Fic Title: Shot
Author: Firesword
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters belong to JK
Rowling and so on. I own nothing, except the plot maybe. The lyrics
aren't mine – I do not own it. Shot by The Rasmus. Just dealing
with a useless? but absolutely ferocious bunny?
Summary: Slash. HPLM. Songfic (Shot by The Rasmus). As Harry
Potter finally turned seventeen, Lucius Malfoy began to have unnerving
dreams.
Genre: Angst. Romance. Suspense
Warnings: Slash. I don’t think I can call this a fluff fic. You
don’t have to know details of HBP to enjoy this. OOC.
Author's Notes: I have just found out ... takes a
deep breath that Michael Serpent
has passed on. He was the first person to ask me if he could put
'Transcendence' in his website. And so ... in his memory...
Rating: Red Flame
– SHOT –
by Firesword
Fingers clutched tightly at the wooden edge of the cot as their owner tried to stop himself from trembling violently. Lucius Malfoy was incapable of understanding why his body was behaving as such. The news of his wife’s death had not affected him much, and so he could not understand why a dream was able to make him, a grown and a heartless wizard, to shake like a leaf. That dream had thrown his mind into an endless, chaotic whirl.
When the shaking stops, this will stop too, Lucius told himself in between the flashes of images from his dream. When the trembling did stop, Lucius slowly uncurled from his position and sat up. He wiped the sweat from his brows and took huge, steady breaths. He looked up at the small window of his cell – the sky appeared still dark, but he knew that dawn was just a few hours away.
He licked his lips, reached out for the small jug of water, and poured a bit of the liquid into a clean cup. He downed it quickly and let it soothe his dry throat. However, at the flash of a pair of green eyes in his mind, his fingers went numb and he dropped the cup. Fortunately, the Auror who was in charge of guarding his cell had charmed the blasted cup with an Unbreakable Charm several days ago. Irritated, he snatched the cup from the floor and set it back at the crude table beside his cot.
I don’t understand. Lucius frowned heavily. If this is the Dark Lord’s plan ... could it be? But…. The silver-haired prisoner rose from his bed and paced across the length of his small cell. I don’t understand ... if this is His plan, this plan for me to deceive the bloody wizardling, then why…. Lucius felt his cheeks burning with shame. Why do I feel responsible for Potter? Something is not right. I should be feeling murderous. After all, it was because of him that I’m in here – without a bloody trial. I should not be feeling…. He groaned loudly.
Then he started to feel anxious all over again, just because he was not there to look after a Gryffindor. That is wrong, Lucius fretted. Why am I feeling protective? He is my enemy – my master’s enemy ... but the Lord... Lucius looked at his forearm, but the white sleeve of his shirt covered the hideous Dark Mark. I have not been Called. He no longer favors me. So ... why?
-oOooOooOo-
A goblet made of glass flew across the room and it shattered upon impact against a very solid kitchen wall. The glass of his kitchen cabinets cracked ominously and so did several plates. Heavy footsteps were heard running down on the staircase frantically and soon, someone was standing on the threshold of the white kitchen.
“Harry?” someone called the angry, emerald-eyed teenager nervously.
“Hermione, it’s not working!” Harry exploded and sank to the kitchen floor.
“Harry, you know the potion needs time to take effect,” his friend said gently.
Flashes of silver hair and a loving smile appeared in his mind and he whimpered. It filled him with want and desire, and he wanted to hold the person badly. “Just what is happening to me, Hermione? I can’t stop thinking about,” he stopped himself from uttering Malfoy’s name, “the bloody person.”
“It has been thirty minutes, hasn’t it?”
The raven-haired wizard looked up and stared at the small clock on the table. “Forty,” he mumbled. He scowled when Hermione gave him a startled look and her expression turned worried almost immediately.
“Then … Harry, come up to the library.”
He was about to say that he did not want to – he had to clean up the mess he had created after all, but Hermione was having none of it and she had simply pulled him up to his feet and dragged him along.
“It didn’t work?” Ron asked immediately when Harry and Hermione entered the room.
“No, Ron, it didn’t.” Hermione sounded quite resigned for some reason.
“I told you it had to be something more mysterious,” Ron said smugly.
