Hey all and welcome to the first chapter of my new fic.

This story details the life of Harry Potter should Lucius Malfoy have gained costody of him. It beging a few months before first year and will later skip to sixth year.

I'd like to thank Laura for her Beta'ring. She currently has chapter 3 of this storie and i will also send her chapters 4 and 5 very soon, so expect quick updating.

Disclaimed: Despite what you may think, i DO own Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, i keep them locked up in my dungeon where i often have my wicked way with them, though most of the time i prefer to watch them at it. Ok, so im lying.

This is a Slash fic and will contain sex scense, though the first one isnt until chapter 3. They are tasteful, but are also graphical.

So any way, enjoy. I will be posting chapter 2 in about a weeks time.

Harry Potter – The Slytherin Savior

CHAPTER ONE

MY SAVIOR

The room it self, if you wanted to call it a room, was nothing captivating, quite the opposite in fact. The bare hard stone floor and wall's kept the room rather chilly, not a snippet of heat to be found. A count of sixteen torches lined the bare wall's, four of which sat above the podium a short, balding and rather jolly looking fellow wearing rather tacky lime robes and a black bowler cap had seated himself. Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.

To the left side of Fudge sat a collection of bizarre people, two men, and two women. The woman closest to the minister was hidden in dark shadows, as if the light it self shy'd away from her. Next to her, a stocky man with shocking red hair and thick bottle glasses sat chatting amiably to the women next to him, a rather severe-looking female who was wearing square glasses and her hair tied up elegantly in a bun. The last man at the bench being a rather greasy looking gentleman dressed entirely in back, his hair hanging about his face and an unusual shine to his over sized nose.

To the right of the minister of magic sat one solitary figure, most propobly the most unusual of the lot. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which

was likely long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes and a purple cloak that swept about his chair and floor. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice.

Cornelius Fudge rose from his chair and surveyed the crowd of people in front of him, their whispering abruptly halting. It was quiet a turn out for a trial as simple, but meaningful as this. His eyes swept the dungeon, for that's what it was, and then they finally rested on the solitary figure seated in front of him.

"Mr. Malfoy," The minister addressed the well clothed, aristocratic blonde man in front of him, "to my recollection this is the, what, sixth time you have called this trial?" He finished rather impatiently.

"Indeed." Mr. Malfoy replied kindly, inclining his head slightly to the Minister. "My claim still stands the same, and will do until my voice is heard fairly."

"Come now Lucius," Fudge replied dryly, "Surely this isn't that important to you?"

"Minister, my wife and I remain to this day the boy's only living non-muggle relatives." Lucius responded calmly.

"That's just it Lucius, your not even related to him!" Fudge said sadly, "Why would you want to take on a burden that is not even yours to take?"

Lucius sneered at the man's words. "I do not see the boy as a burden, Minister, having a child is a wonderful thing, as you your self once knew. And as for not being related, need I remind you that the boy's godfather, his legal guardian, my wife's cousin, is currently incarcerated. Leaving only my wife and her cousin, Nymphadora Tonks, the only thing close to a magical family he has, and Miss Tonks is not only too young to take on a child but also lives a life as an Auror, hardly a suitable position to have considering the boy's circumstances."

The Minister regarded Lucius somewhat skeptically, thinking over every thing he had just heard. "But why now Lucius? The school term begins in littler over three month's, why after all this time do you wish to take responsibility?" He asked forlornly.

"As you are aware, I had brought up this matter over a year ago. It has become more important to my wife and I more recently because of the fact the school term is starting so soon. The boy has lived with his muggle relatives for the past ten years, not a word of his true heritage has been spoken to the boy. He does not even know what he is. How can he attend Hogwarts, enter our world, without knowing why people are staring at him, shaking his hand or groveling at his feet?"

Lucius' last remark had every one in the room giggling silently, but they all knew it was true. He had expected the minister to come back at him with another reason why he shouldn't have the boy. It had been the same cycle over the past year, no matter how convincing and true his statements were, the minister always threw something back in his face, it was one vicious circle. What he didn't expect how ever was the next question.

