Larus frowned as his parents weren't going to return home. He knew they wouldn't, the war had taken them and wasn't going to give them back. He sighed bitterly, walking amongst the fallen bodies, and sure enough they were there, cold and practically lifeless. He knelt beside his father and felt his pulse, surprised to find one. "Father, are you alive?" He asked quietly, though the answer was obvious.

Adelius looked up at his son, tired beyond knowing but frantic. "My son! You need to summon our lord, we've suffered many casualties. You're mother's alive too but we haven't strength to summon. Please. He will take care of this." He said.

Larus frowned. "But father, how do I do that?" He asked, dark green eyes seaarching his father's golden brown ones.

Adelius frowned. "Take your wand and press it to the dark mark." He said, hardly able to life his robe's sleeve. "And quickly, the aurors will be here soon."

Larus did as he was told, waiting for something to happen as the mark darkened considerably under the touch of his wand.

Before too long, a tall and coldly angry dark wizard appeared near the bodies of the fallen Death Eaters. He looked down at the young boy, narrowing his eyes in calculation. "For what reason was I summoned here?" It was obvious to him that the boy was orphaned, and those Death Eaters were his parents, but his tone remained callous and demanding.

Larus felt a little afraid of the intimidating figure. "My mother and father had fallen, they told me to bring you, I don't know their reasons. Can you help them?" He asked, bowing low to the other. "Please, my lord, it would help me greatly. I need them."

Lord Voldemort regarded the young boy with a the same coldness as before, but now he was disgusted by his weakness. He made a slight hissing noise. "There is no help for the dead." As he said this, thoughts of raising them from the dead with necromancy did cross his mind, though they would be useless Inferi. "How old are you, boy?" Even his speaking voice resembled a hiss, with its cold, breathy quality.

Larus narowed his eyes as the dark lord cursed his parents to their death. "They aren't dead yet, they served you faithfully, why won't you help them? And I am fifteen of age."He shivered at the feeling the dark lord's voice gave him.

He raised his wand above his head, aiming it at the boy, readying to curse him. His upper lip curled in an angry snarl, and he made another hissing noise. "You question me...? They were weak, so they fell, and their weakness is of no use to me!" He had not bothered to raise his voice, but it had the same lashing effect as if he had. It intrigued him that this boy had the gall to stand up to him, though it also made him furious. Perhaps he would be useful instead.

Larus was seething. "I do question you, I question now my parents. Why would they follow someone who does not care for them?" He said evenly, though his voice did shake just slightly. Is this what I have inherited into?" He asked, gesturing to the dark lord. "Curse me if you wish to, my lord. It was their wish I serve you and I will do so."

For a moment, the Dark Lord's cold eyes shown with fury, but he quickly curbed it. "You are an impudent fool, but serve me you shall." This time he held his wand lower, and held out his hand, palm open. "Give me your..." He was about to demand his left arm, but thought better of it with the plan he was formulating in his mind. "Actually, remove those," he gestured to Larus' trousers with the tip of his wand. "You will become a Death Eater and serve me well, but not as the others have served me."

"What on Earth do I need to remove my pants for?" Larus demanded, taking a step back. "How do you mean for me to serve you?" He was starting to actually get worried at the serpentine man's antics. "What do you mean with me?" He asked, dark green eyes fighting back at the red of his lord's.

Momentarily, Voldemort ground his teeth together. He was very quickly losing his patience with this boy. "You promised to serve me. You will obey me!" He raised his wand threateningly again. "Imperio!" He was tired of the back-talk for the moment. "Rest assured, for now I will only brand you with the Dark Mark. Yours will not be on your arm." He had only needed him under the curse long enough for his trousers to be removed, and he now released him from it.

Larus growled as his pants were removed against his will, but he let himself be manipulated, figuring if the other had been more patient that he would have eventually taken them off on his own. "Just where will it be? And why is it not goint o be visible?" He didn't like being in the dark about anything.

"Silence! I will explain to you what you need to know...but first, the Mark." He gave Larus a warning look, silently tell him to keep his mouth shut. He placed his cold, white hand between the boy's legs and pushed them apart, then aimed the tip of his wand at the inside of his left thigh. Without a word, the spell took effect, burning the forms of a snake and a skull into his skin.

Larus gasped as this happened, the other was frightening, but he wasn't sure if he truly felt fear or some other emotion. He clutched to the other when the mark was burned into his skin, whimpering just a little in pain, a small whine pushing past his lips as he held to the dark lord. "Why the hell does this burn so much! What did you do? Brand me with a damned iron!?" He burried his face in the other's robes, hissing as the pain seemed to continue but ebb at the same time.

The Dark Lord made a face of vague disgust and threw the boy off of him. "Stop your whining, child! This is the mark that makes you a Death Eater. You serve me until you die...which may or may not be soon, depending on how useful you prove to be." He crossed his arms over his chest and watched the boy. It was a little disturbing to him that he had not killed the pest yet, but he consoled himself with the knowledge of his future plans. "When you're finished, put your clothes back on. There are many things I must tell you."

Larus glared at the other, finaly able to comprehend what was happening. He placed his pants back on and stared evenly at him. "Allright, what am I to do" he asked, rising slowly, meeting the other's eyes as he moved a piece of his dark red-white streaked hair out of his eyes while he paid attention.

"You are going to help me destroy someone, dear boy. I want you to go to Hogwarts, and I want you to become a part of Gryffindor House." Sadly, he was unsure as to whether the boy would be familiar with the sorting procedures at Hogwarts, so he explained the Sorting Hat as well. "While there, you must befriend a boy called Harry Potter. Once you have done that,
I will have further instructions for you. Do you understand?"

Larus nodded. "Allright, is that all?" He asked, wondering why the hell the other was being so top secret about it. "I wont fail you." He added, wondering why he didn't just get the Malfoy boy to do it. "And when am I to do this?"

The man paused a moment and narrowed his eyes at the brash, fearless boy for a moment, scrutinizing him. His behavior was much different than that of his other servants thus far, which was quite useful. However, it was possible that it would become a hinderance. Somewhere along the way, he would have to break him. Finally, he answered, "Immediately."

Larus nodded. "Allright. Well, lead the way, mt lord." He said, giving a small bow before walking to the other's side. He didn't have the slightest clue about what to do or where to go so he suspected the other would instruct him.

Lord Voldemort suppressed an exasperated sigh. For as useful as he was going to be in the future, he was certainly rather helpless at the moment. "The new school term will start soon. That is when you will go to Hogwarts. You must go to Kings Cross Station in London, and find Platform 9 3/4. It will be fairly simple to locate. Once you are there, board the Hogwarts Express. I will send an owl ahead to alert the Headmaster of your situation." This was going to be a rather detailed plan, though he was fairly sure it would turn out exactly as he wanted it to.

"Because I know exactly where that is and everything." Larus said sarcastically, sighing. "Look, can't I just stay with you until the term starts, and then you take me to the platform? From there I would be just fine on my own." He asked, looking the angry man over.

Voldemort gave an angry growl. "Are you a complete fool?! Have you any idea who I am? I will not escort you to the platform. And my way of travel and shelter would be most...inconvenient...for you." He allowed himself to calm slightly. This boy was thoroughly working his nerves. "I would ask the Malfoy family to take care of you, but since they are so loyal I would not burden them with you." He narrowed his eyes once more, waiting for the response that he was almost sure he would receive.

"If they're so loyal use them! It's not my damned fault my family had me at some other school than that Hog-whatever!" Larus stated, glaring darkly. "My parents were just killed! At your god damn ploy too! If you want me to be of any use at all you're going to have to help me out! I know nothing about the other schools or what to even do in that part of society! So yes, to answer you I am a complete fool! Have someone else escort me! What else would you have me bloody do? Just travel around a bit, maybe walk in a damned circle to see if I happen to stumble upon this.. platform whatever thingy?" He asked, furious. "I don't mean to yell or disrespect you, my lord but you can't just leave me here to try and figure this out when I am not knowing!"

Now, the pallid man gave a roar of fury, and silently used a spell that sent Larus flying, landing with his back flat against a tree, pinned there. "Your insolence is quite displeasing. You will hold your tongue, or I may decide that you would better serve me dead, like your mother and father. You are a useless, helpless child, and my patience grows very thin..." By this time, he had crossed the distance on foot to the tree where the boy was pinned, their faces level. He was only inches away from that defiant face, his wand pressed to the middle of his chest, poised to kill should he say the wrong thing.

Larus growled at the other. "Do it. Maybe I need to join them. It's not my fault I don't know anything." He said quietly, staring up at the other defiantly, hiding the pain from being slammed into the tree. "You're going to fall to your enemy if you keep being so easy to switch on. Go ahead, kill me, Voldemort." He tried to hide his fear, but he couldn't stop his heart from racing a little fast.

"You...astound me. You wish to serve me, and yet you defy me at every turn. I am trying to give you the instruction you demand of me, but your arrogance is preventing you from receiving the information..." He kept his wand trained on Larus' chest, while his other hand crept to the fresh Mark on his inner thigh. With very little warning, he pressed his fingers to it, causing it to become hot once more, as hot as it was when he first burned it there only a bit ago.

As the other's hand had flitted to the inside of his thigh Larus had actually felt his eyes widen and he almost swooned at the other's touch, not entirely sure why, but then the burning came, and he whimpered in pain. "Oh, my lord, please, I am sorry. I just.. oh please stop." He practically begged while breathing heavily. "I didn't mean to upset you, I just.. am so lost." His eyes were feeling heavy from the pain, he shut them tightly and slumped aganst the other. "Please, I ask you, please stop."His face had become flushed with embarassment of being reduced to a babbling mess as well as noticing just how many times he'd clung to this evil man in front of him, how many times he'd been bent under his will and how he felt strong beneath his fingertips while he held tight for the pain to stop. "My lord.." He whispered, feeling as though he was either going to cry or pass out from the pain, he wasn't sure which.

Satisfied with the response he had received, Voldemort released his grip. His mouth near the boy's ear, he whispered, "This will not stop until you obey my every word, bend to my every whim. You will refer to me as nothing less than Lord Voldemort, and you will serve me exactly as I ask." As he finished speaking, he backed away from Larus and released him from the spell that held him to the tree as well, allowing him to fall to the ground.

Larus shivered when the other's voice seemed to carress his skin. He blushed while sitting on the grund with a small thud after his legs gave out from under him. "I apologize, my lord." He said, rising shakily, damning himself for getting into trouble. He stood back up slowly after a moment. "My lord, where would you have me go?" He asked.

"For now, you will follow me." He was angry with himself for giving in to what the boy had wanted in the first place, but there was really little other choice at the moment. He had no finances to put him up in an inn, and his influence would do him little good so long as this was to be a success. "At a later date, I will explain to you again, in more detail, what I have already explained to you."

Larus nodded solemnly and walked behind the other until he noticed a figure to his right, wand raised and he just read the lips to see a spell. He knocked the dark lord to the ground and covered him with his cloak, trying to shiled him from damage by the cloak's magic while he shouted a spell at the auror. "Avada kedavra!" He yelled out, killing the enemy dead before kneeling back to Voldemort. "My lord, Aparate? The ministry dogs are on their way. " He said, killing at least two others.

In a fit of annoyed confusion, the Dark Lord grabbed the boy's arm and apparated quickly. He hadn't exactly thought about where they would go, so they ended up on the far edge of the Forbidden Forest, opposite from Hogwarts castle. Of course, they would not be able to stay here. There would soon be Ministry officials anywhere that they could be placed near the castle. Now that they had stopped, he was completely mortified that this teen had felled more of those officials than he had.

Larus leaned against the other for support while he caught his breath. "Well, that situation was a bit sticky back there." He said, sighing. "So, what do we do now?" He asked, not in the least bit apalled by the fact he'd just killed three people. he rested his head on the other's shoulder a moment, seeming to forget his place and who he was resting on, "Uh! I am so tired! Aparating takes a lot out of someone." He said, sighing.

The irritation was building against the usual cold anger of Lord Voldemort. He stared at the boy, again astounded at how unaware of his actions he seemed to be. It was not the killing that surprised him. That pleased him quite a bit. He was glad he had chosen someone who was ready to take down anyone in the way. What was bothering him now was the insult that he had unwittingly committed by protecting him; he was perfectly capable of protecting himself. He was lost in thought now, and couldn't even bring himself to push the boy off of him.

Upon not receiving an answer from his lord, Larus looked up into the red eyes. "Are you in there?" He asked, quietly. He realized then that he was practically hanging all over his lord but found the other wasn't pushing him away so it must have been all right. "My lord?" He called softly, lifting a hand to feel his forehead, the cool skin feeling nice under his warm fingers. "Perhaps we should make a form of shelter and rest for the night?" He asked, his hand lingering a moment before dropping onto his shoulder. "I can cook well, if you're hungry. It shouldn't take long to hunt something down..." He frowned, wonderig if the other was getting angry at him. He knew he was certainly angry with himself, because he knew that the thoughts going through his mind about his lord were turning rapidly towards a little more than respect and servitude.

Calmly, Lord Voldemort turned his eyes on Larus, then almost gently pushing him away. "Stay where you are, Larus. I must...collect my thoughts." With a flurry of his black cloak, he disappeared into the trees, leaving the boy there to fend for himself a while. He needed time to himself. He was truly disturbed now that he had failed to notice the presence of the Aurors before the boy had. Perhaps he was truly letting his anger blind him.

Larus practically pouted and sat on a handy log. "Mn, I wonder what's wrong with him." He shrugged. He was also getting hungry and wished the other had at least given him the okay to make food. He huffed and took to drawing random designs in the dirt. "He better come back soon." He said to himself.

It would have been strategically unwise to cast any spells this close to the school, but Voldemort would have liked to in order to blow off some steam. Even away from him, this child was working his nerves. However, he sighed and apparated back to their little camp site. "Feed yourself." He commanded simply. He wanted no food, so he only stood against a tree, a short distance away from him.

Larus looked up at him unsurely. "Are you sure you're not hungry?" He asked, pulling out his wand. "You'll change your mind when I get it all cooked up. How does rabbit sound?" He questioned, walking away as he asked, lookng carefully for something to catch. He hummed as he noticed this forest had the potential to be particularly dangerous, but he was distracted as he saw a rather large rabbit. "There we go." He muttered, wordlessly stunning the thing with a simple thought out 'stupefy' before picking it up by the ears to bring it back. "Doesn't it look tasty?" He asked, showin it to the other.

The Dark Lord only narrowed his eyes slightly and watched the boy work, not answering any of his questions. He was glad he was at least self-sufficient enough to find and kill his own food. He stayed against the tree, still thinking things over. It was almost insane how comfortable Larus seemed to be around him. Had he no fear? Or was he stupid? Either was dissatisfying. In any case, the whole rabbit presented to him was revoltingly fuzzy and cute, and it most certainly did not look tasty.

Larus rolled his eyes. "You could at least say no if you don't want it." He said, going to work wordlessly, glad he'd been sent to a survival camp of sorts when he was younger. He knew all about skinning game and such. He conjured a knife and set to work, putting the animal out of its misery and then began to build a small fire. "It will be ready in about an hour." He said, humming. "I wish we had some bread rolls or something."

There it was, that little bit of defiance that irritated him once again, but he ignored it this time, choosing to remain silent against the tree. The boy's strange strength and ignorance of his powers was something that bothered him, and yet intrigued him intensely. His personality would be magnetic to the Potter boy, and it would be so easy to carry out this plan, which he was eager to put into action.

"Are you going to stand there all night by that tree?" Larus asked, tilting his head as he looked at the other. "The fire is warm and I would think you might like at least warmth." He offered, patting the ground beside him. "I mean I know it goes against all rules for being a 'dark lord', but I truthfully would enjoy the company. You have to explain to me what I am to do anyhow."

"Are you quite sure you'll remember everything I have told, remember everything you are supposed to do by the time you go to school?" He was again becoming irritated, but this time from the fact that this boy thought he would take part in simple little comforts. It would only show weakness, which he loathed.