Harry sat down next to his friend and pointed his chin at the thick book in his friend’s hands. “What is that?”
“An explanation of what might be causing your restlessness,” Ron said cheerfully.
“Seriously, Ronald, that is rubbish,” Hermione sniffed.
“I thought you girls would be delighted at the thought.”
“Soulmates don’t exist. They’re myths.”
“And what if they do?”
“Soulmates?” Harry’s eyes narrowed. He did not like the sound of that at all.
“Here, read this yourself.” Ron handed him the book and Harry quickly read the passage on the page. His frown deepened as minutes passed.
“This is something rare, but it has been recorded in wizarding history, and it states that both need to be of age so that the bond can activate,” he said in a flat voice. “The only way to surely find out if you are a pair is to be with the other and ... what in the hell does this mean?”
“It means that you will feel something that you haven’t felt before, and from that moment on, anyone who sees you together will know that you are a couple immediately. People will know that you are special and people who will try to part you will be cursed,” Ron explained to him.
Harry continued to frown.
“That is one advantage ... but ... if one dies the other will follow as well. It’s all well and good to know that it’s not because anyone around here has slipped you a love potion, but if this means you have a soulmate somewhere...” Ron grimaced. “You’d better find her, Harry and keep her safe.”
It’s a him, Ron, not a her. Harry stood up and gave Ron the book.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to the conference room. I need to talk to Kingsley.” Harry paused at the door. “I want the two of you to come with me.”
“Anytime, mate!” Ron grinned at him and immediately jumped to his feet.
“I don’t think you should be so high-handed, Harry,” Hermione grumbled.
“I have to be, Hermione,” he answered grimly. “If I don’t, I can’t get anything done.”
“What is it that you’re going to do?”
“I need to see someone, but the person is locked away in prison. So, that’s why I need to talk with Kingsley.” Harry did not elaborate and his friends did not ask him anything. When they reached the double doors of the conference room, Hermione knocked on it politely before opening it.
“Harry,” Remus greeted him tiredly, “you should not–”
“I know, and I’m sorry for interrupting.” Green eyes stared hard at Kingsley Shacklebolt. “Sir, I need to see Lucius Malfoy.”
“WHAT?” the members of the Order in the room exclaimed.
“Harry, what are you saying?” Hermione gasped.
“I believe he has valuable information that we can certainly use,” Harry lied glibly.
“He has been very unwilling to help, lad, I don’t see him changing his mind to help us now,” Fudge, who had joined the Order several weeks ago, said tiredly.
“Harry, mate, are you certain?” Ron croaked.
“The only way that we can find out is if I go there in person.” Harry slowly turned to face his friends. “I need to find out,” he said quietly to Hermione and Ron.
“Harry, it’s too dangerous for you to go out there!” Molly said loudly, almost hysterically.
The young wizard shook his head wearily. “I have to do it, Mrs. Weasley. I need to find out ... something, anything.”
-oOooOooOo-
The same thing happened to Lucius the next night and he spent most of the following morning meditating and he tried to remember if there was anything peculiar in the history of Malfoys. He vaguely remembered something about Lord and Lady Malfoy – his ancestors – being blessed to be united by a sacred bond, but Lucius Malfoy believed himself to be a skeptic. He firmly believed that a love bond such as the one shared by his ancestors did not exist.
Even if there is ... why now? Why did I not feel this several years ago, when I had met Potter? The wizard started to pace again and it struck him.
His age. Lucius froze and stared at the dark wall of his prison with wide eyes. Potter is ... he is seventeen. He has ... Merlin. Potter.
He had not heard the door of his cell opening, as he was too caught up in his thoughts, but the person that was standing just behind it was too powerful to be ignored. Lucius opened his mouth to say something, but the words remained stuck in his throat, and so, he simply stared at Potter.
Why has he come? Why did he... Lucius caught sight of the wizard’s close friends and frowned. They appeared very troubled. He saw movement and his eyes flickered back to the emerald-eyed wizard.
Potter was moving toward him.
“Don’t move any closer!” Lucius had shouted and he had unconsciously taken several steps back. He should have known that the Gryffindor would not listen to him. “Potter!” he hissed. He is too close! Lucius thought in alarm. “Don’t come any closer, Potter!” He looked around desperately.
