Title: The Elvin Kin
Rating: R – Due to the adult themes involved and mentions of sex and violence.
Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance, Angst.
Summary: The war is over, Harry Potter, the saviour of the wizarding world is not coping well with life post war. Elsewhere Draco Malfoy is trying everything to save his condemned father from the death penalty, will he succeed? Slash Fiction. Please R&R AU no DH. Please Note this story has slash. HP/LM
Disclaimer: I do not own it.
Thanks To: Dracavia
A/N: Thanks everyone who has me on story alert. It made me all happy and got my backside into gear with the writing of this chapter (I have buffer whee!) fortnightly updates are a go. Deathly Hallows was great, this story will remain spoiler free and contain the AU ending that i've chosen. (I read Deathly Hallows in 10 hours, can anyone beat that? Sat up from Midnight till 10:00am and then slept for an hour. So glad i wasnt working!) Hope you all keep reading, just because Rowling is finished doesnt mean the rest of us have to be. Now, onto the story. (Psst, please review?) As this chapter sort of shows what way this is going i'll announce this - This story is HP/LM slash. You no likey you no read.
Chapter 2 – Legacy of the Elvin Kin
Harry sat at the kitchen table and looked in his diary.
Tomorrow's plan was 9:00am breakfast, 12:30pm Lucius Malfoy's execution and then drinks.
Harry smiled a little more at himself.
He'd become rather a cold bastard lately.
The tap dripped in the corner. It had been dripping for four weeks now non-stop. If they didn't hurry up and execute him he was going to ram his head off the wall repeatedly and kill himself to stop hearing that damned dripping.
He looked down at himself. Ragged trousers and shirt, ripped and stained, blood… bruises… He thought he'd have preferred the dementors to the beatings. They had spoken about healing his injuries before taking him to the execution the next day, he had heard them decide that they would just leave him and tell the judge it was another prisoner that had beaten him, after all, who would care about Lucius Malfoy?
He had one day left on this earth and neither his son nor his wife had come to see him. Perhaps they found it too difficult to come say goodbye? The tears welled up in his eyes but he willed them away.
No, he would not cry. He would be strong and die with dignity the next day.
Not that he wanted to die… not that he thought Voldemort had been worth it. He had been promised many things… none of them appeared.
It seems Draco had had the right idea in the end… Potter's side was the side to be on.
Hindsight didn't get you anywhere though…
He found it…
"For it is written that the ones of Bad Faith will be protected eternally so long as they live. They will be protected by the high ones for the high blood is running through their blessed veins."
They did have protection. But, what good did it do them? He had hours to figure it out, some way to contact them, if they even still existed. What if they were all dead? If they were all dead he had done all this for nothing.
No… he reasoned with himself, if his father died and he hadn't done this whole wild goose chase he'd have tortured himself forever with the eternal question. "What if?"
He calmed himself and turned back to the book and looked through.
There had to be something…
The execution chamber was full.
Many people had turned out to see Lucius Abraxas Malfoy executed for his numerous and devious crimes. The head of the Magical Law Enforcement, James Cartail, stood at the top of the hall and called for silence.
"Bring in the prisoner."
They brought Lucius in, not dragging him like they had the other prisoners, Lucius walked, head held high, bruises and cuts plain for all to see.
Standing at the front, Harry frowned just a touch. He noted Lucius had obviously been badly beaten. His hair was matted, his clothes a wreck and he looked… thinner, much thinner than he recalled.
'Good' thought the little vindictive part of his brain 'serves the bastard right for all the pain and suffering he caused'
'No, no' said another voice, 'it is wrong to treat someone like that. He should have been treated with dignity until he was to be executed. We need not stoop to his level.'
Harry scowled at himself and half expected to see a devil and angel sitting on his shoulders like the muggle cartoons. Truthfully he felt Lucius should have been treated humanely, it seemed the ministry had taken its anger out on him.
"Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, you stand here today charged and found guilty of numerous murders, associating with known death eaters, associating with Lord Voldemort, torturing innocent people, many counts of attempted murder, bodily harm, grievous bodily harm, cursing with intent and fraud to name but a few of your crimes."
Lucius looked up at him, eyes defiant.
"Do you have any last words?"
Lucius looked around, his wife and son were nowhere to be seen.
"Yes…" he spoke now, voice calm, accepting his fate, "The Death Eaters ideals do not die with me… if it is not us and the Dark Lord, it will be someone else and their followers. Mudbloods, blood traitors and muggles should be killed."
James Cartail seemed astonished, "I… Bring in the executioner!"
As the crowd watched, baying for blood, the executioner raised his wand. As he was about to say the words to end Lucius Malfoy's life, his voice left him and the hall was plunged into darkness…
Draco stared at the two figures standing before him. He didn't know how he'd done it, or what indeed he had done. All he did was cry out for help and there they had appeared.
