Title: The Life I Now Lead
Rating: M – Due to the adult themes involved and mentions of sex and violence.
Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance, Angst. SLASH!
Summary: Harry has moved away from his old life and is trying to get on away from the world he once knew.
Word Count: 2470
Disclaimer: I don't own it. Seriously.
Pairings: LM/HP. DM/AU. HG/RW
Thanks To: Dracavia – For many many things ;-)
A/N: This is my fist story for quite a long time. Real life and other such things got in the way such as men, who are scum, and a job, which is nice (the money anyway). So here I am, back again writing. Hope you enjoy it. GD xx
It isn't very difficult to see why
You are the way you are
Doesn't take a genius
To realise that sometimes life is hard
Its gonna take time
But you'll just have to wait
You gonna be fine
But in the meantime
Come over here lady
Let me wipe your tears away
Come a little nearer
Coz you'll heal over someday K.T. Turnstall
July 31st 2008 11:45pm
Harry Potter's 30th Birthday
Chapter 1 – Heal Over
Draco sat asleep on the chair in front of the dying fire. His blonde hair, now flecked by the odd white strand was hanging in a loose ponytail at the nape of his neck. His one good eye was closed in sleep and the eye patch that he always wore covered the other. His head was bent forward slightly and he had a book in one hand and his hand dangled over the arm of the chair that was faced towards the fire. He was coming up for his 30th year and had been relentlessly teased about the white making an appearance at so young an age.
He had fallen asleep by the fire waiting for three of the most important people in his life to make an appearance; his father being one, his father's partner and his wife. They told him they would be back by midnight but Draco couldn't hold out that long and he sat in the chair asleep as a young girl walked into the room and smiled gently.
The blonde girl had big hazel coloured eyes like her mother and the same blonde hair that her father had. She walked over and touched Draco's hand.
"Da? Daddy wake up." Her accent was not English, but it had a certain Irish twang and an American undertone. Draco opened his eye and let his gaze fall upon his daughter. "Abbey? Where's your brother? Your mother not back yet?"
"No daddy… Jonathan is asleep and me mam isn't back yet. You should go to bed daddy…"
Draco shook his head. "No, I told your mother I would wait here for her and I will wait. You go back to bed. Its way past your bedtime."
Abbey nodded, "Okay daddy…" She kissed him on the forehead. "G'night…" Draco smiled as Abbey left the room. As she left he stood and stretched out his tired and stiff limbs. As he did, there was a pop behind him and he turned to see the three people in question.
"Anne… Dad, Harry… You're alright." Draco seemed relieved and walked over to them and hugged his wife and smiled at Harry and Lucius. "I see you found your wayward lover then father?"
Harry snorted and plonked himself in a couch and yawned, "Hardly wayward. Stubborn more like."
Lucius sighed and sat beside Harry on the couch that Harry was in. He ran his hand through his blonde hair that would be white if it weren't for the charms the man used. His ice blue/silver eyes looked at Harry and Harry looked back at him. The were both rather stubborn individuals. Lucius, although he was 55 now looked rather youthful for his age. The age difference between himself and Harry was obvious to any common fool but that was only physical. They were both otherwise very alike.
Lucius sighed, "Harry, I wish you wouldn't run off like that."
"I get bored. You mollycoddle me, just because I don't use magic really anymore." Harry sighed. He hated it when Lucius tried to stop him doing things. He usually now did things just to irritate Lucius to show him that there is indeed nothing to fear.
"What if someone finds out who you are?"
"They wont, I'm dead."
Lucius, Draco and Anne all shook their heads. Harry really was a fool sometimes.
Lucius sighed as he watched Harry and his seemingly carefree attitude. The man still had his head of black hair. He still had his Quidditch won physique, his Gryffindorness and his green eyes that had drawn Lucius in, in the first place. The one thing that had changed was the fact that he no longer held a certain scar on his forehead. His killing Voldemort had got rid of that one. But left his young lover with a barrel load of mental scars. Most of them, even after almost 10 years, were rather raw and he refused to talk about them.
Harry caught the way Lucius was looking at him. "Luc, dun look at me like that."
He sighed, there really was no telling him. "Fine, can we go home now Harry? I am tired. Looking for you has become quite the hobby, don't you agree?"
Harry rolled his eyes and stood, "You don't have to look for me you know. Kinda the bloody point."