"Tell me Lucius," the aging bearded wizard to the Ministers right asked as he rose from his seat, the first time he or any one else other then the Minister had spoken out since the very first hearing. "What makes you think that you are the best candidate for the boy's guardianship? Surely you realise that any family in the whole community would be willing to take him? Why you?"

Albus Dumbledore, how Lucius despised the man. Ever since Lucius days at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. The man liked to patronize him. But this, this was one fight that Lucius would not back down from.

"Headmaster," Lucius greeted coldly, "It is not an issue of how many people would take him in, the fact remains that my wife and I are his only living family, whether we be blood kin or not. Also, as you know, the Malfoy fortune is one of the greatest in all Europe, he would have everything he desires including a loving family, security, respect and more money then he could spend in a thousand life times. You told me your self of the way his muggle family treats him, and you told me of how much he reminded you of another certain orphan boy." Lucius finished inclining a perfectly manicured eye brow.

This statement seemed to deflate the old Headmasters ego. Lucius could almost see the wheels turning in the coot's head, not to mention the underlining sadness in his eyes Lucius words had caused.

Finally after a brief pause, Dumbledore sat down and leaned over to whisper in the Minister of Magic's ear.

Fudge looked at Dumbledore startled for a moment and then surveyed the group to his left. "We shall be putting it to a vote." He said as the addresses the four others. "Professor Severus Snape, what say you?" The minister asked the greasy haired wizard the furthest away from him.

The Professor seemed to contemplate the whole idea for a moment. His fingers intertwining themselves on the table top as he leaned forward to survey Lucius who was sitting on the edge of his seat in anticipation. "Yes." He stated simply as he locked eyes with the blonde aristocrat seated in front of him causing a grateful smile to break out on Lucius face.

"Professor Minerva McGonagall?" Fudge asked the stern women seated next to Severus, "What say you?"

"I am against Mr. Malfoy's proposal." Minerva stated in a weak Scottish accent. "No" She finished with out moving an inch in her seat. Lucius could only sneer at her.

"Very well." Fudge replied business like, moving to face the red haired man, "Mr. Arthur Weasley, what say you?"

Arthur didn't even seem to consider the question before he answered. "I agree completely with Professor McGonagall, my answer is also no." He finished eyeing Lucius like he was going to curse him were he stood.

Lucius was not surprised by the Weasley's answer. It was inevitable. The Weasley's and the Malfoy's had never gotten along, and frankly, if it was up to Lucius, they never would.

Fudge then turned to the women seated directly to his left who before he could even address her she answered in a croaky voice. "Yes."

Lucius inclined his head gratefully to the women in the shadows. Tied, he thought. The whole out come of today's trial rested completely on the old wizard he had come to despise, Albus Dumbledore.

"And finally." The Minister began again, "Professor Albus Dumbledore, what say you?"

Albus sat there motionless for what seemed like hours. He had shown no indication that he had even heard the question. When the silence finally got unbearable Minister Fudge nudged him slightly and addressed him again.

"Professor Dumbledore? What say…."

"While I disagree that Mr. Malfoy is the best candidate." Albus interrupted the Minister, something he only had the privilege of. "I do believe the financial security and family support he will receive under the care of the Malfoy's will be of great assistants for the boy. There for I to agree with Mr. Malfoy's proposal." Dumbledore finished to the audible gasps of the rooms spectators.

"Very well." Cornelius Fudge said somewhat numbly. "I hear by transfer all legal guardianship of Harry James Potter to you, Lucius Malfoy."

Harry Potter lay awake on his cot in the cupboard under the stairs at number four Privet drive, when the knock on the door came.

It was unusual for some one to be here this early in the morning, for it could have been no earlier then five judging by the lack of light that shone through underneath the door to his so called 'room'. The room that he had slept in since before he could remember.

He hated his life at the Dursley's. He had been here since the age of one. Left here after his parents had died. Left to live with his mother's sister, Petunia, and her dreadful husband, Vernon. Not to mention the fat whale of a thing they called their son, Dudley.

