New story. Yay! I love these. Right, the disclaimer.
I don't own any of the characters in the wonderful world of Harry Potter. The only thing I own is the laptop this is written on. No money is being made from this, because again; all I own is this laptop, and it's pretty old as far a laptops go.
A light rain began and Lucius didn't bother to apply a water-resistant spell. Without a word or a backward glance, Lucius left the graveyard.
"Where have you been, boy? Your fiancé will be here any moment. What were you thinking?"
His uncle saw the mud stains on the bottom of Lucius' trousers and how drenched he was.
Lucius looked coolly at his uncle and said, simply, "I had to attend to an errand."
His uncle's eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared and his mouth tensed. Before he could say anything, Lucius left and walked into the receiving room, drying his cloths on the way. He should look presentable enough for Narcissa Black.
Octavius came to stand and glower menacingly by the door.
At the age of nineteen, Lucius was married to the perfect pureblood wife. Soon, he also had an heir, and the fear and respect of his Lord and fellow Death Eaters. He was a rich and influential in the wizarding world.
On October 31, 1980, however, his world crumbled around him, and his reputation was tarnished. However, he was a Malfoy, and vowed that he would not break, and like a phoenix, he would rise from the ashes, stronger than before.
After Lucius killed his uncle, any emotions he'd once felt for anything were locked with the grief and feelings for his parents he'd locked away so long ago. Then he caught a glimpse of Harry Potter.
Lucius had heard much of Harry Potter, of course, the boy was notorious. But he only knew of the boy through stories told by various witches and wizards. And of course, he knew of the boy's parents. He'd heard rumors the boy was being raised by muggles and that was something he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy.
The first time Lucius saw the boy was in Flourish and Blotts. Of course, he had to look at the famous scar. And those acid green eyes sparked at him. For the first time in as long as Lucius could remember, he felt a spark of excitement and anticipation. He knew then, that twelve year old boy would be more an equal opponent than anyone else.
Draco's letters home fed Lucius' need to know more about the boy. The more he knew, the more his obsession grew. The need to pit his strength against that of the individual who defeated the Dark Lord became overwhelming.
By the end of the year, when Lucius learned the boy had defeated a teenaged Tom Riddle, as well as a basilisk, his thirst for more could not be quenched. When the boy tricked him into freeing his house elf, he was torn between anger and pride. Lucius doubted even his own son would have had the cunning to do that.
As he walked down the hall to leave the school, he couldn't help but look back. He almost smiled when he saw the boy still standing there, watching. Lucius didn't stop the smirk from crossing his lips.
Lucius kept close tabs on the young Gryffindor throughout his third year. When Draco got injured, Lucius' heart started beating faster with the opportunity to see Harry Potter. But he didn't go; he couldn't risk being so close to the boy; not yet.
Lucius truly didn't get a chance to see the boy until the end of his fourth year, in the grave yard. The sight of Harry Potter tied to the grave stone creating an indescribable sensation in Lucius' stomach. Even then the boy fought and struggled. His eyes glowed a poisonous green-no, the same green as the Avada Kadavra-as he glared at the Dark Lord. Lucius stood back and hungrily watched the boy.
When they were blocked by a magical barrier, Lucius felt anger at being separated from the sight. Lucius didn't know how what happened came to pass, but the next thing he knew, Potter was running towards the dead boy and the portkey.
Random hexes were being thrown towards the boy. Discretely, Lucius threw a dark spell towards the boy, a protection spell that could throw off almost everything except some of the nastier spells and the unforgivables.
Lucius watched Harry Potter dive towards the corpse and just before the summoning charm exploded from his lips, Harry looked at Lucius; confusion and a question reflected in his eyes.
Then the boy was gone. Lucius turned his attention back to his Lord, noticing the narrow-eyed look he was given in return. Lucius blinked and calmly looked away. Then he smiled. He wished he could be at Hogwarts to finish the fight.
Lucius sat in the small room and watched as a fifteen year old boy was brought forth to face the full Wizengamut for the horrific offence of defending himself and his cousin. The reason being was that the boy was telling the truth. The Dark Lord had indeed returned.
"Minister Fudge. It seems to me that calling the full Wizengamut in seems excessive in this case."
Lucius felt those green eyes zero in on him and smirked in response. Fudge sputtered and simpered in response, not wishing to upset Lucius Malfoy. Albus gave him a piercing stare, but it was ignored. He was interested in only one stare.
"But the boy must be held accountable for his blatant disregard for the rules. What do you suggest his punishment be, if not expulsion from the school?"
Lucius shrugged elegantly and replied, "I believe we should leave his punishment up to his Head of House and Headmaster."
