FanfictionHarryLuciusInheritence
Harry stared at his clock. It was five minutes until midnight. Harry sighed. 'Why do I stay up every night to wait for my birthday?' he asked himself. He laughed bitterly as the five clicked to a six. 'Only four more minutes until I turn seventeen.' Harry thought. 'And then I can finally leave this place for good.' He thought as the clock ticked to a seven.
'Three minutes.' Harry thought, distracted for a moment by a glowing in his eyes. Harry blinked rapidly, and it faded. He looked at the clock again. 'One minute.' he thought. He began counting down. 'fifty five. Where will I go?' Harry thought. 'thirty-five. What will I do after I can do magic?' 'twelve. Can I curse my relatives?'
'five.' Harry thought, counting down silently. 'two, one,' he thought 'Happy birth- AGHHHHHH!' he thought, whimpering. He screamed, not being able to bite it back. Harry screamed again as the pain intensified. Blood poured out his mouth, ears, and nose. He screamed again, this one gargling in the metallic liquid.
The door flew open. "Shut your trap, boy!" his aunt screeched, before yelling "Vernon. something's wrong. He's bleeding from his mouth, nose, and ears, and there's blood in his tears!" she yelled, before pulling on her bathrobe and running from the room.
Some part of Harry's mind registered the front door slamming, and them being examined. He forced his eyes open, looking into a man's face. Then, everything went black.
"I'm sorry, Petunia." The doctor said, releasing the bony wrist. "He's gone." He said softly, and Petunia began to cry. "He was my last link to Lily. And now he's gone!" she said, taking her nephew's hand and crying into the sheets tucked around him as Vernon took the doctor to the door. She released her nephew, wiping some of the blood from his still face before writing a note and giving it to Hedwig. Give that to whomever you find first at Harry's school, okay?" she told the bird, who hooted softly before flying out the window.
Petunia took her nephew's chilling hand, and whispered apologies to him, silent tears falling to the bed.
Hedwig circled the castle, before her eyes fell upon a head of thick blonde hair. She handed off the letter, before settling on his shoulder. The man opened the envelope and read.
Whomever this letter finds,
My nephew, Harry, has died. We heard screams at about midnight, and when I entered the room, he was bleeding profusely from his mouth and nose. We called a doctor, who did all he could, but within a few moments, he was gone. Now, I may not have liked the boy, but he is family after all. if you want to have a burial for him there, come collect him. If not, we will give him a proper funeral ourselves.
Regards,
Petunia Dursley
The man gasped, and the owl hooted and flew off. Letter in hand, the blonde took off for the entrance to the castle. He ran through the entrance hall, as the hour struck. A single chime. One in the morning, an hour since Harry had died. He rushed to the headmaster's office, gasping the password, and sprinting up the stairs, and straight into a order meeting.
Everyone looked at him. "Potter's aunt wrote a letter. Potter died. She wants to know if we will bury him here, or if they will be doing the funeral." He said, dropping the letter on the table. Dumbledore picked it up. Reading it, his eyes lost their twinkle and his face turned weary.
"Of course we will bury them. Lucius, would you like to pick Harry up?" Dumbledore asked, and Lucius, who had remained near the door, nodded and went to the fireplace. "Number four, Privet Drive." He called, and was gone in a flurry of robes and green flames.
Lucius stepped from the flames to see a very fat teenager. "Where is Harry?" He asked, and Dudley just said. "Upstairs to the right. First room. Mum's in there." He said, before going back to the telly.
Lucius went upstairs and entered the room. it was tiny, and full of broken toys. "I'm sorry I made you live in the cupboard, and didn't feed you, and act all depressed every time you came back alive. I never wanted you to die. You reminded me of Lily, and that made me feel bad, and jealous, and I took it out on you." Petunia was telling the stiff corpse on the bed.
Lucius swallowed his disgust at the woman and cleared his throat. Petunia jumped, and said. "Poor Harry. I'm so sorry. This nice man will take you back to your friends and the people that live in peace because you still live." She told the body of the small boy. Lucius looked at the woman, and picked up the boy, for his aunt's benefit.
He could feel the coldness through his clothes. He almost shuddered, but forced himself not to. He couldn't look into the fogged green eyes, so he gently pulled them closed. He opened the door, replacing his hand, which accidentally made the blood stained shirt ride up. Lucius felt a strange shiver run through him, and he slid his hand under the shirt and over the still heart.
Just then, Harry gave an odd shudder, and his eyes flickered open. Lucius nearly dropped him in shock. "What's going on? Where am I? Why are you holding me?" He asked, his eyes still unfocused. Lucius didn't answer, just kept walking. He entered an alley and apparated to the gates of Hogwarts. Harry blinked a few times, his eyes settling on Lucius.
"Why don't I feel threatened by you? You did try to kill me. Countless times, I might add. What are we doing here?" Harry asked, before slipping into unconsciousness. Lucius sighed, looking at the boy in his arms. He had long hair, still black, with dark green highlights. It dragged along behind them. Lucius adjusted his hand and wrapped the thick hair around his arm a few times, until it was off the ground. He looked into his face.
