DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately I still do not own Harry Potter.

AN: Sorry. Not only did I not realize how long it's been since I updated, I thought that I had already posted this hideously short chapter.

F.Y.I. Hopefully in the near future I will be rewriting all my fics as they really suck, but I being my lazy self do not plan on doing it now.


Chapter 7

Racing

From Voldie's perspective:

If anyone were around to see they would all think the Dark Lord Voldemort had finally lost his last marble, however, lucky for him, no one was there to see him as he raced through the posh halls of Malfoy Manor. Though if they understood the current situation maybe they would think his present actions were closer to odd than crazy. Actually Voldemort was doing the thing any sane person would do in his position.

He was running towards his mates as one was frozen in panic while the other slowly died.

The feeling of the life draining out of his younger mate sent spikes of fear through his mind. 'Lucius just saved him. He can't die now.'

So he did the only logical thing. He ran as fast as he could, praying to whatever greater powers that existed that he wasn't too late.

He finally accepted his mates. He couldn't lose either of them now. He didn't even want to try to imagine the kind of pain he would go through: mental and physical.


From Lucy's perspective:

Lucius was frozen in fear. 'What happened?' He thought. 'He was doing so much better this morning. He acted so happy after his shower. I must have done something wrong. I don't deserve to have a mate so sweet as Harry. I did something to make my mate attempt suicide.

'My mate has slit his wrists and I'm doing nothing!'

Lucius leapt into action just as the Dark Lord burst through the bedroom door.

The blond carefully picked Harry up out of the puddle of blood on the cold floor and carried him into the bedroom, not concerned about the crimson seeping into his cloths or the sheets on which he laid the too-small child.

Tom, seeing the state his Harry was in, immediately went to work. He grabbed the healing and blood replenishing potions that he always kept in his pocket as he headed toward the bed.

"Button!" Lucius called.

POP! A house elf appeared. "Yes Master Malfoy sir?"

"Get me a bowl of warm water and a flannel. Now!" Lucius commanded the small, quivering creature.

Button disappeared with a loud crack only to reappear a moment later with the requested items.

"That will be all Button." Lucius said as he sat on the edge of the bed next to the fragile boy.

As Tom dumped the foul-looking potions down Harry's throat Lucius began to gently clean the cuts on his arm with the damp flannel. Cleaning spells would only aggravate the injury. Both men cursed the fact that healing charms would not work on self-inflicted wounds.


AN: Still short, but with how long it's been since I've updated anything I'm betting most people thought I was abandoning all my fics, which I shall never do. At least not without telling.