Author's Note: No I don't own Harry Potter and Co. That's a done deal. This will be a Yaoi and MPREG. Also a Sub Lucius/Dom Harry.

Chapter 1: A Silent Prayer

For as long as he could remember, Lucius Abraxas Malfoy had been a prisoner. Discplined and molded into the perfect Lord Malfoy since the age of five by his mother and grandparents, his father passing away when he was four. History, Traditions, Mannerisms and Law as well as Languages were schooled into him. His posture ever perfect, in short, Lucius was to excel and be perfect in every way. No failure was excused. And behind closed doors, Lucius would scream, and cry. He would pray every night and alone moment that he would be free from his glided cage, to be free from the bonds of his noble stature. In honesty, he didn't want to be in charge, he hated to bear the reins and be the Ice King. While others got to play and live their lives, Lucius' life was as if he were a puppet on a string. He wanted to make his own choices for once. But, it was never allowed. His father, while he was alive, argued with his family, always rose to Lucius' cause, demanding for his son and Heir to be treated as the child he was, to be allowed to play, have fun, to be a child. His mother and grandparents refused and ignored the ailing Lord. Lucius observed his father behind his desk, working feverishly on a secret project. When he asked about it, Abraxas regarded his son with a sad but loving smile and a hug and a whispered, "To set you free, my little light." Lucius would blink then smile as his father held him. Only in his father's embrace was Lucius able to be himself, to feel safe, loved and protected. Abraxas died on the winter of Lucius' fourth birthday and that's when Lucius cried for the last time, shut his heart, became the Ice King in public while in shadows, tears of anguish and heartbreak fell.

As he grew, Lucius discovered that he was different, he had an effeminate build and features. His body was shapely like a woman's and his voice was soft. But he kept that all hidden, making sure he wore bigger clothes and some Glamour. He even worked on his vocals so that way no one discovered that as well. He hated looking at himself this way, the cold intimidating Ice King. It was the farthest from the truth. It got worse when he was forced to marry Narcissa Black, join Voldemort and sire a son. Oh, he loved his son but he had to restrict himself from mothering him. Narcissa did her own thing after having Draco and that was fine with Lucius, he didn't want her touching him anyway. When he was alone with Draco, Lucius showered him with affection and gave him whatever he wanted. Draco in turn worshipped his father.

When it came to joining Voldemort, Lucius wanted to puke. Again, he was controlled, when Bellatrix threatened to kill her own nephew in cold blood if Lucius refused the "honor" he had been given. With silent tears and a heavy heart, and in fear for his son's life, Lucius took the Mark and joined. With each deed he had to take part in, Lucius felt more and more chains on him, imprisoning him deeper and deeper into darkness. That was until that fateful Hallow's Eve...

He and Severus were outside the Potter house and it took all they had from rushing in and helping the Potters. Severus wanted to rescue Lily while Lucius wanted to comfort the baby. Their hearts sank when they saw green and heard the screams before all was silent. When they saw the other Death Eaters fleeing for their lives, they exchanged looks and made their ways in with notice me not charms on themselves. Lucius' heart broke as he observed the damage. There was James Potter, dead at the entrance. He had put up a fight before the Killing Curse took his life. With their hearts pounding in their chests, they made their way upstairs to the baby's room. There, Severus dropped to his knees, gathering the body of the woman he loved into his arms, sobbing. Lucius bowed his head and was about to cry for the baby when he heard crying. He made his way to the cradle and his heart melted. The baby was angelic, with messy black hair and beautiful emerald green eyes. There was a bloodied thunderbolt shaped scar on his forehead. Lucius carefully picked up the infant and tended to his wound. The baby sniffled as Lucius worked, playing with the long silvery blond hair. Lucius held the baby to himself and sang softly.

"Hush now, my baby, be still love don't cry. Sleep like you're rocked by the stream. Sleep and remember my lullaby and I'll be with you as you dream..."

"Lucius, we have to go," Severus said hoarsely, his eyes red and puffy from crying stopping still as he saw how his friend was with the baby. Only he knew the blond's secret. "You can't keep him, you know that..."

"I know," The blond said as he held the baby in a loving embrace. "It's just not fair..."

"Luc, we have to go, put him down." The blond looked at his friend and after checking the baby over once more and tidied him up, he replaced him in his cradle, kissing him on the cheek, humming the lullaby, which caused the baby to fall asleep. With a last lingering look, Lucius left with Severus and just in time to see Dumbledore and Hagrid come and whisk the baby away from the destroyed home. The Lord and the Potions Master followed in the shadows and observed everything. It took all of Lucius' descipline to not becoming an avenging angel for the baby. He saw where the baby was placed and Lucius didn't like it one bit. Severus didn't either but he pulled his friend away.

"Lucius, listen to me, I know you want to help him, but we can't risk exposing ourselves. Especially to The Dark Lord. We will help him from the shadows as much as we are able. But it's going to take a lot of acting and covering up on our parts. I know you hate that, having to walk a straight line already but we will be putting everyone in danger, the child included, if our hearts bleed for him so openly." The blonde hated it but he couldn't argue with Severus on this. He knew that he was right. Even Dumbledore couldn't know of their feelings on the matter. Manipulative old fuck. Lucius seethed. He only wants the baby for his needs then toss him aside. But I...I... When Dumbledore, Hagrid and McGonagall left, Severus and Lucius followed, both promising silently, to do what was best for the baby. Don't worry little one, Lucius thought, We will meet again.

They returned to Malfoy Manor and Lucius sank into his favorite armchair, distraught. Severus paced up and down the room. Like Lucius he didn't like where the baby was placed and he wanted to help Lucius take the baby away but he saw the Blood Wards and he knew that if Lucius took the infant, that Dumbledore would know and their cover would be blown. And it would be even worse for Lucius because the man was more maternal. The blond went to check on his own son who was fast asleep in his little cradle. But he knew that although he was relieved that Draco wasn't in danger that Lucius was worrying for the little baby that was left on the doorstep of that horrible house.

"Lucius, the boy looked strong,"

"That's besides the point Severus." Lucius said as he poured them a drink. "No baby is supposed to have the destiny of an adult. He's supposed to be loved and protected and cared for. What is Dumbledore trying to prove by leaving that poor baby in that house?"

"I don't know but I think it's to destroy the Dark Lord."

"Well that's not his job." Lucius said sharply. "His job is to be a child, not defend his life on an almost daily bases."

"He survived the Killing Curse and killed the Dark Lord. Just surviving alone made that baby famous."

"He should be with a family who will want him and love him. Not those horrid people."

"I know but let's be reasonable, they are the only family he has left."

"So what, even the Dark Lord wouldn't have dealt with those people."

"We will watch over him as much as we can Luc. It's the best we can do for now." The blond sighed and bowed his head. He hated to admit that his friend was right. When the men part company, Lucius went into his son's room, kissed him and prayed. May Merlin protect that poor child.