Title: Power
Author: Cairo
17+
Pairing:
Lucius/Harry
Summary: Lucius has taken over Wizarding Britain and has given Harry a... place of honor.
Category: angst/general
Dear Harry,
Alex told me about the Incident. I beg you not to give into temptation and do stupid things with him. I can't tell you how dangerous that is. Alex can be very stupid at times, and he's not used to not getting what he wants. Keep your senses and don't succumb to him. I've warned him many times, but sometimes he's hard headed. Tell him no FIRMLY or get away from him when he's in the mood to snog you. I know it sounds silly, but trust me.
I've been working out a plan to rescue you. Alex will tell you of its progress. Be on the alert. Hopefully you'll be free by the time April rolls around. The plan must be flawless or any one of us could die.
Don't give up hope.
Love,
Hermione
Harry rested his head on the back of the chair, staring up at the ceiling. "April? That's almost two months away."
"Just think, Harry, you'll be gone from this place."
Harry lifted up his head and smiled. "I can't even begin to imagine what it's going to be like. I can go where ever I want, see whom ever I want, and do anything I want. I never knew how much I took those kinds of things for granted."
"The plan is still being examined closely. Don't get your hopes up too high. Lucius tells me that he's moving Narcissa, Draco, and you to Ireland."
Harry's heart plummeted. "Ireland?"
"Lucius plans to invade it. He wants to be in Ireland to have more control over his army. He doesn't want you three in England."
Harry closed his eyes in despair. "Unbelievable. When is he planning to move?"
"He didn't say. Some time soon, I'm presuming."
"Can't the rescue plan move a bit faster?"
Alex shook his head. "The wards resurrected around Malfoy Manor to prevent your escape are ancient and powerful and will take time to undo. Hermione and I have been doing research on it. Lucius must really want to keep you here."
He buried his face in the cushions. "The man's too paranoid. I'm going to go mad in this Manor." He felt a hand on the back of his neck. He looked up.
"If you are moved to Ireland, then our plan will have to take place there."
"But if it took Hermione more than a year to figure out the exact location of Malfoy Manor, then it will take her more time to find the location of the place we're staying at in Ireland."
"Well, nobody knows the exact location of any place that Lucius owns. He puts illusionary charms and unplottable charms around the places. I never knew the location of this place until Hermione told me. How she figured it out I will never know."
"How can you not know? Don't you need to know where you're going before you can apparate?"
He shook his head. "When Lucius summons us, his magic pulls his Revolutionists to him so that they apparate to where ever he is without knowing the exact location." He gave the back of Harry's neck a reassuring squeeze. "Like Hermione said, be alert."
Dallia was crying pitifully from the bathroom when Harry came back from his lessons. The dog eagerly circled him when he opened the door, much like a cat would.
"Calm down, girl. We'll go outside."
Harry smiled in amusement as Dallia sat on her haunches and looked up at him dolefully. He set his bag on the chair. He yelled and jumped nearly a foot in the air when arms wrapped around him.
"Hello, pet," Lucius' voice drawled next to his ear.
"You scared me," Harry said, calming his rapidly beating heart.
Lips descended on his throat, a hot and wet tongue flickering out to taste the tan skin. "You should be more alert."
You're not the first or the second person to tell me that, Harry thought. Lucius' hand snaked down his chest to undo the buttons near his groin, slipping in to feel his already half-hard cock.
"Dallia needs to go out," Harry whispered, his head falling back to rest on the older man's shoulder.
"She can wait."
A low moan escaped his throat when Lucius began to stroke him. Lucius guided him on his back on the floor, his hand still stroking Harry. Harry gazed up into grey eyes that were already looking intently into his. Lucius bent down to kiss him, pale blond hair falling around Harry's face. He felt Lucius undressing himself, then he started on Harry's robes. Harry whimpered when they were skin to skin, their cocks brushing against each other.
