My Lord

Wisburg, Germany, 1838

A man around his early 30s stands within a heptagram that had been painted across crooked, old, rotted floorboards. His long curled black hair went midway down his back. The man went down until his knees reached the floor, and put his hands out in front of him. All around him were black candles, all of which lit a flame. Dozens of strange symbols were written within the heptagram. Then, he haunches closer to the ground.

“Zodcare, eca, od odameranu…”

The black haired man takes hold of a sharp, old quill and strikes it directly into the vein of his arm. The quill extracted blood, and it stung, yet, he was aroused. He felt the urge throughout his entire body. There he sat on his knees, hunched over, completely naked, blood dripping down his arm. Ignoring his desires he starts to write an almost indistinguishable glyph. It was written in his own blood, onto the wax tablet before him. 

After the sight of this blood written out, his breathing increased. It was beautiful. His own blood was used to create this magnificent glyph. 

“Odo cicale Qaa…” 

He wraps his hands around his neck and gives a small squeeze. His hands trailed down his body and brushed over his hard nipples. They slowly crept down his body. Once his hands finally made it down to his cock, he pushed the skin back. A finger brushed the slit and his breath increased. His fingers ran down the veins as he stroked himself. The blood from his arm acting as the lube. His stroking increased, his breath increased. 

♱

The Wedding, 1838, Afternoon

Rain sprinkled down as the clouds only got darker. A small reception for a wedding was held in front of the white manor. The area was gorgeous. White lilies were placed all throughout the ceremony. They were on the altar, in the seats, and it only looked as if it was spreading. Dozens of guests sat in the chairs. Everyone has stoic expressions on their faces. The atmosphere was chilling and something, everything was off. Thunder hit hard, but each time it hit, it struck harder. Everything was echoing. The rain only got harder, yet it did not seem as if the guests cared.

In the distance a man, around 5 '8 stood. His skin was wonderfully tan, his curly raven hair was neatly done and had lilies placed it in, and a few freckles under his eyes. He wore a beautiful black veil and matching black and green dress robes. Though there was something… eerie about him. At one moment his face was like that of a bubbly child, and the next it seemed as if he was possessed. The most haunting thing about him was his emerald green eyes. It was like they glowed from underneath the veil. Lilies were acting as his bouquet as he walked down the aisle, seemingly possessed. 

He walked down the aisle slowly and there at the altar stood his groom. Alphard Black, was a handsome man, if not pretty. His eyes were a beautiful, stormy grey, and kind. The man seemed totally unaware of what his bride-to-be saw. Oblivious was a wonderful word that could be used to describe his face at that moment. He was totally unaware of everything, his sight only focused on his bride-to-be. 

To his side stood his groomsman, his cousin Cygnus Black. His eyes were full of hatred as he looked towards the bride-to-be. Yet, he said nothing, only glared, as if hoping the man would burn within the rain. On the other side of Alphard stood Cygnus’ wife, Druella. The woman stood on the other side of the pastor, as the emerald eyed man’s bridesmaid. She was gorgeous. Her eyes held no hatred for the bride-to-be, only hope and admiration. Though still she was oblivious, just as everyone else was. 

Above them the clouds only grew darker and darker with each passing moment. The rain got heavier as it showed the bride-to-be walking closer and smiling. Not seeming or noticing to care about the face his dress robes kept getting wetter as the minute passed. 

♱

The man with long black hair was still masterbating. It seemed his erotic conjuration was working and only getting stronger as the moment passed. He seemed to be utterly entranced with his work. The entirety of the world was as if it did not exist in that moment to him, all that mattered was this heptagram. Each minute his breath increased and it was a sign he was getting close to his release. 

“Zodoreje, lape zodiredo  Noco Mada…”

The ritual grew stronger.

♱

The bride-to-be’s face was joyful and charming. It was hard to look away from. His cheeks were rosy and as he walked past each row of people; their bodies began to convulse, then wither. Every single person. Yet, not a single person reacted to this. Each row of people filled into a pile of ash. The bride-to-be’s face only got happier and happier, her smile almost reaching her ears. It was a moment of blissfulness to her. Everything in the world held no meaning.