The sound of yelling broke Harry out of his thoughts as he recognized the thunderous voice of his Uncle Vernon. He seemed to be arguing with someone. Someone who, from what Harry could tell, sounded like royalty, very mean royalty.

Words he had never heard before were coming from this man's mouth. Words like Muggle, Mudblood's and Hogwarts. As well as some he did know, but could not fathom hearing someone use, such as Wizard, Magic and Wand. And all the while, no matter how menacing the man sounded, his voice was smooth and aristocratic, much like kings in movies he had been permitted to watch.

Harry pressed his ear closer to the cupboard door as to try and hear more clearly what his Uncle and this stranger were arguing about.

"Now you listen here you filthy Muggle." The stranger drawled in his smooth voice. "The boy is now legally mine. He will come live with me and my family, and there is nothing the likes of you can do about it."

Harry was very confused about what they were talking about. The tern 'Muggle' was completely foreign to him, and who was this boy that they were talking about? Surely it wasn't him?

"I don't know who you think you are!" Harry now heard Uncle Vernon yell. "But the boy belongs to us, not the likes of you and your …… kind" he heard Vernon hiss the last part as if he couldn't even comprehend what his 'kind' was.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen." A third voice interrupted, this one sounding much older, but much wiser. "Mr. Dursley, our laws clearly state that Mr. Potter is now in legal custody of Mr. Malfoy, should you chose to disregard our laws you will find your self in court and possible face a prison sentence."

Harry paled when he heard his name mentioned, for surely he was the only Potter living in the house. He couldn't believe that these strangers, this Mr. Malfoy and the other stranger, were here to collect him. He pushed him self closer to the door of the cupboard, trying to hear with all his might what was happening. He wanted to hear every word, breath and movement.

"Furthermore Mr. Dursley," The second, older man, continued. "It is to my understanding that you and your wife never truly wanted to keep young Mr. Potter in the first place, so why not save yourself the trouble and go collect him and his things. Only then will we take our leave."

Harry could hear his Uncle stuttering at the suggestion. It was true though, his aunt and uncle had never wanted him and they saw fit to remind him of that on a daily basis. He must have spent more time doing manual labor then any eleven year old boy could imagine.

"I will not be ordered around." Vernon Dursley finally replied. "Not by you freaks anyway." He spat.

"Oh for Merlin's sake!" Harry heard Mr. Malfoy shout, obviously fed up with his uncles attitude. "Stupefy!"

The shout from the man was followed by a rather loud thumping sound, like someone falling over, then it was followed by a screech, and the sound of footsteps on the stairs echoed through Harry's 'room' as his Aunt ran down the stairs.

"What have you done to my husband you monsters?" His distraught aunt yelled at what Harry only assumed to be the two strangers. "How dare you come into my house and……"

She never finished her sentence as another shout of "Stupefy" was heard, followed by a less audible thump then the first. Harry just hoped that these people were not here to kill him, as they had seemed to have done to his guardians.

"Now Lucius." Harry heard the older man inquire. "Was that really necessary?"

"You know I have a low tolerance for Muggle's Albus." The one obviously named Lucius Malfoy sneered. "I should have done it when he first opened the door."

"Yes, yes." The one Harry figured to be called Albus replied. "I wish this would have gone easier, but no use crying over spilt potion."

There was a moments silence before Lucius spoke again. "Well I shall go find our young Harry and then we will be off."

Harry paled again as his name was used. This time though it was confirmed. He was definitely the only Harry Potter around. At least in this house any way.

The sound of feet walking up the stair's this time echoed through the closet before some one cleared there throat and the feet stopped.

"Surely not!" Harry heard Lucius exclaim scandalized from above him.

"Indeed." Albus sighed sadly.

Harry was at a complete dead end as to what they were talking about until he heard the feet descending the stairs once more and the lock on his 'bedroom' door was opened, along with the door.