"Yes." Larus said, frowning. "Just explain it to me in better detail is all." He looked up in time to see a hald-dollar sized spider casually slip down onto his lord's shoulder. "Umn, hold still please." He said, walking up to Voldemort, leaning in close to look at the spider on his shoulder. "It doesn't look poisonous.Do you want me to remove it?" He asked, pointing to the said spider.

Lord Voldemort only gave him a look and just as casually brushed the spider off of his own shoulder. "I do not require that sort of protection, Larus. Sit down." He begrudgingly occupied a space next to Larus so that his message would be better received. "I think it might be best to have the Malfoy child escort you to the Hogwarts Express. Since you are already on the magical side of the barrier, Platform 9 3/4 is not even necessary. I will arrange a meeting with the Malfoy family so that you may become acquainted."

"And once inside the school?" He asked, looking up at the other, noicing he was oddly radiating warmth, probably the fire attracted to his black cloak. He found he could use some warmth, but he knew if he tried to snuggle up to that warmth he'd be cursed. He listened patiently, leaning on his hands and knees to check on the rabbit while he listened.

He looked at the boy for a moment, noting that he seemed cold. He did not want to seem too accomodating, but he moved slightly closer to him. "Once you are inside the school," he continued, "You will be sorted. Since you are not a first-year student, you will most likely be sorted privately by the Headmaster. Your goal is to become a member of Gryffindor House. The others are Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. You must become a member of Gryffindor in order to befriend Harry Potter."

Larus nodded and sat back, leaning quite close to the other's warmth. "Allright, and then lead him to you. I assume we'll go over that when the time comes." He said, frowning. He sighed in tiredness. "So, when are we going to the Malfoy's?" He asked, noting that if he just tilted his head to the side he could rest on the other's shoulder, but he didn't know if he should. He decided the worst he could do was curse him for such an offense and timidly did as he desire, resting tensely, but with a sweetness.

Voldemort only looked at him from the corner of his eye, but did nothing threatening. "I will have much more information for you when this plan is put into action. We may be able to visit the Malfoy residence as early as...tomorrow." Almost as an afterthought, he added, "For now, rest."

Larus nodded and decided that if the other wasn't pushing him away then it must be all right. He gave him a small hug "You know, the rabbit's almost done if you're hungry.. you have to eat, you are human after all, are you not?" He asked, twisting his long red and gold hair to put it up as he conjured a hair clip to pin it up. He boldly knelt to press his ear to the other's stomach. "Well, I don't hear anything in there..." He said, frowning, "But I still think you're hungry. Should I conjure up a tent for us to sleep in?" He blushed suddenly. "Or I could conjure one for you seperately." He said, going back to resting on the dark lord's shoulder.

Actually, the Dark Lord had no answer for that question. He was not exactly human anymore. At one time, he had been. Now it was difficult to explain what exactly he was. Probably particularly because he had never thought about it. He was only a powerful, dark wizard. What he was biologically was not important. "I am not hungry. And one tent would do, but that does not mean I am giving you permission to cling to me the entire night."

Larus blushed darkly. "I.. didn't plan on it my lord." He said, conjuring up a three person tent. He then took the rabbit off the fire and conjured a plate. "It will be here if you do decide you want some." He said, taking a bite of the meat he'd cooked. It was delicious. He groaned in pleasure of taste. "It's really good."

He was mildly fascinated by the way the boy enjoyed the food. He supposed he had never heard someone make a sound like that for food before. "I will be in the tent should you need me for some reason." He disappeared inside it. He had no intention of sleeping, or even of laying down. He assumed that when Larus came inside the tent, he would attempt to convince him that he was human, and that he needed rest too. Rest, yes. The vulnerability of sleep, no.

Larus nodded, feeling cold and alone as he finished his meal. He spelled away the mess and wondered if he should go in the tent. In the end he decided he would, making up his mind. He crawled inside the structure and zipped it shut, looking at the dark lord. "My lord, you should sleep." He said, worried about the other. He lay down beside him. "I hope you would at least."

"I do not sleep." He answered simply, having prepared to answer that question. It was the truth, really. He did not sleep, and he no longer needed it. He was stronger than that. "You sleep. I have more instructions for you in the morning." He folded his hands against his chest, lacing his fingers together.

Larus thought it weird that the other didn't sleep. He frowned and layed a little closer to him, subconsciously cuddling up to the warmth the other presented to him. "Goodnight then, I can't wait to hear what else I am instructed." He said, yawning and closing his eyes, slowly drifting away into sleep.

~*~*~*~

With the first light of the morning, the Dark Lord lay in exactly the same place that he had laid in the first place. The boy was still near him, absorbing his useful heat. Through the night, sleep had become mildly fascinating to him as the boy had gone through the different stages of the sleep cycle and dreaming. Soon, however, he would need to wake him so that they could be on their way to Malfoy Manor. If possible, he would leave the boy in their care until the beginning of the Hogwarts term. He had realized also during the night that he was possibly becoming attached to this strange boy. He hated it. He knew it would become a weakness later. He had to suppress it now.

Larus woke, his eyes opening slowly. He looked up at the other and smiled. Feeling particularly cheeky he smirked. "Well, good morning to you too love, did you sleep well?" He knew the other hadn't. He sighed and decided to snuggle him a little longer. "You detest mybeing so close to you, don't you?"He asked, laying his head on the other's thigh, looking up at him as he did so.

He could have answered yes. He really wanted to. But truthfully, he could not figure out why the boy wanted to be so close to him in the first place. Was he looking for some sort of privilege? No, he seemed too honest for that. He was just...completely odd and thoroughly confusing. Finally, after staring at him for quite sometime, Voldemort answered, "Yes." In a short and swift movement, he grabbed the boys arms and had them pinned above his head, his wand against trained against his chest. He was leaning over him, on the ground, staring intently into his face. His usual malice, he suspected, was missing. "Why do you insist on being so close to me?"

A brilliant blush overcame Larus, not only at their position, but at how the other wanted to know and what the reason was."I.. I...." He blushed darker, unable to form words. "I ummm just feel like it?" It was the closest thing he could say rather than the absolute truth that he had some random crush on the older man. "Would you rather me stay away from you?" He asked softly, staring intently into the other's red eyes.

"You are...a very strange creature." Yes, absolute confusion was what he felt at first, but he was more than clever enough to know that 'just feeling like it' was not something that drew people to dark wizards, especially not himself. "You have a real reason...but you are not telling me. Perhaps I should teach you what happens when my Death Eaters lie to me...?" Usually, he killed them, but this time he would be more lenient. Or perhaps more cruel? He was thinking of touching the Dark Mark again, to cause just enough pain for the boy to learn his place again.

Larus sighed, shivering in slight fear. "I can't tell you, I don't even know myself and.. well.. If you must punish me for my silence, then do so." He whispered, shifting just a little. "Please my lord, I meant no harm in trying to be close to you. I just.. I don't know why I did it." He said softly, his blush not even close to dying away. He found though that he was becomming mroe and more comfortable with the other posed over him though. "Oh my lord, I apologize."

The apology and the remorse that Larus showed angered the Dark Lord, and he growled to show it, pushing the tips of his fingers against the Dark Mark on his inner thigh once again. It was satisfying to cause the fearless boy pain, it soothed his anger a little to do it. After only a few moments, he released the boy once again, but remained positioned over him. "Your apologies are useless..." he hissed.

Larus hissed in pain, his breath huffed as he clung to the other. "My lord! I wont apologize then, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I just.. I am having such strange thoughts and, you didn't seem to mind." He said, pleading him with his eyes to stop. "Please my lord, have mercy on me." He asked softly, panting while the pain fled away. "If I knew more about what I was thinking myself I would be able to tell you. I can't though because I am ignorant to my own thoughts." He said, he thought it would be thouroughly embarassing to mention he was pretty much attached to him.

"Larus...you have feelings for me?" The words were alien to the Dark Lord as they slipped from his tongue. He thought it quite impossible that anyone had ever felt anything for him, other than hatred and fear. Now he moved from his position over the boy, standing and moving away from him. This conclusion disturbed him, and he waited for the answer that he assumed was coming.

Larus as well stood and moved past him just a little. "I don't know my lord." He said, shyly, and so very timidly giving him a very tiny embrace and a small kiss to the cheek. "We have to go see the Malfoy's, do we not?" He asked, changing the subject as he left the tent, anxious to get away lest the other curse him for his bold actions. He frowned and took care of the fireplace he had made and the leftovers from his supper, waiting not only for the dark lord's reaction but for his words.

For most likely the first time in his life, Voldemort openly gaped after the boy. That anyone would have the gall, the spine, the guts to kiss him on the cheek - much less a teenage boy - was a thought that his brain was not prepared to handle. The task at hand was to take him to the Malfoys, though. And there were a few things he needed to discuss with him before they arrived. He exited the tent. "Larus, you're behavior must change around the Malfoy family. You will not do the things you have been doing. You will not be so close to me. You will not speak to me casually." He paused. "The Malfoys are my most loyal Death Eaters, and your fearlessness would seem most disrespectful to them."

Larus frowned, looking saddened. "What about when they're not there?" He asked, making the tent go away. "I understand I need to do as you say, I understand I have also been acting out of turn, I will act properly around them, but must I when no other is around?" He asked, looking up at the other to gauge his reaction. He hadn't been struck or cursed so he was assuming things might just heat up between himself and the Dark Lord.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes again, trying to figure out what the boy was playing at. "So long as it is only you and I..." he trailed off for a moment, his red eyes blazing. "You may act however you please, so long as it is within the parameters of respect to me." How absurd! He was going against everything he had ever stood for, everything he was personally. But what did that matter, exactly...?

Larus' eyes lit up and he smiled. "Thank you." He said, but then frowned. "Umn, set your boundaries my lord?" He asked, looking at him. "I mean, you said the parameters of respect, what are they?" He asked softly, moving closer to him. He looked eagerly up at the other.

"The only rule is that you must not speak with intentional insolence toward me. As far as everything else...there are no boundaries..." The last thing he said was accentuated with a slight hiss, moving almost imperceptably closer to the boy's face. His eagerness was...what was the word? Magnetic. Though not generally one for assessing the beauty in anything other than destruction and chaos, he realized that Larus was aesthetically pleasing. His hair was an interesting color, and his eyes bright, intelligent.

Larus' smile was softening as he looked at him, mainly because he was oh so close, if he wanted he could lean up and kiss him. The other said there was only the boundary of speaking, everything else was unbound. So why not? He wondered what those lips were like. Those cruel lips that had slain so many, that had cursed and tortured so many. He was aflame with wanting to know, so he placed his hands on the other's chest and moved closer, tilting his head up and pressing a lingering and rather soft kiss to his lips.

The surprise Voldemort felt was uncommon, and it made him almost afraid, and he was momentarily unsure as to how to respond. How long had it been since he had kissed someone? Certainly, he had not kissed someone since he was a student at Hogwarts, but slowly he pressed his lips to the boy's as well. After a short moment, that actually seemed much longer, he broke the kiss and moved away just a fraction. "Larus..." he breathed incredulously.

"Yes, my lord?" Larus asked quietly, looking with pure love and adoration in the eyes of the other. He had been kissed back! Oh how excited he was! His heart wouldn't slow it seemed. He wondered why the kiss had even bothered to be broken, but perhaps his lord was displeased with the kiss? He didn't think that was the case, the other did in fact kiss him back.

"You are incomprehensible." It was not a compliment or an insult, simply a statement of fact. He placed his palms flat on either side of the boy's face, fingers spread, and kissed him once more. It was a disturbingly loving act from the dark wizard that even he could not explain.

Larus shivered and pressed closer to him, kissing him in turn and loving every touch and carress his lips made against the other's. "Oh my lord.." He whispered when he was pulled away for breath only to start the kiss up again, a small moan of enjoyment caught in his throat, unable to pass through their lips.

Very lightly, he ran one thin finger over the place where he knew the Dark Mark to be, through the fabric of Larus' pants. This way, there would be a little pain still, and still the heat, the burn, but it would not be excruciatingly painful. He was getting caught up in this. It could be dangerous.

Larus began to deepen the kiss, enjoying the touch readily. He moved his lips from the other to kiss his neck and then kiss his lips again. He just couldn't get enough. Such a passion and hunger he felt. He was moaning rather audibly now, the small pain caused by the other's finger along his mark was actually becoming enticing to say the least and he submitted wholy to the other, his arms wrapped about his neck. Perhaps he had spelled away the tent too fast.

Feeling that the other was enjoying the small pain he caused was another completely new surprise to the Dark Lord. One that he found inviting and arousing in a way that he was rather sure he had never felt before. As a teen, he had been very detached from others, though he had presented a good front socially. He pushed Larus to the ground again, this time pointing his wand at the boy's wrists, making a long, live snake wrap around them to restrain him. "That snake is poisonous. I wouldn't struggle too much if I were you..."

Larus blushed, wondering now what the other planned to do with him. "Of course my lord." He said, shivering at the feeling of the silky scales around his wrists. He looked up at the other through passionate eyes. He wanted him. He was feeling such heightened feels of love and pleasure.

"Of course, this must be taken care of before we visit the Malfoy family. We wouldn't want anything improper to happen, would we?" He ran the tip of his wand down the front of the boys clothes, some silent spell separating the fibers and laying him bare. He would repair them later. For now, he felt like being slow and torturous.

Larus was slightly confused. "My lord, this isn't just some one time thing." He said, moaning at the feel of the other's wand against him. "At least, I certainly hope not." He whispered, wishing the other was atop of him. "Please my lord, make me yours."

His snaking tongue followed the path his wand had taken, but it stopped just above his navel. There was more than one form of torture, some of it was painful, some of it was carnal. "Silence, Larus. At least...silence your words. I still want to hear you scream for me..." He pressed his fingers to the Dark Mark again, this time not so lightly, but at the same time he wrapped his thin fingers around the boy's arousal. The pleasure would be associated with the pain.

Larus gasped and arched against the other, pained but oh so pleasured."My lord!" he breathed out, shivering and writhing beneath him. "Oh gods my lord!" He was afire with such a trembling feeling. So much pain, all kissed away by pleasure, he was unable to grasp reality. "Uhn! Voldemort!" He huffed, his cheeks flushed at the sensations.

"The audacity to use my name..." He knew he was causing the boy's brain to be slightly compromised in this situation, but he also wanted him to learn control. He pressed harder against the Mark, but tightened his grip at the same time. He would not take the boy yet, not here, not out in the open like some kind of animal.

Larus shut his mouth instantly, at least from calling the other by his name. "My lord!" He whimpered, the pain mixed with the pleausre was very much driving him to his end, and he held tight. "My lord, I'm so close!" He all but screamed, his voice sounding slightly high in its tone as his body convulsed, readying for release.

Leaning forward, the Dark Lord whispered in Larus' ear, "What is my name, Larus...? But do not forget your place..." He meant for him to call him 'Lord Voldemort' rather than just 'Voldemort'. He kept the same tight grip for the next few strokes, bringing the boy's release to the edge.

"Oh my lord!" He shuddered with pleasure, working up the courage to say as the other wished him to say, he finally managed, just as he came, moaning out the other's name loudly. "Lord Voldemort!" He tensed so tightly as he finished and as the waves of orgasm washed over and subsided he lay spent, trying to catch his breath.

He smiled when Larus said his name, then looked at the viscous whiteness on his hand and the front of his cloak. He brought his hand to his face and touched it to his tongue, finding that the salty taste was vaguely satisfying in a way. Then he used his wand to clean himself and the boy, and unbound his wrists from the snakes. "When you have caught your breath, we will go to Malfoy Manor."

Larus nodded and sat up, righting himself. He smiled all the while of doing so. "Thank you, my lord." He said, frowning, "Would you not allow me to return the favor?" He asked, standing infront of him and trailing a hand down his chest.

"Not at the present, Larus. Perhaps at a later time. For now, we have very important matters to attend to." Voldemort pulled the hood of his cloak up over his head. He couldn't afford to be seen by the general population on the Malfoy property. Neither could the Malfoys afford such. "Let's go." He apparated promptly, appearing in the courtyard around the grand house, startling a peacock.

Larus pouted slightly when the other denied his attentions. He was distracted from this denial by the startled peacock. "Eccentric much?" He wondered aloud.