Lucius lips left his to bite his way down Harry's neck. Harry cried out when he bit particularly hard near his collarbone. Dallia, near their feet, began barking.
"Fuck," Lucius said, his head coming up. He kicked his leg.
Dallia yelped and started whining in a pained way.
Harry sat up as much as he could with Lucius still on top of him, looking worriedly for the dog. "What's going on?" He saw her laying on her side a couple of metres away from their feet. He tried to move, but couldn't since Lucius was laying between his legs. "Why did you kick her?" he asked furiously.
"That beast bit me on the leg."
"She only did that because she thought you were hurting me!" Harry futilely struggled to move again.
"Be still!" Lucius' tone was sharp.
"But she could be dying!" Harry said.
A cold smile crossed his face. "Perhaps it's best. I've regretted getting that dog for you."
Harry's insides turned cold. "You said I could keep her!"
"I did, but I never said how long."
A soft whine came from Dallia.
"She's still alive. Please, master, let me help her," Harry begged.
Lucius withdrew his wand from his robes. "The poor thing's suffering," he said in a mocking tone. "Perhaps we should put it out of its misery."
Harry panicked. He clutched at the hand holding the wand. "Please don't. She means the world to me."
Lucius looked at Harry's pleading eyes and the two hands covering his own pale one. He looked into Harry's eyes again and pried his fingers from his. He lowered his hand and saw the relieved expression come across Harry's face, quickly turning into one of disbelief and pain when Lucius whispered the Killing Curse. Green light briefly reflected in Harry's eyes.
"How could you?" he choked out, his eyes filling with tears.
Lucius set down his wand and moved up Harry's body, sweeping the ebony hair back from the emerald eyes. "You shouldn't let a little thing mean so much to you. Besides, you're beautiful when you cry."
Harry turned his head from him, biting on his lower lip hard to stop the flow of his tears. He didn't want Lucius to see him like this. He didn't want him to see how much control the man had over him. Shouldn't he be used to things being given, then cruelly taken away from him by now? Merlin knew the man did it to him enough.
He closed his eyes and let Lucius take him.
Alex found Harry sitting out in the garden, the torches giving off the only light in the dark night.
"Harry?" he said softly, taking a seat next to him on the bench. "What are you doing out here? It's freezing."
Green eyes met his briefly before moving to look at a spot of freshly dug earth illuminated by the torches.
"What's wrong?"
Harry drew his knees up and wrapped his arms around it. "He killed her. In front of me."
Alex blew out his breath in frustration at Lucius. "Why?"
"We were on the floor and he was kissing me," Harry said dully, missing the blush that would usually appear at such a statement. "He bit at my neck and I yelled. Dallia must have come and bit him. He kicked her and she was laying on the floor. He cast the Killing Curse on her." He rested his forehead on his knees. "He said that I shouldn't let a little thing matter so much to me and said that I was beautiful when I cried. Then he fucked me."
Alex reached out and drew the boy to him. He ran his hand through the unruly locks as Harry buried his face in Alex's chest.
"Don't let him see how much it affects you or he'll keep on doing it just to see you cry."
Harry clutched helplessly to Alex. "Take me away from here, Alex."
Alex's heart beat painfully. "I wish I could, Harry."
Harry tore himself away from him angrily. "Why can't you?"
"Harry, you know I can't. The wards won't allow it."
He stood up, his frame trembling with emotion. "Then I'll have to find another way to leave, won't I?"
Panic flooded into honey-colored eyes. Alex stood up as well. "Don't do anything stupid."
Harry scoffed at him. "Go back to where ever the hell you belong to. What's the point of you being here if you can't help me?" He spun around and walked to the Manor.
Alex ran a hand through his hair. Harry knew perfectly well that he couldn't chase after him, because it would look suspicious. He just prayed that the boy didn't do anything too rash.
It had been all too easy to slip the knife into his pocket during dinner since they were having steak. Harry was so apprehensive when Lucius took his robes off of him for their nightly fuck in the study. Harry had rushed off afterwards, saying that he had lots of homework.