An elf and an elvae, elvae being the effeminate word for women of the elvin race. The elf had long blonde hair, a similar shade to his own and his fathers, his eyes were like looking into the eyes of his fathers and grandfathers. All of the Malfoy Men looked similar to this elf.
The elvae however had auburn hair and jade green eyes much like the eyes of Harry Potter. He was in awe of them until the elvae spoke quietly, "You have asked for the help of the old ones… please, be swift in your request."
Draco nodded, "My father, they're going to kill him… please… you said you would protect us. Save him, I need my father..."
Draco felt tears spring to his eyes as if realising now just how desperately scared he was of his father's death. The tears fell from his eyes and the Elf moved towards him now and spoke quietly, "Your father is not a good man… but you yourself are just a child… a child should have his parents…" he looked at the Elvae beside him, "Do you agree sister?"
The elvae nodded, "Yes… I agree. Draco… yes, we know your name." She said at his surprised look, "We will save him… but he will still be punished. Are you prepared for him to be punished?"
Draco nodded, he didn't care, he just wanted his father alive and for him not to be alone. His mother wouldn't last through his father's death, he knew that she would keep trying to kill herself until succeeding.
The Elf and the Elvae placed a hand each on Draco's shoulder and suddenly they found themselves in total darkness, worried calls around them.
The lights suddenly came up and they stood in the Execution chamber, Lucius on a chair, the Elf and Elvae beside him, Draco behind his father.
"SILENCE!" The elf hollered in his huge voice. The place stilled as the people took in what they were looking at.
The elvae spoke softly, the room catching each of her words easily,
"We protect the Malfoy Family. We always have, when they cry for aid, we heed that call… Draco called for us, we came. We will not let you kill Lucius Malfoy."
There were a few angry cries from above and the elf merely silenced them with a stare.
Lucius looked up at them both, the elf and elvae looked down at him, eyes saddened by the state he was in, the elvae looked up and asked a touch angrily of James Cartail, "Who did this to him!?"
"I… fellow prisoners M'lady." He answered; knowing the explanation the guards gave him was a total fabrication. "There was a riot you see and -"
She flicked her wrist and a ball of fire appeared in her hand, "If you do not tell me the truth, I will throw this at you."
"I… I don't know… They told me that he had been fighting… I did not question… umm… well…" He motioned in the general direction of Lucius who was very obviously about to be executed.
"I see… so… you took your anger out upon him?" The fireball disappeared, the anger not leaving her eyes.
From the crowd of gathered spectators the keen elvin ears of the elf heard the words 'he deserved what he got'.
The elf looked up at the crowd to see who said such words and his eyes fell upon one Harry Potter. The Elf looked at his sister and motioned for her to look. She had also heard the words and they both smiled at each other a touch menacingly. Harry felt a touch uneasy with their gaze.
"We have a punishment suitable for him, more fitting than the eternal rest of death." The elvae said quietly. They both placed a hand on Lucius' shoulder, Lucius looked up at them slightly worriedly as Draco looked on wondering what they would do to his father.
Lucius felt the magic flow through him and slowly he felt it shut down pieces of his own magic. He looked up at them in fear realising what they were doing to him.
"No! NO!" He hollered at them.
But, it was too late. Lucius had lost the feeling of magic within him, that pleasant hum that always assured him that magic was a piece of him, was gone.
"What have you done to him?" James Cartail voiced the question that was on everyone's lips.
"We have taken from him what he values above all else…" Said the elvae mysteriously.
Harry's eyes bore into Lucius and he smiled softly, a cruel smile of pleasure at another's suffering. "SQUIB!" Harry hollered, his voice triumphant, eyes amused. This was better than an execution.
Hermione looked at Harry, her face doing nothing to hide her disgust at Harry's enjoyment of the situation. She looked at Lucius and shook her head, seeming unsure of what to think and was even more disheartened when she saw the satisfied smiles on all of the Weasleys, especially Mr Weasley.
Draco looked at his father, he knew that he was a squib now, but he didn't care. His father was alive… and that was all that mattered.
The elf was looking up at the assembled crowd, eyes now staring at Harry Potter. "Child, come here."
Harry frowned a touch as he got up from his seat and made his way down to where the elf and elvae stood.
The elvae turned to look at Harry and smiled at him. Harry seemed taken aback by her appearance. She looked very much like his mother.
"Harry Potter… my last descendant. How fitting that it be you who be here with Elvin Blood."
"What?" he asked quite stunned.
"We need a guardian for him now…" She touched Harry's forehead with her forefinger and he felt his scar tingle pleasantly, there was a small gasp around the room and Harry felt his forehead.
His scar was gone.
"Voldemort is dead. You no longer need to bear that mark." She said. "You will bear instead the last of his followers. Our descendant. My brother here, his descendant is Lucius here and as you have guessed, you are mine. Your mother may have been considered a muggle born Harry but her family had ties to the Elvin Kin."
"But… He's tried to kill me numerous times!" he said, angrily looking at Lucius, Lucius looking back with just such a hate filled stare.