Lucius Malfoy felt a tug at the wards around his home. He calmly composed himself before he took a step to view through the peak-hole. Upon seeing his lord his eyebrows raised. Never the one to appear startled he spelled the door open, giving a small bow. "Good morn!" He said, stormy grey eyes searching over the two. Upon landing on Larus he raised an eyebrow. "You've brought a guest..."

"I assume you are not suggesting that I should announce myself or my guests before I arrive, Lucius," Voldemort answered coldly. "But good morning to you also. This is Larus." He gestured to the boy. "May we come in?" The question was rather pointless, as the man had no choice but to let them in, really.

Larus grinned at the other, sheepishly, but still a grin as if to wonder if Lucius put up with the attitude of their lord as he did. He gave Lucius a small nod and followed their lord inside.

Lucius disliked the boy' grin, he found it disrespectful. "How may I serve you today, my lord?" He asked, shutting the door behind the two and ready for his instructions.

"Larus has never attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He will be transferring there at the start of the new term. I have a very special purpose for him, and all that you must know is that he absolutely MUST become a member of Gryffindor." He paused and looked at the boy, a look that said he better remember what he was told. "He will need your family's help in getting to the school, as he is completely new to all of it. I trust you to do this, Lucius." His trust was threatening.

Draco stood at the top of the staircase, peering down at his father and the Dark Lord, his own Dark Mark burning in his presence. He could quite clearly hear what was being said, and he disapproved of having a potential Gryffindor in the house that prided itself in its pureblood line. He glared, but then thought better of it, disappearing to his bedroom.

Larus looked at the ground, resisting the everly strong urge to touch and kiss his lord. He sighed, wondering if he was allowed to speak or if it would be better to be quiet.

Lucius nodded. "Anything you say, my lord. I will be sure he is comfortable here until the start of school term. I will be sure he arrives safely and I will be sure he gets into Gryffindor, though something about him states it will be difficult, if I may ask why the complication? Is the boy not Slytherin?"

"He is very much suited for Slytherin, but I have a great task for him that would be very difficult to accomplish were he a Slytherin." Voldemort paused, contemplating just how much information to give to Lucius. "He must befriend the Potter boy, and bring him to me." He looked at the blonde man pointedly, warning him not to say a word to anyone, which he was sure he already knew quite well. He had no past problems with Lucius keeping secrets. "Also, the boy is already a Death Eater. Please treat him as your equal."

Lucius nodded but was incredibly confused. "But, where is his mark?" He asked not knowing where the emblem was truly hid. He didn't know if he trusted what he couldn't see.

Larus blushed at Lucius' question, and he could feel Lucius' eyes searching him, and it made him wonder if the other would think of the place their lord put it as intimate.

"It is in a place where no Gryffindor should see it." The Dark Lord stated quite simply. In the first place, the Mark had been put on his thigh because it was strategic. Only now had it become intimate. He decided that was something that Lucius Malfoy did not particularly need to know about him.

"All right. Larus was your name?" He asked the boy. Upon recieving a nod he smiled politely. "Well, let me lead you to a guest room." He said, looking to his lord to follow as he began to walk towards a hallway."Does he have any school things, my lord?"

Larus followed behind them quietly, trying to keep his hands behind his back. It was terribly difficult to not reach out and touch his lord. He frowned.

"He has nothing but what he is wearing. He is orphaned. Quite recently, actually." Voldemort smiled darkly. How odd that the boy should share something like that in common with him. And also with the Potter boy. Perhaps that would make it even easier for them to become friends. "He is old enough to be a fourth year, so an owl will have to be sent to Dumbledore, and he will have to be sorted separately from the first years." He trusted Lucius to do this as well, and to be clever enough to come up with a story for it.

"Of course, my lord, I can blame it on you." Lucius said, smirking. "Well, here is your room, Larus." He said, opening the door to a lavish room. "You look about the same size as my son, I am certain he would loan you a few items to wear."

Larus nodded shyly. "Are you leaving, my lord?" He asked Voldemort, not wanting the other to leave yet.

Voldemort smiled vaguely at Lucius' joke, then turned to Larus. "Yes, I am. Do not fear, we will be in touch. I will have many more instructions for you, and I will not always be able to deliver them in person." He turned to Lucius again. "Please see to it that he has the necessary things for school besides clothing. He is in your hands now, Lucius." With that, he gave the boy a last parting look, and disapparated.

Larus reached out as though to stop him and then sighed. "Oh my lord.." He whispered softly, missing the other greatly. "Please come back soon." He said quietly, forgetting Lucius was right there. "Hello." He said, blushing when he realized the other must have heard him.

Lucius narrowed his eyes, his head tilted slightly while trying to understand. "Yes, let me get my son down here. Draco! Come here please!" He said, his mind a thousand moments a second, wondering why the young boy had sent his lord such a lustful look.

"Yes, Father?" Draco answered as soon as he appeared in the doorway. He gave the boy a questioning look, but it only lasted for a second or two. At the moment, he felt relieved to have the Dark Lord out of the house. It always put him on edge to be near him, but he served him to please his father.

Lucius smiled at his son. "Larus will be joining you at school this year. The Dark Lord has asked us to take him in. He's a natural Slytherin, I will only tell you that for his lord's purpose he will be placed into Gryffindor, treat him with kindness. We also need some clothing for him until I go into Diagon ally."

Larus smiled at Draco, giving him a small nod. "Nice to meet you, Draco."

"Nice to meet you as well, Larus," the blonde boy answered, but he did not return the smile. "Come with me." He turned and left the room. He wasn't going to bring clothes to the room for him. That's what house elves were for. But he needed to make sure his clothes would fit for the time being.

Lucius decided then to retire. "If you boys need anything I will be in my study." And that was where he went.

Larus sighed as he followed Draco. He could tell the boy didn't like him much. "Have I done anything to offend you, Draco?" He asked, frowning. He didn't want to offend anyone, he'd offended the dark lord constantly, of course that lead to a hot and steamy session of.. what exactly was that? They didn't actually have sex. He couldn't call it love because he didn't know if the other loved him, intimacy? It was certainly that.. or was it just lust? He huffed, either way he would not do those things with Draco, so perhaps he should try to not offend them, he wanted to be loyal to his lord.

Draco chose not to answer the question. This strange boy, Larus, had done nothing specifically to offend him. He simply did not enjoy random strangers in his home, and he certainly did not enjoy lending his clothes out to them. "The Dark Mark is not on your arm. Where is it?" He wasn't generally so curious, but he found it strange that the Dark Lord would consider someone a Death Eater and yet not mark them in the place that all the others were marked.

Larus frowned. The dark lord hadn't mentione dhe couldn't say where it was so he bit his lower lip and nodded. "It's on the insde of my thigh..." He said, tugging his pants down to show him briefly before hastily pulling them back up. "It's for security reasons."

The blonde boy raised both eyebrows in suprise, his grey eyes wide for a moment. Did he have no decency? When they reached the door to his room, he finally spoke again. "Security reasons? I'm sure." He wasn't stupid, and he wasn't naive. While it could serve some security purpose, since this boy was going to be in Gryffindor, that couldn't be all it was for.

Larus nodded. "Well, what should we do? What's your school like?" He asked, frowning, "My old school.. was near yours I think. It's not talked about often, we're mainly practicer of dark things..." He said, frowning.

"Really? A school for dark magic?" Draco opened his closet and began rummaging through it to find something he wouldn't mind parting with. Actually, anything would do. He could always get new...well, everything, anyway. "Here." He tossed a pair of black pants, a white shirt, and a black cloak at him. "Now you'll look less like a muggle. You can't be seen with my family in what you've got on now." He sat in a chair, and gestured for Larus to change wherever he felt comfortable changing.

Larus nodded. "Yes, and of course I wouldn't disgrace your family. I didn't have time to dress appropriately before I had to aid my dying parents. " He said, sighing at the memory.He frowned at the thought. He missed his parents.

Draco raised an eyebrow, but then he smiled. He was beginning to like Larus, actually. "So, you want to know about Hogwarts? The house that you're going to, Gryffindor, is for lovers of mudbloods and muggles. They'll probably like you right away, just because that's how they are. I feel sorry for you. If you have to be friends with Potter, you'll have to be friends with Weasley, and that mudblood Granger girl." He made a face. "What do you want to know about Hogwarts, exactly?"

Larus smiled. "Just what I want." He said sarcastically. "I don't want to be surrounded by all of that, but for our lord I suppose I have to. Ugh. And I don't mind, which teachers should I befriend and which should I watch out for?"

"You should definitely watch out for McGonagall. She's a real pain. She's the Head of House for Gryffindor too. You should try to get on the good side of Professor Snape, which will be hard since you'll be in Gryffindor. He's the Head of House for Slytherin." He paused. "Watch out for Dumbledore. He's the Headmaster, and he's an old fool on the outside, but he's secretly clever. Just be careful."

Larus smiled. "Thank you, that will be very helpful." He sighed and sat on the bed. "How often does our lord come by? I miss him all ready.." he said, wishing he had someone to cuddle next to, especially if he could do so next to his lover.

Draco gave the boy a strange look. "You...miss him? I knew there were some really devoted-" He cut himself off, a sly look in his eye. "Are you his lover?" His aunt would have been very jealous if she could have heard, but it was probably fortunate that she hadn't.

Larus blushed. "I am not sure if I am allowed to disclose if I am or not." He said, biting his lower lip as he thought about how the lord's hands felt on his length and how he enjoyed their kiss. "Do you have a lover?"

Rolling his eyes, Draco answered, "No, I don't. And you answered my question anyway." He didn't have any particular interest in a lover of his own. "I've never really seen the point in having a lover." Truthfully, he barely had friends, but he wasn't exactly going to gush to anyone, let alone someone he hardly knew.

Larus smiled. "Well, the point is intimacy and love while having companionship and desire. Someone to be there for you. Someone you can be there for. But not all need that kind of thing." He smiled. "Well, are we eating any time soon? I am getting rather hungry."

Dramatically, he snapped his fingers, and a scared-looking house elf appeared in his room. "Yes, young Master Malfoy? What can I get for you?" is asked in its high-ish, elven voice. "When is dinner?" He wasn't even looking at the elf as he said it. It replied in its little voice, "In just a few moments, sir." He snapped again, and it disappeared. "Answer your question?"

Larus nodded. "Yes, and again I feel I have done something to irritate you." He said, wondeing if his lord was going to be at dinner with them. He hoped so, but he knew said man was probably off doing something or another. 

Draco rolled his eyes once again. "The only thing that's irritating me is you worrying that you're irritating me. Seriously, stop trying to be so nice. And the Dark Lord said you were really a Slytherin? Pfft." He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Larus gave a chuckle. "I want to be sure I am not irritating you so you don't run and tell your daddy who will tell our lord. He can be painful when punishing someone, sorry for being such a bother." He said, growling slightly in irritation of his own.

The blonde boy decided to overlook the slight insult, and stood up from his chair. "Let's go to the dining room. I can tell you more about Hogwarts when we finish dinner. There is a lot to know about it, besides teachers and all." He was beginning to get hungry too. "Tomorrow we'll probably go get you things of your own. Do you have any money?"

Larus nodded. "I inherited my parent's vault, they have more than enough to support me for years to come." He said, sighing. "But yes, food is a must." He said, his stomach growling. "Ugh, I suppose I will get dressed. We're both boys so.. you don't mind, right?" He just began to undress and re-dress in the clothing Draco had presented him. He spelled away his old clothing, humming. "There, then you can also tell me how things are done in your family. My family were pure and proper, but we didn't often interact with others."

"My family is not very different. Just...keep acting proper, I suppose." Draco yawned, then walked out of his room, expecting Larus to follow him. Dinner wasn't exactly something he looked forward to. He hated sitting there, making stuffy conversation and picking at his food. It was much better to eat in the social atmosphere of Hogwarts.

Larus nodded and followed after, hoping to see his beloved dark lord when he reached the end, but he severely doubted he would. He frowned and then his spirits were lifted as he smelled the food. "Oh my, smells delicious." He said, bowing to mister Malfoy.

Lucius smiled just barely. "Well, you've certainly cleaned up." It was his way of saying 'you don't look like some little rat.'. Lucius studied them both, wondering if they were getting along. "Well, why don't you two go and have a seat."

Draco nodded and took a seat opposite from his mother. She sat to Lucius' right, her position as matron of the house, and he sat to the left. He motioned for Larus to sit next to him, as was the position for guests. Quickly, without being summoned, the house elves served their dinner to them, being very careful not to touch any of it with their bare hands. That would have made it unfit to eat. Draco looked at his father, hoping he would make some more conversation. Having a guest might have turned out to be a nice opportunity to actually talk during a meal.

Larus grinned nervously. "So! Draco was telling me about Hogwarts, the teachers and such, what else can be told?" He asked, wondering if they did any sort of ritual before having their meal.

Lucius nodded. "Yes, there are certain teachers to look out for, especially if you're doing our lord's bidding. Did you tell him which one's Draco? There will also be plenty of time to get away, perhaps if you go to Hogsmeade or take extra curricular activities and such."

Draco nodded. "Yes, Father." He had forgotten about anything fun that could be done while at the school. The random appearance of the Dark Lord had shaken him a bit. "Father, about Hogsmeade...Larus won't be able to go unless he has a guardian's permission. Who will be his guardian?" He remembered many a trip to the village that he had enjoyed without the appearance of Harry Potter, who also had no signed permission form.

Lucius thought a moment. "Well your mother and I will be. In fact we um.. the dark lord requested we adopt him. He's lost his family and such and well, we'd be unkind to take him. You could learn much form him Draco, they're much advanced where he comes from. So, I will be his guardian."

Larus blinked. "Wow.. really?" He asked, his jaw dropped and then he grinned at Draco. "Awe, brother." He said, patting him on the head.

The blonde boy's jaw nearly dropped, and he struggled to smile instead of making his usual expression of disgust at being called 'brother.' "Mother, Father, that's wonderful news. I'm glad to hear that there will be an addition to the family." He looked at Larus, a smile vaguely disguising a look of warning. Of course, he still didn't dislike him. What he disliked was being shown up by someone he hardly knew, being shown favoritism by his own family. He looked down at his plate for a moment, taking a deep, silent breath. "Welcome to the Malfoy family, Larus."

Lucius chuckled inwardly at his son's turmoil. He knew he was getting jealous. "Of course, Draco there is very much you could teach him, that you in fact need to teach him, I trust you would do this."

Larus nodded. "Thank you for adopting me." He said to the three of them. "Mn, so, Draco, tell me about Hogsmeade?"

Draco was appeased by his father's comment, and he turned to Larus. "Hogsmeade is a village. Once you're a third-year, you are able to leave the castle to go on visits. It's for recreation. There are a lot of shops to visit, and also the Shrieking Shack." He didn't honestly believe the things that were said about the Shack, but he didn't mind trying to get others to believe it.

"Ohhh sounds like fun!" Larus said, nibbling his food. He sipped his goblet of juice and smiled. "Draco, I am very happy to be taught such nce things by you and your famly, and mister Malfoy, thank you so much for taking me in, I really am greatful."

Lucius smiled gently. "You're more than welcome. Desert will be soon, would you two like to share a room or should I get you your own room, Larus?" He asked the two.

While Draco really didn't like the thought of having to share his room with someone else - he had always been an only child, after all - he thought he might not mind sharing one with Larus. "We have more than enough rooms for you to have your own, but if you would like to share with me, you are welcome to." Those words had never come out of the blonde boy's mouth, and probably never would again after Larus.

Larus grinned. "I would love to share a room with you." He said, also being a lonely child and having no experience with sharing a room. "Thank you." He added, knowing the boy was making a rather interesting change to his everyday lifestyle.

Draco was silent for the rest of the meal, but he wasn't making faces or anything, like he usually did. He had realized, though, that taking Larus into their family made him a Malfoy, and that under the name of Malfoy, he would be attending Gryffindor. It would put a stain on the name, but of course, it was quite an honor that he should attend the house on the order of the Dark Lord. That more than made up for it.

Larus smiled. Supper had come to an end and he couldn't wait to get Draco to show him fancy spells and such and tell him more about school. "Draco, what should I know about the boy I'm supposed to befriend?"

