Ad Sequens Anguis Semita

Ad Sequens Anguis Semita

"Master, Please... "

The tall gaunt man in the center stepped forward into the light. He lowered his hood, and my mother fell to the floor. The man was as pale as pure snow; his eyes gleamed like glass, and for a nose he had slits like a snake. The moment he walked into the room I could feel the heat draining gradually out of my veins. His power was intoxicating. It was like falling; frightening, yet exhilarating at the same time.

"No, Lucivar. You've failed me for the last time." He hissed. The man pulled out his wand and pointed it at my father.

"Goodbye, Lucivar." He paused glaring at him with glassy red eyes.

"No. No Master please! I can try better, Please!" my father pleaded and sniveled at him.

"Avada Kedavra."

A green light shot out from his wand and hit my father. My father jerked into attention and fell to the floor limp. The man stepped over my father's body and walked farther into the room, his two associates walked into the house, shoved the corpse out of the way, and shut the door.

"Kill her and find his son." He commanded. One of the men went to go retrieve my mother, the other however came to the stairs. I stood up. I scanned the room and then, I don't even know why, walked down the stairs. I wanted to run, but I couldn't. The arms took me when I reached the bottom of the stairs, the man still had his hood on but I could hear his deep chuckles. I knew then, that I would not get out of this unscathed. There would be marks, scars, and I feared some would be the type that would never heal. I was right.

I was brought over there, I never made an attempt to resist, something about the Man, and it just made me curious and terrified at the same time. It was as if time moved slower then, and I couldn't feel anything. I felt detached from myself, like I was out of my body. His eyes were what drew me in. I knew at that moment I would never have another. He and I were one.

In those moments I remember only the feeling of detachment, and those eyes. Some how I ended up at a manor, quite like mine. It was in French style architecture; at least that's how I would have described it then. Now I know that chateau as Malfoy Manor.

I woke up on the steps of the back gardens, in His arms. He cradled me as I have never been cradled. There was an affection and care that I had never experienced before. It was as if I had finally found my real home. Where I really belonged. The sun rose in brilliant colors of purple, mauve, red, pink, yellow and bright cerulean. The whole time we sat there we said nothing. And He held me. I was protected. I was no longer Lucivar Snape's bastard son. I was no longer unwanted. I was loved, and wanted and I was His.

There were many gardens there, and a growing maze. It was Paradise outside that manor house, but inside it was much likened to the eternal inferno. The lower you went in that house the deeper and darker the secrets and the louder the air became. The air was like a white noise or static, it clung to your ears tearing at them like nails on a chalkboard. The lowest level was where my rooms were, next to His. I don't know why but He took me in. Taught me things, horrible terrible things, but every time my mind screamed for more of it. Devouring volumes and volumes of the arts, tomes larger than I were occupied my chamber's floor and My nights were busy with instruction from Him. Personal instruction. But with knowledge comes many prices; His was almost more than I could bear.

To be continued...