♱

The breathing increased even more. His black hair fell over his eyes and his hand movements on his cock increased. He was nearing the end of it. A moan falls from his mouth as he releases with a scream. His orgasm fell onto the blood sigils that lie on the floor.

“Hoathahe Gaunt Solomonari!”

His hands were placed in front of him to keep himself steady.

In a flash Gaunt’s deadly beautiful red eyes open from where he lay. The sound that came from his mouth sounded as though a beast was about to unleash from inside the depths of his soul. He was beautiful. His face was perfectly sculpted, he looked like a Greek god. The curls were jet-black and fit his face perfectly, his skin was pale, almost glowing. 

♱

The bride-to-be’s face was shown and in full ecstasy. His breath was heavy and he smiled at his groom-to-be. The pastor stood there and mumbled words that were ineligible to his ears. His groom-to-be took a hold of his hand, slid a ring over, and went closer to his ear and in a sweet, honey like voice said, “I do, forever in eternity. I shall stay by your side.” 

The skin on his hands began to wither away. Yet, the bride-to-be paid it no mind and slid a ring over his groom’s finger, laid a soft kiss on it and spoke, his voice haunted, “I do, in eternity we shall reside together. I shall stay by your side, through death and misery.”

Their promise was sealed with a kiss.

Alphard’s body convulsed. He withered. The bride-to-be’s face stayed oblivious. Ecstasy remained on his face. He was ecstatic. Then, it happened. It was like nothing was around her. Only ash covered lilies remained. A hand was around his throat as he leaned into the touch, a soft smile on his face. Ghostly lips brushed across his neck as he leaned into it. The touches to him were cold, yet that was all he craved. One of the hands around his neck slowly travelled down his arm and towards his hand. Long, sharp nailed fingers wrapped around his. In an instant he was pulled around to the figure.

His face was in ecstasy, as their faces were becoming closer, and closer together.

♱

Thunder hit even harder and lightning struck. The black haired man fell fully onto the floor. Windows burst open and copious amounts of wind blew through the room. A soft smile rested on his face as he laid there in his own blood and semen. Nothing could beat the pleasure he felt within that moment. In that very moment he almost felt as if he could cum once more.

His voice was desperate and weak as he whispered, “My Lordship, I am yours. I am yours to do as you please.”

As soon as it was over, he passed out. A smile plastered across his face.

♱

Black Residence, Wisburg, Germany, 1840

The man that wore the veil within the dream shot up in bed. His shining emerald eyes were as wide as they could go. At that moment, he could not move. He felt like he was frozen and his chest was moving up and down fast. His breathing was unsteady. After a moment he slowly calms down. He finally realized he was awake, so he slowly laid back down and closed his eyes. Turning over he tried to wrap an arm around his husband to pull him into his embrace. The other side of the bed was warm, but Alphard was not there.

“Alphard, my love?” He asked, his voice still heavy with sleep. 

No response was given. Slowly he reopened his eyes and looked to the spot in bed beside him. 

“Alphard, love?” The question came out once more. A slight panic was there, and he slowly sat up and scanned the room in front of  him. 

There in front of their vanity he stood. His face looked conflicted as he tried to tie his emerald green cravat. The same color as his eyes. A smile landed on his face as he realized. His husband looked very concentrated on what he was doing. It was still out of place, but he was trying his best. He paid his husband in bed no mind. 

Their bedroom resembled that of an upper-middle class family. It was quite cute, the wall paper was a lovely emerald-greyish color, and the furnishings were handcrafted professionally. All this was to disguise its shabbiness to others and themselves. Some of the wallpaper was starting to tear, from cat scratches mainly, and there were a few tiny water stains on the ceiling.

“What is it, my love? Bad dream?” Alphard turned towards him as he tried fixing his cravat again. Then, he gave a sigh, giving up and focused solely on his husband. He looked heavenly. Slowly he walked over to him and bent over laying a short kiss to his lips. 

Afterwards, he took a seat on the bed right at his side. Putting his hand on his husband’s heart he whispered, “Love, do tell me what’s got you in such a panic?” 

The other man, slowly sat up in the bed and looked down at his lap. “I-It’s nothing, I.. I.. I only dreamt was all. Really do not worry.”