“Lucius,” the wizard called him in a soft voice, and Lucius froze. “Lucius.” Emerald eyes looked at him with peculiar tenderness.
A part of him screamed at him in the back of his mind and demanded what he thought he was doing, but he reached out and touched the wizard’s cheek. “Harry,” he whispered.
“No bloody way,” he heard someone groan.
“That’s impossible,” a female voice muttered.
“And just what in the hell is going on here?”
Lucius did not pay attention to the male voice at all, as he was too busy with feeling the strength of Harry’s embrace. “Harry,” he murmured the Gryffindor’s name. He rubbed his cheek against soft, black hair.
“Mister Potter, what are you...” The voice trailed off.
Lucius pulled back and grazed his lips along Harry’s cheeks as he did so, and his stomach tightened at the glazed look on the young man’s face. Then he gently grasped Harry’s hands and stepped away. He stared unblinkingly at Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. After several minutes, he cleared his throat.
“I do not understand ... but he can’t be my...” Lucius felt very embarrassed.
“Ron, you said that everyone would know if he and I are soulmates,” the emerald-eyed Gryffindor said softly.
Soulmates. The word echoed in the depths of Lucius’ mind. Harry and I, are soulmates?
“Yes, and it’s quite clear,” Weasley answered in a strained voice. “What in the hell do I explain to Mum and Dad if you bring him back?”
“What?” Harry and Hermione hissed.
“Didn’t you two read the passage from the bloody book? Any form of distance between the two of you will just make you depressed,” Weasley railed. “Hermione, you are the bookworm – how could you miss the bloody information? Harry, you and him cannot be separated. So, Mister whatever your name is, Harry and Lucius Malfoy are soulmates and it is up to you and the Ministry if you would dare do anything to keep them apart.”
“Ron, don’t tell me you believe in such superstition,” Granger hissed.
“It is not superstition, ‘Mione, it’s fact. It’s happened before in the Malfoy history.”
“But that was several generations ago,” Lucius heard himself speak but he caught himself before he could deny it verbally. He felt Harry’s fear so clearly as though it was his own. “Are we really?” He looked into Harry’s eyes.
“What do you feel like doing now that Harry is in front of you?” Weasley asked, somewhat sardonically.
Lucius glanced at the young redhead uncertainly and took Harry’s hand. That prompted Harry to move, and again, he buried his face in Lucius’ chest. “When did you start...?”
“My birthday,” Harry whispered.
“There’s another fact,” Weasley said wryly. “Harry had to be of age.”
“The Minister has to be informed,” someone murmured vaguely.
“Harry,” Lucius whispered without any real purpose to it. Calling the dark-haired man with such familiarity filled his heart with warmth and he held Harry closer to him.
“Mister Malfoy,” Granger called in a hushed tone.
“What?” he asked, slightly irritated.
“Uhmmm ... it’s unnecessary for me to say this, but ... you’re glowing,” the girl said with a tight voice.
I am?
“Who cares if he is glowing?” Harry mumbled. That caused Lucius to chuckle softly.
“Indeed, but you should.”
“I know, but as long as I’m the cause of it, it’s okay, right?”
-oOooOooOo-
Several months had passed with Lucius spending the rest of his imprisonment in Harry’s home, and he had been busy with helping Harry master advance magic. Then the Order had gained information from Severus Snape that Voldemort was going to try to strike Godric’s Hollow and plans for Harry’s flee to safety had quickly taken place.
Tonight we escape.
Lucius helped Harry with packing while Hermione ensured that Mrs. Weasley did not put unnecessary stuff into their two, small trunks.
“I think you have to leave the brooms, Harry,” Remus said as he entered the bedroom that Lucius shared with Harry.
“Burn it, Lupin,” Lucius said firmly. “And when you burn it, make sure that it is completely destroyed.”
“But ... this was Sirius’ gift to him!” Remus exclaimed and Lucius winced. He had forgotten that the Firebolt was something that Harry’s dead godfather had bought for him.
“Oh, just give me that!” Hermione huffed and snatched the broom from Remus. She practically shrank the Firebolt. Then she glared at Lucius first, before glaring at Remus, who managed to look sheepish. Mrs. Weasley laughed weakly.
