06# Fatal Fate
"Hey." the young man said weakly, when the blonde entered and sat at the side of his bed. Lucius squeezed his hand and kept their fingers intertwined, while he searched Harry's eyes.
"How are you, love?"
"Not that well. I. I just didn't know. I swear, Lucius, if I had known I wouldn't - I'm so sorry!"
"Harry, there's nothing to be sorry about. Why do you keep apologizing to me? It's okay-"
"No, it's not! Lucius, I'm USELESS, absolute waste!"
"So you lost your magic?"
"Fucking Hell, don't you understand? It's final, I'm useless, a squib, nothing!"
"STOP TALKING LIKE THAT, at an instant! You are a wonderful person and you could never be useless, do you hear me, NEVER! I love you, the loss is big, but you're alive after all!"
"I was so stupid! How could I just sleep with him?"
"What do you mean?"
"."
"Harry, tell me."
"That night with Zabini. He infected me."
"."
"Luc-"
"I'M GOING TO KILL THAT BASTARD!" he jumped up.
"Lucius, stop it!"
"But he did that to you!"
"Not intentionally, I'm sure. Please Lucius, I need you here."
"Sorry Harry, but he deserves a very long and painful death!"
"No, he doesn't. He is going to loose his magic, so he'll have enough problems anyway."
~*~
Lucius had stayed the whole night, when Harry had finally persuaded him to go home around 5 am. He couldn't sleep though. The hospital beds were uncomfortable and he kept tossing around for another two hours, before a nurse opened the door with breakfast.
Later that morning the doctor stopped by and examined him again. The healer seemed pleased with his current state and told him he could leave the hospital tomorrow, if he took things slow. She also advised him not to stay alone in case of possible back falls.
His lover visited in the afternoon and talked the doctors into letting him "home" this evening, what meant the mansion, since he was not to be alone and properly nourished in bed. Though the illness had rather fatal characteristics, it did not effect the physiological health very much. He felt weak and utterly helpless without his powers, but he could still live rather normal, at least to Muggle standards. Fate had never been kind towards him.
But then there was Lucius. Could that man still love him without magic? The pureblood had never made a remark about Muggles or squibs after the dark times, but once he had! Had it been his true feelings or just a charade he was born into, a world of prejudice and hate?
When the blonde came to fetch him "home", as he called it, Harry's worries had increased to unbelievable heights. If the blonde was concerned about his mental state, he didn't show it when he tucked him into bed and summoned some tea for them. The black-haired sipped some of the hot substance, but quickly fell into sleep again, his face free of any worries for a short time, free of the fear and helplessness his new fate brought with it.
He was not the only one with inner turmoil. Lucius had behaved himself while being with his lover, but now the hatred against that slut Zabini came up again with full power. He swallowed his anger once again and picked the cups up, before he went down to the kitchen. Absentmindedly he did some housework (Gibson was really concerned about his master by now!) and hummed some old rock song, he had loved in his early twenties. How quick the time had passed.
Flashback
"Lucius, how can you hear that shit? I really don't get it!"
"Sev, calm down. I've switched it off, al right love?"
"Better. And stop moping around, there's so much more we can do right now!" the dark haired Slytherin smiled seductively and pulled him onto his bed in the seventh year boy's dormitory at Hogwarts, "I love you!"
"I love you, too!"
End Flashback
Oh, how he missed the old times. They had fooled around on the grounds, never taken things seriously. They had known their dooming fate, but the year had been too happy to worry much. Even Severus, who always was more thoughtful that the other boys, didn't bother with the future. Had they even known what awaited them after graduation?
The initiation ceremony had taken place directly after graduation and the nightmare had begun. In the later hours, when the masks had fallen to the ground just like the black, bloodstained robes, they sought comfort in each other, two heated bodies with frozen hearts, which only opened towards each other. Even then, it had been bearable with Severus near.
A year later Lucius father had introduced Narcissa Black to him. A pretty, spoiled girl, truly beautiful, but her character resembled a banshee. He didn't love her, when he vowed his love and loyalty to her in the sacred bond of marriage, and neither had he been faithful, not that she cared much. Things had lightened up a bit, when Draco had been born about ten- month after their marriage. He was a true delight in Lucius life, especially since Severus had distanced himself lately. Then the dark lord fell and everything changed again.
By that time Lucius had known that Severus was a spy for Dumbledore, but his love to the man had been stronger than his forced loyalty to Riddle. Ten years later he had received a call, another year and he had a task - failed, because of Potter - then two years later Voldemort's return and the riots over the next three years, until Potter had killed him. And Severus had died in order to protect that boy; HIS lover had died for somebody else!
How Narcissa had talked the judges out of sentencing him, or better, how she had corrupted them, he didn't know, but then she had gone as well, leaving her own child in the claws of injustice. He had known that Draco didn't want to join the dark side, but to force him had seemed to be the only possibility to save both their lives. How he regretted that.
Guilt, and only his! He had killed his son, lost his wife with his unloving manners and now he was shagging his old master's archenemy to find physical release. Did he really love the boy? Was he even still able to feel such things? Or was it all a lie he had told himself?
Harry Potter was a goddamn squib now! He should be waste, unworthy of anything, but why did it hurt so much to see him in all his misery, why did he find the urge to comfort the man?
Right! Harry was a man, a gorgeous, sexy and intelligent man, not to forget handsome and cute - yes; Harry was really cute indeed, with that pouting expression of his!
"Merlin - I'm going nuts on that boy. No wonder Tom wanted him dead!"
But he couldn't get that innocent and loving face out of his mind, right next to the place, where all the memories of Severus and Draco were kept, in the center of his heart.