Alphard sighed then a small smile appeared on his face. He moved himself towards the headboard, causing his husband to move over a bit. Grabbing his husband’s chin softly, he turned it towards him. “Come here, come here, there is nothing you should be worried about, or afraid. Nothing will happen, nothing at all.” Big emerald eyes looked at him as a leg was crossed over Alphard’s lap. He looked up and met his husband’s eyes, who wrapped his arms around his neck, Alphard in return wrapped his arms around his waist. 

“Harrison, my love, tell me what is wrong?” Harrison rested his head on his husband and kissed his hair.

 “The honeymoon was only too short! I only wished it to be longer.” The  man’s voice was like honey, it was beautiful. He leaned back from Alphard and pulled on his poorly done cravat. A kiss landed perfectly on the other’s lips, then slowly started trying to undo his cravat. 

“Take off your shoes, they’re dirtying the bed,” Harrison whispered, biting his husband’s ear. Then, Harrison was pulled into a tight hug. “I wish I could stay with you, my love, but I truly must go. This is important for me, for us.” 

Right after a snowy white cat jumps onto the bed, crawling in between the two. A short laugh escapes the two and the cat purrs. “Harrison, I have told you so many times not to let her onto the bed. I cannot wear anything dark around the bed with her. I am covered in white cat hair now. Truly this is a bad habit she has picked up,” Alphard continued, a small big on his face as he picks the hairs off of himself. 

Harrison kissed him once more before rolling off him to sit beside him. Then, he takes the cat into his lap and pets her. Scratching behind her ears, rubbing down her back. “But, my dearest Hedwig loves it here. She keeps me company whilst you go out, she wishes you to stay with us as well.” Hedwig meowed in response and shoved her head towards Alphard. 

Alphard looked at the two with loving eyes. “I know my love, but today is of utmost importance for us, this could change a lot.” Harrison looks at him, his eyes pleading. “Only a minute more?” Alphard’s face was covered in kisses. Then, he laid a kiss on his lips and leaned back where he sat.

 “My love, I wonder how I am worthy to even be in your presence. Such a lovely and affectionate wife I have. I do love you.” He placed another kiss on Harrison's lips, then got out of the bed, taking Hedwig with him. Gently he laid Hedweg on the ground and brushed himself off.

 Harrison crossed his arms and a pout was on his face. The taller man only chuckled at his husband’s antics. Though he truly was like a goddess incarnate. His lips were plump and all Alphard wished to do was kiss them, his eyes almost glowed an emerald color, and just everything about him was perfect. If he could he would paint portraits of his beloved and write poems about him. He deserved to be cherished. 

Even though he wished to stay with his husband he went to their bedroom and looked back at the beauty sitting in the bed. “I really must be off.” He heard his husband groan then the sheets move.

 Though for a split second he looked at his watch, he was late, so, so extremely late. “Oh, I must right now.” As he turned to finally leave, a hand grabbed his. His head turned back, then a kiss was placed on his mouth.

 “I’ll miss you,” Harrison whispered, as he attempted to wrap his arms around the other’s neck. 

Alphard only brushed him off and started hurrying towards the staircase. “Goodbye!” He shouts, then he is gone.

“Hold on,” Harrison said, his voice barely above a whisper. His voice was trembling and his hands started to shake. “Please.. Don’t go.” Tears threatened to fall from his eyes. 

♱

Alphard hurriedly closed the door behind him as he started jogging through the streets. He knew he was going to be late. The streets were filled with people, follower sellers, soup stands, livestock. They were everywhere.

 On more than one occasion a person tried to come up to him, asking him to buy something from them. “Black, sir, I know you have a husband at home. Don’t you think he would love this flower?” or “Oh! Mr. Black! Please, take some soup to Harrison!” Both of these were said to him more than once as he tried dodging them all. As he jogged further into the streets the smell of ox and horse dung got increasingly disgusting, along with the smell of fish and charcoal. 

He passed women carrying baskets filled to the brim with berries, vegetables, apples, and other such things. In his heart, he also felt a tinge of pity for them. The streets were bustling all the time and never quiet, except maybe at night. Though today was quite a bit busier than usual. 

