A/N: I am no longer writing "For The Love Of A Half Blood" as I have no direction with that story so if someone wants to adopt it as their own, please message me and we can work it out. Now onto my new story.
Disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes only. I do not own any characters except Lucius's baby.
Warnings: mpreg, past mention of Severus/Lucius
Chapter One
Lucius Malfoy had been a man who prided himself on never letting anyone take advantage of his body nor his heart. The serpentine tattoo that he bore on his left forearm was an indicator of one particular event that the wizard now regretted ever letting occur. The second was letting Severus Snape into both his and Narcissa's bed, allowing the younger wizard to take the last thing the Malfoy head had left that was pure.
Lucius stood regally, a glass of deep red wine in his hand as he watched Bellatrix Lestrange question his son about whether or not they had Potter. If anyone took a close look at Lucius, they would notice the dark circles underneath his once cool gray eyes, the gray tinge on his skin, and how unkempt he looked. His time in Azkaban hadn't done him well for neither his physical or mental health. The blond wizard now wondered why he had let a lowly half blood take the last portion of his virginity. It disgusted Lucius the next morning when he'd realize what had occurred but when he reflected on it, Lucius figured it had been because his wife had not gone near him since he came back to the Manor and Severus had been there to fill in a void of loneliness on that particular night.
He stepped forward to grasp Draco's shoulder when the younger Malfoy had said he wasn't sure if it was Potter or not. Lucius, in a desperate escape to get away from the thoughts of that night, looked at his son, trying to confirm it once again. "Well Draco? Is it Harry Potter?"
The younger version of what Lucius thought could be himself glanced at his sire with uncertainty in his eyes. "I can't - I can't be sure."
Lucius scowled at his son. "But look at him carefully, look! Come closer!"
"Draco, if we were the ones who hand Potter to the Dark Lord, everything will be forgiv-," he continued but was cut off by the werewolf, also one of the Snatchers that had brought the boy in, who had been watching the whole situation unfold.
"Now, we won't be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope Mr. Malfoy?" Greback flashed the older wizard a wry grin as Lucius turned to look at him. That smile caused an uncomfortable feeling grow in the pit of his belly.
"Of course not, of course not" Lucius whipped around to get a closer look at the distorted face of Potter. "What did you do to him? How did he get into this state?"
He felt Greyback's gaze on his back and had the feeling that Greyback knew what happened between him and Severus. "That wasn't us."
"Looks more like a Stinging Hex to me. There's something here - it could be the scar stretched tight..." he was determined not to look at Greyback's gaze once again. "Draco, come here, look properly! What do you think?"
"I don't know!" Draco's voice was wavering. "I...maybe...yeah."
"But then that's the Weasley boy! It's them, Potter's friends. Draco, look at him, isn't it Arthur Weasley's son, what's his name?"
Lucius felt himself getting desperate and noticed from the corner of his eye that Draco was inching closer to Lucius and Potter.
"Yeah, it could be."
"Yes, yes it's Granger! And beside her, we think, Potter! Potter and his friends, caught at last!" he was muttering more to himself in that desperate tone and vaguely heard Bellatrix mention calling the Dark Lord.
"I was about to call him! I shall summon him, Bella. Potter has been brought to my house and it's therefore upon my authority-"
"You lost that authority when you lost your wand, Lucius," the woman hissed at him and tightened her grip on Potter.
"This has nothing to do with you, you did not capture the boy," he responded back rather coldly and handed his wine glass to a seemly terrified Narcissa. "This is my house, Bella-"
The shrew of a woman sneered at him as he lost his reason and ordered the Snatchers to take the trio minus the Granger girl to the manor's dungeons when she started screaming about a sword not being in her Gringotts vault. He clutched a hand near the bottom of his abdomen, not knowing why he was doing that in the first place, when Bellatrix started torturing her for information and not wanting to watch anymore, he stepped forward.
"But we can find out easily! Draco, fetch the goblin, he can tell us whether or not the sword is real!"
Lucius waited while his son disappeared and then reappeared with a goblin who took the sword to confirm if it was a fake or not. He kept an ear out for any strange sounds, wanting the whole ordeal to be done with.
"What was that? Did you hear that?" Lucius hushed the conversation as he heard some noises coming from below them. "What was that noise in the cellar?" he couldn't bring himself to say dungeon.
Peter Pettigrew hurried out of the room to check the ruckus below and Lucius backed up a little, playing with the hem of his shirt. Narcissa stepped forward and ushered Draco back to her side and the elder Malfoy slightly turned his head to the cellar.
"What is, Wormtail?" he called out with impatience present in his voice.
"Nothing!" came the nervous high pitched voice. Lucius said nothing more and averted his gaze downward.
"Well?" Bellatrix prompted. "Is it real?"
The goblin shook his head. "It is a fake." Lucius lifted his head up wearily and watched as a flood of relief crossed the witch's once beautiful features and then glanced at the Mudblood at her feet.
"We shall call the Dark Lord!" Bellatrix kicked at the girl and looked directly at Greyback. "There's no need for the Mudblood. She's yours."
Lucius felt his breath hitch at that and watched as Bellatrix touch her fingertip to her own serpentine e tattoo.
"NO!" a blur of bright red hair came darting from nowhere and Lucius spun around, grey eyes wide as a spell came hurtling towards him and he saw nothing afterwards.
He had been out cold for Merlin knew how long while a battle ensued and the trio escaped from his home. Lucius stirred as someone revived him and he groaned, hefting himself up and he found himself staring into the angry red eyes of the Dark Lord. His own eyes widened as he tried backing up further against the fireplace.
Lucius once again clutched at his stomach unsubconsciously as he waited for the wrath from his Master.
This is not going to down well, were his thoughts before he found himself at the end of a wand and the Cruciatus Curse, pain coursing like fire spreading through his body and the echo of his screams lingering in both his mind and the manor.
