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A figure stirred under a thick cover on a big poster bed. Wild, long, jet black hair popped into sights. A pair of eyelids began to tremble as they opened slowly to adjust the light which seeped into the large, beautiful room where the person currently in. two pools of emerald eyes fluttered open and a slow confused recognition dawned upon his mind. Harry Potter laid still on a bed he barely known, stared wide eyes on a ceiling he thought a little of familiarity. Slowly, he looked around only to find that he was nowhere in place he knew. He sat up quickly with a panic wave slammed through his mind, and more when he realized that he wore no glamour at all.
He went off the bed and flashed across the room to find the mirror. With a horror look, he got his suspicion affirmed. There, stared back at him was a small, slender, delicate boy, with mid-back long black hair, skin paler than the moon and pink tinge on flushed cheeks, red rose thin lips, deep green of emerald eyes and long dark eyelashes that put any woman to shame. He sighed then looked around the room, searching for his wand. It was settled at the top of bed table. He walked and grabbed it, then quickly stood back in front of the mirror with his wand pointed to himself. He murmured a spell of a glamour he knew by heart but to no avail. His confusion was understatement, he sighed desperately. Obviously, Harry didn't like his appearance, the every feminine curve he owned since his seventeenth birthday, nearly a year ago.
A loud crack made him spun around in surprise, only to find a house-elf who looked slightly nervous. The said elf bowed slightly and greeted him in a high pitch squeak.
"Harry Potter, sir, Weeny is said to help Harry Potter ready," it chirped.
Harry tilted his head in confusion and suspicion. "Who ordered you?" he asked. "Where am I?"
"Weeny is bound to say nothing, Harry Potter, sir. Master only tell, Weeny is to fetch Harry Potter when he is ready."
"Ready for what?"
"Harry Potter is about to meet Master, Weeny can't tell more." It looked around with its big round eyes, as if scared. "Harry Potter have to get ready right now, Weeny is to help! Harry Potter is to take a bath, Weeny is prepare Harry Potter's robe! Hurry, hurry, Master don't like if Weeny is late!"
Not daring to utter another word, Harry went into the bathroom that already available in his current room. He took his time to wash his body, when warm water splashed down his figure, he pondered what really happened to him.
The last thing he remembered was when he went out from a small cottage out of London, he prepared to have his usual afternoon walk by the near lake then suddenly pair of hands grabbed him from behind then soon after that everything was black.
Harry shook his head and grabbed the towel. He dried himself before he wrapped the towel on his small waist. He stepped out and found the elf already placed a best tailored robe neatly on the bed. He sighed and put it on. The dark green robe with black silk pants fitted his figure nicely. Then, Harry arranged his hair into a simple neat ponytail.
The house elf was back in a matter of minutes. It snapped its finger and the door was magically opened. Harry made sure his wand was safe in his pocket and nervously tug his robe's collar. He was about to meet the Lord of the house and he felt a slight tug of fear and curiosity.
"Harry Potter is to follow Weeny to Master's study," the house elf said in its high-pitched voice.
And Harry did so. While he made his way, he observed the rooms he'd just passed. He made a mental note that this house was not a house but most likely a manor, and a big one at that. A few minutes journey from the room he was occupied, he faced a big oak door which likely lead him to the study.
The house elf knocked softly before announced Harry's arrival. A deep voice replied from behind the door, allowing him to enter. Harry frowned as he seemed to know the voice but hardly remember it. The door was opened and with a little push from the house-elf, Harry made a small step entering the room.
There, sat on a high chair with his indifference mask and an amused glint on his eyes, sat the almighty known Death-Eater, Lucius Malfoy.
Harry gasped, this isn't good at all! He screamed to himself. His eyes widened as a realization dawned upon him. Lucius Malfoy saw what he was and he was locked, trapped in his manor. His mind was in havoc, he tried to think something haphazardly, anything to save his life. But he began to panic. The fear was too overwhelmed to make him think straight.
