As a rule, it has always been stated that pure blooded wizards should stick together. From before any living wizard could remember, there had been arranged marriages, which were used to strengthen the bloodlines, and also to keep the wealth close. Husbands were paired with wives sometimes even before they were born...This story is one of those stories. The Logan family of Scotland had their eyes on the Andrews family of England. The Andrews were to be said to having a daughter in a few short months, and the Logans were convinced that bringing their two families together through the Andrews'' future daughter, and their four-year-old son was a profitable decision. The two families had a brief meeting, and it didn't take much convincing for the Andrews family to agree with the arrangement.
At the ripe age of four, Percival Logan was already betrothed to a girl who wasn't born yet. By the time he turned five, he was visiting his future in-laws house to meet the little baby Alice. When he was told that she would one day be his wife, his little five-year-old mind couldn't grasp the concept. "I don't want to marry her, she is a baby!" But his father explained to him that the baby would grow up and become a beautiful woman. He still couldn't understand how something so smelly could grow up and be a beautiful woman, but his father was going to teach him what exactly that meant.
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At the age of eleven, Percival was just months away from going to Hogwarts. He was still being forced over for various "play dates" with Alice, and his attitude hadn't changed much in six years. When he went over, he often sat in the corner and glared at the little girl. The last thing that he wanted to do as an eleven-year-old boy was to sit and play with a six-year-old. After what seemed like hours of sitting, his father picked him up. Percival spoke to his father like he usually did, but his father didn't seem to be having any of it. Instead, his father grabbed his hand and disapparated from the Andrews' front yard without a word.
Percival thought that they were taking their usual trip home, so he was surprised when they stopped moving and he felt the feeling of sand on his feet. His eyes scanned the location that his father had decided to take them, and tried to figure out why they were not home. His father sat him down in the sand, and told him to look around and tell him what he saw. His eyes scanned the beach for something unusual. It only took one scan to notice that the people on the beach were not wearing any clothes. "Dirty muggles," were the words that came out of his fathers mouth. "They don't cover themselves up. They flaunt around as if people would like to look at them. These people are disgusting. Do not affiliate with them." But Percival was focused on another thing, he was focused on the women. Was that going to be what Alice would look like when she was older? He had to know.
"Father," he said with apprehension. "Is that what women look like? Women wizards?"
"Yes, and no," his father said calmly. "Muggle women are dirty, they don't understand what witches do. Alice will grow up to be a beautiful woman, much more beautiful than these. You deserve better than this trash."
"But father, these women are-" he couldn't take his eyes off of them " -they are - " he couldn't figure out the word to use.
"I know son," his father said. And the two sat there on the beach, watching the Muggle women for hours in silence. Percival learned two things that day. The first: muggles were disgusting. The second: women were objects for men's pleasure. Although he didn't know how far that pleasure could go, he knew that he loved to look at them.
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It was Percival's fifth year at Hogwarts, and it had been a successful year at that. He had a group of close friends who shared the same ideals as himself, and he was successful in the majority of his courses. But this day was not a test on his school aptitude, it was a test on how masculine he was. He had convinced Lucy Mulciber to meet him in a paddock near the lake for a "date." It had been known that the Mulciber girl was not very much of a lady, and didn't know how to keep her legs together. It was something that he would never admit, but Percival was nervous. He had never been with a woman in the way that he was planning to be with Lucy, but he had heard and read how things were supposed to work.
He was sitting on a log, waiting, his eyes stuck on the opening barely focused. He didn't know if Lucy was late or if he was early, but he was growing impatient. He stood up, and walked to the opening and was surprised on what he found. Lucy was being forced down to the ground by another Slytherin boy and was about to be taken advantage of. His eyes widened, and he did the only thing he knew what to do. He drew his wand and ran towards the boy yelling any curse that he could think of. When he got close enough, he kicked the boy in the ribs, and grabbed Lucy and ran back towards the paddock. Instead of resting inside that paddock they ran into the forest, deep enough where the trees began to get very thick, and hid. He held his hand over Lucy's mouth to keep her quiet, made eye contact with her, held a finger to her lips, and then let her go. They sat there for what seemed like an hour, listening for the other Slytherin boy.
By this point, his confidence was high. He looked at Lucy and finally asked the question that he should have asked a long time ago, "Are you ok?" And without even answering she threw herself on him and began kissing him passionately. It was that day that Percival learned that women were not just objects to be looked at, but also objects to physically please men. But he also learned something that he would not tell another man: you earn a woman, not just take her. He spent the rest of his years at Hogwarts "earning" other female students. But he paid little attention to his future wife, the woman who's heart he probably should have been trying to earn.
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A wedding was supposed to be a joyful time. The union of two pureblood families was masked with a joyful scene but was actually interlaced with a competition to show wealth to everyone invited. Their wedding was no different. It wasn't a happy day for Alice or Percival, as Percival never tried to get to know Alice. He knew that he was going to be stuck living in the same house as her, and his days of winning over other women were pretty much over. He tried for the first year of his marriage to remain faithful, but he quickly fell into his old patterns of finding and using other women for their bodies. Their sex was still active, seeing as it was their duty to produce offspring. It took two years for Alice to become pregnant with their firstborn. Percival found out what the third purpose of women was: to produce children.
