A/N: This chapter will be in Lucius' point of view. Every once in a while I'll throw one of these in so everyone knows what is going on in Lucius' life as well. Hope you enjoy this.
Chapter 3: (Lucius POV)
The large manor was quiet, except for the few house elves that were roaming around doing their every day jobs. Clouds rolled across the sky, leaving the manor shaded in black and nothingness, just like the owners of the manor felt like themselves. Rain started pounding down on the roof and flinging off the windows as an attempt to wash away all the evil that had been found around the place.
The owner just wished that the horrors that the inside of the manor could be washed away just as easily. Just the week before the trials had been going on and the owners of the Manor were kept in separate cells, as to not conspire matching testimony. Not like that would have mattered in the end, they were all thinking at the end of it all they would have been sitting in Azkaban prison.
The most shocking thing was in the middle of the eldest's owners trial, Harry Potter had walked into the court, interrupting and looking like he really didn't care. He had testified on behalf of all the owners of the Manor, resulting in all their freedoms. The eldest couldn't have been more grateful to anyone in his life.
A week after the trail was when one of the turns of his life began. There had been a few out there that didn't want to see any of the owners of the Manor free and they had been attacked while out shopping for the youngest school supplies. The wife of the manor had fallen that day and left a whole in the others worlds.
The eldest knew that he may have never loved his wife like a husband should have but her death affected him more than he would have liked. Their marriage had been an arrangement between their two family's and because his normal preferences would not have been accepted he followed along. He was thankful for the friendship that developed and the support system his wife had given him, and also the son he now had.
The death of his wife had effected his son very much. The young man had been though so much in the past seven years of his life, because of the dark lord, and the pressure he felt to protect his family. The eldest knew he needed someone to talk to, besides himself, to get everything out in the open. He had called upon his son's Godfather and was glad when the young man took to talking to his oldest friend.
To say he was rather shocked when an owl from Hogwarts arrived in his dinning room in the middle of summer would be laughable. When he read that they wanted him to fill the position of Defense he didn't know how to respond. He thought it was some sort of ruse to see if he still was an evil bastard or not. He called a meeting with the Headmistress so he could figure out if he should accept the position or just laugh in her face.
After the meeting, one that he was surprised to see his oldest friend sitting in on to, he decided to accept the offer. He figured he would be able to keep a close eye on his son also, make sure no one was trying to give him a hard time.
When he told his son that he would be teaching him this year he started to laugh, thinking it was a joke his father was trying to pull. Once the young man figured out his father was being serious he started flipping out. How could he study under his father, the ridicule he would receive from his friends and most likely his enemies. He was rather upset at his father for a long time.
So he found himself at the first day of lessons and to say he was shocked to see his son sitting with Harry Potter would have been slightly exaggerated. He would definitely be talking to his son later on, once all the classes were over.
After dinner he sent a message for his son to meet with him and was patiently awaiting his arrival. There was a knock on his door before it was slowly opened and he saw the top of his sons blonde head.
"Father you wished to speak with me?" Draco asked as he walked into the room.
"Yes son, please sit." Lucius motioned for him to sit next to him on the couch. Draco moved some of the cushions over between them and took a seat, moving to look at his father's face.
"I saw that you were sitting with Mr. Potter today in class. Are you sure that is wise Draco?" Lucius sat there studying his sons reaction and could see that he was comfortable with the discussion.
"Blaise and I ran into him in the kitchens. There is something off with him. I mean you heard what the Weasel said to him in class this morning. We decided to be friends and I rather like the idea of it." Draco stated with his head held high thinking his father would protest.
"I just want you to be careful Draco. I know how most people view us now and with me teaching here and now you becoming friends with Potter, I don't want to see you having a harder time is all." Lucius responded, hoping Draco understood.
"Father, I knew it would be hard coming back here. I mean the only Slytherin's that talk to me any longer are Zabini and Nott. No one else wants to be associated with me because of my mark. I am happy anyway, this is the last year I will have to deal with any of these people and why not make a new friend out of a bad deal, right?" Draco looked to his father and hoped he would agree.
"I understand. Just remember after everything with the war and your mother that Severus will always be there to talk when needed." He reminded his son.
"I know. I see him once a week still, just in case. He also told me no matter the time that I can always go to him about anything. I know you and mother were merely just friends through-out your marriage and I know how hard this has been on you also father. I just want you to be happy too." Lucius looked at his son for a moment trying to understand what he was saying but shook his head in the end and saw his son out of his rooms.
He lay awake that night thinking about everything that had happened in his life. From the moment he took the mark to appease his father, marrying Narcissa to appease his father, having a child to appease his father. He also remembered Draco trying to do the same with his life for him, and he hoped the young man knew he could do anything he wanted and he would still love him.
