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FTtSoL 04
Title: Faster Than the Speed of Love
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Harry Potter
Even knowing that Draco had been abused in a most horrible manner,
Charlus had to clench his fists hard at his sides as he strode away
from the guestroom.
The sight of Draco's tears had affected him more than he'd imagined
and he wished desperately that there was someone for him to punish.
But from what Healer Merryweather had explained, Draco's grasp on who
had attacked him was rather shaky.
There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Draco had been targeted by
the Dark Lord. Other than that, Draco's accounting of events was
confused and made no sense. Healer Merryweather said it was the result
of Confundus charms and improperly performed memory charms. It was
only luck that Draco had survived all that had been done to him and
with his mind intact.
The thought that Draco could have died before Charlus had ever met him
was a disturbing one. The kind of thing practically guaranteed to keep
him up nights brooding.
Charlus went down the stairs and headed to his father's study. He
figured a glass of fire whiskey might clear his mind.
He still felt restless, his thoughts disturbed, though the warm burn
in his stomach was somewhat soothing. Charlus flung himself backward
in an armchair and cradled his glass in his hands. He stared down into
the amber depths.
Things had not gone as smoothly as he'd led Draco to believe. Sweet
reasonable Dorea had become a raging harridan when informed of the
divorce, but there had been nothing she could do about it. Their
Marriage Contract had been magically binding.
He did feel guilt about separating a mother from her newborn baby, but
she had raised such a fuss that Nigel had put his foot down. There was
no way the Potter heir would be in contact with such a corrupting
influence, and never mind that Dorea was Hadrian's mother.
She had seemed an inch away from declaring a blood feud between their
families. Her father had nearly dragged her from the room, his eyes
blazing with a rage that only the honor of the Black family had him
restraining.
Charlus had been sure they would be cursed, but his father had thought
ahead. There had been two aurors in the meeting room, their wands open
in their hands. The whole scene had been terrible and Charlus thought
he would regret Dorea Black for all the days of his life.
He knew he'd seriously wronged her. But the bond connecting him to
Draco was above all that and Charlus knew he would have done much
worse to be able to keep Draco. Divorce was such a minor thing in
comparison.
He drained the last of his fire whiskey are rose to pour another. He
wondered when he should introduce Draco to Hadrian. The baby was in
the nursery under the care of Jinxy, his house elf nanny. He would
grow up wanting for nothing, just as Charlus had promised.
And Charlus would keep the vow he'd made in his heart and ensure that
Draco was happy as well.
Draco had been hurt too much. Charlus would protect him from
experiencing anymore.
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Harry Potter
Even knowing that Draco had been abused in a most horrible manner,
Charlus had to clench his fists hard at his sides as he strode away
from the guestroom.
The sight of Draco's tears had affected him more than he'd imagined
and he wished desperately that there was someone for him to punish.
But from what Healer Merryweather had explained, Draco's grasp on who
had attacked him was rather shaky.
There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Draco had been targeted by
the Dark Lord. Other than that, Draco's accounting of events was
confused and made no sense. Healer Merryweather said it was the result
of Confundus charms and improperly performed memory charms. It was
only luck that Draco had survived all that had been done to him and
with his mind intact.
The thought that Draco could have died before Charlus had ever met him
was a disturbing one. The kind of thing practically guaranteed to keep
him up nights brooding.
Charlus went down the stairs and headed to his father's study. He
figured a glass of fire whiskey might clear his mind.
He still felt restless, his thoughts disturbed, though the warm burn
in his stomach was somewhat soothing. Charlus flung himself backward
in an armchair and cradled his glass in his hands. He stared down into
the amber depths.
Things had not gone as smoothly as he'd led Draco to believe. Sweet
reasonable Dorea had become a raging harridan when informed of the
divorce, but there had been nothing she could do about it. Their
Marriage Contract had been magically binding.
He did feel guilt about separating a mother from her newborn baby, but
she had raised such a fuss that Nigel had put his foot down. There was
no way the Potter heir would be in contact with such a corrupting
influence, and never mind that Dorea was Hadrian's mother.
She had seemed an inch away from declaring a blood feud between their
families. Her father had nearly dragged her from the room, his eyes
blazing with a rage that only the honor of the Black family had him
restraining.
Charlus had been sure they would be cursed, but his father had thought
ahead. There had been two aurors in the meeting room, their wands open
in their hands. The whole scene had been terrible and Charlus thought
he would regret Dorea Black for all the days of his life.
He knew he'd seriously wronged her. But the bond connecting him to
Draco was above all that and Charlus knew he would have done much
worse to be able to keep Draco. Divorce was such a minor thing in
comparison.
He drained the last of his fire whiskey are rose to pour another. He
wondered when he should introduce Draco to Hadrian. The baby was in
the nursery under the care of Jinxy, his house elf nanny. He would
grow up wanting for nothing, just as Charlus had promised.
And Charlus would keep the vow he'd made in his heart and ensure that
Draco was happy as well.
Draco had been hurt too much. Charlus would protect him from
experiencing anymore.