Title: Claims
Series: Lies in Redemption 5/?
Author: Althea
Feedback: althea@alexandria.cc or FF.net
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry/Lucius
Summary: Can two enemies find redemption in each other? Or will they be forever alone with the burden of others expectations.
Warnings: AR, Slash(Yaoi), possible OOC including dark!Dumbledore
Spoilers: All five books
Author's Note: Will be multi-parter will try to get at least one chapter out a week. Sorry will work as fast as I can but I have RL concerns as well. A two year old son, husband who works full time and goes to school and school myself. Will definitely finish this though I don't know how many parts it will be.
Archiving: Beloved Enemies, FF.net, all others just let me know so I can brag to my friends.
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Harry waited for someone to answer him. He was so confused. Who was this man? Why was he here with the Malfoys'? The silence in the room grew as everyone wondered what to say. The man in question, stood and come closer to the door. Harry just stared at him. He recognized him, but it couldn't be. It was impossible. He asked again, this time more forcefully. "Who are you?"
The man spoke in a clear voice, "Don't you know me, Harry? Don't you recognize me? Think Harry."
Harry blinked and shuddered, "No, that's impossible! You can't be here!"
Draco moved over to try and calm the boy down. "Harry, it's ok. No one is going to hurt you. Calm down, we can explain everything."
Harry backed away. He didn't know what to think. This couldn't be happening. He turned to Draco, his eyes furious. "You knew! You knew and you never told me! Why didn't you tell me?" His eyes reflected the hurt he felt at being kept in the dark. He was in fact so upset over this unexpected development that he forgot to be nervous about seeing Lucius. He couldn't believe that Draco hadn't told him. He should have known! He never should have trusted Draco.
The man motioned for Draco to back away. He slowly approached Harry, with his hands up to show he meant no harm. "Harry, please listen to me. Let me explain. I promise, I can explain." He looked pleadingly at the boy.
Harry gave in, just wanting desperately to understand. "Explain then."
"I had to pretend to be dead. I found out what was really going on; but the only way to get free of Dumbledore was to fake my own death."
Harry interrupted, "You didn't tell me though! Why didn't you tell me? Why couldn't I know?"
The man tried to smile, but it came off as a grimace. "No one could know, Harry. If we had told anyone, Dumbledore might have found out. I wanted to tell you. To come and see you. We couldn't risk it though. Dumbledore has wards to notify him of anyone who's not supposed to be at the Dursley's. We also needed for you to discover on your own the truth about Dumbledore. You had to figure out what you believed for yourself. It was tried too many times, to tell you the truth and get you to see. It didn't work. This time you had to come to us. None of us could have gone to you. Dumbledore always found out. If he would have found out this time, not only would we have failed again to show you, but also he would have found out about me. It wasn't that we didn't trust you, we don't trust him. I'm sorry. Please, Harry?"
Harry looked up with tears in his eyes, "Give me time. I want to...forgive you, trust you. I just, I thought you were dead. I didn't know there was anyway you could be alive. I missed you so much it hurt, Sirius."
"I know, Harry. I missed you too. I never meant for you to be hurt. The only way for me to get away from Dumbledore, was to make it look like I had died. Then I could work towards getting rid of him. I couldn't do that without him thinking I was dead, because I am still a wanted criminal. Pettigrew works for him. He knew all along that we were animagi. He also knew that I was innocent. He used us. He let me blame myself for so long but he knew and let it happen. Wormtail doesn't work for Voldemort. Voldemort didn't kill your parents or try to kill you."
Harry looked confused. "I know Draco said that he didn't kill mom and dad, but how is that possible? I mean, he came and killed them and tried to kill me. The curse didn't work somehow and he was almost killed, disembodied."
Severus decided to answer this one. "Harry, it's true that someone did kill your parents. We don't know who though. They were killed, you survived. Voldemort was never disembodied. He has been in hiding for years. Trying to reveal Dumbledore for what he is. We really have no idea who killed your parents, except that whoever it was must have been working for Dumbledore." Of course, Harry was so much in shock, he never noticed Sev address him as Harry and not Mr. Potter.
Sirius, surprisingly, agreed with Severus. "Snape's right Harry. Tom didn't die. You didn't get your abilities or your connection to him from your scar. In fact, that connection has been manipulated by Dumbledore. What you see is what he wants you to see, not what Tom is actually doing. You are connected to him but not like that."