After jogging for a bit he found an opening to a dimly lit alleyway. He snuck through some people and started to run. The walls of the alley were covered in moss and it seemed nobody really ever came through here. Footsteps were heard up in the distance, but he paid them no mind and kept running. A tall shadow casted over him, and Alphard crashes into him. They both fell back onto the cracked cobblestone and the other dropped his cane. A panicked look crashed over Alphard’s face, as he scrambles to get up. 

Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes. “Oh pray, forgive me, Mary, mein Herr.” Hurriedly, he found the other’s cane and handed it back over to him. “Oh, mein Herr, please forgive me, I am so terribly sorry.” The man takes his cane and on his hand shows a signet ring, with the deathly hallows symbol engraved onto it. His hand also seemed to be decaying. 

Alphard shook his head. “The light must be playing a trick on me.” 

The elder man slowly got up, Alphard noticed he looked around 80, and wore a plum purple flowing cloak. He peers at Alphard from under his hood, his blue twinkling eyes shining through the dark. His voice held no venom, he seemed to be a polite man.

“Patience, my boy. No one may out-run their destiny. Destiny is forever engraved into the very fabrics of life, in no way could this outcome have changed.” Alphard gives the elder man a weird glance, he almost looks like a wizard from his words and attire. Truthfully he does not understand the meaning behind those words, but he paid it no mind.

 He was in a rush after all. “Ah, yes, of course mein Herr, though a good day to you! I really must be off!” Off Alphard went, he was terribly late.

♱

Lestrange’s Estate Agency, Germany, 1840

Hurriedly, Alphard rushed towards the store, a look of shame on his face. The shop bell rang loudly and on a crocked, rotting sign outside it said, “Lestrange & Yaxley Estate Agents” the lettering was done in Germanic. 

Then, he opened the door and bowed slightly to the clerk. An almost villainous laughter was heard through one of the doors. Anxiously he fixed his hair as he started to walk down a corridor filled to the brim with paperwork. The laughter only got louder. 

Then, a hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him into another room. Alphard looked at the man who pulled him with a panic, then a look of recognition. “Mr. Yaxley, sir?” Alphard asked, his voice a bit on the edge. Yaxley stood tall before him, yet his face seemed.. worried. The elder man cleared his throat, then tapped his cane on the ground.

 “Do pay close attention to Lestrange when you speak to him. He’s been cackling like a lunatic since dawn.” Alphard gave him a curious look. 

“Has anything else seemed odd?” He inquired, then, he started to get nervous. Alphard himself had to go speak with him. 

“No, no, he has not come out of his office. Just do be cautious.” Yaxley then quickly dismissed him and walked back over to his desk. 

Alphard gave him a small bow then walked out. He closed Yaxley’s office door and took a deep breath, he needed to get this over with as fast as he could. Lestrange’s door was not too far down from Yaxley’s so he just took his time. Paperwork was everywhere in the halls. 

The cackling only continued to get louder. Once he reaches the door he stares at it and takes a deep breath. Slowly he grabs the door handle and opens it and sees Lestrange sitting at his desk.

 The other male’s long curly black hair was put up into a bun and he was giggling whilst signing off documents. “Mr. Lestrange has finally lost it,” He thought, walking in and closing the door behind him. 

“Pardon me, Herr Lestrange, I apologize for my–” Alphard began, but was quickly cut off by the other. 

Lestrange cackled and stood from his seat. “Your delay is providence, Black, providence!”

 Alphard looked at him curiously, walking closer to the other. “Forgive me, but the place you want me to talk to Lord Gaunt about, well, is it not in a ruin?”

 Lestrange looks out the window from behind his desk and taps his fingers. “He seeks an old home and has offered to pay quite generously. Noble families in this age don’t know what to do, except spend all their savings.” 

Alphard only hums at the face. Well it was very true. His uncle Arcturus did that quite a lot, especially with him living in Norway at the moment. “I shall meet with him tomorrow? Nine o'clock if everything allows?”

Lestrange only laughed once more, “That is the peculiarity… you see, he has yet to arrive, so you must journey out. He lives in a small country, well to the east of Bohemia. It gets quite cold in those parts.” He turned back to his desk and pulled out a large map. 

Alphard slowly walks over to the desk and looks at the map hard. “I see…”

“The country is well isolated within the Carpathian Alps. The land beyond the forest.”