In a personal sense, Draco could say that he honestly knew nothing about Harry Potter. He only knew what he saw from afar, and the little random confrontations that consisted of dirty words and dirty looks, and Harry's anger. It was usually quite satisfying. "He has a bit of a temper, but that's usually for me." He paused to smile smugly. "He's the star of Gryffindor, their golden boy. A savior. In any case, he seems annoyingly friendly. You'll have no problems." As a last thought, he added, "He speaks Parseltongue."

"Parsletongue? That's a neat trait to have. Well, if he's friendly as you say then my task should be an easy one." Larus yawned. "Mn, I am getting so tired. Do you want me to transfigure a bed, where do you want it?" He asked, leting the blonde decide how his room was made .

"Let me move my bed so there will be somewhere to put it..." Draco flicked his wand in the general direction of his bed, causing it to slide along the floor until it came into contact with the far wall. "There, now you can put your bed next to mine." He smiled slightly, a bit excited now that he was resigned to being a sibling.

Larus grinned and did so, making the bed rather easily. He hummed as he made his wand swish and give a little flick of wrist and then he bounced on his newly made bed. "Ohh it's comfy." He said, at wonder, and not for the first time in his life, at how magic was just so strange. This bed.. was real. It was truly there, it was truly functional... but it was made out of pure magic.

Draco sighed and sat on the edge of his bed. "So now what? It's still pretty early..." Normally, he would amuse himself by messing with some house elf, or reading, or practicing simple little spells. But with someone else, he had no idea what to do. "Can I see it? Your Dark Mark, I mean. I'll show you mine, but it's just on my arm." It was an awkward question, he knew, but he was really curious as to what it would look like somewhere other than an arm. He knew he had already seen it once, but he wanted to see it more clearly. He took off his cloak, and then he took off his shirt. It was faster than just rolling up the sleeve.

Even though Larus remembered specifically showing the other his mark earlier in a quick fashion, he decided to show him again, perhaps the blonde's memory was off. He stripped his pants andparted his legs to show him the side it was on. "Right there.." He said, blushing at the awkwardness.

The blonde stared for a few solid seconds, this time not raising his eyebrows. "Okay." He had to admit that he found it an attractive place for the Mark, but he couldn't imagine how much it must have hurt. It hurt enough to get it put on his forearm. He just held out his arm to show Larus his Mark. "Nothing special," he said, shrugging. It wasn't a very good exchange, to show him his arm in exchange for him stripping. "Sorry, that was a weird request."

Larus nodded. "Yes, it was, but I understand I think." He said, smiling. "Ah well. It hurt like hell, but it was worth it I think." He remembered the marking and he also remembered the rest of the night when his lord used the mark against him and they ended up getting sexual. He blushed and a sly grin came across his lips. "Very worth it."

"Oh, I knew it! Security reasons, huh?" Draco laughed. "I never really thought of the Dark Mark as a tool for sexual deviancy." He grinned. "Probably not my business...but what did you two...do?" He was a little disturbed at his own interest in the topic, but chose to ignore that thought. He was curious.

Larus huffed as his face turned a darker chade of red. "That's top secret information." He said, although he couldn't stop his smile from widening. "It's on a need to know basis only."

"What if I said I needed to know?" Draco grinned. "Personally, I would like to know if I'm going to wake up to my new brother doing something weird with our Dark Lord." He really didn't think that said Dark Lord would allow for something like that. He wouldn't probably use some sort of spell to assure that Draco would not wake up in such an event. But it was slightly useful leverage.

"I don't think you have to worry about that, he's not so great about public affections." Larus replied, sadness seeping into his voice. "I didn't even get to return the favor yet, he didn't outright take me, just used his hand onme..."

Draco's eyes got wide, and he blushed ever so slightly. "Wow. But I guess I would expect him not be big into public affection. It would ruin his image as a powerful dark wizard if he started showing love to someone." Now the blonde was trying his best to keep images from forming in his head, but it was difficult with Larus right in front of him. He had a reference for his face and everything. "Ummm...so, you really love him, huh?"

"Yes, I do." He frowned. "I don't know how I came to love him though, I just sort of.. we clicked." He said, using a familiar mortal word. "I think we did anyhow, I tend to annoy him into punishing me or mollesting me, neither of which I really mind."

"From what little I know personally about the Dark Lord, the fact that he molested you instead of killing you means that he feels something for you." Draco said this rather flatly, instead of matter-of-factly. It was only that, in his experience, if you annoyed Lord Voldemort, you were two words away from death. That was it. "You're probably really lucky."

Larus smiled at this. "Yes, but I wish I could just summon him here or something, I don't want to do that without good reason, and just wanting to spend time with him might not be a good reason." He smiled and sat on the edge o his bed.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I wouldn't recommend that. You should probably have a very good reason for summoning him with the Dark Mark. I've seen what happened when other Death Eaters did that without a very good reason." He paused. "They died." He paused again. "But seeing as how you're lucky, you would probably just be punished the way you like to be."

Larus nodded."I know, isn't he so dangerous." He said, grinning. "Maybe I just have this thrill about me.. that I have to be in danger before I get excited." He said jokingly, giving a shrug. "I wish I could just kiss him before bed or something."

"You confuse me a little," Draco said, smiling. "It's not like I'm inhuman or something. I've just never had a lover, so I don't really understand where you're coming from." He looked up at the ceiling of his room. "To be completely honest, and you have to swear not to tell anyone, I've never even really kissed someone."

Larus tilted his head. "Awe, well you'll find that someone. I'd only been kissed by our lord to be honest.. I've fooled around with others my own age before, but never actually kissed them. "

"Fooled around but never kissed? Yeah, I know what that's like..." Draco sighed. "I'm not sure I will find 'that someone', but I'm sure I'll at least find someone I'm not unwilling to kiss. There has to be someone attractive enough." He smiled. "Do you think, for me, that it will be a boy or a girl? I want your honest opinion here."

"Secretly I think you'll have a girl for show and tell, but a boy for love" Larus said, tilting his head as he studied the other. "?You just.. come off that way." He laughed. "If that makes sense."

Draco blushed rather brightly. "Well...I guess that does make sense. I suppose if that's the way you see me..." He flopped back onto his bed. "Just so you know, I'm not mad at you for saying that or anything." He turned onto his side so he could see Larus. "I have never had a conversation like this with anyone in my entire life."

"Is that a good thing?"He asked, smiling. "mn, do you think our lord would be mad if I summoned him for a goodnight kiss?"

"I guess it's a good thing. Well, yeah, it is." He sighed. "He probably would be mad, so you'd get more than a kiss. But I can leave if you want to try it. I'll go to a guest bedroom or something."

"I'll take a guest room real quick, don't need you getting hexed and kicking you out of your own room." Larus grinned and waltzed out to a different room, humming as his adrenaline worked itself up as he stroked his mark, attempting a summon.

"Well, okay then." Draco laid on his back again and stared at the ceiling. He hoped that his father and his mother wouldn't catch Larus and the Dark Lord. He doubted they would be very understanding, and they would most likely lose respect for their Lord. He turned out his light with his wand, then turned over to go to sleep, assuming he would be spelled into sleep when the Dark Lord arrived anyway.

Many, many miles away, somewhere in the dark, Lord Voldemort felt the slight tingle of a summon. Who would have had the guts to summon him? Was something going wrong? Had someone been caught? Or was it...he didn't have anymore time to think about it. He responded to the summon as quickly as possible, apparating to the source of it. Malfoy Manor. So it was Larus. He burst through the front door, and stalked up the stairs, coming into contact with Larus almost immediately.

Larus squealed. "Ohhh it worked!" He grinned and clung to the other. "Make love to me? I missed you.." He said, a pout stamped on his lips. He kissed him sweetly. "Please?"

In the guest room, Voldemort picked Larus up by his throat and slammed him against the wall, but not hard enough to seriously injure him. "Summoning me is only for emergencies..." He brought his face closer to Larus', teasing him with a quick brush of their lips before throwing him almost gently onto the bed in the room. He followed, straddling him and coming close to his face again. "You want me to make love to you...?" he hissed.

"This is an emergency." Larus said after he was slammed against the wall." Larus grinned. "Yes, that's the emergency, if you don't make love to me.. who knows what could happen!" He said, shivering in delight at the small kiss on the lips. When the other straddled him and asked him if he wanted him to make love to him he nodded and kissed him hard.

"Who knows what would happen? Are you insinuating that you would be unfaithful to me...?" Voldemort hissed again, breaking their kiss. This time he used his bare his hands, rather than his wand, to remove Larus' clothes. "If this is such an emergency, then I suppose it better be dealt with." He brushed a finger across the boy's lips, willing him through his teasing to suck on it.

"Never that!" He said, sucking on the other's finger almost whorishly. "I'd just die." He said, parting from the finger momentarily before taking it back in his mouth. "Mnnn." He moaned while he lathered his lord's finger with his spit, looking up at him through hooded eyes that begged to be taken.

The Dark Lord shivered at the look, and the feel of the boy's tongue on his finger. It was something he was unaccustomed to feeling, and he nearly lost control for a moment. But he regained control, and he decided to skip all forms of foreplay. He took his finger from Larus' mouth, and keeping his eyes on the boy's face, slipped it inside of him.

Larus gasped and looked at his lover, his eyes had widened but were now once again hazed and he leaned up, kissing the other hotly while moving against the invading digit. "Mn! My lord!"

The Dark Lord continued to study Larus' face, intrigued and aroused by his expressions. He was unaware of what his own face might be doing, until he smirked and then inserted another finger. "Larus...this is what you wanted, yes?"

"Yes, my lord, to be yours in this way." He insisted, hoping the other wasn't plannig on stopping any time soon, he craved him, needed him, would die if he didn't feel his lord inside him.

Though he hadn't thought it previously possible, the snake-like wizard found himself becoming aroused by Larus' sexuality rather than his pain. It was a first for him. He continued preparing him with his long, dextrous fingers. He attached his lips to Larus' collarbone and sucked hard, leaving a dark red mark in his wake.

Larus blushed at the suckling he was given on his collar, no doubt there would be a mark, he wondered how to explain that to the Malfoy patriarch. He groaned accepted his lover's fingers deeper inside his body as they could go and wished to be met with finally physically with the other. He wanted him. Why couldn't they make love already?

It was most likely that Lucius would assume something had transpired between Larus and Draco, and the Dark Lord thought it better that the blonde man believe such. "On your hands and knees before me, Larus. I will give you what you desire." He wasn't sure what compelled him to do this, whether it was for the boy or himself, and in either case it wasn't any less confusing.

Larus did as he was told, wanting and craving to be taken by the older man. He clutched at the nicerug that was atop the marble floor he laid out on. "I need you." He whispered softly, wanting to feel this long fingers grasp his hips and pull their bodies together. 

By Merlin, just what was he doing? The dark wizard ignored the voice of caution in his head and parted the front of his robes without a touch. His thin fingers embraced the slight curve of Larus' hips and pulled him back, pressing his naked length against the tight entrance, teasing with the thought of penetration. "Please do try to control the volume of your voice in the moments to come, Larus..." With only that warning, he pushed in, slowly but not too gently impaling the boy upon him.

Larus was shocked into a silent scream anyhow and couldn't have made a voice if he had wanted, at first. He whimpered quietly as he tried desperately to adjust to the girth and length inside of him. "Love...." He clutched at the floor, and clenched his teeth, trying to keep from being loud, but in reality he wanted to scream and call out.

He shivered as he adjusted to the sudden tight heat himself, then managed to extract his wand from a pocket of his robe. Silently, he waved it above Larus, and there was very little change, except that even his small whimper had gone quiet. "There, make as much noise as you want, it will all come out silent. But you can relax more, at least..." He shivered once again as he buried himself entirely inside the boy, holding there for a few seconds. He cold feel Larus' pulse from inside him, resonating with his own faint heartbeat for a moment.

Larus moaned and groaned with pleasure, aptnging and arching back to meet the other while he felt the other burried inside. "Please, please move.. I can't.. don't hold still please.." He was begging the other to begin movement, hoping the stretching sensation died down. He wanted to feel him move that hot and heavy length in and out, he was drowned with lust.

No words escaped Voldemort's thin lips, no sounds as he complied and slid almost all the way out, and then slid back in. It was more accepting this time, he was adjusting, but the dark wizard would not have been gentle in the first place. Still grasping Larus' hips, he controlled his movement, repeating the motion he had just performed, establishing a slow rhythm. "How does it feel, Larus...?"

"It feels.. it feels...." Larus trailed off as he let the other move inside of him. "Ahn, it feels so nice, my lord." He whispered while his eyes closed and he savored every movement with small mewls of pleasure and sometimes surprised little gasps when different spots were hit inside of him.

"Good..." Voldemort replied, closing his red eyes for a moment as a wave of feeling washed through him. The sensation was pleasurable, tingling all the way to the tips of his long fingers. He hissed in pleasure, most likely the only sound that would be issuing from him, but he particularly enjoyed the sounds that Larus was making before him. He leaned closer over him, and one of his hands slipped from the boy's trembling hip to the aching organ between his legs.

The loud yelp of pleasured surprise Larus gave startled himself and his soft moans from before quickly rose in volume as he was touched by his lover, doing all he could to meet his thrusts and he writhed and begged for hader,more rough treatment from him. "Please.. my lord.. harder, faster, please." He whined softly, in tears from delight.

It had been a good decision to cast that charm before Larus' volume had risen. He should have known there would be no way for the boy to follow his original order, but he was too caught up in the pleasure himself to reprimand him for it. He gave in to the boy's wishes and thrust harder and faster, the wetness and the way it hugged him driving him closer to sweet release.

Larus couldn't stop calling out to him. He couldn't stop shivering and tightening around the other in sheer pleasure. He'd never felt like this before, he'd never been taken like this before and he certainly hadn't ever screamed like this before for any reason. He was close and his accurate meeting of the other's hips was becomming more erratic as he met him tighter and harder. "Close my lord.." He managed to stutter out.

A muscle in his jaw twitched, and the Dark Lord tightened his grip around Larus' shaft, stroking his tighter and faster. He continued to thrust, sure he would bruise the boy, but delighting in the way he spasmed and clutched around him. It was delicious. He hissed in pleasure once more, nearing his climax even as he drove Larus to his.

Larus couldn't hold out at all. He finished harshly, sure he spilt some of his seed on his lover's hand and sure he was extra tight about him while he finished, wondeirng if the other could feel his insides pulse with pleasure around his hardness. "My lord!" He shouted, all but collapsing on the ground as he held tight to the rug he lay upon to keep sane.

The sudden tightness was enough to cause anyone to let go, and the dark wizard gasped as he climaxed, spilling deep inside the boy. It was such an amazing feeling, and it made him lightheaded for a moment. He was not completely unaccustomed to the feeling, but it had been such a long time since he had engaged in physical indulgences. "Larus..." he whispered, and began to pull out slowly and gently.

Larus turned around as the other pulled out of him and threw his arms about his lord, holding tight to his form. "My lord. My love. Thank you." He whispered over and over again, pressing kisses wherever his lips could reach. He felt so complete and he didn't want the other to leave as he knew he would soon.

Lord Voldemort held Larus' chin in his hands, and fixed his intense red gaze on him. "Shhh, be still for the moment. I know you will attempt to whine to me, and try to keep me here, but I am leaving at once." He closed his eyes for a moment, opened them again, and narrowed them. "Larus...I will return before you must go to school." He extracted himself from Larus' embrace and dressed himself once more.

Larus pouted at his lover. "Oh, but you can't sleep beside me?" He really wanted the other to cuddle up to him at night but decide that as long as he would be seeing the other again before they went off to school, he was fine with him not being there all of the time. "I'll miss you."

"I believe you already know the answer to that. It is impossible for me to sleep next to you, at least not yet. Be patient." The Dark Lord brushed his fingertips over Larus' cheek, and without another word, disapparated from the Malfoy house. He knew it was very abrupt, and that Larus would be disappointed, but he would wait for him.

Larus pouted at his lover's hasty retreat and made his way back to Draco's room. "Dray, are you asleep?" He asked, moving to get into his own bed after stripping to the boxers he'd hastily placed back on. He didn't know if the blonde was up or if he knew what had just transpired but he was bored now and needed a friendly voice to talk to.