"But Lord Malfoy, this boy has been known to be unbalanced and to lie. Why should we believe him now?"
Lucius calmly and condescendingly looked at the minister. "You would believe the words of a gossipmonger rather than the words of the Boy-Who-Lived? I, for one, would rather be prepared for an event that might not happen than unprepared for one that will."
With both Albus Dumbledore and Lucius Malfoy backing him, Harry Potter was soon walking out of the chamber. Lucius was standing near the elevator when Harry and the Arthur Weasley approached. Weasley stiffened and continued on, but Potter stopped and looked at him.
"Thank you?"
Lucius smiled at the uncertainty, and the defiance. He inclined his head in return. He watched the boy seem to gather his courage. How interesting.
"Why?"
Lucius smiled and reached out, tracing the scar with the tip of a gloved finger.
"You and I, Mr. Potter, have only begun to dance."
Lucius walked away, leaving Harry Potter to contemplate those words.
Around Christmas time, Lucius had a dream. Usually, he didn't remember his dreams, but this one stood out because it stared Potter. He dreamed of the boy on his knees; all that fire and defiance tamed by, and for, Lucius. Those green, green eyes hooded and sparkling, just for Lucius. He had a power over the boy that neither Dumbledore nor the Dark Lord had.
Lucius woke up, his heart beating in anticipation and want. Plans started formulating in his head. He was a Malfoy, and always got what he wanted.
Lucius knew of the Dark Lord's plan to lure Harry to the Department of Mysteries. He also knew of the plan to obtain the prophesy, and perhaps seize the chance to kill the boy. But Lucius also had plans, and they did not include the corpse of the Boy-Who-Lived.
The brats led them on a not so merry chase through the room, but Lucius had the boy cornered.
"Is this what you meant by dancing, Malfoy?"
"No, Mr. Potter, this is no where near what I had in mind."
Ah, that had the boy confused. He saw the boy foolishly lower his wand. Lucius took his chance and rushed the boy, circling a hand around his neck, tipping Potter's head back and bending close. He breathed deeply, inhaling that scent. The boy smelled like sweat, blood, fear and defiance. But most importantly, he smelled of power.
Whispering to Potter, Lucius said, "This was a trap." He heard Potter's breath hitch. "The Dark Lord is after the prophesy, and you are the only one who can touch it."
The young Gryffindor stood very still, then slowly raised a hand and laid it on Lucius' wrist, but didn't try to remove that hand from his throat. He spoke as quietly as Lucius had.
"Why are you telling me?"
Lucius smiled and stroked that smooth, dirty throat with his thumb. He felt the Adam's apple bob as the Potter swallowed.
"Because you and I, Mr. Potter, still have much between us that is unfinished. I'll not have you die before that sumptuous event.
"What would you suggest I do?"
Lucius pulled back. "Break it, then leave. Don't let the Dark Lord near you, because death is the last thing he wants for you. He wants you to suffer greatly."
Potter swallowed again, but he nodded.
"How many Death Eaters are out there?"
"You need to worry about six, but there are seven."
"Voldemort's here."
A crash sounded and Lucius heard the voices of some of the order members.
"I will be seeing you soon, Mr. Potter."
Potter nodded, then said, "You need to be leaving too. There are Aurors out there and they will be arresting those who are here."
"Soon Mr. Potter."
"Wait, will you tell me why you're helping me?"
Lucius reached up with his free hand and traced the scar, murmured a healing charm for a cut Potter had above his eye."
"Until we meet again, Mr. Potter."
Without making a sound, Lucius disapparated, leaving Harry alone with many questions and a sensation where Lucius touched him.
Lucius returned to the manor and ordered an elf to bring him a brandy and thought.
Potter was impulsive, reckless, brazen, young and so very powerful. If the Dark Lord was as smart as he once was, he'd try to win Potter to his side, not try to kill him. What was that damn Prophesy about?
Lucius thoughts traveled. Potter didn't throw curses or shout invectives. He could be logical and listen, contrary to what Severus says. Lucius make plans for his next meeting with Potter. Perhaps summer would be best.
Lucius didn't think of the fun he was having, or the thrills he was feeling, or the fact that he hadn't felt like this since his parents died. And he most definitely wasn't thinking that the Dark Lord didn't have as much of a hold on him as before.
I know I haven't updated Incubus Dreams in forever, and the reason for that is posted in my live-journal account. The short version of it is that I am in California, and the story is still in North Carolina. I'll get it back during Christmas, and after than should be able to update when I have free time. Sorry for the inconvenience, but this should help, right? Yes? I hope so.
Be kind and please review. They are like dark chocolate and mountain dew. In other words: Necter and ambrosia.
Jemi