He was nervous about cutting his own skin. Clenching his teeth and bracing himself, he pushed down on the knife and swiped it across his wrist. It felt wonderful. Harry closed his eyes and bit at his lip as he felt the metal blade slice into his skin. Pain stabbed at him. He opened his eyes to watch with fascination as the bright crimson blood flowed down his arm. He had never cut himself on purpose before. He vaguely asked himself why not. He felt so free and careless as his blood continued to pour out of his wrist and down his arm. He took the knife in his hand and sliced at his other wrist. The knife clattered to the bathroom floor, flecks of blood landing on the stone floor. His eyes refused to look anywhere else besides his wrists. His blood dripped off his arms and formed two separate puddles on the floor that began to combine into one thick pool of blood.
His mind was blissfully blank except for the pain. He couldn't think about Lucius or his situation or his life. He was simply floating and so fucking free that he never wanted to lose the feeling.
He closed his eyes and lifted his face to the ceiling. "I'm free," he whispered to himself. His mind felt light and he embraced the darkness that swept him into her protective arms.
"How could you, Alex?" Hermione was storming around the room, her eyes a light with fury. "Why didn't you stop him?"
"I couldn't very well run off after him!" Alex said. "Not unless I wanted my cover blown."
Hermione stopped and glared at him. "He almost died! If it wasn't for that house elf, Harry would have been long gone. Fuck, Alex! I thought you were smarter than this!"
"Well I'm sorry you weren't there so I would know what to do," Alex snapped at her. "Do you think I wasn't worried about him? You should have seen him, Hermione. He looked so broken, and I don't think it was just because of the dog, either. He's had enough of everything. He told me that he's going mad. He is, Hermione. He's not lying. If we don't get him out of there soon, then he'll be too far gone."
"Lucius won't let him do that to himself anymore."
"It's not his physical state I'm worried about. His mind can't take any more. Lucius plays twisted games with him."
Hermione sat down heavily in the chair, her hands grabbing her hair. Frustrated tears welled up in her eyes. "God damn him." She suddenly looked much older than her eighteen years.
Alex sighed. "I know there's nothing we can do until we find out a way to break down the wards. Until then, I'll try to keep him as sane as I can. He needs a caring person, not Lucius, Hermione. I can't be that person unless you give me permission to be there for him for all his needs."
Hermione looked up at him. "Are you mad? What if you get caught? Lucius would kill the both of you."
"I've been with Lucius for over a year and I still haven't gotten caught, have I?"
Hermione's eyes closed and her brows furrowed in thought. She opened her eyes and regarded him for a moment. "Be careful, Alex. Love him and make sure he doesn't do any thing more to hurt himself."
"I will, Hermione. I will."
His wrists were throbbing painfully and drew him out of the darkness. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, praying that he would fall back into the abyss. He didn't want to go back to this world.
"Come on, pet," a dreadfully familiar voice said. "I won't let you die." The words seemed selfless, but Harry knrew that the man meant them in a selfish way. As Lucius had said, he refused to let Harry die while he still lived.
"No," Harry moaned, turning on his side, away from Lucius' voice.
A hand stroked his forehead. "You never displayed this kind of behavior before, love. Tell me what brought this on."
Harry buried his face in his pillow, yearning to drown out the other man's presence. He had been so close to death. It had brushed a tantalizing hand against him, then had withdrawn. Harry wanted to chase after it. His body gave a slight start when a cool hand ran slowly up and down his naked back.
"My clever Harry. Tell me where you got the knife. Did you grab it while nobody was looking from the dinner table? I should be more careful. I never thought you would do something like this. That is my mistake. I underestimate you too much. You are rather unpredictable. If Ledais hadn't found you, you would have been dead. Did you want that, pet? Hmm?"
Harry's hot tears was soaked up by the pillow. He was silent.