“Okay, I think we’re done,” Harry said. Lucius went over to his lover and squeezed his shoulder comfortingly. Harry’s smile was a little strained. “Where’s Ron?”
“I’ll get him,” Hermione offered and quickly rushed off from the bedroom.
“Harry,” Mrs. Weasley called the raven-haired wizard shakily.
“I’ll be all right, Mrs. Weasley,” Harry said quietly.
“Oh, please, take care of yourself! Be careful! Lucius, you make sure he is safe!” the witch sobbed.
“Mum, stop crying all over him.” Ron Weasley entered the room and gently pulled his mother away.
Lucius watched as his lover and the red-haired wizard exchanged a long, level look.
“There is no need for you to have a Secret Keeper, Harry,” Ron said quietly. “You’re safer if no one knows where you are.”
Yes, that is right. Lucius nodded in agreement. Just Harry and I.
Just you and me.
“Malfoy, you’d best take care of Harry, and make sure you have a tight rein on him.”
“Ron!” Harry glared at his best friend.
“Make sure that he stays out of unnecessary trouble,” Ron continued. “Harry, please don’t put yourself into trouble, all right?”
“And you, please ... You too. Don’t get into trouble when I’m not around,” Harry said in a strained voice.
“Leave now. And stay safe.”
“Harry, this is your chance to discipline yourself,” Hermione said to green-eyed Gryffindor. “Use the time when you’re hiding to learn, okay?”
“Take care.”
We’ll find our peace.
You are not ready to face the Dark Lord, my love, and you need time to prepare yourself. The opportunity has come, and I hope we will be able to make use of it fully.
“Harry, come,” Lucius commanded quietly and lifted his trunk. His lover nodded and picked his own luggage. They first went to the den where Kingsley, Tonks, and two other members of the Order, waited for them.
“Why must you do this?” Harry asked the Aurors, who had drunk some Polyjuice potion with Harry and Lucius’ essence.
“To mislead the other side obviously,” Tonks answered with a slight shrug.
“That is enough chitchat,” a voice grated and Moody entered the living room. He was holding an odd-shaped crystal in his hands.
“If we’re ready, we should go our separate ways now,” Kingsley instructed and his colleagues nodded.
“Now, I want you and you to listen,” Moody said to Lucius and Harry. “When this starts to glow blue, you must Apparate.”
Lucius nodded tersely and without being ordered, Harry held on to his arm. He offered a brief smile at Harry before focusing his attention to the destination that he had in mind. Several minutes later, he saw that the crystal glowed with blue light and Harry squeezed his arm firmly. The destination in his mind became very clear and he Apparated with Harry.
Somewhere across the seas.
The two wizards landed on very hard ground, and Lucius blacked out for several seconds. When he came to, he realized that Harry had carried him to a nearby resting hut.
“You are strangely practical, do you know that, my love?” Lucius murmured and he kissed the thumb that traced his lower lip.
“I can’t bloody leave my lover lying down on dirty pavement, can I?” Harry snorted.
Lucius chuckled weakly and sat up. He started to feel dizzy again and closed his eyes as he rubbed at his temples.
“Are you all right?” Harry asked him worriedly.
“I’m fine. It is just that I have Apparated with another person to the other side of the world.” Lucius smiled ruefully. Harry stared at him with shock.
“Lucius ... where exactly are we?”
-oOooOooOo-
Enough of the fright.
Harry looked at Lucius unblinking and tried to tell his heart not to beat so erratically. “Lucius ... where exactly are we?” he asked in a hushed voice. Then he swallowed. Bloody hell ... just how far did he Apparate us?
Enough of the fuss.
The blonde-haired wizard just laughed softly and caressed his face. “Where we are does not matter, Harry? In fact, it is best that you do not know precisely where we are.” Emerald eyes closed when Lucius leaned in toward him to kiss his lips gently. “But we are in Asia, in a country so small that many has not heard of it. We will be safe here, at least for several weeks.”
Harry had known Lucius well enough to know that his lover was deeply worried and the way Lucius was so determined not twitch his left arm even a little, just gave his concerns away. “Lucius, we have talked about this a lot of times.”
I’ll be awake if he finds us.
“I know that the Mark on your arm is worrying you, love.” Harry touched the older man lightly on the wrist.