No, Harry thought. It couldn't be! I've lost so much, I can't die this way. Not until I fulfilled my duty… oh, no…
Lucius simply looked at him with an amused look, though his facial expression betrayed nothing about how he felt. "Scared, Potter?"
Now, why does he sound a lot like his arch rival and crush? Harry pondered for a while before he shoved away his thought and sneered to himself. Of course you dolt! He's his father after all!
"What do you want with me, Malfoy!" Harry tried to sound as harsh as he could be. "I assumed it was YOU who brought me here, without my consent."
"Never thought you would be so clever Potter!" the elder Malfoy sneered calmly. "You may have a seat, Mr. Potter."
"No, thank you."
"Please," Lucius said in mock politeness. "It's rude to stand while having a discussion, Mr. Potter. Believe me, the couch would have you no harm."
Harry narrowed his eyes in distrust, but he sat on the appointed couch though a bit hesitantly.
"Wonderful. Now, let's have our little chat shall we?" Lucius snapped his fingers and a house elf appeared. "Have some coffee, Mr. Potter?"
Still with a distrustful look, Harry shook his head to refuse the Lord's offer. The said Lord nodded and commanded the house elf to bring him his favorite beverage, Earl-Grey tea. When the said command was done, Lucius seeped his drink carefully then looked at Harry with an unknown glint in his eyes.
"Now, Mr. Potter, as you already know, I was the one who brought you here, to my Manor. Would you like to know why?" Lucius didn't let Harry answer his question. "The Dark Lord commanded me, to personally kidnap you and served you to his feet." At this, Harry jumped out of the couch, fingered his wand, and pointed it to Lucius with an alert expression. "Now, don't get me wrong, Mr. Potter. I haven't served you to his feet yet, after all."
"But you will…" Harry seethed. "You will, won't you!"
"I did half of his command, to kidnap you personally. But I did and will not do its other half, I was rather interested in keeping you for myself!"
"Your point!" Harry was still guarded but he felt a bit relieved.
Lucius raised his eyebrow, "well, I was simply saying that I am about to secretly betray the Dark Lord, wasn't I? And that I am now standing on your side. Do not worry, Mr. Potter, I meant you no harm. I knew for a fact that you are struggling alone now. With Dumbledore gone, you left everything behind to find all the horcruxes alone." With Harry's horrified look, Lucius nodded slightly. "Yes, I know about the horcruxes Mr. Potter, and I know too that you shoved away the Weasley's and Mudblood's offer to help you. You just don't want to lose anymore relatives of yours, aren't you?"
By now, Lucius was stood tall and walked near to the Boy-Who-Lived. The man was towering the boy, as Harry only reached Lucius mid-chest in height. Harry's disarray emotions didn't go unnoticed from Lucius' observations. The said man steered Harry to the couch and push the boy down gently, he then took a seat by Harry's side.
"But you cannot do this alone, that's a fact Mr. Potter. Dark Lord is becoming stronger everyday. You can't keep your loved ones safe if you relied on your power alone. That's why I called for a truce. I will help you Mr. Potter, I will help you to vanquish the Dark Lord."
"What can you offer?" Harry said in a low calculating tone, he was staring right into Lucius' eyes while saying so. Once again, he saw the amuse glint in those grey orbs.
"I offer you safety, Mr. Potter, for I believe the Dark Lord won't be looking for you here, in his right hand man's residence. You've heard a quote saying 'the safest place is where the danger lay', don't you? Furthermore, I'll help you in your training, Mr. Potter. You cannot possibly believe to defeat the Dark Lord with your limited knowledge about defensive and offensive spells you have. I can teach you to be powerful enough to vanquish the Dark Lord forever."
"And you do this, why?"
"You don't trust me, I see."
"I can't trust random people easily, can I? More over, the said people have ever tried to indirectly send me to my death when I'm twelve," Harry said sarcastically.
Lucius chuckled much to Harry's dismay, "How very Slytherin of you, Mr. Potter, always watch on your back."
"Oh, you may believe that I have a Slytherin quality, Mr. Malfoy, for I actually belong there." Harry sneered coldly. "Now, I want your reasons for doing this."