High cheekbones, a well, defined jaw, perfect red, pouty lips, pale skin splashed with drying blood, and a high forehead, covered by long bangs. He noticed that Harry was light, and muscled, but not bulky. He entered the hall, taking the boy up to the headmaster's office.
He pulled open the door, and was bombarded with questions and comments. He just sat in a chair, and Harry stirred. People looked at the teen and he gave a soft cry and clung to Lucius, his face buried in the blonde man's robes. The man looked surprised, but handed him to Severus. Harry started thrashing, and Lucius took him back. Harry stilled with a contented purr.
Molly Weasley looked shocked. "What did you do to him?" she demanded of Lucius. Lucius looked only mildly affronted. "I have no idea. He was most certainly dead, yet when I accidentally touched his skin, he shuddered and woke up." He said, sighing and shifting Harry in his arms.
"Curious. Very curious indeed." Dumbledore murmured. "It appears that we have a Dark Veela on out hands. A halfblooded Veela at least." He said as people looked blankly at him. "And Lucius here is most likely his mate!" He announced, clapping his hands like a child in a sweetshop.
Lucius looked rather startled. "But Albus, I'm married." He said, looking at he teen sleeping soundly in his arms. "No problems. If a veela or his mate is betrothed or married, the marriage or engagement is immediately nullified." Albus said. "I have a son his age." Lucius protested. "So?" Albus asked.
"Albus, they hate each other." He said, and Albus smiled. "They can get over their rivalry then." He said, and turned to the door. "You can stay in the rooms behind the portrait of Merlin on the third floor." He said, clearly dismissing Lucius. with a sigh, Lucius adjusted Harry's weight, and went to his rooms to write Petunia a letter.
"This is insane." He said to himself, as he stopped in front of the portrait of Merlin, who opened for them without a password. He placed Harry on the bed and sat at a desk in the corner to write Harry's aunt.
Petunia,
Harry had a few problems and is indeed alive. There is one really strange thing I feel I must tell you. I believe you are an elemental witch, but since their magic is untraceable, you never showed magic like Lily did. I am willing to teach you a few things if you would like to.
Lucius Malfoy
He rolled it up and sealed it, before giving it to his owl, Lysander. "Take this to Surrey, Number four, and to a woman named Petunia." Lucius told the black owl, who hooted, nipped his ear, and flew out the window. Harry stirred on the bed, opening his eyes and sitting up fast. "Where the Hell am I?" He demanded. Lucius arched an eyebrow. "Hogwarts." He answered, and Harry laid back down.
"I feel like shite, you know?" He asked conversationally. "Doesn't surprise me." Lucius said. "What happened?" Harry asked, and Lucius said "You died and then you came back. That would make anyone feel crappy." Lucius explained. Harry sighed. "I died?" He asked, and Lucius nodded. "You are a dark veela." Lucius said, and Harry jumped to his feet. "No, I'm not a veela." He said, Lucius started lecturing him on not being ashamed of it. "I'm serious. There is no way I'm a veela. I have normal parents, because My aunt is not a veela. If anyone is a veela, it's you. Plus, a veela is never younger than his mate. The only exeption to that is if the veela is domanint, and only one of them has ever been born. Also, that veela was almost a squib. They have to have less power than their mate t be a dom." Harry said, and Lucius looked shocked.
"Now that you mention it, my mother was extremely veela-like. I might be a halfblooded veela." Lucius said, before turning to Harry. "Do you crave my touch?" He asked, and Harry shrugged. "There is a pull, which is hard to ignore, but not an active want." Harry replied. "It's like I was missing something, and now it's there." Lucius said, running a slim hand over Harry's cheek. Harry leaned into the touch. Lucius drew back slowly. Harry opened his eyes at the loss of contact.
"What is going on?" He asked softly, and Lucius turned away. "I don't know. It is so wrong, but it feels so right." He murmured. "I know, but I don't understand it. What does everything mean?" Harry asked. Lucius shrugged. "I don't know what it all means. I was wondering that myself." He sighed, a melancholy expression on his face.
"Well, I'm going to the library to research." Harry said, turning to the door. Lucius nodded "And I'll go see Severus." Lucius said, and they left, Harry going to the library, Lucius to the dungeons and Severus Snape's personal quarters.
Harry was in the library when the pain first started. It started in his head, so he figured it was a headache and continued reading. Several minutes later, it was excruciating, and he couldn't even focus his eyes. Black danced around the edges of his vision, and suddenly, everything went black.
Lucius was in Severus's quarters when he started feeling like seeing Harry. He pushed the feeling away, but within minutes, he felt like seeing him badly. As Harry blacked out in the library, He ran from the dungeons and to the library to find Harry slumped on a table.
Lucius touched Harry, and the boy opened his eyes. "It hurt." He said, before succumbing to the darkness once more. Lucius scooped Harry into his arms and walked towards Merlin. Lucius had a feeling this would happen a lot until...until what? Lucius thought as Merlin opened. What indeed.