Harry frowned, "Then what is the connection. Is he related to me? Is he a Potter? Am I not really a Potter?"
Sirius laughed, "No, Harry you are definitely a Potter. He is not. He is not James' father, your grandfather. James was the Heir of Gryffindor, as are you now. So before you ask, yes he really is your father. That is what makes you such threat to Dumbledore. Your line is so very powerful, and you are the culmination of centuries of powerful magic."
Harry looked shocked. "I'm the Heir of Gryffindor?"
Lucius laughed now. "Yes, Mr. Potter, you are. No one else alive could have pulled his sword but you. Dumbledore admitted as much, just not in so many words."
Harry was dumbfounded. Then it dawned on him. Sirius and Severus were in the same room, and had been for some time, but weren't trying to kill each other. "Why are you all getting along?"
Draco decided he'd better answer this one. "Well Harry, they figured out that sometimes there are more important things then a childhood grudge. It seems that Sev only hated Sirius because he thought he was blind for following Dumbledore so blindly. Sirius, once he saw the truth, decided he could live with peace between them. They were actually friends before Dumbledore managed to brainwash Sirius. Sirius couldn't very well keep hating Sev once he saw that all his reasons were made up by Dumbledore and didn't exist."
Harry looked between the four men in the room and sighed. "I think I need some time to think. Could I be shown where I'm staying?"
Lucius smiled at the boy. "Draco, take Harry up to his room. We'll call you both down for dinner."
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*Lucius POV*
Well the boy seems to have taken it fairly well at least. We weren't expecting them so quickly, or we would have handled it better. He looked so hurt, that no one had told him. I wish we could handle this differently. We don't have the luxury. Gods! When he came in I thought my heart would stop. He is beautiful. I haven't seen him in months. I thought once I saw him again, he wouldn't seem as extraordinary. I was wrong. These feelings, whatever they are, are still here. If I didn't know better..., but no that's not possible.
This is going to be the hardest couple of weeks in my life. Some how I have got to ignore what I feel for him. He is just a boy, well maybe not a boy, but only sixteen. Damn it I am not a freak! He could never return my feelings. I am too old to act this way. He probably isn't even gay. I need to get over this obsession. I can't afford to have any weaknesses. Besides, too many people would kill me if my intentions were ever made known.
His friendship is all I can hope to have. It will have to be enough. Why does it feel like I'm losing something? I never had him to begin with. So why do I feel like my heart is breaking? I am getting to melodramatic here. I'm a Slytherin. A Malfoy. I need to start acting like it. I just never thought to have to deal with this. Before he didn't know the truth, he hated us and it was easy to ignore the feelings. Now it is so much harder, um I mean more difficult. Don't think about hard things Lucius! He will be around more now. I will just forget about my dreams. I can control myself. I hope.
*End POV*
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Upstairs, Harry was telling himself much the same thing. He was finally calm enough that he was registering that Lucius had been there. He had thought about Sirius for a long time, and finally come to a conclusion. If being 'dead' allowed Sirius to be free, then he would gladly accept it. He wished he could have known the truth, but he was calm enough to have finally figured out why they didn't tell him. It wasn't because they didn't trust him or wanted something from him like Dumbledore would. They couldn't trust Dumbledore; and after trying to tell him the truth so many times, they had finally tried a different approach. They would wait till he came to them. Now that he had, they would give him information. They were already treating him like he had his own mind, because they were letting him think about it on his own. Letting him decide what he believed.
Dumbledore always had to make sure he was thinking what he wanted him to. Believing what he said and still trusting him. They seemed content to wait and see. That was good.
