I know it's been a few days, and I'm sorry. Kinda. Part of me wants you to have to wait a little longer. Guess I'm evil that way. But a special thanks to virus-of-blossoms for the awesome reviews and her/his wonderful idea. Without it, this chapter would not be the same. Disclaimer boys!

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Every Day is a Struggle

Lucius Malfoy-Black strode down the streets of London, a frown on his face. Ever since Harry left, Severus had locked himself in his rooms, refusing to come out. It had taken Lucius three hours of pleading just to get the man to eat. Lucius knew Severus blamed himself, but it wasn't just his fault. They were both trying to run away from their feelings. Men! Lucius picked up the pace, as Sirius was waiting for him at home.

Malika curled around Harry even more when the boy moaned. She knew he was dying, and she needed to get him help, but from whom? She knew no one in this city, and Severus was too far away, Harry would die before she got to him. Suddenly a familiar scent wafted over to her and she jumped up. She had no idea why Lucius was close, but he was. She bounded out of the alley, covered in blood, and ran to find her prey.

Lucius walked into a dark alley to apparate home when a large bloody cat bounded into the alley and almost ran him over. "Malika," Lucius gasped when he recognized the Siberian tiger, "where is Harry. Why are you covered in blood?" A feeling of dread swept over Lucius at the sight of so much blood. Malika tugged on his muggle shirt and Lucius struggled to keep up with the panicked cat. A few block later, Malika drug him into another dark alley, where Lucius saw the bloody heap on the ground. "Harry!" he gasped and ran over to the boy. His pant became soaked with blood as he knelt beside the unconscious boy. Lucius needed to get him to a hospital, and quick. He picked Harry up in his arms, and told Malika to grab his shirt. After she did so, the trio apparated straight to St. Mongo's. The second they landed, doctors rushed to Harry, and quickly Lucius was left alone, with just Malika for company. Malika turned to Lucius, and Lucius couldn't help but laugh.

"Malika, it looks like you killed him yourself. Lets go get you cleaned up." He lead her to the bathroom The blood came off easily, and Lucius thought about how he came to be here, washing blood off a Siberian tiger's stomach. As Lucius dried Malika off, he mused to himself, "I guess Severus isn't the only person Harry has changed. That damn boy better live."

The odd pair went into the waiting room to hope and pray. Three hours later, the doctor came in, looking tired.

"We managed to save him sir, but it was close. He will be weak fo a long time. A month at least. You may take him with you now, if he stays in bed," the doctor sighed. Lucius nodded.

"Thank you good doctor. If you will have him moved to the Malfoy manor it would be appreciated. You will receive great compensation for your hard work." The doctor smiled gratefully.

"It will be done."

With the same stride, Lucius walked into the Malfoy manor, about to go to Harry when he was stopped.

""Lucius! Where have you been? You are four hours late," Sirius fumed.

"I know Siri, and I apologize, but there is a perfectly good reason. Follow me," Lucius said calmly. Sirius was still angry, and a bit confused, but he followed Lucius anyways. They were soon in the guest wing. The last door on the left was opened, and the coupled quietly entered. Sirius gasped, and Lucius smiled.

Harry lay in the bed, a large bandage across his torso. He was sleeping peacefully, with Malika laying at the end of the bed. She had refused to leave the room, moving only to eat the food brought to her.

"What happened," gasped Sirius.

"I found him lying in the alley, a knife in his back," Lucius explained what happened after that and Sirius shook his head.

"We need to tell Severus!"

"No Siri," Lucius said, "wait until Harry wakes."

Harry awoke in a large, comfy bed. Not sure where he was, he tried to sit up and look around. A large stab of pain shot from his back and Harry collapsed back into bed. He saw Malika sleeping at the end of the bed and relaxed. Wherever he was, he was safe. There was a sound at the doorway and a familiar face peeked his head in.

"Harry, I'm glad to see you awake," Lucius said with a smile.

"Why am I at your house?" Harry was confused; the last thing he remembered was a flash of metal….

"Don't you remember?" Lucius explained the events from the point where he had arrived.

"Bastards tried to mug me," Harry snarled. Lucius looked at the boy seriously.

"That makes sense, and I am glad you did not get hurt permanatly. But Harry, we must have a talk. Man to man." Harry looked straight at Lucius.

"I can't Lucius. I can't see him again. It hurts too much," he sighed, feeling the burn of the tears.

"Harry, he feels terrible about what he said. He didn't mean a word," Lucius explained. A spark of hope rose into Harry's eyes, but suddenly died out again.

"It doesn't matter Uncle. It's better this way, given the circumstances.."

"What circumstances? Are you perhaps talking about the fact you are in love with him?" Lucius smiled at the shocked boy.

"How do you know that," Harry gasped.

"It is so obvious, Harry. Im sure if you just talked to hi-"

"No, I wont. Uncle, I can no longer live in a house where I have no family connection. He is not my father, nor my lover." Harry's explanations made Lucius sigh. The boy had a point.

"Will you at least let him see you?" Harry nodded.

"Yes."

Ahhh! What will happen next, I wonder?

-She already knows, don't let her fool you..-

"Yeah, but she wont tell you so ha!"

Hehehe. Next chapter is coming up soon. I might even type it up after I post this one…. R and R!