Lucius leaned close to his ear. "Are you going to tell me what I want to know? Or shall I force Veritaserum down your throat?"
I don't care anymore, he thought. But he knew that he did. If Lucius questioned him under Veritaserum, he could possibly reveal Alex's true identity. Alex was the key to getting rid of Lucius. Harry would answer what the man wanted to ask him.
Harry nodded his head.
"Is that a yes to the first or second question?"
Harry moved his head to look out his window, loathing the man for doing this to him. "The first."
"Why did you do this to yourself?"
"You killed her."
A chuckle. "That's not the reason. Don't you know better than to try to fool me?"
"You're driving me mad," Harry said in a flat tone. "I can't take it anymore."
Lucius sounded amused. "Am I suffocating you?" he asked, leaning down to press his lips to Harry's.
Harry pulled his head back, biting his lip hard to stop its trembling. He would not meet Lucius' eyes, instead preferring to stare straight ahead. Lucius drew back, his eyes glittering mockingly.
"Don't tell me the great Harry Potter is finally broken. Now that you are, tell me what you plan to do. Are you going to kill yourself? You know you can't do that. I will never let you go. You can try all you want, but remember that I will always bring you back, regardless of how close to death you are. I am not the Dark Lord for nothing. Just remember that the next time you come up with a way to kill yourself, I will always save you."
Harry closed his eyes. The darkness he felt in himself was suffocating him. He felt empty and beyond depressed. He wanted nothing more than to beg Lucius to cast the Killing Curse on him, but even in this state, his pride still would not allow him to. He felt something in his throat and was horrified to hear a sob escape. He tried to cover it up. He would not cry in front of Lucius. He would not. Even as he said the mantra in his head, sob after sob escaped from his parted lips. He pressed his face to the pillow to silence them, his body shaking miserably.
He cried out in protest when Lucius turned him onto his back, grey eyes searching his face in delight at the tears that fell down his cheeks.
"Why are you hiding, pet? You know I love it when you cry."
"I hate you," Harry said through his tears. "I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!" He moved his arms to hide his face, but Lucius seized them in his hands before he could. He hissed in pain when Lucius' thumbs pressed hard into his wounds. He saw blood seeping through the white bandages. Long white fingers deftly removed the bandages from both wrists. Harry turned away as Lucius licked at the wounds, blood coating his lips. Strong fingers gripped his chin and forced him to meet Lucius' eyes.
"Why so suddenly shy?" he said derisively. He bent down to kiss Harry hungrily, letting the other boy taste his own blood. He could already feel the young body responding to him and found pleasure in knowing that Harry hated him for making his body react that way.
"No, no, no." They were nothing but breaths swallowed up by his kisses when Lucius' hand moved to stroke the erection under the sheets. The boy was almost fully hard.
"You are mine," he whispered into Harry's ear, moving to lick the remains of blood off his lips. He felt the vibration of a soft moan when he shoved his tongue into Harry's mouth. "You belong to me. Even your body knows it." He quickly divested himself of his robes, putting them neatly on the other side of the bed. The sheets were warm with Harry's body heat when he slipped under them. He positioned himself on top of the boy, making sure that their erections brushed against eachother.
"I don't want this," Harry panted, his body thrusting helplessly against Lucius'.
Lucius simply smiled at him, his fingers moving to stretch him. Harry gasped as Lucius' fingers thrust into him. Lucius' fingers repeatedly touched his prostate. His cock soon replaced his fingers. He eased himself into the writhing body beneath his until he was fully sheathed. He bent down to kiss the gaping mouth.
"You're so tight. It's all I can do not to come."
He began to move, making sure to hit Harry's prostate. He could see emotion after emotion fighting in the green eyes.
Harry clawed at Lucius' shoulders, crying out with every thrust. Lucius was forcing pleasure on him, and fuck, no matter how much he denied it, he liked it. "More." The word was out of his mouth before he could stop it. Every time Lucius fucked him, even when it was cruel, Harry enjoyed it.
