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Beautiful imagery. Really great job on the entire piece. I like how you used the new religious beliefs to set this character further apart, yet he was to be the one sacrificed for their good, no matter their beliefs. Beltane/ May Day is the celebration with the Green Man and his lady.

Beautiful job on a very tough subject. I applaud your work.

What a brutal tale, and yet there is some kind of affection between the boy and his molester. It's horrifying and sad, but still intriguing.

Oh, god. I hope they didn't do what I think. That is horrifying. I like that you used the single POV too. Too many voices in this story would lessen the impact of the horror.

Beautiful job of starting the story. The entire set-up is dark, horrifying and yet still titillating in a sick and twisted sense. I feel for your poor main character. He doesn't know what's going to happen to him, and neither does the reader. Really good job on setting up the entire scenario. I'm off tot he next chapter.

Severus Snape is helped along in his emotional recovery after the war by Ron Weasley.

Beauty is Not Gold 2: Weasley I don't know what he thinks of me. Hell, I don't even know what I think of myself most days. Everyday for the past fortnight or so, he's let me in with a scowl and that jerk of his head that he does. On my better days, I take the gesture for what it is, an acknowledgement of an unwelcome, if useful, guest. On my bad days, it comforts me somehow to see at least one person hasn't changed. I get the feeling that Snape was always fucked up, so there was nothing to

Beauty Is Not Gold Chapter 1: Snape Beauty is not gold. That was the old saw my mother said to me the first time I came home from, Muggle school crying about my looks, my jumble-sale clothes, and my unhygienic body. I was forever annoyed by that statement. It's not as if we had the gold either. Father was on a continuous downward spiral between the dole, shift work when he could get it, and the pub. So, I supposed if there was no beauty in my person and no gold to be had, I must simply liv

There's a club? Do you have secret handshakes?

Selkie Epilogue Lucius was content in his life, but still not whole. Over the next years, the three settled into a routine. It became Lucius' duty to teach Eir whilst Severus made their living gathering potions ingredients and brewing for the few wizards that had settled on the islands further north. Both Fair Isle and the Shetlands held a rather large number of wizards that had fled the United Kingdom during the war and continued to shun contact with the lowlands. Many had never returned,

Selkie Chapter 8 Home Again In the half-life that Lucius had lived for the entirety of his existence, to see Severus and yet know that he still could not have him was beyond agonising. Lucius spent the first weeks of his recovery inside the little room, communicating sullenly with the girl, whose name was Eir. She proudly told Lucius she was named after the healing goddess in Old Norse, all said with the lisp of a child who had just lost two milk teeth in a short period of time. She and Ma

Chapter 7 Man Lucius acquired a boat and a dog in Whitehall, on the island of Stronsay. The boat, more of a skiff with a flat bottom and a small motor, was purchased from a fisherman who looked doubtfully at Lucius, but accepted his money nonetheless. Lucius had been assured by the former owner that it would do well for the short voyages he planned. He spent days outfitting the small boat with anti-sinking, waterproofing, and specially devised compass charms that would ensure he was always

Chapter 6 The Traveller Lucius spent the months after Narcissa's death dealing with the estate, settling her Black family holdings on Draco, and ensuring that his son could want for nothing. In August, he read that Draco had gotten married to a Greengrass in a civil ceremony. The girl was a squib, never having made it to Hogwarts, but from impeccable bloodlines nonetheless. Lucius stifled the dull ache at having to read of his son's nuptials in the Daily Prophet. Such was his life. Pott

Chapter 5 Death Eater Children It had been children the Dark Lord had sent him after. Draco's age, his son's schoolmates. The thought chased around his head, (dogs and tails) sending him nearly round the bend. That swirling thought, and the Dementors outside his cell. Lucius hid his head under the thin blanket, shivering uncontrollably as one of the foul creatures passed. Children The Weasley girl's freckled face, motley white against the gloom of the hall, her eyes solemn, hatre

Reckoning Narcissa died on June 4th, 2002. Lucius marked the moment of her passing with little fanfare and no great show of grief. How can one grieve for the loss of a limb, or part of one's soul? It simply could not be done. He had made the necessary arrangements for her body years ago and so only needed to contact the proper authorities to hasten her departure from the Manor and into the cold earth. She would lie in state in the library until she was interred three days hence. Lucius need