During Alice's pregnancy Percival was still not loyal. He had his casual encounters at least three times a week. But, what he did change was the fact that he stood up for her when any of his male colleagues said anything bad about her. She was carrying his son, and that gave her some worth.
After nine months of pregnancy, the firstborn Logan baby was born, and Percival's was pleased to find that he had a baby son. They named him Lennox Edan Logan, finding it to be a strong name. He was a large baby and was very spoiled for the first seven months of his life...until his mother got pregnant again.
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At the age of one, Logan gained a little sister. As they grew up, they were close despite the fact that they were raised by two different parents. Lennox was raised by his father, and his sister was raised by his mother. They were both taught what their gender roles were, starting from before they were able to talk (although Alice tried to teach her daughter that she shouldn't ever be treated the way she was).
Lennox was taught from a young age that women were objects. On Lennox's eleventh birthday, Percival told him that he was going to take him on a special trip. So the two of them disappeared from their front yard and appeared at the familiar beach that Percival had been to in years past. Muggle women were parading topless around the beach.
"There," said Percival, pointing out toward the crowd of women, "are women. Muggle women, but women."
Lennox looked out at the women with a slack-jawed expression. "Father, I thought we didn't look at Muggle women." Even as he said this he couldn't stop his eyes from woman to woman.
"We don't," he said simply. "Witches are much more pleasant to look at."
"Why did you bring me here if I am not supposed to look?"
"To teach you." Percival stood beside his son, both hands in his pockets. This was the most relaxed Lennox had ever seen his father. "Women are here for us. For men."
Lennox nodded, "To become our wives?"
"Yes and no. They are here for our viewing pleasure, for our physical pleasure, and to have our children."
Lennox thought he understood, but could not understand the complexity of this statement at his age. All that he could comprehend was that he liked looking at these women, and he didn't want to stop.
Percival began to speak again, "these women are asking for it. They are asking to be taken. But, you cannot just go take one. You have to earn it. It is kind of like a game. Would you like to see how this game is played?"
Without knowing what he agreed to, he nodded. And with a crack his father and him disapparated from the beach.
He found himself in a dark room. His father was still standing next to him. "Son, there will be a woman coming soon. This will be my first encounter with her in this type of situation. I need you to remain very quiet." And with that, he lead Lennox into a closet. The door was cracked open so that Lennox could see what was going on in the room, but he couldn't be seen.
There was a knock on the door, and Percival looked at Lennox and pushed a finger to his own mouth. "Come in," he said with a smooth voice. A woman, who had to be in her 20s, walked into the room. Percival began his game. He offered her a drink, told her she was beautiful, and kept on making eye contact with her. Every chance that he got he would touch her for a brief moment.
Lennox had no idea what was about to happen, or why he was stuck in this dark closet. But then suddenly it began to happen. His father began to take off the woman's clothes, and before he knew it his father was on top of the woman. Lennox tried to back further into the closet, not wanting to see the scene that was before his eyes. Although his father thought he was teaching him women's place in the world, he was teaching his son something else. Men were driven by their desires, and would do anything they could to get what they wanted.
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It seemed like ages until his Hogwarts letter came. When it finally arrived the whole family went to Diagon Ally to get his supplies. The entire trip, his sister whined about how she wanted to go to Hogwarts this year, and how it wasn't fair that he got to go first. Lennox ignored her through his robe fitting, wand shopping, book shopping, and through the apothecary. But when they were picking an owl out for him he finally snapped at her, "I am older than you. Stop acting like a selfish brat." His sister glared at him. This marked the moment that they began to drift apart.
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"SLYTHERIN!" The sorting hat was taken off Lennox's head, and he walked to the table filled with green wearing students. He knew he was going to be forced to become friends with many of the children around him. He just wanted to be sure that he was making friends with the "right people" as his father said.
During the first few months of schooling he began to realize who he wanted to fraternize with, and who he didn't. He never was a fan of the Ravenclaws, as they seemed to flaunt the fact that they were sorted into their house because they were intelligent. He was smart as well, but he didn't flaunt it around the school.
One day an older Slytherin boy shoved Lennox into a wall as he was passing him. Lennox, not knowing how to keep his mouth shut, shouted at the boy that he should open his eyes, and watch where he was going (in much harsher words). Much to be expected, a hex was thrown his way, and he threw up slugs for the next two hours. It was then that he realized he needed to keep his mouth shut unless there was something that absolutely needed to be said.
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A year later he sat at the same table, watching first years get sorted. His sister walked up to the stool and had the hat barely placed on her head, and a loud "SLYTHERIN" yelled out. She came and sat by her own brother, and he congratulated her.
