emerald colour, language spilling out of her mouth he did not understand. Yet he knew what language she was speaking.

Parseltongue.

"Celeste" he said, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her a little. "Celeste!" He said again.

Then she stopped. Her eyes closed and she stopped speaking. And for a moment, lucius believed it to be a brief bad dream.

But then, like she were possessed, she awoke with a fire. The room shaking, things flying off shelves, as she screamed so loudly he had to cover his ears for a moment.

"Celeste!" He grabbed her face, she was looking at him but not actually. She was looking through him, in some sort of hallucination. "You're dreaming. Wake up darling" he pleaded, suddenly his head whipping to the side hearing footsteps down the corridor.

Her scream must have awoken Draco and Narcissa.

He mumbled some magic, making clothes appear on her so their secret was not uncovered; just in time as the door burst open.

"What's going on?" Narcissa said in urgency, running over to Celestes bedside and taking her hand.

"Father?" Draco asked.