"It's simple, Mr. Potter. I don't approve the Dark Lord actions anymore…"
"And you didn't before, because…?"
"You have to know, I followed Dark Lord because I agree with his belief, the wizarding world is better off without muggleborns, they tainted our custom and tradition, they brought new visions about our systems of hierarchs, and their point of view simply destroying our purity our belief. The families who still had respect of our old traditions like me, know only the blood purity can uphold the family magic, the purer a person the stronger his or her magic. Many old families like Malfoys, Zabinis, Blacks, and many more never have a squib in their line. Do you know why?"
"Because they're pureblood…?"
"The Weasleys is pureblood, Mr. Potter, and I believe Neville Longbottom is too. But their magics aren't strong anymore. You can see that Mr. Longbottom is nearly squib and few distant relatives of Mr. Weasley are squib or even muggles. Magic is in the blood, Mr. Potter. You can trace their family lines and trust me that you can find the intermarriage of ones from their family members to muggleborns or muggles theirself. And we never had one on ours, Mr. Potter. That's the most reason of my allegiance with Dark Lord, Muggleborns only decline our power in magic itself. But now, I sadly say that it seemed Dark Lord had forgotten his purpose. He is now obsessed in killing you. He, no longer consider the pureblood or mudblood, kills anyone who waltz in his plan to eradicate you. That is not what I and few colleagues want, Mr. Potter. So we decided that our top priority now is to erase his existence in our life, for we no longer safe no matter how loyal we are to him."
"We…?"
"'We' means my family, Zabinis, Crabbes, and Goyles. Though we cannot support you openly, Mr. Potter, we can help you all the way through. We can help you plan, train, or inform you any other necessities about the Dark Lord, in hope we can locate his weakness," Lucius hardened his expression. "And I'm not too fond in thinking that my son, my only heir will serve a madman. Not fond at all. I face my wrong and for that I have my consequences, but I do not wish my son to fear the same life as I do. You may not believe it," Lucius stated seeing Harry's shocked expression. "But I do love my son."
Harry was silenced. None of them spoke for a few minutes. Harry himself was contemplating the offers and any explanation in his head.
"You believe I can vanquish the Dark Lord?" Harry asked in a small voice, for the first time voicing his doubt that always nagged in his small part of heart. Lucius saw it too, because Harry was blatantly showing it in his emerald eyes. "I, myself, sometimes doubt that I can do it."
"You can, Harry," Lucius said in, unbelievingly, soft and gentle baritone murmur. "I was a bit unsure myself, before. But now…" Lucius' eyes took in the boy's appearance from head to toe. "Now I believe you can do it, Harry."
Harry looked down, and widened his eyes when he realized that he had forgotten about how he looked. He scowled involuntarily, then he heard Lucius chuckled. That was when he replayed Lucius' words and got a shock himself.
"You called me Harry!" he stated without thinking.
"Why, yes. I believe that's your name," Lucius' tone hinted mirth in it. "And you may call me Lucius."
"You wish!" that earned another chuckle from the older man. Harry unconsciously made an adorable pout which made Lucius laughed more. "Why is that my glamour doesn't work?"
"It's…because the ward," Lucius said. "I make a ward that disfunction any spells of glamour, disillusion, animagi even polyjuice potion. I cannot have any one easily barged in without me knowing who they are. Why do you want to hide it, Harry? It's a gift you have there."
"It's no gift at all!" Harry muttered with a dark look. "This sudden change in my seventeenth birthday made me look more like a freak!"
This time, Lucius' mask slipped for a few seconds. "You're not a freak, Harry. You're a beautiful Earthian, you carry the blood of a magical creature which guard the nature alongside with Elves."
"Oh, great! Now, I'm not only not a pure-blood, I'm not even a pure-human!" Harry groaned his frustration.
"You're not a pure-human, yes, but you're a pureblood, Harry. Earthian blood is dominant, even from wizard's blood. You carry the blood that purify your mother's muggleborn blood, made you an equal like me."