From that day forward, he aimed to protect his sister. He didn't want anyone to take advantage of her, especially in his later years at Hogwarts when he was taking advantage of other young women. He was the dark quiet type, and Hogwarts girls ate that up.
His sister had an attitude on her, and often got the two of them in trouble. Detention at least twice a month was customary for the siblings. But she never seemed to appreciate his help. She always told him to leave her alone, and said that she could handle it. She mouthed off pure blood propaganda, and he was often blamed for what she said. It wasn't that he didn't believe what she was saying, but he didn't want to back it up either. He had no choice but to back her up, because she was blood to him. He always had believed that nothing ran thicker than blood, and he wasn't about to let anyone mess with his sister.
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Girls at Hogwarts were a fun, yet easy, game. He had a few things going for him...He came from good blood, he was on the Quidditch team as a chaser, and he was a very smooth talker. Thanks to his father, sex seemed like a small step in a relationship, so he was never really nervous about the act. That being said, many young women were deflowered by Lennox. He was never really a relationship sort of guy, so many of the girls had a dislike for him after they realized that he wasn't as into them as they were into him. That being said, there were always those girls that he wanted to get, but he could never get his hands on. They were the girls who knew how to stand up for themselves...the ones who ran with the boys, and could hold their own. For some reason, they always intimidated him. As much as he tried, he could never bag one of these lasses. Instead, he would be stuck fucking a dumb bimbo that he wouldn't even want to see the next day.
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Graduation came much sooner than expected. He was thrown into the real world with a shock. His first job that he got was as a bus boy at wizards bar in London. Six months later he was behind the bar serving alcohol to the locals. He knew this is what he wanted to do, so he took money from his father, found a bar with an apartment above it, and signed a lease. It took him three months of renovating the bar before he opened it. It was the greatest feeling opening for the first time, even though it was just a few already drunk wizards joining him in the bar.
He was so focused on trying to make his bar succeed that he didn't keep up on the happenings around him. Sure, he heard the drunken rumors that came from the prattling of customers, but it was almost impossible to know who was telling the truth. His sister began writing him letters, telling him about the Death Eaters, and about Voldemort. She told him that she was joining in the fight as soon as she graduated. Of course, this meant he had to join the fight as well in an attempt to protect her.
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It was the beginning of the worst night of his life. He was being sent on his first raid with the Death Eaters. They all apparated into a Muggle orphanage and were instructed to kill every child in the building. Lennox couldn't stomach killing a child, so he decided he was going to go after the adults instead. An old, frail woman was hiding behind a desk. She looked as if she only had moments to live. He began to raise his wand at her, and she cried out "please, don't." He couldn't. But within a split second he heard his sister hiss the killing curse from right behind him, and with a flash of green light the woman crumpled to the ground.
Lennox stood there in shock as screaming people around him suddenly grew silent. He had never seen so much death in his life. After what seemed forever, they all disappeared from the orphanage without a trace. The moment they arrived back in front of their master, Voldemort took control of his mind and saw that he hasn't killed anyone. He told him that he was to be punished, and asked for volunteers to join in the fun. His sister was the first to step forward. She threw every curse at him that you can imagine (other than the killing curse). He had never felt so much pain. When he was feeling like he would no longer live, he heard a strict "enough" come from Voldemort's mouth. The room went dark, and Lennox passed out.
When he woke up, he saw a young boy stuck to a chair with what looked like invisible ropes. "Kill him," hissed Voldemort.
He had to do it. He couldn't be tortured any longer. With a green flash, the child went limp.
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One night later he was sitting in his flat, thinking and stewing about the night before. He knew it wasn't right. If they could do that to someone who was on their side, maybe they were the ones who was wrong. He was ready to denounce the death eaters and take a stand against them.
He got in contact with a known member of the Order and told him his story. He said he wanted to fight on their side, and that he knew that it was what was right. The order member told him to wait, and remain silent about his decision.
A week later, Dumbledore himself appeared in his apartment. He had a small vile of Veritaserum, and he told Lennox to drink it. Lennox willingly did, and told his story again. Dumbledore looked at him, silent for what seemed like hours, and finally told him that he had a job for him and that the job would be difficult. He was going to be a double agent. He would have to fool Voldemort into believing that he was fighting for him. He would lay low to avoid attention being driven to him, and he would report back to the Order with any pertinent information.
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In what seemed to be the worst turn of fate, it was all over. The Death Eaters took over the Ministry and were convinced that the war was over. But, the Death Eaters didn't seem to realize is that there was still a resistance rising and Lennox's bar was a common meeting place for that resistance. Lennox played off as if he didn't know many of the people who he was in fact very close to.
He was still new to fraternizing with the half-bloods, and wasn't sure if they wanted to talk to him, so he remained somewhat quiet. He only spoke when he had something important to say, or if he was serving a drink. He quickly began to realize how arrogant he had been in the past. It was beginning to be hard to put on the rough face in front of the side that he didn't even want to be aligned to. But luckily for him, every death eater seemed to be celebrating, and didn't have time to question him.