If I Had A Heart

Two

Tom

My hands steadied as the red haze of my rage left my sight. The bedroom I was in was trashed. A mudblood! I was bound irrevocably to a fucking mudblood witch. Pius Thicknesse cowered in fear as he tried to explain about how the Order of the Phoenix obtained my signature and diary.

"I cannot contest this?" I asked, taking a few calming breaths. "Is there to be no remedy to this, Thicknesse?"

The man's pallid face went even more pale, if that was even possible. "N-no, m-my Lord, there is not. She signed the contract."

"I know that you incompetent fool!" I snapped. I shoved my right hand in his face. "I already have the marital binding placed on me. I know how the law works. I have no choice but to consummate the union."

"What do you want me to do then, my Lord?" Pius asked with slightly more confidence in his voice.

"I want the license destroyed."
"You know it's impossible."

"Crucio," I cast with my wand. He writhed and screamed on the floor. I rolled my eyes and ended the curse after five hours. It was tiresome to watch the politician in pain. I yawned. "Let this serve as a reminder to not fail me again, Pius. Are we clear?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Good. Send the house elves in here to clean this shit hole up," I commanded as I left my bedroom in Malfoy Manor.

I left without another word and ignored even Bellatrix. I could not have a more loyal, faithful soldier, but her zealous devotion to me was tiresome at best, and her performance in the bedroom less than satisfactory. I strolled through the fairy gardens, and could feel the magic binding me to not kill or harm one hair on that witch's head. I wondered how Miss Granger would feel when I killed her beloved best friend in front of her, and...

"Harry," I murmured, grinning slyly. Of course! Yes, I may not be able to physically harm the witch, but I could kill Harry Potter. What difference did it make that I had to reveal my true appearance to her? Women certainly have never raised complaints about my appearance before.

The thought of bedding her still turned my stomach, but at least I could attempt to sway my new wife to the right side in this war; the only side worth a damn, quite frankly. The only problem was that she was a filthy mudblood, and always would be, even when she had our children gestating inside of her. I returned to the manor, and had dinner.

Lucius Malfoy seemed careworn as of late since Azkaban, but at least I would meet this so called paragon of knowledge that was to be my wife. Bellatrix looked upon me lovingly, and she averted her eyes when my gaze lingered on her. It was a pity she was clinically insane. Then there was beautiful, delightful Narcissa Malfoy with her delicious body, and talented tongue. She shuddered when I looked at her.

"When is Severus due to arrive, Lucius?" I asked, slicing into the steak that the house elves prepared for us for the main course. "I am intrigued to know about this so called Brightest Witch of Her Age."

Lucius looked shocked by my curiosity. "I.." He dabbed at his face with his cloth napkin delicately. "I believe that he will arrive tonight after dinner."

"Excellent." Distant screams from the wine cellar/dungeon began to irritate me to no end. "WORMTAIL!" I bellowed.

Wormtail shuffled in, disgusting me with his appearance and scent. "Yes, master?"

"Have I not specifically instructed you to keep our guests quiet so that we can eat dinner in peace?" I asked calmly.

"Yes, my Lord. But my food--"

"Will be eaten after the rest of us have retired. You know the rules."

"Yes, master. I'm leaving now."

I breathed a little easier when the fool left the dining room to attend to his duties. Business was discussed afterwards, but I only gave it half of my attention. When the meal was over, I put on a nice black suit for the presentation, and waited with baited breath for what was to come. Stop it! I berated myself. This is just a filthy mudblood who you will form to your liking, nothing more. Besides, she is likely pock marked, and ugly like a lot of these women are.

But then an alien thought intruded on my begrudging excitement, and curiosity: What if you find her beautiful? What if you can turn her to the right side? She would be a great asset. But if she proves to be a disappointment you can always have a certain potions master kill her in very creative ways.

I laughed at the possibilities of both outcomes, and stole myself for what was to come. But nothing could have prepared me for what my reaction would be upon seeing my young wife at long last...