The other still continues to examine the map to “TRANSYLVANIA.” On Lestrange’s desk lay a document dripping with medieval seals including the Deathly Hallows Sigil. Alphard looked at it with curiosity, he had never seen a language such as this. Lestrange noticed this and quickly hid the letter. The look in his eyes was a bit unhinged. Alphard felt that if he asked any questions Lestrange would go off the deep end. It made him uncomfortable. Thankfully Lestrange just handed him the map.

“It will surely be a great adventure for you,” Lestrange’s voice was on edge, like he was waiting for Alphard to ask about the letter. 

“Indeed, it will, I am quite excited for this adventure.”

“His Lordship, the count, has yet to advance funds. You must pay your own way to him. Whenever the deed is officially signed, he will reimburse you and sponsor your travel home. Neither him nor I wish you any trouble during this.” 

In the back of Alphard’s mind he highly doubted this.

“Why must the count not execute the deed here? Once he arrives?” The words left his lips before he could even think about it.

“He insists I offer him an agent! In the flesh! I promised him I would send out my very best one. He will pay very handsomely, Black. Handsomely! Hear that? Secure this account and you shall have your official position in our very firm! I’ll even give out more pay! Fail to secure this and this falls onto you.”

Alphard shivered and looked at the map in his hands, the words gave him a rush of excitement, but also concern. 

“Of course, Herr Lestrange. Thank you for this glorious opportunity. I shan’t disappoint you, though before I go, what was the count’s name?” 

“Gaunt.” 

The laugh that left Lestrange’s lips was bloodchilling. 

♱

Riddle Manor Gate, Little Hangleton Street, Dusk

Alphard walks down the street, shaking. He could not help, but felt that name held more importance than what was let it to be believed. The name Gaunt he swears he has heard before. Shaking the feeling off he walked towards the iron gates of an old medieval manor the count had requested to buy. “RIDDLE” it said in the now rusted iron.

The home was in fairly poor condition. Though still kept in good shape. Alphard had read in the file the manor had been taken care of by the Riddle’s old gardener, Frank Bryce. Sadly the man passed away around 6 years ago. A large ‘caw’ was heard and Alphard watched as a crow landed on the metal gates. That’s when he finally noticed that there were lily’s growing everywhere in the yard. It was too cold for anything to grow at the moment, so this surprised him. 

In the heat of the moment he carefully opened the gate and walked inside. The more he looked at the manor the more.. anxious he felt. It was like something was wrong with the manor. He found some beautiful liles and quickly plucked them from the ground. Harrison would love these.

Soon enough rain drops started hitting against the ground. Quickly it worsened and that’s when Alphard decided he needed to start heading back home. Lilies were all along the edge of the manor. Alphard stepped on one as he ran.

♱

Black Residence, Wisburg, Germany, 1840

Harrison stared at the lilies he held out to him.

No smile.

No willingness to take them.

Alphard stood in their room on his knees holding the flowers. A desperate plea on his face. “...I set off tomorrow to Count Gaunt, it will only be a four week journey. Cygnus has generously offered to let you stay with Druella and him ‘till I have returned.”

Harrison only looked at the flowers. His expression was blank and he refused to come any closer. A glint in his eyes was one Alphard had never seen before.

“What, my love?”

A response never came, but Harrison stepped a bit closer towards the flowers. 

“I know, my love, yet I shall be home in a matter of two months. Time is swift, yes, but I will hope it only seems like hours.”

Harrison still paid him no mind. Though the look on his face was of deep sorrow. His eyes were wider than usual as he continued to look at the flowers. “Why have you killed these beautiful lilies?” The man’s voice was soft, almost too soft. 

Alphard looked at him exasperated. “Does he not give one care that I shall be gone? Only for these wretched flowers. These flowers were picked carefully, I made sure of it.”

“What?” Alphard finally asked, his voice steady.

“Nothing.”

“What are you even talking about? They are not dead.”

“Please, forgive me, my darling.”

Harrison never looked at him. He did not even notice the irritated look on his husband’s face. Alphard seemed to believe the other did not particularly care about what he felt like. 

“Let us put them in water then?” The question came before Alphard could think. Though he was trying to make his husband understand they were perfectly fine.

