HP ficlet: What Shouldn't Be - Dark!
Title: What Shouldn’t Be
Author: Rowaine
Summary: Just an alternate universe one-shot. Dark themes.
Rating: PG-13ish
Pairings: Harry/Draco/Severus, mentions of Harry/Bella
Warnings: Harry is NOT the ultimate hero for the light.
Disclaimer: I claim no rights to the characters and world of JKR’s Harry Potter books/movies. No money is made by me.
Author’s Note: Real life sucks. Leftover Chinese food should not be eaten with brownies and barbeque sauce.
~ * ~
Going through my accounts, I realize that it’s once again time to cull my stable. My collection began That Night, and has brought me tremendous relaxation and satisfaction over the years. Oh, one or two of them have been replaced - unfortunate really, as it was such an effort to choose between the original selection - but the original dozen are still in top form.
Bellatrix, truly the most insane witch ever to have graced my presence… At first I kept her around simply to boast about her Master’s defeat. But as with the best of intentions, that changed. She has given me three fine heirs, each with her dark beauty and my sanity. Perhaps, eventually, I will gift her with the peace of death.
And of course, we couldn’t leave Bella without her adoring husband, Rodolphus. He keeps her under control when I must be away from her for too long. A handy sort of fellow, really, I don’t know why he wasn’t given more prestige from his former Lord.
For his benefit alone did I keep Rabastan. I find that a little incentive works wonders in maintaining contentment. Pitting the LeStrange brothers against one another is highly entertaining, as well.
Originally, I had intended to bring Ginevra Weasley into the fold. Her vociferous worship of The Boy Who Lived aside, she came from proven breeding stock. Unfortunately, she did not live up to expectations - between her brothers’ deaths and broken ideals, she is firmly locked in St. Mungo’s ward for Incurables. In her place, George is a much better companion. No one can replace the other half of his soul, and I haven’t even tried. On good days, he is every bit as mischievous as before Fred died.
More a pet than any other, Fenrir is kept on a tight leash. Literally. It took a bit of trial and effort, but I finally found the perfect ratio of silver to act as a collar. Not only does it keep him from changing back into his human form, but also prevents him from passing on the Lycanthropic curse. Without my permission, that is. He’s taken to the whip quite well, actually. It’s quite lovely to visit him after a bad day at work.
What would a proper stable be without a stunning blond or two? Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy fit the bill so very well. They work beautifully as a team, or on their own. Cultured, well-bred, refined, and lethal in both looks and intellect… It’s a pity they only had one child.
On a whim, I included Rita Skeeter. She doesn’t really deserve my attention these days, and will surely be replaced soon, but I felt it fitting that she should have a place of honor to reward her for the sterling job of making my childhood such a comfortable time. Of course, these days she can barely remember her own name…
Cornelius Fudge and Rufus Scrimgeour have also lost their appeal. Regardless of how entertaining they were at the beginning, after fifteen years, well, neither wizard seems capable of their former boasting and politicking. Pity that - many’s the day I could use their old pompous attitude to brighten my mood.
Which leaves my favorites: Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy. Years of childish hatred led me to treat them unkind at first. All the teenaged angst and anger, boiled down to a rabid simmer and directed at the two people who could have, should have, been allies all along. How I wish Severus knew of some way to raise the dead! Bringing Dumbledore back to life so he could pay for all the heartache and manipulations he was responsible for… Draco should have been my first friend. Severus should have been my mentor. If ‘should have’s could only correct years of ill treatment. Still, they are mine now. And they are the only ones who haven’t broken under my mood swings.
That little piece of Voldemort’s soul still living in my head made me do unusual things. Cruel things. Severus and Draco researched for months, trying to find a way to extract the sliver of demented evil. Eventually they found a blood ritual to remove it. And while it did send Riddle’s last tie to this plane into the afterworld, we had waited too long. I am permanently touched by evil, darkness, and sadomasochism. A fact that my lovers find to their liking.