“It feels dead, Harry, and it is worrying me. And...”
“And?” Harry smiled slightly. “We are soulmates, Lucius, and I am able to feel your pain, your doubts, and your fear. I can tell that you’re thinking that whatever that is happening between us is something that he had planned. As far as I’m concerned, we’re in this together, and if he comes, if he manages to find you or me here, you won’t be facing him alone.”
Needless to say...
And it is quite useless for me to say this, but I’ll say it anyway, Harry thought sardonically. He sighed and leaned against his lover.
I’ll stand in your way.
I will defend you at the cost of my own life, Lucius. It can’t be helped – sometimes I feel as though I’ve been born just to do that. It’s certainly a trait worthy of a Gryffindor.
“Harry, love, I can almost hear you think,” Lucius whispered. “But I’m supposed to take care of you, not the other way around.”
“You can’t change what my heart has been programmed to do,” Harry replied.
I will protect you and I’ll...
I will protect you, Lucius, with my life. Without lifting his head to look up at the wizard, Harry raised his hand and cupped Lucius’ sharp cheek. I am given to you for a reason ... I am bonded to you for a purpose. I don’t know what they are, so I just want to love you. I’ll love you, until I can no longer live.
-oOooOooOo-
I’ll take the shot, for you.
Lucius thought otherwise, however. He knew that it was something a Gryffindor could not help but do, but he felt it in his bones that it should be the opposite this time. It did not have anything to do with Houses, Founders or their family names, but it had everything to do with their love.
I’ll be the shield for you.
I cannot let some insane, tyrannical wizard take my soulmate, my lover, my heart away from me without a fight, after all. You are mine, and it is only natural that I become your protector, he thought gravely. He moved his face a little so that his skin rubbed Harry’s palm and he purred softly in contentment at the sensation.
Needless to say, I’ll stand in your way.
He was aware, however, that the need to protect Harry was not just out of duty, but out of something more important that he could not understand. It did not help him that he always had the ominous feeling that something big and disastrous would happen should he fail to keep his Harry safe.
I’ll take the shot, for you.
I will protect you, Harry, no matter what happens. Lucius pulled away but he moved to cup Harry’s face in his hands. Gently, he pulled Harry closer and kissed his lover’s soft and pliant lips lovingly. He faintly felt apprehension and sadness, and his heart throbbed painfully with emotion.
I’ll give my life for you.
I will do anything, Harry, anything, for you to be safe. He kissed Harry hungrily and passionately, and he pushed his lover down on the bench and settled atop him.
“Lucius, please,” Harry whispered and looked at him with dark, green eyes. “Stop thinking like that,” he spoke in a hushed voice. “Don’t be so ... self-sacrificing.”
“You are,” Lucius said softly.
I’ll make it stop.
“Lucius.” Harry sounded dangerous all of a sudden. “Damn you, I should have asked Ron to ask you to perform a vow that you will never ever try to sacrifice your life to save mine. Never do that, Lucius, even for me.”
The older wizard smiled but rather pensively.
I’ll take the shot for you.
-oOooOooOo-
Tonight we’ll be free.
They were running away again and Harry could not understand why it was happening. It was inevitable – he would have to face Voldemort eventually, but Lucius had insisted that he was not ready. The full moon was out and somehow, that had made Lucius more confident that they would be able to stay safe for several more days.
I’ll find us a home.
They had Apparated to a cave somewhere in the world, and Lucius was busy making a bed for the both of them to lie in, while Harry was tasked with preparing some dinner. As he eyed the stakes of small fish grilling by the fire, he wondered how Lucius always knew where to run and where to find shelter.
Tonight we will be finally on our own.
“Harry?”
He looked at his lover and smiled. He slowly got up to his feet and sauntered over to their crude bed. He toed off his shoes and climbed on it. Lucius immediately draped himself over him and he chuckled as Lucius’ long hair tickled his nose. Their peacefulness did not last long, however.
A deep booming sound echoed inside the cave and the two wizards immediately sprang up to their feet. They stood back to back and their eyes darted back and forth to scan the spacious cave.
“Truly unexpected,” a voice drawled and Harry froze. “I have wondered why I could not find you, Lucius. It appears that you have changed sides.”