“They will be dead in a day or two, they are useless. Throw them out.” Bright emerald eyes bore into his. His husband ment it. He did not care that Alphard was leaving nor the fact he brought him his favorite flowers. No, stead he wants them gone. He is treating them as if they were garbage.

“What?” Finally it came out of Alphard's mouth. He was concerned at this point.

“THROW THEM OUT, I DO NOT WANT TO SEE THEM. I WISH THEM TO BE GONE. CAN YOU NOT UNDERSTAND, ALPHIE!?” Harrison’s voice was loud. This was the loudest Alphard had ever heard his husband. Tears were starting to pour from the rims of his eyes and he wept and took the flowers. 

“Why? Why do you want them gone? They are not dead yet, even if they were to die in a few days-” Harrison cut him off.

“You cannot leave. You mustn't leave me,” His voice was back to normal. Tears streamed out harder. 

He did care.

“What are you talking-” He was quickly cut off once more. 

Harrison fell to his knees and wept, “I must tell you my dream.”

“Harrison, please we have put all of these difficulties behind us. Why is this even important right now? This is not what we were even talking about.”

“It is, Alphie! I must tell you! Oh how I must! You have to understand!”

“Harrison..”

“Please, Alphie, my love. I need this.”

He gave in and knelt on the ground in front of his husband.

“The night of our wedding. It was not in the chapel, but outdoors. Under the lovely moonlight. The area around us was magnificent, lilies surrounding the grounds, the smell of rain in the hair. Though as I walked through the aisle the bodies within the crowd seemed to drop.. Whenever I reached the altar you did not stand before me. Standing there before me was dressed in all black.. Alphard, it was Death. Death stood at the altar waiting for me to join him. It was beautiful.”

Alphard took a deep breath and tried to keep his composure. Though his husband before him sunk deeper to the floor, his hair covered his face as he continued his story.

“I was so happy to see him, so, so very happy. We exchanged our vows, we embraced, and when we turned around was when I finally realized everyone had died. Father.. Mother.. Everyone. The stench of their bodies is still haunting me. Though it was overwhelmed by the lilies and the rain. I feel horrible to admit I had never been happier in my life. I stood there with my hands interlocked with Death’s. He held me with such care. As though I was as delicate as the flowers surrounding us. I never wanted it to end.”

Alphard lent forward and took the other man into his arms. He cradled him and refused to let him go, The other was shaking. He never wished to see his darling husband in such a state. Harrison did not deserve this.

“I want you to never speak of such things aloud. Never again. It is all in your head and it is nothing. Only a foolish dream your mind has come up with.”

A calloused hand strokes through the other’s curls. He did his best to soothe the other.

“Everything is well for the two of us. I do promise you that, my love.”

“My dream.. I know it portrays something awful!”

Alphard chuckled, “My love, we are already wed to one another! What could be amiss with us? Whenever I return from this we shall leave this run down house of my family’s. We shall buy a fine house of our own, with a maid servant, a small bed for your dearest Hedwig, and perhaps with a few more rooms for our later children?”

Harrison sniffled and looked up at Alphard. His eyes were lined with tears. “I don’t need such things, our shabby home is good enough.”

“You do deserve it all. I promise you that, for I would never lie to you about such. Look at it this way, there are rats crawling through our walls!”

“Alphie, Hedwig has been catching them! There are–”

“Harrison! This is just plain childish! This home is horrid!”

The look on Harrison’s face was desperate at this point.

“Do you not see it, Alphard? Nothing will matter once you leave.”

Alphard said nothing to him. He only let him go and Harrison was left to weep on the floor. His sobs went on as Alphard went about packing. Not once did he glance at his husband on the ground. He had enough of the other’s foolish behavior and refused to deal with it much longer. 

♱

Coach, Nightfall

The two sat silently in the coach. Not once glancing at the other. The argument was still fresh on Alphard’s mind and refused to listen to his husband’s childishness. He was a grown man for crying out loud! Harrison should be able to differentiate between what is real and what is loony. A quick glance was spared towards his husband. A shadow was casted on the other’s face as it was still stained in his tears. Hedwig jumped on Harrison’s lap and a hand slowly came up to pet her.