Harry blinked at the semi-bright light that came from the entrance way. When his eye sight cleared he looked up at the man that stood in front of him. Harry's earlier assumptions about the man were correct. Not only did he speak like a king, but he looked like one, and if not, then at least a prince of some kind.

The man, Lucius, Harry decided, was tall and proud. Back and shoulders straight, flawless pale skin and platinum blonde hair that fell down his back in what Harry could only assume was a pony tail.

"Dear god." Lucius whispered as he eyed the skinny, black haired bespectacled boy hidden in the dark closet. "Come out Harry." He said kindly, "I'm not here to harm you."

Harry studied the man intently. He always fancied him self as a good judge of character. It came from years of watching people interacting and not being able to do so him self, just sitting back and watching.

Lucius seemed generally worried about him. A concept only familiar to Harry because it was a look that he had only observed other people receiving. Never him.

He stood up cautiously. His messy hair brushing the roof of the cupboard. Another year and he would be too tall for the room.

He walked out of the cupboard and stood straight in front of the man who had stepped back to allow him to exit. He noticed his Uncle sprawled out on the floor, his Aunt thrown across his chest.

"What did you do to them?" he whispered as he watched the still form's of his 'family'.

"They are mealy unconscious." The other man, Albus, assured. "They will wake up in an hour."

Harry watched the other man as he came and stood by Lucius. He was tall, thin, and very old. He had a long white beard Harry was sure he must stand on when he walked. His blue eyes, behind half-moon spectacles, studied Harry closely as if trying to find all his secrets. Harry decided he didn't like this man very much, for his secrets were one thing he liked to keep private.

"W-who are you?" Harry asked Lucius, who was looking at him kindly, as if he wanted to hug him and keep him safe from the world. Harry instantly liked this man.

"My name is Lucius Malfoy." Lucius replied as he squatted down to Harry's height. "And this is Albus Dumbledore." He finished motioning to the older man.

Harry gazed over the two men again. Only then did he realize that they were dressed in robes. A very strange way to dress, Harry thought. Lucius robes were very nice, black silk with silver trimming. It suited him very well.

Dumbledore's robes on the other hand were most peculiar. They were majestic purple, with silver stars and moons on them that seemed to be actually moving around him. Harry shook his head at the thought and questioned Lucius again.

"What is it that you want?" He asked.

Lucius smiled, flashing his pearly white teeth and replied. "We are here to take you away."

"Take me away?" Harry asked skeptically. "Where? I have no where else to go."

"You will come and live with my wife and I." Lucius replied gently. "My son as well."

Harry's heart skipped a beat at the thought. He actually got to leave the Dursley's. "For how long?" He asked Lucius.

"Indefinitely." Lucius replied. "Well until you are of age and wish to move out of course." He finished off handedly.

Harry couldn't help but smile at this. "For ever?" He asked happily. "You mean I will never have to return here?"

"Unless it is your wish Harry." Lucius replied. "Then you will never have to return here again."

Harry beamed at this but quickly his face changed to that of a questioning look. "I'm sorry." He said. "But who exactly are you?"

Lucius smile got wider at the question. "Albus," he said motioning once again to the man who stood silently regarding their interaction, "Is headmaster at Hogwarts and I am a distant relative of yours. Your god-fathers cousins' husband." He finished.

It took Harry a while to figure out the whole family lineage thing. God-fathers cousins' husband. It made sense, but also meant that they were not actually blood related, but he could live with that.

"What is Hogwarts?" He asked looking up at Albus, who smiled at the question.

"Hogwarts, Harry, is a school. One of the oldest schools in all of Europe. A school for young witches and wizards." He finished proudly.

Harry stood still, staring at the man in the purple robes, the robes with the moving moons. "W-wizards?" Harry stuttered.

"Yes Harry," Lucius replied this time, gaining Harry's attention. "You are a wizard. As are Albus and my self. My wife is a witch. My son is too a wizard. Do you understand?"

"I… um… well no." Harry said truthfully. "What do you mean wizard exactly?"

