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crack_van2007-01-05 09:25 am
Entry tags:
Touch by Gehayi (NC-17)
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Peter/Lucius
Author on LJ:
gehayi
Author Website: Author's page on Skyhawke
Why this must be read:
Gehayi comes back to the problem of Peter over and over again in her fiction, exploring him from different angles. After all, Peter was a trusted friend of the other Marauders all through school and into their adult lives. Was he always a bad seed? Or did... something... happen?
Perhaps it was because Lucius would meet his eyes and not punish him for having the temerity to look at a pureblood wizard without permission. Perhaps it was because Lucius was fastidious enough to command the house elf to keep Peter's bed and room clean, whereas the others let him lie there naked in his own filth, and found it funny.
Perhaps it was because Lucius alone called Peter by his name.
There were days that the pain was so bad that Peter couldn't think. Sometimes he couldn't remember a time before this room, these Death Eaters, this agony. On such days, he could scarcely remember that he was, let alone who he was.
But Lucius remembered.
And that was important, because no one else did.
He was estranged from his mother. He scarcely knew his older sisters and their families. His friends either didn't know what had happened to him or didn't care. Only one person seemed to remember that he was a human being, and that person was an enemy.
At least Lucius knows who I am, he would think. At least Lucius cares enough to remember. That's more than my so-called friends do. My friends, who can't even tell the difference between me and someone Polyjuiced into me. Eight, maybe nine years now, and they still can't tell the difference. But Lucius knows. And Lucius cares--at least a little.
It became a mantra, a lifeline. He clung to it, even though it hurt beyond imagining, because it was all he had to cling to.
Then one day, Lucius came into Peter's
(cell prison trap)
room and sat down on the bed.
Touch
Pairing: Peter/Lucius
Author on LJ:
Author Website: Author's page on Skyhawke
Why this must be read:
Gehayi comes back to the problem of Peter over and over again in her fiction, exploring him from different angles. After all, Peter was a trusted friend of the other Marauders all through school and into their adult lives. Was he always a bad seed? Or did... something... happen?
Perhaps it was because Lucius would meet his eyes and not punish him for having the temerity to look at a pureblood wizard without permission. Perhaps it was because Lucius was fastidious enough to command the house elf to keep Peter's bed and room clean, whereas the others let him lie there naked in his own filth, and found it funny.
Perhaps it was because Lucius alone called Peter by his name.
There were days that the pain was so bad that Peter couldn't think. Sometimes he couldn't remember a time before this room, these Death Eaters, this agony. On such days, he could scarcely remember that he was, let alone who he was.
But Lucius remembered.
And that was important, because no one else did.
He was estranged from his mother. He scarcely knew his older sisters and their families. His friends either didn't know what had happened to him or didn't care. Only one person seemed to remember that he was a human being, and that person was an enemy.
At least Lucius knows who I am, he would think. At least Lucius cares enough to remember. That's more than my so-called friends do. My friends, who can't even tell the difference between me and someone Polyjuiced into me. Eight, maybe nine years now, and they still can't tell the difference. But Lucius knows. And Lucius cares--at least a little.
It became a mantra, a lifeline. He clung to it, even though it hurt beyond imagining, because it was all he had to cling to.
Then one day, Lucius came into Peter's
(cell prison trap)
room and sat down on the bed.
Touch