"You will be his guardian. He essentially belongs to you… If he tries to kill you he himself will die. He can also only leave your side for as long as you let him. As long as you trust him to. I believe you have a lot that you can learn from each other… You will look after him." She said softly.
"And if I don't?" He asked, severely pissed off with the turn of events.
"Then… we will take your magic as well. Our blood is what gives you such potent magic Harry. If we took it, you'd have so many people trying to kill you, you'd be dead in a week. Let him live with you. He can pay his own way as you know."
Harry looked at Lucius, "I…"
"This is not a discussion." The elf said simply.
The watching crowd was full of whispers, the Weasleys being especially angry. The two elves looked around and the elvae smiled serenely at them, "Tell me then people… if he is not to die and we demand he live a life outside of the prison for the treatment he has had was inhumane, tell me, who else do you trust to keep an eye on him better? A random ministry official who may be a friend of the Malfoy name, his son who is obviously biased or Harry potter, someone who clearly loathes the man?"
This seemed to go round quite quickly in the room, though not sitting exactly comfortably with many, it seemed like the best solution.
Harry it seemed was to be stuck with Lucius Malfoy for all eternity.
How he hated that idea.
They arrived at Harry's house together taking a ministry car. Harry and Lucius were both livid. Lucius had swore at Draco and blamed him for the state of affairs. Draco had been deeply hurt by his father's hatred of him but Lucius scarcely cared. His life was over as far as he was concerned.
He and Harry sat in the back of the car as they pulled into the village of Godrics Hollow. They sat at opposite sides of the car attempting to ignore each other as much as was possible. Harry felt like he had been given a life sentence. Perhaps, he mused, this was what he got for finding Lucius' situation hilarious.
They stopped outside of Harry's house and he got out of the car. Lucius scowled and he felt a strong tug as if being compelled to move. As Harry moved further away, the compulsion got stronger and he left the car, knowing now that his 'trust' factor from Harry amounted to about 5 feet.
How the fuck was he supposed to shower?
He rolled his eyes and walked in behind Harry. He looked around the sparse house, newly built certainly but it was empty. Unfinished décor and a vast lack of furniture. He looked at Harry who just walked into the kitchen. Lucius noticed that the compulsion to follow him had gone, perhaps it only applied outside of the house?
He walked into the sitting area of the 'great room' there was a nice fireplace with a painting above it of Harry with his extended network of friends. There were of course no couches to sit and enjoy the fireplace or the painting.
"Bit sparse isn't it?" He asked looking through to the kitchen, making sure his voice carried. Harry ignored him. Lucius was feeling vindictive after what had happened to him so he walked through and spoke to Harry who was doing the washing up.
"I was talking to you." He said.
"Well, I was ignoring you, so fuck off." Harry said.
Lucius raised an eyebrow, "Don't speak to me like-"
Harry turned, anger flashing dangerously in his eyes, "Like what? Like you're a piece of shit? Well Lucius, you're in my home, under my roof and somehow by some fucking miracle someone saved your life and stuck you with me. So, I'll ignore you if I want to, I'll speak to you how I want to because, like it or not, you cant hurt me or kill me."
Harry turned his back once more on Lucius who clenched his hands in anger, his anger boiled over and he made to move to hit Harry, Harry sensed the motion and turned swiftly, his wand pointed at Lucius' face.
"The last person I killed was Lord Voldemort. I swore he'd be the last, but I can make an exception for a Death Eater bastard like you." He hissed.
Lucius and Harry stared each other down and Lucius growled almost at him and moved from the room in a rage. He attempted to leave the house but it seemed a magical barrier was stopping him leaving. His anger rose inside him and he cried out in a loud holler, having no magic to vent the anger.
Harry rolled his eyes and finished washing the dishes he had left from that morning. He dried his hands and walked out into the living room where Lucius was standing looking mighty pissed off.
"Your room is upstairs and to the left… the only thing in it right now is a mattress. You can buy your own furniture, I'll be damned if I'm paying for your stuff as well as suffering your company."
Lucius didn't say anything and he moved quickly upstairs and into the bedroom on the left.
The room was small but bright due to the large window on one wall. There was a mattress, blankets and a pillow, still much better than the accommodation he had in Azkaban… and at least there was no damned leaky tap in this room.
He sighed softly and sat down on the mattress.
Was this what his life had become? He despised the idea of being there, 'belonging' to Harry Potter… Apparently they both came from the same elvin line… he snorted a bit and lay down, rolling his shoulders which were stiff.
His face hurt, his back hurt, he hurt all over and he had no idea what to do about his current situation. Part of him wanted to see his son, but part of him was livid at what he had done to his life. He also wanted to see Narcissa but he was too ashamed to go see her. She'd be upset if she found out what he was now. He didn't deserve her as a wife.
He closed his eyes and wondered briefly if perhaps he was dead and this was the Almighty's idea of his own personal hell. He must admit, not even he could have thought of a better hell for himself.