"Of course not," Draco answered as he rolled over to face Larus. "I'm sure nobody else in the house is either. The Mark burns when He's near. But don't worry, I doubt they heard anything. I didn't either. What happened?" He kicked the covers to the end of his bed and sat up, rubbing a bit of sleep from his eyes.

Larus blushed at this news. "I didn't know that. We uh.. well he put silencing wards and stuff up so that's why you didn't hear. Um.. we made love." He said, turning more and mroe red as he confessed this. "but he wouldn't stay.." He said as an pouty afterthought.

"You made love, as in he put...in..." Draco's mouth was hanging open for a moment, but he quickly shut it. "Right, okay, I suppose I should have seen that one coming. As for leaving, I think that goes without saying. You're staying in the house of his most trusted Death Eater. Appearances and all... um, so, can I ask...what was it like?"

"It was painful at first, but.. when we got into a good.. moving rhythm it was so nice Draco. It felt so good to be connected with him that way, not to mention the mere feelnig of him being.. inside there..." He shivered and now missed his lover more than anything. "Ohhh I can't wait to sneak out of school to have coupling sessions with him. He's actually rather nice and sweet as a lover." Larus said with his cheeks still tinted in red.

The pale blonde boy turned a vibrant shade of red, but he could think of little to say. It was terribly embarrassing to discuss what they were discussing, but he was a little...what was it...jealous? He frowned. "I think I have to admit, Larus, that I'm jealous of you. Not for being with the Dark Lord or anything, but for having a lover..." If it was possible for him to blush more, he would have. "You should be careful about sneaking out, though. It's hard to do, and Dumbledore and the other teachers will probably watch you more closely than other students."

"Why? Because I'll be new?" Larus asked with a frown. He didn't see why that should immediately ostracize him and have priveledges taken from him. "Why wouldn't they watch everyone so close?" He asked with an even deeper pout. "I just don't see what the problem is."

"Because you're..." Draco sighed. "Look, they watch Potter like a hawk, and he's an orphan too. He's also a celebrity. But...you've been orphaned and placed with a pureblood family that's got connections to the Dark Lord. If Dumbledore doesn't already know that, then I'm a muggle. I'm not telling you to be a good boy and stay in your dorm, just don't get caught. It's tough." The blonde recalled all of the times he had been in trouble already, and the punishments he had been given by his father..."Anyway, once we're in school, I probably won't see you much, except in Potions, since you'll be in Gryffindor." He shrugged.

"Oh yeah I forgot about that." Larus felt his only friend was much not going to be able to be his friend anymore and it saddened him. "Well, I suppose I'll make the best of it, the old man can't possibly know everything that goes on in the school,right?" He smiled and curled up under his blankets. "I think I'll sleepnow, Dray. Night."

*~~*~*~*~

Larus wasn't used to waking to the sound of someone talking to him and hearing Lucius' voice startled him out of his dreamfilled stupor. "Oh! Goodmorning mister Malfoy."

Lucius looked oldly at Larus for a moment before rolling his eyes. "Good morning. I was just tellig Draco to get ready. I have to get your school things. So if you would, be up and ready." And with that, Lucius left the room, leaving larus and draco to their own devices.

"Is he always so.. quiet and.. mean?" Larus asked while he stood up and spelled on some attractive clothing consisting of tight jeans and a black button-down shirt.

Draco tipped his head to the side and regarded Larus oddly. "Quiet and mean? I see it more as...impatient. You haven't seen him mean yet. Perhaps in Diagon Alley..." A small smirk crossed Draco's face for a moment, then it faded away. He was thinking of some of the times that he and his father had met Potter and his idiotic friends there, and wondered if perhaps Larus being seen with him and his father would be detrimental to the Dark Lord's plans? "Anyway, you'll be needing a robe. Father wouldn't be caught dead with a kid dressed as a muggle. You can probably wear one of mine, I'm sure it will fit."

"Your father thinks too much of appearances." Larus said but took the offered robe and spelled his jeans into slacks instead. "Is this better?" He rolled his eyes and fixed his hair to be straight and neat. He wondered what Diagon Alley was all about.

"Actually, yeah, you look pretty good." Draco shrugged and fastened the front of his robe with a silver pin decorated with the family crest. It had been a present from his father and mother when he had returned home earlier that summer. "Come on, father will be waiting for us. We can't apparate like we usually do. We'll have to use the floo network instead." He grabbed Larus' sleeve and led him out of the room and downstairs.

Larus ran downstaires with Draco and after being scruitinized by Lucius they were given a nod as though to tell them they were appropriately attired.Lucius pulled them close and whispered the words to diagon alley and before Larus knew which way was up, he was on his feet, luckily having managed not to fall in the middle of an abandoned shop, having just come out of the fire place. He had used the floo system before so he wasn't surprised and after a bit of self-dusting off he smiled. "Well, that was fun."

Lucius didn't seem to agree. "Yes to you it may have been fun, but I detest using the floo network. It's a rather unsettling business if you ask me. Now, Draco, why don't you two run off to get your books and I'll be in the clothing shop, preparing orders for your robes and such."

Draco nodded obediently, and answered, "Yes, father," before heading off in another direction. This time he did not grab Larus' sleeve, but assumed he would follow him nonetheless. As he walked, he pulled a piece of folded parchment from an inside pocket of his robe. He unfolded it and glanced at Larus. "This is the list of books we'll be needing. Let's hope we don't run into Potter and his friends while we're here." He frowned and looked at the ground for a moment.

"What's the matter, Draco?" Larus asked, spotting a bookshop that he suposed they would be shopping in. "I think that's what we're supposed to do though.. is run into them, right? I mean.. that way I can establish a fake friendship.. but.. I don't know it's all so confusing." Larus frowned and found one of the books he needed before running smack into a tall figure with a very dis-encouraging outlook.

"Children, do watch where you're going." The voice that spoke was an irritated drawl of a sound, thick and yet somehow interestingly sultry to one's ears. "Mister Malfoy, perhaps you should have your friend here, be a little more careful."

"And who are you?" Larus asked, getting up off of the floor he'd fallen on.

"Your potions professor, Severus Snape." The man replied, glaring at the boy with his disrespectful tone. "And who are you, petulent young man?"

"Larus....." Larus said, glaring back into the black eyes of their professor. "Larus Avareti." He saw a flash of something in Severus' eyes and he wondered if maybe he wasn't a follower of their lord. He looked to Draco for help with the issue.

Draco glanced at Larus from the corner of his eye, resisting the urge to glare at him. He looked at his professor, and replied, "Of course, Professor Snape. Larus does not mean to be rude. He has been taken in by my family, as he has none left." The blonde boy had no way to communicate to Larus that Snape was on their side. He decided perhaps he could just tell him after their encounter was over..."If you'll please excuse us, sir, we've got to finish getting our books before meeting my father."

"Lucius is out an about? I'll go find him then. Be more careful." Severus said, leaving the shop with a flourish.

Larus crinkled his nose. "What a strange.. dark.. and scary man.. Is he on our side?"

Severus found Lucius and nodded in greeting. "You've taken someone in? That's rather unheard of."

"It's not by will. Our lord has keen interest in the boy, and I am to treat him like he's my own by his orders. If you ask my opinion, there's something between the two that's not exactly public knowledge." Lucius stated "Why, did he cause you trouble?"

"Hardly, he ran into me, not on purpose, but he doesn't seem to know how to reply to those higher up than he. But naturally, all young boys are rude little brats." Severus replied, curious at Lucius' statement. "But that is the boy our lord mentioned then? What a curious thing. At least he gets along well with Draco."

Draco sighed and continued gathering books on the list for a moment. "I supposed you could say that. Sometimes it's a bit questionable. But it's only fair to warn you that you'll probably never get a long with him. He hates Gryffindor, and especially Potter. So...good luck with him. Maybe he'll be nicer to you since you're practically my brother-" As he realized the truth in his statement, he stopped and looked at Larus. "Is that okay with you, Larus, being my brother?"

Larus nodded."That would be nice. I've never had any siblings." He stated, curious at the turn of events his lie had taken. "Well, so after this we just have to get fitted at the clothing store?"

"Yes he is getting along with Draco. For now, at least." Lucius said, pompously. "It's a strange thing to see Draco in the presence of another and he seems taken with the boy as a sibling-figure, so I suppose the boy's all right by me. He has to be with our lord's influence, which, I might add, is an interesting thing indeed."

"Interesting? How do you mean?" Severus asked, alight with curiosity.

"Well, he's making the boy a spy, to spy on potter, however, there seems to be a certain... attachment between our lord and Larus. I daresay I wonder what it is."

The blonde boy frowned and looked away again. "I've never had any siblings either. It would probably be best not to tell Potter and his friends that you're my brother, though. They might not trust you as well if they know that." His mouth remained a sort of grim slash even after his frown had faded. "Anyway, let's get to Madam Malkin's to get our robes. I'm sure Father is waiting."

""All right." Larus said, smiling up at his blonde friend. He eyed many other shops he'd of liked to go into but decided not to and when they were again with Lucius, mister Snape was there too. "We've got our books, Mister Malfoy!"

Lucius forced a smile on his lips and nodded. "Very well, let's get you outfitted then." He gestured for the shop-keeper to tend to Draco and Larus before he turned back to Severus. "Perhaps you and I can talk later, Severus, I need to get these two situated. Perhaps in your office at the school or maybe you could come to myhome?"

"Either or, keep me posted." Severus stated, looking to the young men "Be well, the two of you." He left with a quick turn after his goodbyes.

Larus smiled. "Thank you mister malfoy." He said in thanks for the books and their robes. And at Lucius' nod he held his hands out to be fitted by a magic tape-measure.

Draco did not follow suit, but instead stood next to Larus and watched him get fitted for his robes. He was rather surprised that Madam Malkin didn't try to make some annoyingly polite conversation with he and his father, especially about how they had a new person with them. It was well-known that the Malfoys had only one pampered and special son. Why would they suddenly have two? The thought made him jealous, and the feeling seaped into his chest and turned his slight frown into a scowl for moment, but he quickly reigned it in and glanced at his father. Larus' fitting was almost finished.

Larus smiled and after he was fitted he stood by Lucius. "Are we going anywhere else today, mister Malfoy?"

"If you two boys want to go run along somewhere, be free to roam. I can find something else to do." Lucius replied, looking to Draco for either a nod or some sign that he was wanting to go out with Larus and see the other shops. "I could let you have the day even and meet you in the square at a time later?"

Draco met his father's eyes and nodded once. "Thank you, Father. We will meet you at five this evening?" He wondered a bit at his generosity, but dared not question it. He waited for his father's nod of approval, then took Larus by his robe sleeve and pulled him off in another direction again. "Is there anywhere you'd like to go, Larus? I've been here thousands of times, I'm so bored..." He turned his head to look around the intersection they had come to, and stopped dead as he spotted familiar untidy black hair exiting a shop across from them. He glared for a moment, then turned to Larus. "Oh look, Larus, this is your lucky day. That's Potter."

The black-haired boy, Harry James Potter, had just exited the Leaky Cauldron accompanied by his two friends, when he found Draco Malfoy's hateful gaze upon him, and he stopped as well. Hermione and Ron stopped as well, concerned expressions quickly turning to ice as they saw the blonde boy as well. "Come on, Harry, let's just go before he starts something..." Hermione tugged on the sleeve of his jacket.

Larus frowned at Draco. "He.. doesn't look like much.. Why does our lord have a problem with a brat looking thing like him?" He asked, truly not sure why Harry Potter was such a huge problem for their lord when he was only a boy just like they were. He must not be catching onto something. He still had a role to play and smiled kindly atthe dark haired, green eyed individual.

Harry frowned in confusion, and turned to Hermione. "That kid standing next to Draco...he just smiled at me..." It hadn't seemed like one of malicious intent either. It was a...friendly smile. "Is this some new tactic I wasn't aware of? Killing with kindness, literally?"

"Oh, seriously? At least wait until I'm not around to make nice with each other. You'll make me look bad." Draco pouted a bit and crossed his arms over his chest. "But if you'd like to go make friends, you're more than welcome to. I would bet they will give you a chance. They're like that." He gave Larus a small smirk and turned to leave almost at once. He had an idea of somewhere to go. There was someone he thought he might like to run into again before the day was over...

"Don't just leave me here!" Larus called out after his blonde friend but when the stuck up brat left he was all alone and decided to at least have an icecream which he luckily had some galleons and sickles in his pocket to pay for it with and sat at a table, wondering if the potter brat would come over. At the same time he wished he was with his lover somewhere, having a date.

Quite busy with his potions shopping, Severus had a feeling he'd probably end up seeing his blonde house-student again soon before the day was out as he'd just seen potter pass by, but that was more than alright by him. He put his things at the counter and paid for them, and went to a deserted table arranged outside of the store to read until anything interesting happened.

"Harry, Malfoy just left him. You don't think he just stopped being friends with him for smiling at you?" Ron looked at Harry in confusion, and Hermione tugged at his sleeve lightly once more. "Look, he's sitting alone now. Do you think we should talk to him?" Harry nodded to both of them and started toward the boy.

Draco wound his way through Diagon Alley, and was just rounding a corner, only to stop in his tracks as he saw the familiar silhouette of his Head of House. He wondered if he should disturb him, he appeared to be reading something, and he didn't want to provoke the wrath of this man. He knew that he was capable of being quite intimidating if he wanted to be. He took a deep breath, and walked across the street to the front of the book store, taking the empty seat across the table from Professor Snape.

Larus looked up at the others approached, and he wondered if they would buy ice cream, he felt very awkward eating it suddenly. "Good day." He said to the trio, wondering if he didn't sound too.. evil and he realized he had a certain mischivous quality to his tone but would correct it when they spoke to him.

"Hey, there, mate, looked like your friend kind of left you." Ron said, crossing his arms over his chest while Hermione looked at Larus concerned.
"Are you okay?" She asked him, pity in her eyes.

Severus looked to see Draco and put his book down. "Well, young mister Malfoy, what brings you to this side of the alley hmn? Your father actually let you have free time?"

Harry hailed the owner of the ice cream shop and ordered them three ice creams, then joined the others at the table. "I'm Harry. What's your name?" He offered his hand, hoping this boy had not been too spoiled by Draco to take it as anything other than a friendly gesture.

Draco refrained from letting the smirk reach his lips, but it was in his voice despite his efforts. "Well, it doesn't happen too often. I have to take advantage of it when I can..." He looked away quickly. "Of course, I had to ditch Larus first." He crossed his legs and folded his hands in his lap. He felt the need to be proper around his teacher, even though they were somewhere beyond being exactly proper with each other.

"I'm Larus Avareti." Larus replied taking Harry's hand and shaking it as offered. "So, you three go to hogwarts?" He asked, enjoying his icecream, but wishing it was his lover across from him and not his mission.

Ron nodded. "We're all three in Gryffindor, what house are you looking to join?"

"Gryffindor as well. Nothing else appeals to me." Larus replied, even as it was a large lie. He greatly wished to be rooming with Draco in Slytherin.

Hermione smiled. "Oh, well that's a relief. We saw you talking with Malfoy and figured you'd be a Slytherin."

"What is the deal with you and Larus exactly? I know he's on our side and I know that he's working under our lord.. but there's something else I'm missing I feel." Severus replied to Draco, watching him curiously.

"I don't think I've ever seen him walking around alone, without Crabbe or Goyle, or his mommy and daddy." Harry made a bit of a face, but softened it when he looked at Larus again. "Anyway, if you're going to be in Gryffindor, I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to become friends. So, where are you from, Larus?" The shop owner brought them their ice creams and Harry began to eat his almost enthusiastically. It must have been the years of being left whatever Dudley didn't eat, which was nothing.

Draco looked away, but felt the gesture had already revealed that he knew more than he was letting on. Severus Snape was far too clever to believe that he didn't know anything. "To tell you what I know would be to betray the Dark Lord, whether you are a follower or not." His voice was not as confident as he would have liked it to be.