"Magic Harry." Lucius responded. "Fairies, Dragons, Elves, Magic, its all real and you are apart of it."

"I-I can do magic?" Harry whispered

"Yes Harry." Lucius smiled. "You can do Magic. Once you get a wand of course." He finished.

"W-wand?" Harry asked. This was all too much for him to understand.

"I think it best Harry," Lucius said, noticing the trouble the boy was having comprehending, "that you grab you things and we shall go to Malfoy Manor and discuss the rest there."

Harry nodded absently until his eyes lit up at what he had heard. "Manor?" He asked excitedly.

"Yes Harry, manor." Lucius chuckled.

"How many rooms?" Harry asked eagerly.

Lucius let out an almighty laugh at the young boys question and eager eyes. "Fifty something." He replied honestly.

"Fifty something?" Harry whispered in awe. "Do I get one?" He finished in the same hushed tone.

Lucius frowned at the question. The boy had just asked if he would get his own room, something he obviously had never had. How Lucius wanted to kill those Muggle's.

"Yes Harry," he said compassionately, "You will have your own room, two if you want, and your own bathroom."

Harry beamed and jumped forward and wrapped his arms around the man crouched before him, his savior. This man was not only taking him away from the people he hated, but he was also giving him his own room, two if he had wanted, and his own bathroom. He couldn't have asked for anything more.

Lucius, a bit taken back from the sudden attack, quickly hugged the boy back. He could tell that by the Dursley's behavior that the boy would not have received much affection as a child, if any at all, and he didn't want Harry to feel that he had done wrong by hugging him. His craving for the blood of the Muggle's grew stronger with every second Harry held onto him.

"Come one Harry." Lucius whispered into the boy's ear. "Get your stuff and let's go home."

Harry pulled away shyly. "Sorry sir." He said as he studied his bare feet.

Lucius grabbed Harry gently by the face and pulled Harry's head up to look at him in the eyes. "Never, Harry, never apologies for showing affection ok? It is not something bad. When you smash a vase or break something valuable, then apologies, but never for wanting a hug. Do you understand?" He asked gently but firmly.

"Yes sir." Harry said with a watery smile.

"Call me Lucius ok?" Lucius said kindheartedly. "Now get your thing and you can meet my wife and son."

Harry wiped the non-falling tears from his eyes and frowned once again before addressing Lucius.

"I don't really have any things." He said embarrassedly. "The Dursley's never gave me anything."

Lucius was fuming. If it wasn't for the small child in front of him then he would have torn the house down and inflicted several kinds of torture on the foul Muggle's unconscious in the next room, then when they were an inch from death he would set them on fire and piss on their ashes. Oh revenge will be sweet he thought.

"Don't worry about it Harry." Lucius said after he had bottled up his rage. "When we get home you can take a bath and borrow some of my son's clothes. Then we will all go shopping."

Harry was taken back by the man's generosity that he instantly refused. "You don't have to do that, really, I mean you're letting me live with you and all, I can't ask for you to buy me things as well." He said.

"Listen Harry." Lucius said, "Your family now. You will have the best of everything, a whole new wardrobe, whatever you desire. Money is no issue. Got it?"

Harry smiled kindly at the man and nodded his head. He was really going to enjoy living with this man.

"Well." Dumbledore spoke for the first time in a while. "Now everything is settled, let's get you two going shall we? I'll take care of the Dursley's" He finished as he pulled a small silver wrapper from his robes and handed it to Lucius.

"This Harry," Dumbledore continued, "Is called a portkey, when you touch it you will be transported instantly to where ever it is set to go."

"Magic." Lucius added as he watched Harry's skeptical look.

Harry nodded his head and touched the corner of the wrapper Lucius offered him. The effects were instant. He felt a strange tugging sensation behind his belly button and he felt his feet leave the ground, followed by a few seconds of swirling color before he felt him self fall flat on his back in an unfamiliar room.

"Welcome Harry," Lucius, who was standing straight, said proudly, "to Malfoy Manor."

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