Draco and Anne looked at each other and shook their heads at Harry and Lucius. For 10 years they had always been the same. Fighting and bemoaning each other's existence and habits and yet they still stayed together, still loved each other. They fought, cursed, broke up, got back together and teased each other relentlessly and yet they still stayed with each other.
Anne often wondered why they put up with each other. That they would be happier apart, it would be easier to live apart. Draco however knew why. As unlikely as it seemed they did love each other in their own ways. Lucius, rarely showed Harry any affection in front of others but he knew from experience that Lucius could have split personalities if he wanted, if he needed. From a young age Draco knew the difference between "Lucius Malfoy, the apple of the publics eye." To "Lucius, Dark Arts extraordinaire" then to the other persona, the man he called simply "dad".
Harry and Lucius stood side by side and Lucius re-ignited the dying fire in Draco's grate. "See you later son, Anne…" Said Lucius and stepped into the fire with some floo powder calling out "Tourisle Estate". Harry grumbled something under his breath obviously directed at Lucius and then bid farewell to Draco and Anne and he flooed away from the house.
"Dear Merlin, they are such a pair those two." Said Anne. "I'm surprised you managed to stay up Love. You usually fall asleep."
"I did. Abbey came in and woke me up… I think she was wanting to see you, she's not usually up this late."
"No… she isn't… We better get to bed, you look really tired hon." Said Anne taking Draco's hand in her own and starting towards the staircase in the hall and up to bed.
"Fuck off." Harry swore at Lucius who grabbed his arm. "Harry, why are you so angry at me? What have I done now?"
"You just don't get it! Lucius, when I go off somewhere and ask you not to follow me I do mean it. Just because you are a fucking untrusting prick doesn't mean I should suffer you all the time. I'm not going to run off with someone else!"
"I know that." Said Lucius rather defensively.
"Why cant you just have left me alone, you know I don't like celebrating my birthday and like to be alone." Huffed Harry like the petulant teenager that Lucius believed he still thought himself to be.
"Harry." He said placating. "Harry I know… but it is your 30th. I was worried."
Harry looked at Lucius who had nothing but truth for once in his eyes. "Oh… I'm sorry… it's just… you remember what happened on my 18th? Voldemort and a whole mess of nastiness. And… its been more than 10 years Luc… 10 years since I saw those people that cared enough for me to save me. 10 years since I last saw Remus, 10 years since I last saw Hermione…"
Lucius nodded and went to sit beside his lover and wrapped an arm round him. "I know… I know you miss her most. You almost gave yourself away last year."
Harry was rather quiet. "Yes I know… I was about three steps away from Ron's house when you and Anne again accosted me. Lucky that she knows Hermione somewhat or you would have been screwed."
Lucius nodded remembering the night. It was why he now made sure he knew exactly where Harry was the night of his birthday. He ran his hand through Harry's still stubbornly messy locks and smiled slightly. "I do love your hair…"
Harry smiled, "I know, you tell me often enough. And mine is au-naturale… unlike some." He extended his hand, "Finite incartatem." Lucius growled slightly as his blonde hair became rather white. Harry smiled and turned to straddle his lover's legs sitting on the couch and ran his hands through Lucius' thick white/blonde hair. "Why do you colour it?"
"Because I look older when it's white."
"I think you look fine…" Harry kissed Lucius' cheek and Lucius smiled gently. "You would, you're biased. I look old, too old."
"For what?" Asked Harry grinding his hips gently.
Lucius raised an eyebrow, "What do you have in mind?"
"An apology. A very physical apology."
"Sounds appealing." Lucius said as Harry kissed his lover's throat. Harry, who still was straddling Lucius' legs, ran his hand down to his trousers and groped the older man through the cloth. Lucius wrapped his arms round Harry as he still assaulted his neck. He inhaled deeply as Harry became more passionate in his motions and Lucius could feel his own arousal stirring as Harry still groped him.
Harry kissed the side of Lucius' face. "I want you." He whispered hoarsely. Lucius closed his eyes and moaned lightly. Whenever Harry said that Lucius always thought it was like a shot of pure hot liquid arousal through his veins. To hear those words from that gorgeous mouth and an invitation for him to take that gorgeous body and do what he wanted. It was more than he could wish for.
And Harry knew it.
