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Title: Night and Day
Characters: Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange
Rating: R
Summary: Dedalus Diggle contemplates the wonders of Night and Day.
Author’s Note: HPSWS verse.
This is how it feels to be Dedalus Diggle, right now.
You have begun to call them Night and Day, even though you know who they are and the place they keep you is so dark, you cannot know what the time is. You think you have not been gone for long, because if you were, someone would have come to rescue you already. You tell yourself that every moment your mind is free to wonder why someone hasn’t come from you. And for not the first time since this begins, you curse yourself for you virtue because yes, you hate yourself now.
It is the words (that is what Day calls them too, “just words” and you have begun to believe it) that have put you here.
You were never a brave man, nor great. You didn’t fight in the war because you were brave, or great, or strong, or because you had a family to protect. You had done so because Albus said he needed you and it was right.
It was Day now and Lucius sits against the opposite wall, talking. Lucius never moved from his seat when it was his turn.
He just sits there, his careful manners quiet, composed and he talks. Sometimes, he asks questions, always the same questions:
Your headquarters…
I don’t know. I never know.
I think you’re lying to me.
I told you I don’t know! Even if I did, I’m not the Secret Keeper, and I told you I wasn’t a part of this war.
During the Second War, you protected the Potter’s Muggle family.
Yes, yes…I hid. Oh god, I hid…
Lucius smiles. And waits. His eyes settle on you and you are pinned like a bug under glass before he begins to speak again. He tells you what would happen to you, to your family, to your family’s family, to your friends. To strangers. Until you told him what he wanted to know.
And you began to pray for night.
And when Bellatrix comes, you don’t have time to think or talk. It was just creation because yes (and you didn’t really believe this before she said it) there was creation in destruction. There was something complete in the pain she causes. It is like being born.
Bellatrix did not speak as she worked. She just moved, like rain over pavement, like snow over landscape.
You lose yourself in her work. There are no words, no sounds to express what she does. You quickly leave the realm of pain under her care.
She laughs.
You know that. You remember that. It’s what makes nighttime so unforgiving. So brutal. She laughs and whimpers too. Cooing. She sounds like a child, or a mother. There’s comfort in her voice after a while, and you are surprised at that. Because she never asks you for anything but by the time she grows tired of the way you bleed you would tell her anything.
Everything.
You awake up to hear Day talking to Night. His voice is cold and biting. He try to open swollen eyes, and study them.
“He knows nothing.” Lucius is telling Bellatrix and his hand is brushing Bella’s cheek lovingly. You want to laugh. What does this man know of love? How does this woman know how to receive it?
“And the spare?” She cackles. “Jones…”
Hestia…that’s right…you think or try to think but your head is swimming. They took Hestia too... You saw her coming in.
“Already taken care of.” He is saying and then he laughs. “Oh don’t pout, precious. I didn’t mean to take your toys. We’ll get a new one soon. Our Lord wants information and it’s only a matter of time before we pick up the right person.”
He leans in to kiss her then, softly on the lips. You wonder how someone can look so human when they’re not. She turns and smiles at you, that tender almost creative smile. Then she raises her wand, and you feel nothing else.
Characters: Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange
Rating: R
Summary: Dedalus Diggle contemplates the wonders of Night and Day.
Author’s Note: HPSWS verse.
This is how it feels to be Dedalus Diggle, right now.
You have begun to call them Night and Day, even though you know who they are and the place they keep you is so dark, you cannot know what the time is. You think you have not been gone for long, because if you were, someone would have come to rescue you already. You tell yourself that every moment your mind is free to wonder why someone hasn’t come from you. And for not the first time since this begins, you curse yourself for you virtue because yes, you hate yourself now.
It is the words (that is what Day calls them too, “just words” and you have begun to believe it) that have put you here.
You were never a brave man, nor great. You didn’t fight in the war because you were brave, or great, or strong, or because you had a family to protect. You had done so because Albus said he needed you and it was right.
It was Day now and Lucius sits against the opposite wall, talking. Lucius never moved from his seat when it was his turn.
He just sits there, his careful manners quiet, composed and he talks. Sometimes, he asks questions, always the same questions:
Your headquarters…
I don’t know. I never know.
I think you’re lying to me.
I told you I don’t know! Even if I did, I’m not the Secret Keeper, and I told you I wasn’t a part of this war.
During the Second War, you protected the Potter’s Muggle family.
Yes, yes…I hid. Oh god, I hid…
Lucius smiles. And waits. His eyes settle on you and you are pinned like a bug under glass before he begins to speak again. He tells you what would happen to you, to your family, to your family’s family, to your friends. To strangers. Until you told him what he wanted to know.
And you began to pray for night.
And when Bellatrix comes, you don’t have time to think or talk. It was just creation because yes (and you didn’t really believe this before she said it) there was creation in destruction. There was something complete in the pain she causes. It is like being born.
Bellatrix did not speak as she worked. She just moved, like rain over pavement, like snow over landscape.
You lose yourself in her work. There are no words, no sounds to express what she does. You quickly leave the realm of pain under her care.
She laughs.
You know that. You remember that. It’s what makes nighttime so unforgiving. So brutal. She laughs and whimpers too. Cooing. She sounds like a child, or a mother. There’s comfort in her voice after a while, and you are surprised at that. Because she never asks you for anything but by the time she grows tired of the way you bleed you would tell her anything.
Everything.
You awake up to hear Day talking to Night. His voice is cold and biting. He try to open swollen eyes, and study them.
“He knows nothing.” Lucius is telling Bellatrix and his hand is brushing Bella’s cheek lovingly. You want to laugh. What does this man know of love? How does this woman know how to receive it?
“And the spare?” She cackles. “Jones…”
Hestia…that’s right…you think or try to think but your head is swimming. They took Hestia too... You saw her coming in.
“Already taken care of.” He is saying and then he laughs. “Oh don’t pout, precious. I didn’t mean to take your toys. We’ll get a new one soon. Our Lord wants information and it’s only a matter of time before we pick up the right person.”
He leans in to kiss her then, softly on the lips. You wonder how someone can look so human when they’re not. She turns and smiles at you, that tender almost creative smile. Then she raises her wand, and you feel nothing else.