Larus felt a stab of anger at this boy for talking badly about Draco. "I'm from.. Germany." He said, though he had no accent. "I was born there anyway. I was raised in the southern half of England after I turned five however." He smield. "What do you three do for fun?"

"Mnn I see. so they're.. how strange. I never thought him capable of such a .. thing. Anyway, Draco, have you been a good boy and studied at all over the summer?" Severus asked, stressing his question with a sense of sensuality in his words.

"I...see." Harry fell silent at the abrupt change of subject. Hermione picked up the conversation, however. "Germany! That's interesting. Ummm...for fun, I mostly like to read." She smiled her goofy, sort of unattractive smile, and then Ron joined the conversation. "I play Wizard chess, and sometimes gobstones, but not as much. Harry plays Quidditch. He's the seeker for the Gryffindor house team. You ever played Quidditch, Larus?"

Draco opened his mouth to answer, but no sound came out for a moment as he met the dark, piercing gaze of his professor. "I...yes, sir. I have." It was hard to supress a shiver beneath that stare. "Though...it has been more difficult lately, as I am forced to spend more time with Larus..."

Larus blinked several times. "No." He said, he didn't even know what quidditch was. "I'm not much into sports is all." He said, shrugging, but he figured it was a sport since they talked about playing it.

Hermione felt Larus was a kind boy, but that there was something dark hiding in his soul. "So, what do your parents do?"

Larus gave hermione a dark look and frowned. "My parents.. are dead." He said, abruptly, having not thought of them for a while since he'd been with his lord. He felt his eyes sting for a moment as though he would cry and he clamped up for a minute. "They were.. fighting you see. To.. destroy the dark lord..." What he really meant to say was that they were fighting for him.

"Yes, I'm sure it has. But I suppose what you haven't covered can be made up in classes outside of actual class time. Perhaps for an hour or so a day..." Severus suggested, looking into those blue eyes and that whiteblonde hair as white as Lucius'.

Hermione covered her hand with her mouth in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Larus, I didn't mean..." She blushed behind her hand. "That sounds just like Harry, you know. His parents were killed by You-Know-Who too," Ron mumbled to cover for her. Harry nodded almost imperceptibly, a hurt look crossing his face for a moment. "It's okay, I understand. So, uh...hey, want to join us this evening for dinner? We're staying here in town tonight."

This time Draco could not supress his shiver at his professor's words. "Yes, sir," he replied, his voice quavering slightly. He blushed, and knotted his hands into his robe underneath the table. Somehow, Severus always managed to make him feel vulnerable and shaken, but he liked it. He couldn't refuse. And his father had no idea that anything of this sort was going on.

Larus sighed and smiled at them. "It's okay, really. They.. died for a good cause." He said with a shrug, trying to brush it off. Oh the irony of the cause of their death. He smiled as bright as he could and thought about dinner. "Well I have to be back in the square by five. Draco and his father are picking me, they've taken me in." He said, wondering if that was okay to let on.

Hermione's brows furrowed at the statement. "You.. live with Malfoy?"

"Oh man, I'm sorry mate." Ron replied, feeling bad that Larus, who seemed so nice, had to deal with Draco on a 24/7 basis.

"Draco.. are you all right, you look positively stricken." Severus said with a purring quality to his voice, sure he knew exactly why the young man was shivering so obviously under his words. "It's almost as though you're.. nervous about something."

"Well, if you ever need anything, or if there's too much pressure living with the Malfoys while you're in Gryffindor, just let us know. We'll try to help." Harry patted Larus on the shoulder in a gesture of comfort. "We'll see you around, then. Sit with us on the train, if you want." Harry stood up to go, and nodded to Ron and Hermione to follow him. With a last look at the boy, they too turned to go with the black-haired boy.

Draco couldn't think of a response. His palms were sweating against the dark fabric of his robe, and all he could think about was what was to come in those hour-long sessions outside of classes. "I-I'm fine, sir. I, uh, have to go meet my father now. I will see you at school." He allowed himself a small smirk to let him know that he was genuinely interested, and excused himself from the small table.

Larus didn't think he would be sitting with the trio for any reason other than to get information under any circumstances and he found that he desperately needed attention from his lord. How was he and his lover supposed to have midnight rendezvous in the middle of Gryffindor common room? He sighed and wanted to ask Draco this question so he went to the square to wait for the other boy.

Severus nodded at Draco and looked the boy over once in a hidden manner. "All right,Draco, do be careful." He said after the retreating figure, wondering just how tightly wound in his web the boy was.

Draco hurried back to the square, hoping to gods he wasn't blushing or worse, and forced his breathing to quiet as he found his father standing near a lamp pole. He saw the boy coming into the square at the same time as he entered, and offered him a small smile. "Good evening, Father. Are we on time?"

"Barely, Draco." Lucius said, eyeing his son with concern. "You look.. flushed, Draco, were you rushing? Malfoy's don't rush..." He look pointedly at Larus who seemed to be out of breath on his way up.

Larus grinned. "Sorry, lost track of time, forgot about the square. So we're going home now?" He asked, wanting to rest in his bed.

Draco shot a glare at Larus, but quickly changed his expression, still under the gaze of his father. "No, Father, I was not rushing." He did not wish to speak further on the matter, for fear that his father would discover what was truly going on. But he also wanted to return home, not to rest, but to ask Larus about his progress with his mission.

Lucius had them apparated back to his home and when situated in his study he dismissed them with a wave of his hand. "Go about your business, dinner will be ready soon, I'm sure."

Larus nodded and thanked the elder man again befre he went to his and Draco's room. "So where did you run off to anyway?" He asked curiously while sitting in his bed, stretching.

Draco followed after nodding to his father, and sat on his own bed, opposite of Larus. For a moment, he just frowned at Larus, then changed his expression to a more pleasant, neutral one and sighed. "I went to meet someone. But nevermind that. How did things with Potter and his loser friends go?"

"It was boring, and they don't exactly think too highly of you either." Larus said, reclining as comfortably as he could. "In fact they think you're evil and that I'm going to be horribly mistreated being with you." He rolled his eyes and shrugged. "They're a weird bunch. Oh! But I already formed an understanding bond with the Potter brat, see his parents were killed much like mine were so... there's a similarity there that I can lure him in with."

He raised his pale blonde eyebrows and nodded in approval. "Well done. I'm not surprised they think I'm evil. They're a bunch of goodie-goodie Gryffindors, favorites of all the teachers, you know, all that detestable stuff." Draco stretched his arms over his head and yawned. He hoped there wasn't more questioning on the way about who he had met that day. "You've got a good start. I'm sure...the Dark Lord would be very pleased with you." Draco smirked knowingly at Larus.

"I'm sure he would be too.." Larus grinned as he thought of being 'rewarded' for his good job in obtaining information while managing to keep quiet. "I've been a very good boy and all.. but alas! I was told not to bother him, so no treat for me." He smiled. "So, who did you meet anyway?" He asked, directing the attention back to Draco.

Inwardly Draco swore, and he tried not to make a face about it. It would give away how uncomfortable this situation was becoming. "I met with...Professor Snape." He looked away from Larus for a moment, then looked back tentatively, curious as to whether or not he would continue to ask questions.

"Ohhhh that man that was in the book shop?" Larus quizzed and when deciding he had the right answer he smiled "Is there.. something..." He looked over at Draco and narrowed his eyes. "He's not bad looking.. are you two.. you know...."

Draco blushed brilliantly, and nearly lost all composure. "I - what? There's nothing...at least..." He stopped himself before adding, 'not yet'. He took a deep breath to calm himself. "Look, whetever there is between us, you can't tell Father. I can't even imagine..." He shook his head. "He's one of the school governors, he would have Professor Snape thrown out of Hogwarts, and probably into Azkaban..." He shivered.

"I thought that your dad and the professor seemed really friendly." Larus said, wondering if Lucius would really throw the professor in prison for wanting time with Draco. He could see why he wanted the time and could see why draco wanted the professor. He just couldn't see why Lucius would have a problem with it.

"I don't think 'friendly' is the word I would use. They're...cordial. I'm really certain they don't like each other." Draco sighed and resituated himself on his bed. "They're both Death Eaters, but I think Father, like everyone else but the Dark Lord, views him as an agent of Dumbledore. Not many trust him." He couldn't help thinking to himself that he didn't trust Severus Snape as a Death Eater either, but that was exactly important. He trusted him in all other aspects.

"Well.. I suppose only Severus knows the answer to that." He said with a shrug. "It'll be fine. I wont tell your dad and wont tell anyone for that matter. Not even our lord." He smiled and looked up to the ceiling. "So.. you really love him though huh?" He wished the mission would hurry up and be underfoot so he could go to his random rendezvous with his lover.

Draco allowed himself a small smile. Lover of the Dark Lord or not, Larus was an honest and genuine person, at least to Draco. It was nice to have someone like that around. "Perhaps I love him...this hasn't been going on long. But I think I do. I don't want anything bad to happen to him, and I think I need him..." He folded his knees and wrapped his arms around them. "Maybe we should get to sleep, Larus. We have a long day tomorrow." Tomorrow, they would be boarding the train, and the long, lonely school year would begin.

"Sounds good." Larus said before he snuggled into his bed and let his dreams take him away while he pretended to fall asleep next to his lover. But when he woke up the next morning he was greatly displeased to find him not really there. "Awe man. I don't want to get up.." He looked to see if Draco was up and pounced on the other boy. "Hey, come on, time to wakey wakey!"

Draco pushed Larus off of him, and glared at him with puffy, sleep eyes. "What the bloody hell was that for? Is it time to get up already?" He had been having a lovely dream, mostly about his professor, and was not ready to be snatched from it. He climbed out of bed and quickly changed his clothes, stowing his wand in his robe pocket after making sure all of his school necessities were packed into his trunk. "Come on, let's go down to breakfast. We don't want to be late for the train."

"This is kind of exciting." Larus said, wondering if their lord would be there to see them off. "Do you think ourlord will be there? I want to see him. I miss him." He said, pouting while he got dressed and packed his clothing and such and his books in a transfigured trunk. "I mean... it wouldn't be right without him to say bye to us..."

Draco shot him a sort of impatient look and sighed. "The Dark Lord? At Platform 9 3/4? I don't think that's going to happen. I mean, I understand that you want to see him, but it would be impossible for him to show up without causing everyone to panic." He laid a hand on Larus' shoulder, in an attempt to be comforting. "You'll see him eventually. I'm sure he'll find a way." He wasn't sure how much of that statement he believed, but Voldemort seemed to be treating Larus extra special, so it was possible.

"He could always show up in a disguise." Larus said with a pout. "You know, like.. he could take a polyjuice potion for a while.. just until I'm gone. I just want to see him and I know you're right, he will find a way.. well if he actually cares. I might just.. be a toy for him you know."

Draco nodded and patted Larus' shoulder once or twice, and smiled. "It may be his plan to show up in disguise. Who knows? But I don't think you're just a toy. Something tells me he wouldn't go to so much trouble for someone he thought was worthless. Actually, the fact that he's going to any trouble at all is kind of surprising." He summoned a house elf while they were talking, and indicated that it should magic their trunks downstairs for them. "Let's go to breakfast. Father and mother will be waiting."

Larus smiled. "Breakfast sounds delicious." He gracefully walked down the stairs and perched himself at the breakfast table, smiling at the woman he'd never met. "Good morning, Mrs. Malfoy, and Mr. Malfoy."

Luicus looked at Larus and nodded, slightly irritated with himself for never having introduced the boy to his wife. He'd told her about him, but never really said anything otherwise. "This is the boy that our lord has.. given the mission."

Draco glanced up at the exchange over his breakfast. There wasn't usually much talking at meals in the Malfoy household. He looked at his mother. She was always so tense when it came to matters concerning the Dark Lord. She wasn't blindly faithful like her sister, and sometimes he overheard conversations between his mother and father, how concerned she was for the safety of all of them.

Narcissa fixed her pale eyes on Larus, and gave a sort of sweet half-smile, like she couldn't manage to move her face much more than that. She was an attractive woman - she wouldn't be with Lucius if she wasn't - but sometimes gave the impression of being cold and unloving. It wasn't true, though she did little to indicate otherwise, outside of her own family. "It's good to meet you..." She trailed off and looked between her husband and her son, searching for some indication as to what the boy's name was.

"I'll be taking Larus to school wih Draco today." Lucius continued, "And he's to be a part of our family." He added, hoping she wouldn't throw some kind of deranged fit about the boy staying.

Larus smiled. "It's good to meet you too." He said before Lucius had begun to talk. He ate his breakfast without making a mess while the two leaders of the malfoy family talked about him. He looked to Draco and thought he'd miss being around the boy and hoped they'd be able to hang out in school.

The woman smiled at Larus again, but leaned toward her husband to whisper to him. "He hasn't any family of his own? What happened to them?" She didn't have much of a problem with him staying there, but she knew it was likely she wouldn't consider Larus as her son. Draco was her one and only baby boy. She had no room for other children in her heart. But she would at least treat him nicely.

Draco just picked sullenly at his food, not looking at his family and not taking part in their conversation. He was lost in thought, mostly at how he was going to see Larus very little in the coming months. Maybe only for random moments in classes, during Quidditch matches, and sometimes in the Great Hall during meals. He was consoling himself with the idea of his extra 'classes' with Professor Snape.

Lucius glanced at his wife before he whispered Into her ear “They were killed by aurors.” He said, glad his wife was taking the news well. He tried his best to think of Larus like part of the family, but he couldn’t. The boy was blonde, sure, but it wasn’t their hair color kind of blonde. It was more yellow and had different streaks in it. Not to mention his eyes weren’t anything to the icy blue that was Malfoy standards. He ate in silence, waiting for any conversation.

Larus sighed, wishing they could go to the platform already and begin their mission. Well.. he could begin his mission. “Would it be too suspicious to sit by you at meals and stuff?” He asked, spooning a mouthful of some kind of pudding into his mouth, and swallowing it before he looked at him. “And when are we leaving? After dinner?”

Draco was drawn from his thoughts and looked up at Larus. "No, we'll be sitting all the way across the Great Hall from each other. And...Gryffindor and Slytherin don't get along. You sitting at the Slytherin table when you're a Gryffindor, and vice versa, would be totally suspicious." Draco sighed, wishing what he said wasn't true. "And we're leaving in a few minutes, after we finish eating. The train leaves at exactly 11:00."

"That’s not fair..” Larus said, sighing at not being able to spend time with his brother-figure. “Well, all right, I guess I’ll eat quicker then .” He was in fact done with everything and smiled. “I am kinda excited still.” He said, humming.

Lucius got up from the table and kissed Narcissa on the cheek. “I need to take them, I’ll be back as soon as they board.” He said to her, ushering the two boys from the table. “Come along, you two, it’s time to go.”

"Yes, going to Hogwarts can be rather exciting when it's new." Draco was simply in a down-and-out mood. The only thing he had to look forward to at the moment was his taboo relationship with his professor. There was very little else awaiting him within the confines of that castle. He sincerely wished he could spend more time with Larus. It was nice to have someone who genuinely cared about him. Not even the people he called friends could spare him that decency.

Narcissa smiled at her beautiful husband and snapped her fingers for a house elf to begin clearing the table as soon as all of the boys had left it. "I'll see you when you return home, Lucius." She stood and left the house elf to it, and wandered off to the manor's library to entertain herself.

Larus waved to Narcissa as they headed out the door. "So, how will we get there?" He asked because he’d never travelled much in his life and he was genuinely curious as to how they could get to the train station. “I’ve never really travelled..”

“You’ll be disappointed much.” Lucius began, holding up a ring of keys. “We’re driving.” He smirked and pressed an unlock button to a BMW that beeped for him in a drive-way that Larus certainly hadn’t ever seen before.

Draco looked at the car in exasperation. He hated the muggle contraption. It was so slow and cumbersome. He wasn't sure his father even really drove it. It was likely that he had it enchanted in some way so that he didn't actually have to drive. Larus looked surprised, he noticed, so he pointed out why they were driving. "Larus, Platform 9 3/4 is in Kings Cross Station in the middle of London. We've got to drive there because it's illegal for muggles to see us use magic. It's an inconvenience. But as a Malfoy, you'll have to get accustomed to doing things that are beneath you when they benefit the greater good." He glanced at his father. He was hoping Lucius had heard him and approved of his words.