Author: Rowaine
Summary: Just an alternate universe one-shot. Dark themes.
Rating: PG-13ish
Pairings: Harry/Draco/Severus, mentions of Harry/Bella
Warnings: Harry is NOT the ultimate hero for the light.
Disclaimer: I claim no rights to the characters and world of JKR’s Harry Potter books/movies. No money is made by me.
Author’s Note: Real life sucks. Leftover Chinese food should not be eaten with brownies and barbeque sauce.
~ * ~
Going through my accounts, I realize that it’s once again time to cull my stable. My collection began That Night, and has brought me tremendous relaxation and satisfaction over the years. Oh, one or two of them have been replaced - unfortunate really, as it was such an effort to choose between the original selection - but the original dozen are still in top form.
Bellatrix, truly the most insane witch ever to have graced my presence… At first I kept her around simply to boast about her Master’s defeat. But as with the best of intentions, that changed. She has given me three fine heirs, each with her dark beauty and my sanity. Perhaps, eventually, I will gift her with the peace of death.
And of course, we couldn’t leave Bella without her adoring husband, Rodolphus. He keeps her under control when I must be away from her for too long. A handy sort of fellow, really, I don’t know why he wasn’t given more prestige from his former Lord.
For his benefit alone did I keep Rabastan. I find that a little incentive works wonders in maintaining contentment. Pitting the LeStrange brothers against one another is highly entertaining, as well.
Originally, I had intended to bring Ginevra Weasley into the fold. Her vociferous worship of The Boy Who Lived aside, she came from proven breeding stock. Unfortunately, she did not live up to expectations - between her brothers’ deaths and broken ideals, she is firmly locked in St. Mungo’s ward for Incurables. In her place, George is a much better companion. No one can replace the other half of his soul, and I haven’t even tried. On good days, he is every bit as mischievous as before Fred died.
More a pet than any other, Fenrir is kept on a tight leash. Literally. It took a bit of trial and effort, but I finally found the perfect ratio of silver to act as a collar. Not only does it keep him from changing back into his human form, but also prevents him from passing on the Lycanthropic curse. Without my permission, that is. He’s taken to the whip quite well, actually. It’s quite lovely to visit him after a bad day at work.
What would a proper stable be without a stunning blond or two? Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy fit the bill so very well. They work beautifully as a team, or on their own. Cultured, well-bred, refined, and lethal in both looks and intellect… It’s a pity they only had one child.
On a whim, I included Rita Skeeter. She doesn’t really deserve my attention these days, and will surely be replaced soon, but I felt it fitting that she should have a place of honor to reward her for the sterling job of making my childhood such a comfortable time. Of course, these days she can barely remember her own name…
Cornelius Fudge and Rufus Scrimgeour have also lost their appeal. Regardless of how entertaining they were at the beginning, after fifteen years, well, neither wizard seems capable of their former boasting and politicking. Pity that - many’s the day I could use their old pompous attitude to brighten my mood.
Which leaves my favorites: Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy. Years of childish hatred led me to treat them unkind at first. All the teenaged angst and anger, boiled down to a rabid simmer and directed at the two people who could have, should have, been allies all along. How I wish Severus knew of some way to raise the dead! Bringing Dumbledore back to life so he could pay for all the heartache and manipulations he was responsible for… Draco should have been my first friend. Severus should have been my mentor. If ‘should have’s could only correct years of ill treatment. Still, they are mine now. And they are the only ones who haven’t broken under my mood swings.
That little piece of Voldemort’s soul still living in my head made me do unusual things. Cruel things. Severus and Draco researched for months, trying to find a way to extract the sliver of demented evil. Eventually they found a blood ritual to remove it. And while it did send Riddle’s last tie to this plane into the afterworld, we had waited too long. I am permanently touched by evil, darkness, and sadomasochism. A fact that my lovers find to their liking.