Lucius grabbed Harry and made him stand; he also stood and kissed Harry passionately. He took his hand and led him upstairs and into the master bedroom. "You want me?" Asked Lucius in a low purr.
Harry stood against Lucius and ran a hand down his back and nodded, "I want you."
"You want me to do what exactly Harry?" Harry swallowed hard and ground his hips against Lucius who smiled slightly. "Well, I was thinking, you, me, some personal work out on the four poster bed…"
Lucius nodded, "Sounds like a plan. I didn't know Gryffindors could plan."
They moved towards the bed, Harry becoming more breathless as Lucius kissed him and started to undress him. "We plan, not like Slytherins though."
"Oh?" Asked Lucius as he let his hand run down Harry's now naked torso. Harry nodded "Yeah, you'd plan like, 'Tie Harry to the bed, tease him endlessly for a few hours then shag him slowly' my thing would be more, 'fuck me now'"
Lucius' hand was now sat on Harry's buckle to his trousers and he smirked, "Is that a very badly disguised hint Mr Potter?"
"Could be…" He said and started to unbutton Lucius' shirt. Lucius kissed Harry and lay him on the bed and kissed his neck. "I love you" he whispered.
Harry smiled at his lover. "I never tire of hearing that."
Lucius smiled and spoke very huskily, "I love you."
Harry groaned very softly at these words.
Lucius grinned and straddled his lover, kissing him deeply. Harry moved his hips up
against Lucius and closed his eyes.
Slowly Lucius undressed his lover and himself, caressing skin as he went. He contemplated tying up Harry and teasing him endlessly like he was generally prone to doing but Harry seemed to want quicker gratification by the sounds he was making.
He decided he would give his lover the quick gratification he was after and fuck him fast and hard. And that is exactly what Lucius did.
Harry woke the next morning, his back hurt and his head was pounding. He turned and looked at Lucius who was sound asleep on the bed, sheets tangled round him, his white long hair strewn out over the navy blue linen of the pillow. Harry smiled gently and walked over to the full-length mirror and frowned at his reflection.
His skin was predominantly tanned now. Living in Florida did that to you. They lived on a small house on one of the islands of the Florida Key's that was hidden from muggle eyes and was home to one of America's most predominantly wizarding centres. Their ministry was here as was their main bank.
Lucius owned a large part of the island. He had a few acres of land on the island and had the estate Tourisle Estate.
Harry still looked at his reflection. He never was happy with the way he looked. Thought he was rather thin, didn't like his shape and he particularly hated the three lines of silver scar tissue on his stomach that never turned brown. He prodded the marks recalling how they were created and quickly let his memory roam in another direction.
The first scar was made by himself, completely by accident during a particularly nasty encounter with Draco in the Order of the Phoenix headquarters. Draco's mother had been murdered recently by Voldemort and Harry found the boy with a knife, cutting his arm. He wrestled the knife off him but in the process he was accidentally stabbed. It was lucky Hermione had a quick head on her or Harry would have died of blood loss.
The second and third were received by the same man, by Voldemort. The first of the two, the one slightly at his side was received in what would have been his seventh year at school when he had saved Hermione from certain death at the hands of Wormtail. Wormtail had died and Voldemort retaliated by attacking Harry blatantly and recklessly in Diagon Alley.
Harry had received the final scar in the final battle with Voldemort. The blood loss was severe and Lucius was terrified that he would die. He entered a magical coma for three months after all the upheaval and when he woke Lucius was at his side, asleep, hair askew and head resting on Harry's bed.
As he inspected the scars with a look of distaste he saw a movement in the bed and turned to see Lucius now staring at him.
"Morning." He said quietly to Lucius who yawned and smiled. "Yes, morning."
Harry walked over to the bed. "You're working today aren't you?"
Lucius nodded, the wizarding world in Britain and Europe thought him dead, the wizarding world here knew him as "Mr Lucas Malloy". Harry was just Harry Malloy, Lucius' much younger lover that had taken his second name a few years ago in a ceremony.
"I am. I can take the day off if you want." He said and nuzzled the side of Harry's face. Harry shook his head, "No… it's alright. I do have friends, I can go socialise."
Lucius nodded, "okay, if you're sure."
"I am." Lucius smiled, "Okay… we better have a shower then…" Harry smiled and nodded, "What a good idea" he said and let Lucius lead him into the bathroom.
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