Lucius nodded his approval to Draco. "In other words, we have to play nice. However, I should be able to go faster than the normal car, we'll be there in probably ten minutes."

Larus smiled at the other. "Okay, that sounds good." He said, siting in the back, putting on his seatbelt as he'd seen one before. He smiled and waited for them to go, eyes ready to look drastically forhis lover and lord.

Draco just stared out the window of the car until they reached the station. It might have seemed odd, but Draco was usually a somewhat quiet boy, especially around his father. His thoughts were other places at the moment, but when the car stopped, they snapped back to his surroundings. He saw plenty of magical children and their parents dispersed throughout the muggles milling around the station platforms, but no one he particularly cared to see. He suspected he wouldn't see the one person he wanted to see most until he was back at the school.

It had been risky, he admitted, but he had had full confidence that this plan would go off without a hitch. The Dark Lord always got what he wanted from his followers, even if he had to kill them to get it. This was not one of those times, however. This time it had been a simple matter of persuasion to extract permission (as if he really needed it) to masquerade as one of his Death Eaters, a man by the name of Marcus who was employed in the same Ministry department as Lucius Malfoy. It would not look suspicious for him to be seen with them. As for how he would explain his presence to Lucius, well...he just wanted to make sure that the person this mission was riding on was safe and secure. A small part of him admitted that it was also because he wanted to see the boy again...but he managed to keep that a small part still. He slipped through the crowds easily, wending his way to the platform to await their arrival.

When they parked, Lucius ushered them out of the vehicle and their things were spelled onto the train and as Lucius turned back to his child and Larus he blinked confusedly for a moment. "Marcus? What brings you to the platform? I wasn't aware you had children...."

Larus looked up at this 'marcus' and frowned, wondering just who the man was. He looked away from him as Lucius spoke and saw the Potter brat, not too far away from their little group and sighed. "I guess he's not coming.." He muttered, pouting and looking at the ground. "Oh well, there's always later I guess." He saw Severus talking to Potter and crinkled his nose. "Ew, Draco, why is your honey talking to Potter?" He asked, whispering the question in his ear.

'Marcus' narrowed his eyes a bit as he looked back at Lucius. Lord Voldemort's voice still issued from Marcus' mouth, there was no changing that with a simple polyjuice potion. He hated this crude potion, but it was the best option for this. "Lucius, I am not Marcus. I have merely borrowed his appearance to see that my mission for Larus begins without any mishap." He glanced down at Larus, who he was sure could hear him.

Draco's eyes widened for a second and his face flushed a light pink. He thought he might want to punch Larus for calling Severus Snape his 'honey', but he resisted the urge and whispered back, "I don't envy him. Potter is probably getting in trouble in some way or another." He knew his professor had some sort of vendetta against Potter, and he didn't care what the cause was, it just amused him to see the boy impotently angry. There was nothing he could do against a teacher. Seeing Professor Snape had significantly improved his mood, though, and his expression was a bit brighter.

Larus heard those hiss-like tones and he slowly turned red. "Oh my.." He looked back at 'Marcus' and grinned. He desperately wanted to run over and embrace him, to kiss him, knowing his lord was there, it made him happier than he'd ever been. Well.. almost hapier, he was sure he was happier when they'd first coupled. He looked at 'Marcus' for some sign he could approach him or do any of the thingshe wanted to do to him, kiss him, embrace him.. anything. Could they not run to the restroom real quick for a good snog?

Lucius paled that his lord had come out to the platform. "My l-Marcus.. I see." He didn't know what to say. "The boy's done really well so far if you want to know. He's made contact with Potter and they've become acquainted he's already doing his best to please you." He gave the update with a calm quietness, having scanned the area thouroughly before he'd said anything.

The Dark Lord recognized the desires in Larus' eyes. It seemed the boy had become very attached to him since their last...meeting...in the Malfoy household. He looked back up at Lucius and gave a cold smile that came out oddly on Marcus' face. "Yes, he is a most valuable asset. Would you mind terribly if I borrowed him for a moment?" He knew that Lucius would not deny him, but waited for him to concede for his own satisfaction. He placed a hand on Larus' shoulder, ready to steer him away.

Draco too saw the emotions on Larus' face. He felt they were all too familiar, and it caused the light flush on his cheeks to deepen a bit. He really did love the Dark Lord, didn't he? It was a strange thing to understand, but he supposed he could accept it for what it was. His new brother was in love with the most powerful Dark wizard of all time. Draco had no room to talk, he was in love with one of said Dark wizard's followers, who was quite the dangerous man himself.

Lucius gestured to take him and wondered what on Earth was really going on between the two. "Not at all, he's yours to borrow." he said, raising an eyebrow at the casual seeming touch. The dark lord never touched anyone, but then again, he sensed something was.. different with his lord and Larus, but shook his head, deciding to keep his mind out of their business.

Larus blushed a little more at the hand on his shoulder and had to restrain himself from pressing a kiss to his lord's hand and he also couldn't stop himself from grinning. He winked at Draco. "Guess I'll be right back." He wanted to embrace his lord and do all sorts of dirty things to him just then and almost whined that they weren't leaving their little group fast enough.

Severus walked up as the pair walked away and nodded to Lucius and Draco. "Well, Draco, are you excited for the new year?"

'Marcus' led Larus away from the group, to an isolated spot behind a platform column, and apparated him away from the station. They reappeared some many miles away in an empty farm field. They were still in England, but this was a remote spot. The only building for quite some distance was the rotten skeleton of a barn. "Well...?" he prompted impatiently as they stood in the waving grass.

Excited was a fairly accurate word to describe what Draco was feeling, he decided, but it wasn't the way that he answered. "Yes, of course, Professor." His voice was steady, at least. He was nervous to be speaking to this man in front of his father yet again. It was such a blatant display of disrespect to Lucius. He felt Severus' dark eyes on him as he looked toward his father for a moment, then glanced back at his professor.

Larus threw his arms around his lover's neck and kissed him hard. "Mnn I've missed you, so much have I missed you." He kissed him again and again "Mister Mafloy caught you up, I've befriended potter and will update you again as soon as I am sorted.. do I have to keep going so long without speaking to you?" He asked, kissing him a third time, lingering in hopes the other would kiss him back while he pulled him against himself against the barn wall.

Severus had completely forgotten himslf and Lucius' raised eyebrow did well to show him he'd not been in the least bit proper. "And Lucius, I'm sure you're going to enjoy having the house all to yourself again?"

"Hardly." Lucius said, but seemed appeased by his long-time friend's acknowledgement of him. "I still have to share it with my estranged wife, so.. I suppose it will be a bit dissappointing to have my only son run along."

The Dark Lord was momentarily caught off guard, but by the third kiss, he had gained his bearings for Larus' affection and retrned his kiss. "You have done well, very well, Larus. I am quite pleased with your progress. Unfortunately, I cannot risk speaking to you more often than I do now. To do so would compromise your safety, as well as exposing me." He patted the top of Larus' head.

Draco's face flushed at his teacher's faux pas. Had he done that on purpose, to see if Lucius suspected something was amiss? It didn't matter, as long as his father didn't find out about their relationship. He glanced at his father as he was mentioned, but otherwise did not speak until spoken to. It was difficult not to rest his eyes on his professor.

"Then how will I get through not seeing you enough?" Larus asked, kissing his lord's neck and pulling the other tighter to his body. "I miss you constantly and I want you just as much." He pouted but continued his kisses, hoping he wouldn't be yelled at for being so clingy.

Severus nodded knowingly at Lucius."Well, I'm afraid I need to be off. I have to prepare class still for the new ones." He said, nodding to Lucius and giving Draco a lingering stare.

Lucius nodded in turn. "Yes, wouldn't want the brats to not be prepared. Be well, Severus." He said, noticing the interaction between Severus and Draco both curiously. He wondered if the were...in attraction with eachother and found that Severus was as good a person as any and rolled his eyes in a very unlike him manner.

Voldemort did not push the boy away or deny his advances. However, to speak to him, he put his hands on his shoulders and held him steady. "You will not have to endure complete silence from me. I have a gift for you." From the pocket of his robe he produced two small leatherbound books. They were plain, with no labels or imprints. He handed one of them to Larus. "You write in it, and the message is transferred to my book, where I may reply to your message, and it will be transferred to you. Do you understand? You may speak to me anytime you please."

Draco had let his gaze linger on his professor a little too long as he had left, and he was nervous that his father had noticed. He caught the end of Lucius rolling his eyes, and his face colored in embarrassment. He had most definitely noticed, there was very little doubt about that. Would he say anything, or not? Tentatively, he tried to change the subject. "Are we meant to wait for Larus to return before I get on the train?" He hoped the question didn't sound arrogant or too impatient.

Larus blushed and held one reverently "Aweee... love.." He was so happy he had tears in his eyes and clung to the other tighter. "Thank you, I love you so much. It means a lot to me to know I'll be able to talk to you." And then he began to kiss the other again, reaching everywhere he could, moaning with happiness and slight arousal. He was so overjoyed at the gift that he couldn't keep himself off of the other. "I'm so happy." He smiled and switched their positions so his lover was pressed to the barn instead. "Can I.... show you some gratitude hmn?" He asked suggestively, slipping his handsto the other's waist and tugging at his pants. "Please?"

Lucius pursed his lips a little as he looked at his son. "Yes, the train wont be gone for antoher twenty minutes. I'm sure our lord knows not to keep Larus for too long." He said, though his entire form seemed tense. "And Draco. I suggest that if You are up for any ... extra activities.. particularly in the area of potions, that you do not flaunt your...progress in such areas openly. Wouldn't want your professor to get in trouble for showing you favoritism." He gave his son a stern looka nd hoped he understood he wasn't being reprimanded, but was being warned to be careful.

For a moment, Voldemort set his red eyes on Larus. He contemplated his eager face, then nodded his assent to what it seemed the boy wanted from him. "Yes, go ahead, I suppose..." He wouldn't allow him to be late for the train, it would jeopordize the whole mission. But he supposed he could allow something like this...

Draco's face colored vivid red, and he blinked and answered, "Y-yes, of course, Father...!" He knew that his father was clever enough to figure it out, but he didn't think it was quite so obvious. He could hardly believe he wasn't in trouble, though. It was astounding, and relieving. After a pause, he added, "...thank you, Father." He looked at his feet and shuffled a little, then straightened and tried to look more dignified. It was not befitting of a Malfoy to be humbled.

Larus smiled happily and undid his lover's pants before dropping to his knees and kissing all around his thighs as he tugged the material down, down and further down until he was much bared to the air. He winked up at him and wasted no time lavishing him wish affection in that area, sucking slow and loosely on him for starters.

Lucius snorted and nodded. "You're welcome, Draco." He looked at a silver pocketwatch and frowned. "I hope they plan to come back soon. While there's still time it's not like them to be gone." He could only truly accurately say that about their lord, and he knew that as far as Larus was with him they'd be back, he just hoped that they hadn't been found or anything of that nature.

Voldemort closed his eyes for a moment and tipped his head up, relishing the shiver that ran down his spine. Whether he was willing to admit it or not, the boy was more than good at what he was doing. He had to keep the mission in mind, to see that he got Larus back to the train on time, so he let the feelings that Larus was causing wash over him.

Draco crossed his arms over his chest, and sighed. He could only imagine what was keeping them, and he was a little jealous that he couldn't sneak off with his lover for alone time as well. But he supposed that he was quite lucky that his lover was not the most wanted Dark wizard of all time, and he only had to sneak around a little to be with his Professor. He pouted, annoyed with himself, as he realized how much he missed him, and he had only disappeared a few moments ago.

Larus took his time on his lover, not sure how much time they actually had, but he pressed on anyway, sucking and letting his tounge slip around his length as he pulled away before bringing his head back up to suck on just the tip before he moved back down tightly. "Mnn."

Lucius eyed Draco with concern. "Why are you so antsy?" He asked, his expression one of raised eyebrows. "I mean really.. they'll know better than to be late and you'll be in your school soon enough. Chill out."

The Dark Lord allowed the smallest of groans to escape, to gratify Larus for the brilliant job he was doing. He slipped his thin fingers into the boy's hair, but forced himself not to thrust into his mouth. He didn't want to hurt him, which was a rather surprising thought. The train would be leaving in less than ten minutes, and he urged Larus to move faster, and use his tongue a little more.

Draco looked at Lucius with a little surprise. "I'm sorry, Father. I didn't mean to be a pest. I am just anxious." He uncrossed his arms from his chest and stuck his hands in his pockets, trying to appear more casual than he felt.

Larus moved faster as he could feel he was urged to do, letting his tongue slid up and down his lover's length as he sucked harder, letting his hands hold his lover's waist so he could take him in as far as possible. He continue to moan while he pleased him and looked up, only to be encouraged to give it his all at the look of ecstasy on his loved one's face.

"It's all right, Draco." Lucius said. "He's probably getting some valuable information from our lord, and then you two can go and gossip about your.. whatever that was with your prefessor."

"Yes...good boy, Larus..." Voldemort tipped his head back once again. He was nearing his end, and it was just as well so that the mission would not be compromised. "Larus..." His thin fingers gripped Larus' hair harder, and he thrust lightly against his sucking. He looked back down at Larus' face, and shivered, the coil in his stomach coming undone. He suddenly released into Larus' throat with a last thrust and a groan.

Draco stifled his snort well at his father's conclusion. He highly doubted that Larus was actually getting information from their lord. Instead he was probably...he shook his head slightly, and looked up at his father to answer. "There will be no gossiping, I wouldn't want someone to hear it accidentally..."

Larus eagerly swallowed his lover's seed and sighed content while he licked his lover clean. When he was content with his lord's state he stood and smiled. "Thank you for letting me dothat." He said just before kissing him. "I suppose Ihave to go back now?"

"I'm sure." Lucius replied, checking his pocketwatch for the time. "Hmnnn They're cutting it a little late." He wondered if they were perhaps in sme kind of trouble.

Voldemort gave Larus a small sort of smile, though it still had its usual coldness. He brushed his fingers through the boy's hair, but otherwise didn't acknowledge his thanks. "Yes, you do have to go back now. Remember your mission. Lucius and Draco are most likely waiting for us." He grabbed Larus' wrist and apparated them back to the station once he was completely dressed again.

"I'm sure they'll be back soon. It's not like the Dark Lord to be late." Just as Draco looked around the station for them, they appeared behind one of the platform columns. He tugged on Lucius' cloak and pointed to them, "They've returned."

Larus wasn't content being back without a long kiss between them and he kenw Draco had seen them but no one else had so he bldly pushed his lover back agianst the platform and kissed him hard, using his lord's caught off guard state to slip his tongue in his mouth before he grinned and pulled away. "You can punish me later." He said, winking and taking him by the hand back tothe other two where he released the other. "Well, I think we've got everything."

Lucius raised an eyebrow at Larus' swollen lips and his lord's expression as well as his undone fly. "My lord..." He gestured low to indicate the dilema, completely dumbfounded. It was a bit obvious what they'd done.

The Dark Lord ignored the tense indignity surrounding them all, and wrapped his black cloak about him, daring Lucius to say anymore on the matter. "Larus is aware of his mission, I trust that it will be successful. If he should require anything...I will think it nothing short of betrayal of me to deny him." He placed a hand on Larus' shoulder and squeezed it, then narrowed his eyes at Lucius and Draco. Without another word, he disapparated out of the station.

Draco could only stare, shocked, at the place that Voldemort had just vacated. Had he really been...disheveled? It was hard to believe that their lord could be anything but perfect. What effect did Larus have on him? The shock had momentarily distracted him from his pressing need to get onto the train, but he now remembered it, and cleared his throat. "Ah, father, I think perhaps Larus and I should get on board the train...it will be leaving very shortly..." He looked at Larus for a long moment.

Larus beamed happily and waved to Lucius."Bye mister malfoy! But we really do need to be going!! See you on hollidays!" He grabbed Draco's hand and ran off towards the train, anxious to spill about his happy little outing.