Lucius. Harry slowly turned around and watched the enemy with a calculating gaze. Voldemort’s expression was calm, and it had an oddly dead quality about it that was just shouting that he was far from being a mortal. His scrutiny of the Dark Lord was interrupted when Lucius had moved to shield him from Voldemort’s direct gaze.
Enough of the hell.
Lucius, don’t do this, Harry thought pleadingly. He knew Lucius could hear him, though it would not be in words, but in emotions. Lucius, please. You have to let me do this.
Enough of the pain.
Pain and anguish tore at his heart, and he nearly cried. “Lucius,” he whispered. His fingers closed around the hem of Lucius’ cloak in a death grip. It’s all right, my love. Please, let me do this. Lucius simply stood before him in a posture that showed his strength and prowess as a wizard.
I won’t let him touch you.
“I won’t let him touch you,” Lucius said very quietly.
“Lucius. You must not, I have to do this,” Harry pleaded.
Voldemort laughed. “You, who bowed to me for several years, Lucius, are defying me?” Cold, amber eyes hardened and Voldemort raised his wand.
I love you.
“Damn it, Lucius!” Harry tried to push his lover aside, but Lucius reacted by throwing a hex at him. “Lucius!” he shouted and tears welled up in his eyes as he tried to scramble to his feet.
“I love you, Harry.”
The silver-blonde wizard’s voice was like zephyr blowing in his ears, so soft and tender. Gray eyes were looking at him with love and sadness before they turned away.
Needless to say...
“I can’t help it, love,” Lucius said almost conversationally. “I can’t help the way I’m acting. You’re the most wonderful thing that has happened to me.”
I’ll stand in your way.
Once again, Lucius stepped so that he blocked Harry’s line of sight. “I will not let you touch my lover, Voldemort.”
“Calling me with such familiarity, Lucius? What will Potter think?”
“What will he think?” Lucius drawled in return and Harry just stared at his lover and the Dark Lord helplessly.
Damn it ... Lucius. Harry tried to move, tried to raise his wand, but he felt weak for some reason.
“I am his, Voldemort. I am no longer yours.”
“Then, I will certainly have to remove you from the picture. Goodbye, Lucius.” Voldemort laughed cruelly.
I will defend you and I’ll...
Time seemed to slow and Harry watched with a terror-stricken expression as something hit his lover. Lucius flew across the room and the silence that followed almost turned Harry deaf.
Lucius.
The blonde’s face filled his mind and he could not think.
Lucius.
A tear fell and hit the back of his hand.
“No...”
A keen threatened to explode from his throat.
“NOOOOOO!”
However, the shout did not come from him. Dazedly, he looked up and stared at Voldemort.
“How can this happen? I am immortal! Potter! What have you done? What did you do? WHAT DID YOU DO! AAAAAARGHHHHHH!”
Harry whimpered in pain at Voldemort’s shriek and closed his ears with his hands. He watched the green light enveloping the Dark Lord through narrowed eyes and witnessed as it ate the wizard. The light started to swirl, and it increased its speed as more and more of Voldemort disintegrated into nothingness. Harry clearly saw the tiny, blue orb, which he knew was Voldemort’s soul, but that vanished too. Then slowly, the green light faded. Silence returned.
Finally, Harry found the energy to move and he turned around. He stared at the motionless form several feet away from him somewhat apathetically. Then he took several halting steps toward Lucius and finally sank to the ground just beside his lover. Calmly, he reached out, lifted Lucius’ head, and rested it on his lap. Quietly, he started to caress Lucius’ eyebrows.
He heard voices – they sounded strangely familiar but he ignored them.
“What do you mean it could be a trap, you greasy bastard?”
“I am not certain if Lucius is working for the Dark Lord still, Weasley. The Dark Lord knows this place, surely Lucius have known that. If he had wanted Potter to be safe, would he have brought the brat here?”
“What is that smell?”
“Potter!” Snape barked. “Where’s Lucius? What about him?”
“Shut up, Snape,” Harry muttered. He felt his friends coming to stand behind him and before they could speak, he asked them, “I thought we are soulmates. Why am I still here? Shouldn’t I follow him?”
“Harry...”