Harry looked at Lucius, processing this new information. "So, you're saying that I get this blood from my father?"
"Yes, The Potter family carries the Earthian genes in their blood, you are their sixth generation to turn into a fully Earthian in your seventeeth birthday, James was the fifth. James' grandparents both are Earthians, which made the genes even stronger. So far I know, Earthians are rare, considering only three families carry the blood nowadays, The Potter, The Claine from Greece, and The Mikados from Japan. This sudden change in your appearance is the physical trait from these genes."
"Yeah, and make me bloody like a woman," Harry mumbled.
"Earthians are by means feminine, Harry, like the earth itself. The blood carries the power to control nature's element, and since earth is giving life to other life beings, it considered to be mother of every creature. That's where Earthians got their names. Don't you realize that Elves carry the same trait? Both of your race are in duty to keep balance on this earth, your race is to guard the natural elements like water, wind, minerals, and lights, the Elves guard the living things, like trees, humans and animals."
"That powerful?" Harry wondered in awe.
"That powerful, Harry," Lucius affirmed. "But to your difference with Elves, Earthians don't have lifetime mates, while the Elves do."
"How come I don't know any of this from Hogwarts lesson?" Harry asked, wondering.
"That's because it's in seventh year curriculum, and an advanced one in that. And you, young Harry, are not wistful enough to not go to school this year."
"Stop calling me Harry, I don't remember approve you to call me with my given name," Harry grumbled.
Lucius showed the mirth in his eyes, "Why not? I allowed you to call me Lucius. Or you'd rather call me daddy?"
"As if!" Harry scoffed and Lucius chuckled. "So, what do you want in return? I know you won't be doing this for free."
"You do have a quality for being a Slytherin," Lucius approved. "It's simple. I want your freedom, Harry, by means I want you to live here, be Draco's spouse, and bear an heir. The more reason to call me daddy, don't you?"
"What!" Harry was shocked. "Are you kidding! Please, sir, despite my look, I assure you that I'm a man! Man cannot be pregnant, hell, you don't even know whether I'm gay or not!" yes you do, confirmed Harry's inner soul, you're in love with this man's son.
"Honestly, Harry, don't you find my son attractive?" Lucius drawled as if the fact was obvious.
Yes I do, Harry agreed mentally. But you can't know that, it's a part of my dignity.
"I know for a fact that my son's beauty is a magnet for both genders. You're the only boy I approve to be Draco's consort, for you do have the ability to bear children naturally, without potions or spells."
I can bear my own children? Harry had a butterflies effect in his stomach. I can bear Draco's children? Okay, wait, stop the thought! Don't raise your hope too much, Harry. You forget to consider your crush opinion here.
Harry sighed in desperation to suppress his one-sided happiness. Little did he know how very perceptive a Malfoy could be. "Okay, if, just if I agree to do this, what will Malfoy," Lucius raised an eyebrow, "Draco, I mean, what will Draco think about this? Don't you reconsider his say?"
"Really, Harry, my son is a Malfoy. Malfoys never deny a beauty. I for once ever fall over heels on your father, for his beauty under his glamour of course. Unfortunately, he, like you, preferred to hide such beauty."
Harry was gaped, "My father! You! Fall over heels on him!"
"Of course, my competitors were two, Lily Evans and Severus Snape. Too bad that James Potter was actually chose Lily Evans, the first intermarriage with muggleborns in The Potter's lineage."
Harry's shock was understatement, here the man was blatantly saying that he was actually in love with his father once. And the fact the said father was being wooed by two Slytherins, his enemies at that. Harry blushed and kept muttering a mental mantra to erased bad mental images that suddenly popping in his mind. The thought of Severus Snape seducing his father was what troubled him most.
"So, what do you say, Harry Potter? Do you call a truce?" Lucius smirked.
Tbc
A/N : Ta-Da! Hehehehe. Okay, we knew that we should already start typing The Aiden's story, but we couldn't help it! It's just keep nagging in our minds! So, do you guys like it? Let us know your opinion, okay? Bye!