Lucius could only stare after the two completely dumbfounded and decided he didn't really want to know what went on. He had clue enough, the dishelved appearance of his lord, the hand on Larus' shoulder, it was all a little too telling and Lucius could live without the image and from that he disapparated.

On the train Larus stopped short. "Um, where do we sit?"

Draco looked at him for a moment, then looked around the empty hallway of the train. "You go find your chum Potter, and I'll go find my friends." He sighed. "Look, I know you don't want to do this, but you'll have to bear through it. I hope they don't turn you into a complete idiot. I'd like to keep you as my brother. It's been...nice."

"It's not like I've even been sorted with so you wont look weird until I at least have the sorting though right? Why can't I sit with you?I don't want to sit with him yet!" He pouted and hoped the other boy would change his mind.

"Okay, fine! But if you and I are sitting together, we're sitting alone. I don't know if I should trust my...friends...with the sort of information that we have." He took Larus' hand and led him toward another car of the train, looking for an empty compartment. He pulled them inside and sat down, locking the door behind them. "Right, so..." He looked out the window nonchalantly as he tried to bring up what was weighing on his mind at the moment. "...umm...what did you...do with him?"

"Just.. youknow, serviced him like a good follower." Larus said, grinning from ear to ear. "The kind of service that requires... oral skills. I would say my speech was very good, he certainly lauded me." He gigled a little as he remembered the little episode between his lover and himself and sighed happily. "It was nice. Were you too bored waiting with your dad?"

Draco gaped at Larus for a moment, then closed his mouth abruptly as he realized he looked like an idiot. He was just rather surprised that Larus had done something like that with...with...the Dark Lord. Somehow, even though he had known about their previous interactions, he couldn't imagine something so... "Uhm, no, I wasn't bored. My father does not bore me. And he...knows...about Professor Snape and I..." He glanced at Larus, then looked out the window again, embarrassed. "He wasn't angry, he just warned me not to let it get out, you know, keep it secret."

As Draco and Larus conversed in their private compartment, Harry Potter happened to be passing by in the car's hall. He had thought he heard Larus' voice first, and then he heard Draco. Thinking he might catch Draco in the act of mistreating his new friend, he stopped, waving Hermione and Ron ahead of him. Hermione frowned, but Ron nodded and led her away by her shoulder. He pressed his ear to the crack of the door, hardly daring to breathe as he listened to the conversation within.

Draco sighed, and his embarrassment abated a bit as he decided to direct the conversation away from his relationship. "So, Larus...did you give any thought to your true mission while you were...busy...?" He couldn't bring himself to say what exactly Larus and the Dark Lord were busy with.

"Oh yes, and he gave me Something to communicate with him with too so it’s not like I wont be able to update him. Draco, are you sure it’s safe to talk about our lord on this train?Anyway, the plan’s as it always is, befriend potter and blah blah blah and blah blah blah. But we really didn’t talk about the plan, just.. finally had a moment of intimacy that we don’t seem to be allowed very often.” Larus smiled and blushed as he thought back. “I miss him already.”

Draco sighed and looked back out the window. Larus' statement was too true, he knew exactly how he felt in every way. "I suppose you do have a point, we probably shouldn't discuss this here. Anyone could be listening." The blonde boy usually mistrusted everyone as a matter of course, something his father had taught him to ready him for service to the Dark Lord. Though, he thought his father didn't even completely trust Lord Voldemort... "It will be boring not having you in Slytherin with me, but I guess I can deal with it. How do you think you'll fare in Gryffindor?"

Harry didn't have to hold his breath anymore, it has stopped in his chest as he listened to the discussion of their plans. Was this really true? His new friend was a complete fake? He took a deep breath and stepped quietly away from the compartment door to find Ron and Hermione. He didn't know what to do with this new information, but he decided not to share it with them, at least not yet.

Larus shrugged. "I hope well. I don't know how I will fare, but I think if I smile enough I can pull it off okay." He smiled. "So, did you see your sexy professor while I was away with our lord? I wonder if he came up to you at all while he was there. If he did you so should pounce on that. Without your father knowing of course, what would he do if he caught you two together?"

Draco opened his mouth to comment at Larus calling Professor Snape 'sexy', but decided that he had no argument for it. He agreed with him. "Umm...he talked to myself and my father while you were gone, if that's what you mean. But I didn't really have a chance to, um, do anything with him. But I have appointments with him every night for an hour when we begin classes...which will be tomorrow." He blushed. "I don't want to know what my father would do if he caught us. He might be angry, and he might not. I just...don't want to find out."

"Oh.. well, Ihope you two work out, you make a cute couple actually... he's all tall and dark and youre small and blonde.. kind of like our lord and me." He grinned and pulled out the jounral he was given from his pocket and since he didn't have a quill he conjured up an ink pen instead and wrote a simple 'I miss you' on the first page.

"I...if you say so, Larus..." Draco rested his chin in his hand and stared out the window for several long moments, thinking. Occasionally, he glanced at the little book Larus was writing in. It must have been the communication device that had been mentioned previously. It was pretty inconspicuous, he conceded. It was a good idea. He wondered if Professor Snape could come up with something similar, or if he would be willing to take the risk.

Voldemort felt a slight tingle in the pocket of his robe, and produced the book, whose pages were glowing and pulsing faintly to notify him that there was a message inside. He opened to the second page and read, 'I miss you.' He smirked and produced a quill. 'I know you do, but we will reunite soon.'

Larus giggled and yet he pouted as well. 'How soon? I mean I really, really miss you, if you know what I mean.' He added little hearts on the end of the page and absolutely adored the fact he could talk to his lover through this little book. He hadn't spoken aloud but felt he may as well have because he could feel his face flush with happiness.

'I cannot yet say, but try to be patient. Do not let your emotions influence you so much, or you will err.' He rolled his eyes at the little hearts, they were just so cute, and so like Larus to add. He added, 'I will not stay away from you for too long. Trust me.' The Dark Lord was beginning to wonder if giving Larus the communication device was a bad idea. He felt like he wasn't going to get anything accomplished, answering little love notes all the time. But...whatever it took to make the boy happy, he had decided. It was worth it.

'Okay.'Larus stopped writing for the moment and looked over to Draco. "You know,you and Severus should getone of these. I don't know where you'd get it from, or where our lord got mineand his, but, they're very useful."He put the book back in his bag and looked out the window. "How long until we get there?"

Draco looked startled that he had been spoken to, and blushed a little when he looked at Larus. "Oh, um, yeah that would be a great idea. Maybe I'll bring it up with Professor Snape tomorrow evening..." He glanced back out the window and scanned the horizon. It was changing colors as the sun began to set. It was a fairly clear evening. "We should be there in about an hour or two, after the sun has set. Then we'll have the Sorting, the feast, and then bed in our dormitories..." The first night was always a nice, comfortable welcome back, but the following day, classes started immediately.

Larus smiled and nodded. "Well, that's good then. Dray, why can't we at least hang out at school after classes or something?" He asked, desperately wishing to not lose his 'brother' to the realm of social structure. He would miss him, Draco was the only friend he had.

"Well..." Draco frowned. "I'm not really sure where we can hang out. The Common Rooms are separated and protected by password." He folded his hands in his lap and sighed. "Maybe in the library or something, but we'll have to be really careful about what we talk about. Also, be careful where you keep that book when you're in the Gryffindor dormitories. I wouldn't want something bad to happen."

"We'll fnd a place and don't worry this book isn't going to leave my sight." Larus held the book tight to his chest and thought about his lord. He missed the man and for so much more than his libido. He wanted to be next to him andwondered suddenly again why it had tobe him onthis mission. "I miss him.." He muttered, looking out the window. The woods that they travelled through were pretty enough in the setting sun but all they did was will him to long for his lover even more. "So, what do you want to do until we get there?" If the blonde didn't want to do anything he'd go back to writing to his beloved.

Draco shrugged his shoulders and looked around the compartment they shared, then stretched his arms over his head. "I didn't bring anything with me to do, like exploding snap or gobstones or anything. We could...talk more, I guess? I think Father knows about you and the Dark Lord now, but I don't think he'll say anything to you about it. He said very little about myself and Severus..." He blushed and covered his mouth as he realized he had called him by his first name rather than his professional title, so casual.

"Awe, you and Severus are cute together. What didhe say about it?" He asked curiously. "I'm curious is all, your father seems really strict and.. he's nice and everything, but he doesn't seemt o be easy to get along with on some things." Larus lay back in his seat, letting his legs take up the length of the seat and scribbled to their lord while he talked to Draco. 'I haven't seen potter yet on the train my lord, I'll tell you my success about the sorting as soon as it happens'.

Draco frowned and crossed his legs. "Well, he really just made it very clear that I shouldn't let anyone find out. He didn't seem to have a problem with it otherwise. I mean, he seems like he's pretty good at picking these things up. Or...we're just painfully obvious." He shrugged. "I don't know which one. Though I do know that you and the Dark Lord are obvious. His fly was undone when you came back. I know Father didn't miss it." Part of him wished he could be as open and carefree as Larus.

There was the tingling again from the book. Larus wrote to him quite often, he wondered if this would become annoying? He opened the book once more, and read the message waiting for him on the page. 'Yes, that is acceptable. Please be certain you are sorted into Gryffindor. Potter will not find you trustworthy unless you are. I shall be awaiting your message.' He closed it and sighed. It was strange, feeling as though he actually missed having Larus near him. An awkward feeling, like being bored, but much worse. He frowned.

Larus blushed."Ohhhhhh.. yeah about that..." He giggled and then grinned "I think you and mister snape will be having the same thing happening here soon. There's so much.. unbridled.. something between you two.." He smirked and scribbled to his lord. 'Draco says your zipper was much undone when we came back... Lucius saw it too.'

"I...uh, you really think so? Something...unbridled?" Something about the word made an image come into Draco's mind that created a furious flush across his face. "Umm...why do you think that, anyway?" He shook his head to dislodge the image, but he didn't think he would be able to get rid of it. He'd simply have to carry it with him till the following evening.

This time when he opened the little book, the Dark Lord swore and nearly threw it to the ground. How could he have made such an undignified lapse of attention? He had assumed something like that, though, when Lucius had been staring at him. It was why he had covered himself with his cloak. But to have it reaffirmed that this was the case. He hissed and calmed himself, then wrote a reply. 'Wonderful. Please take care not to spread the image that the Dark Lord is a slob. I trust you to make the point to Draco that he should inform his father on the danger he may be in if this is spread around.' It was rather sinister, and he wondered if Larus would really do such dirty work for him.

"I can see it by how you two look at eachother. There's an unmistakable lust about you two." Larus replied, giggling at his lord's comment. "Admit it, you sowant eachother." He said, risking a glance at Draco's blushing face. He looked down at the book again and scribbled. 'don't worry, Draco wont say anything and you know Lucius wouldn't dare speak about it. Draco and Severus have crushes on eachother...'

"If...if you say so..." Draco was struggling to remain composed in his embarrassment, but he was running out of things to say, and he was stuttering a little. He did want his taller, darker Professor. He was wonderful, and Draco wanted nothing more than at this very minute to...He shook his head. "Fine, fine, it's true, I guess, but nothing has happened yet. We'll...we'll see." He looked at his hands, folded in his lap, and squeezed them together nervously.

'Thank you, I am glad that you understand. But is this true? Draco and Severus? Interesting, but not yet any of my concern. I care not for the relationships of my followers, only my own are my concern.' The Dark Lord wrote the reply in his legible, slanting handwriting. They must have been close to the school by now, he was beginning to lose patience.

Only a moment later, the train lurched and began to slow as they reached the dingy little station. Everything was black outside, but the stars were bright, as they always were in this part of the country. Draco looked out the window and turned to Larus. "The train is stopping. We've arrived. Get anything you brought with you, they'll take our trunks up to the castle later. Follow me." As he exited the train, he heard the booming voice of that hideous half-giant, scaring students to death.

"Firs' years, this-a-way!" Hagrid called over everyone's heads, waving the first years forward out of the crowd of students exiting the train. His beady eyes scanned the older faces for a student he had been instructed by Dumbledore to retrieve. "Oi, you! The one standin' next to Malfoy! You come with me too!" He was sure that was the boy he was looking for. Dumbledore wanted him to be sorted specially, after all of the first years. It was a new practice, the school had never taken in a transfer student before.

Larus glared at the half-giant who addressed him so rudely. "Why don't you take moment to learn my name? Don't just pointand say 'YOU'." He corrected, stomping off towards him. "My name is Larus." He shut the journal and slipped it into his bag while he followed after, waving bye to Draco. "I'll see you later I guess..." He pouted a little on the way up to the castle, but seeing Severus walking with the line leading the other students inside made him giggle, Draco had to be flustered.

Said man, Severus Snape, was a little surprised at Draco's friend's outburst and shook his head while making his way upto the Malfoy boy. "I trust your ride was well?" He asked softly, his eyes scanning the crowd of students as they all made their way.

Hagrid blinked dumbfounded at the student, but otherwise didn't acknowledge what he had said. It was somewhat arrogant and rude, but he didn't think it was worth getting worked up over.

Draco waved goodbye to Larus - he doubted he would see him again this evening, but for across the hall during dinner. He sighed, depressed for a moment, then felt bad for it as he saw his Professor. He had no reason to be depressed with someone like him in his life. "The ride was fine, Professor. Are you...glad to be back at the school?" He glanced at the students filing past them, none of them noticed him and Severus standing there, or thought anything strange of it.

Larus didn't like being led away from the only person he knew but followed expectedly, feeling lost and alone. He didn't like some of the looks hed seen, he felt he'd been singled out and that was also what had called for his little problematic outburst. He sighed and blinked widely as the castle opened up and they were ushered in. He saw everyone seated and felt fear seize him up. Did there have to be so may people?

"I am." Severus said, allowing his hand to brush Draco's for a second before he pulled away just a little. "I am ready for the new year, so to speak." He looked pointedly down at the other before he had no choice but to part and make his way for the long supper tabl held for the teachers.
The headmaster of the school rose immediately as the students filed in .

"Tonight as we begin the sorting ceremony I will have you know we are for the first time, accpeting a transfer student. Be it known that whatever house he goes into will accpet him openly and will treat him like your other housemates. And those who's house he is not in will do the same as is expected for the treatment of all students.Now! Let the sorting begin!”

Larus colored brightly at being singled out even worse than he had been before and crossed his arms embarrassedly as he stood in line, waiting for all of the students to be sorted through. He waited and waited and searched for Draco’s face and when he saw it he smiled and felt a little more reassured. When his name was called he frowned though and the hate seemed to want to shout ‘slytherin’ before he even was named. Andonce it was on his head he thought of only being in Gryffindor for personal reasons and the thing placed him there expectantly. “GRYFFINDOR.” But it wasn’t until after a cheeky comment about neve being able to wear shorts and this frightened larus, forhe felt very exposed, felt as though he’d already been found out but the calm smile that Dumbledor shot him made him regain confidence as he made his way to said table where applause broke out and looked around for a familiar face and when he saw Harry he sat to an empty chair to the left of him and smiled politely. “Hello again.”

Draco colored slightly and flitted away to the Slytherin table to join his classmates. They accepted him happily, patting him on the shoulder and making conversation. He talked to them as well, but he was distracted, and kept looking up at the staff table, hoping to catch his Professor's eye somehow. However, he turned to the sorting as he heard Larus' name called, holding his breath for the moment the hat would call out Gryffindor. He breathed a sigh of relief when the hat did just that, and began talking in a more attentive fashion with his classmates, who were talking trash about Gryffindor and all of its new students. For once, he felt a surge of anger at the slurs, but he couldn't very well do anything about it without looking strange.

Until a few seconds previously, Harry had been glaring angrily at his empty plate, but he looked away from it as the table began to fill with food, and Larus sat down next to him. He looked at Ron and Hermione, who looked at him and then Larus, and then they both smiled. He turned to Larus and smiled, though he felt odd about it. He still hadn't mention to either of them that he had overheard Larus and Draco on the train. He didn't want them to think he was crazy, becoming obsessed over his enemy. "Larus, it's good to see you again. Been well?" His words seemed so transparent. Could he really go on like this, pretending to have conversations with a fake friend? Was Larus really to be trusted?

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