Lucius was breathing heavily above him, his hands gripping Harry's hips. He leaned down to lick the sweat off his throat. His tongue then trailed to Harry's ear, biting it before whispering with a hot breath, "Come for me, Harry."
Harry exploded, his come splattering on him and Lucius. Lucius groaned loudly and came with a furious thrust. He fell on top of Harry, pulling himself out and rolling to the side. Harry curled up in a miserable ball, his back to Lucius. He noticed that his wrists were still bleeding and vaguely thought that he had probably gotten blood all over. He recoiled when Lucius' arms came around him. The man pulled him firmly to his chest, tucking Harry's head under his chin.
"Don't be so hard on yourself, pet. Your body needs me."
Harry fell into an exhausted sleep, his body tense and his wrists still bleeding.
Alex glanced out the window at the prone body of the boy. It had been weeks since the knife incident, and every time he saw Harry, he was sitting still out in the garden, his eyes gazing off into space. Alucard told him that Harry wasn't paying attention in class and, as far as Alex could tell, he wasn't paying attention to private lessons with Lucius either.
He had noticed that Lucius' posture was more taut these days and his eyes more cold than ever. He addressed his followers in a more distant manner. He was more determined now more than ever to move to Ireland as soon as possible. April was approaching and Lucius expected to move by the first week.
Alex had tried to warn Harry, but he had been very busy with meeting Lucius' demands. Today would be a good opportunity since Lucius was leaving to go to his headquarters in Northern Ireland.
A sigh left his mouth as he got up to go to the garden. It was warm outside. Buds had already begun to appear all over the garden. Harry didn't look up at the sound of his approaching footsteps. Alex prepared himself for whatever came.
"Can I sit here?" Alex took Harry's silence as a yes. He followed Harry's gaze and looked at the plants that would later bloom to produce tulips. "My mum always talked about tulips. She said that my dad had planted them when they first moved into the house. She wanted different flowers, but no matter how hard she tried to get rid of the them, they always grew back."
No response.
"My little sister once had a cat. She loved it so much. I remember it drowned in our pond. She cried for days and days and nobody could comfort her. She insisted that there be a big burial and ceremony for the cat. She wasn't so sad afterwards."
Alex glanced at him, but Harry's face was stone, his eyes still straight ahead. He wasn't getting anywhere with this. He needed to try something else.
"I knew a boy once. He was beautiful, strong, stubborn, and clever. He made me want him, but I knew I couldn't have him. I kissed him a few times, but it went no further than that. He had been involved with an older man and still was. I kept telling myself that he didn't belong to me, but it bothered me that the older man took his body night after night. As time passed, I began to fall in love with him. Then he started to get sad because of something the older man had done and wouldn't talk to anybody. I wanted so much to help him, but I didn't know what to do. I tried talking to him, but he wouldn't respond to me. Perhaps it would have made a difference if I had told him that I loved him. What do you think?"
Harry slowly closed his eyes, then opened them. "What would you have done after you told him that?" he asked quietly.
"I would have loved him with everything I was and protect him as much as I could."
"But wouldn't the other man get angry and kill you?"
"I would have been extremely careful."
"And if this boy had needed you, but you weren't there?"
"I would have apologized on bended knees."
"What if it wasn't enough?"
"Then I would make sweet love to him, bring him flowers and chocolates, and do all those silly things they do in the movies until he forgave me."
Harry's eyes closed and a tear fell down his cheek. He wiped it away roughly with the sleeve of his robes. "But what if the boy was too far gone to care?"
Alex reached out and took Harry's unresisting hand in his. He gave it a squeeze. "Things that are there, then go away, always leave remnants behind. Small, big, tiny, it doesn't matter, it's still there."
Harry's hand remained limp. His eyes were staring straight ahead again, but they didn't look glazed anymore. Alex sat and held his hand, preparing to wait for eternity if Harry wanted it that way.