"Hey." the young man said weakly, when the blonde entered and sat at the side of his bed. Lucius squeezed his hand and kept their fingers intertwined, while he searched Harry's eyes.
"How are you, love?"
"Not that well. I. I just didn't know. I swear, Lucius, if I had known I wouldn't - I'm so sorry!"
"Harry, there's nothing to be sorry about. Why do you keep apologizing to me? It's okay-"
"No, it's not! Lucius, I'm USELESS, absolute waste!"
"So you lost your magic?"
"Fucking Hell, don't you understand? It's final, I'm useless, a squib, nothing!"
"STOP TALKING LIKE THAT, at an instant! You are a wonderful person and you could never be useless, do you hear me, NEVER! I love you, the loss is big, but you're alive after all!"
"I was so stupid! How could I just sleep with him?"
"What do you mean?"
"."
"Harry, tell me."
"That night with Zabini. He infected me."
"."
"Luc-"
"I'M GOING TO KILL THAT BASTARD!" he jumped up.
"Lucius, stop it!"
"But he did that to you!"
"Not intentionally, I'm sure. Please Lucius, I need you here."
"Sorry Harry, but he deserves a very long and painful death!"
"No, he doesn't. He is going to loose his magic, so he'll have enough problems anyway."
~*~
Lucius had stayed the whole night, when Harry had finally persuaded him to go home around 5 am. He couldn't sleep though. The hospital beds were uncomfortable and he kept tossing around for another two hours, before a nurse opened the door with breakfast.
Later that morning the doctor stopped by and examined him again. The healer seemed pleased with his current state and told him he could leave the hospital tomorrow, if he took things slow. She also advised him not to stay alone in case of possible back falls.
His lover visited in the afternoon and talked the doctors into letting him "home" this evening, what meant the mansion, since he was not to be alone and properly nourished in bed. Though the illness had rather fatal characteristics, it did not effect the physiological health very much. He felt weak and utterly helpless without his powers, but he could still live rather normal, at least to Muggle standards. Fate had never been kind towards him.
But then there was Lucius. Could that man still love him without magic? The pureblood had never made a remark about Muggles or squibs after the dark times, but once he had! Had it been his true feelings or just a charade he was born into, a world of prejudice and hate?
When the blonde came to fetch him "home", as he called it, Harry's worries had increased to unbelievable heights. If the blonde was concerned about his mental state, he didn't show it when he tucked him into bed and summoned some tea for them. The black-haired sipped some of the hot substance, but quickly fell into sleep again, his face free of any worries for a short time, free of the fear and helplessness his new fate brought with it.
He was not the only one with inner turmoil. Lucius had behaved himself while being with his lover, but now the hatred against that slut Zabini came up again with full power. He swallowed his anger once again and picked the cups up, before he went down to the kitchen. Absentmindedly he did some housework (Gibson was really concerned about his master by now!) and hummed some old rock song, he had loved in his early twenties. How quick the time had passed.
Flashback
"Lucius, how can you hear that shit? I really don't get it!"
"Sev, calm down. I've switched it off, al right love?"
"Better. And stop moping around, there's so much more we can do right now!" the dark haired Slytherin smiled seductively and pulled him onto his bed in the seventh year boy's dormitory at Hogwarts, "I love you!"
"I love you, too!"
End Flashback
Oh, how he missed the old times. They had fooled around on the grounds, never taken things seriously. They had known their dooming fate, but the year had been too happy to worry much. Even Severus, who always was more thoughtful that the other boys, didn't bother with the future. Had they even known what awaited them after graduation?
The initiation ceremony had taken place directly after graduation and the nightmare had begun. In the later hours, when the masks had fallen to the ground just like the black, bloodstained robes, they sought comfort in each other, two heated bodies with frozen hearts, which only opened towards each other. Even then, it had been bearable with Severus near.
A year later Lucius father had introduced Narcissa Black to him. A pretty, spoiled girl, truly beautiful, but her character resembled a banshee. He didn't love her, when he vowed his love and loyalty to her in the sacred bond of marriage, and neither had he been faithful, not that she cared much. Things had lightened up a bit, when Draco had been born about ten- month after their marriage. He was a true delight in Lucius life, especially since Severus had distanced himself lately. Then the dark lord fell and everything changed again.
By that time Lucius had known that Severus was a spy for Dumbledore, but his love to the man had been stronger than his forced loyalty to Riddle. Ten years later he had received a call, another year and he had a task - failed, because of Potter - then two years later Voldemort's return and the riots over the next three years, until Potter had killed him. And Severus had died in order to protect that boy; HIS lover had died for somebody else!
How Narcissa had talked the judges out of sentencing him, or better, how she had corrupted them, he didn't know, but then she had gone as well, leaving her own child in the claws of injustice. He had known that Draco didn't want to join the dark side, but to force him had seemed to be the only possibility to save both their lives. How he regretted that.
Guilt, and only his! He had killed his son, lost his wife with his unloving manners and now he was shagging his old master's archenemy to find physical release. Did he really love the boy? Was he even still able to feel such things? Or was it all a lie he had told himself?
Harry Potter was a goddamn squib now! He should be waste, unworthy of anything, but why did it hurt so much to see him in all his misery, why did he find the urge to comfort the man?
Right! Harry was a man, a gorgeous, sexy and intelligent man, not to forget handsome and cute - yes; Harry was really cute indeed, with that pouting expression of his!
"Merlin - I'm going nuts on that boy. No wonder Tom wanted him dead!"
But he couldn't get that innocent and loving face out of his mind, right next to the place, where all the memories of Severus and Draco were kept, in the center of his heart.