“Maybe ... I’ll go in a short while, eh?” he chuckled weakly, and then he started to cry silently. “Damn it, Lucius. I never got the chance to say that I love you too.” Tears fell from his eyes and soon, his vision blurred and his breathing became more labored. He did not see a pair of silver eyes fluttering opening and slowly looking up at him.
“Harry.”
At the voice, Harry gasped and looked down at the face below him. Hastily, he wiped away his tears and stared at Lucius. “How ... how? Lucius ... gods, love….” He pulled the older wizard to a sitting position and embraced his lover tightly.
“It didn’t cross your incompetent mind to check his pulse, didn’t it?” Snape remarked acidly.
“Shut up, Snape,” several voices said at once.
“I do not understand...” Lucius murmured into Harry’s ear then. “He used a Killing Curse on me and it connected with me. Why am I not dead?”
“You idiot! You’re lucky you’re still alive!” Harry hissed and pulled at Lucius’ hair, unable to stop himself from doing it.
“Where is the Dark Lord?” Ron looked around nervously.
“Dead,” Harry said. “The Killing Curse backfired on him.”
“Again?” Snape sounded faint for some reason.
“He’s dead. There isn’t anything to hold him on this plane. I saw his soul smothered into nothingness,” Harry said while kissing Lucius’ cheek several times.
“Then I think it is obvious,
isn’t it?” Hermione said somewhat contemplatively.
“Because Harry’s love protected you, Lucius,” Hermione said to the
silver-haired wizard. “There is no other way to break the Killing
Curse, after all.”
“I don’t care how it happened,” Harry said harshly. “Damn it, Lucius. Never do that again. Never, you hear? I can’t ... you shouldn’t ... just ... Lucius, I love you. I love you.”
“Harry, we aren’t alone,” Lucius mumbled.
“I don’t care if we’re in a bloody stadium with Muggles gawking at us!” Harry grated. Then something caught his eye. “Lucius, your chest ... you’re bleeding.”
“Harry, stop that!” Hermione chided. “You don’t know anything about healing. Let me see. Oh, his arm is bleeding too.”
Enough of the scars.
The emerald-eyed wizard knew what was happening when he saw Snape quickly unrolled his own sleeve. The Potions master arm was bleeding as well.
“The Dark Lord has been defeated.” Snape started to smile, and it looked a little scary. Harry shuddered and carefully helped Hermione stop the bleeding on his lover’s chest.
“I hope you don’t mind now that I will have a scar there, Harry.”
“Lucius, what I will mind is if you throw yourself in front of danger without allowing me to fight alongside you,” Harry said and he allowed a bit of anger to be heard from his voice. “Do not drain me of my magical energy ever again, not even to save my poor arse, you hear?”
-oOooOooOo-
Lucius knew he was just tired and he was probably not thinking straight. If he were, then surely he would not be able to think about Harry’s quite, delectable rear. He blushed furiously at his own thoughts.
“Loud and clear, my love.”
Enough broken hearts.
“Dare I hope now that I will be able to live with my future husband in peace?” he asked almost wistfully.
“What future husband?” Weasley asked acidly. “You haven’t even proposed to him yet.” Then he snorted and Lucius looked at him with a dark scowl. “The Dark Lord tried to kill you, and that meant he tried to separate you. I won’t be surprised to know that what really caused his defeat is the bond you share with Harry.”
“Like I said earlier, Ron, I don’t care what killed Voldemort. He’s gone and I hope he remains so.”
Lucius watched Harry with amusement as he glared at his friends and at Snape.
I will protect you and I’ll...
“I suggest that you go make yourselves comfortable somewhere else,” he said meekly to Weasley, Granger and Snape. “I believe Harry wants a private word with me.”
Harry’s friends followed Snape back to the direction where they had come from and Lucius turned back to Harry. It did not surprise him when Harry climbed on his lap and started to kiss him ardently.
I am definitely not in the right frame of mind. He shuddered as he allowed his body to achieve the state of arousal that his lover certainly tried to get him to become.
“I love you, Harry,” he groaned as Harry touched him.
“I love you too, Lucius. Don’t scare me like that again. Now, please. Love me. I need you, Lucius. I want you,” Harry whispered in his ear and his hot breath sent chills down the older man’s spine.
–THE END–