Now he was thinking about Lucius though. The man was breathtaking. He started to remember the fantasy he had had the night before. He only hoped no one would guess his feelings. He blushed now at just the thought. Lucius was older though, and even he fantasized every night about him the man would never return the feelings. Seeing him again, now that he had time to process the information, was like a jolt of electricity though. Lucius was perfect. They may not be enemies anymore, but that didn't' mean the man would see him as anything but a silly boy. He was afraid give a name to the feelings Lucius inspired in him. He hoped it wasn't what he thought it might be. He hoped he wasn't falling in love with him. He feared it was too late. Lucius would definitely think him silly then! Sure they weren't enemies now, but they definitely weren't in a position where that would be allowed either. He wanted to savor the memory of this holiday. His one chance to be around Lucius. Then he would force himself to get over these feelings. He had to. Otherwise he might lose Draco as well. He didn't think Draco would take kindly to knowing he was lusting after his father! What he didn't know was that Draco suspected that he might be. Harry was good at hiding things but he had let his guard down around Draco when the other boy proved to never judge him. So some of his thoughts showed through and the look he gave Lucius as he first came into the Study was filled with adoration. No one else may have noticed, but Draco did. Unbeknownst to anyone, Draco was thrilled with this. He had already figured out that his father felt something for Harry. He deduced this from seeing the way Lucius spoke about him and almost seemed to want to protect him. Protect him even more then loyalty to friends and family could account for. Now he just had to get them alone together.
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Later that evening, after they had taken dinner together, Draco told his father he needed to discuss something with him. So Lucius suggested Draco come to his private study to talk after the others went upstairs. Draco agreed, and grinned gleefully as he turned away. He met up with Harry going up the stairs. He asked if Harry would meet him in his father's private study and told him how to get there. He said he wanted to talk to him about why he never told Harry about Sirius. So Harry agreed, and Draco said he would be right down, he just needed to get something from upstairs.
As Harry entered, he saw that Lucius was there. He thought, 'Oh great! Just what I needed right now! Damn I hope Draco gets here soon." Lucius didn't even look up he just assumed it would be Draco and said, "So what did you want to discuss, Drake?"
Harry was surprised, "Um, it's not Draco, sir. It's me." He managed as Lucius looked up surprised at hearing not his son's voice but Harry's. As their eyes met, the sound of a lock was heard coming from the door.
Lucius spoke before he could censor his thoughts, "Shit, he set me up!"
Harry was taken aback. "Set you up, sir?"
A sigh, "Yes, sorry, Mr. Potter. This isn't about you. Please call me Lucius. It seems Draco wanted us to talk, although I'm not sure why."
Harry looked panicked, "You mean he didn't need to talk to me? He sent me here to talk to you? About what?"
Lucius wondered at the boy's, no man's, panic-stricken face. Did Harry really fear him so much? "I don't know, Mr. Potter. But yes, I believe he meant for us to talk to each other about something. Perhaps your fear of me. You really don't need to fear me you know. I don't want to hurt you in any way."
Harry smiled, and Lucius wondered what he had done to deserve the smile of an angel. "It's not that, si...I mean Lucius. I'm not afraid of you really, and it's Harry."
Lucius was mesmerized, "Then what is, Harry?" He said softly.
Harry looked away, "Nothing. I would rather not talk about that."
Lucius was worried. Why wouldn't Harry look at him? Maybe he was afraid? As he thought this he slowly stood and wordlessly approached Harry. Harry looked up at the sound of his footsteps and gasped at the blonde's nearness. Harry was caught in his eyes, silver capturing green and holding Harry as he drew closer. At the gasp, Lucius was lost. Part of him was telling his body to stop before he did something he couldn't take back. The rest of him didn't care. He needed to feel his angel. To touch him, just once. Finally, he was right in front of Harry. His hand reached out and gently caressed Harry's smooth cheek, cupping it gently. Harry leaned into the touch, like a cat nuzzling for more contact. Harry wasn't thinking about it, he was just feeling. All of his dreams and fantasies were on the edge of his mind. Lucius was touching him, and it was heaven. At Harry's reaction, Lucius gave in and leaned down towards Harry's upturned face. He gently brushed his lips against Harry's, but at a groan from his angel, he leaned in for more contact. He started out slowly, pressing his lips in a closed mouth kiss. Soon that wasn't enough though and he ran his tongue against his angel's soft, beautiful lips pleading for entrance. It was granted immediately. Harry almost purred at the sensations running through him. Lucius entered his mouth and tasted. He made a pleased sound. 'Apples, apples and cinnamon. He tastes so sweet and spicy. I could live on this taste.'
Lucius deepened the kiss and his angel moaned. Lucius could barely believe that he was hard from a kiss. At his age, it should take a lot more then that to get him hard. From the first touch of Harry's lips he was hard as a rock. It was bliss, pure sensation, hunger and need. Harry made the most erotic little noises. Lucius never wanted this moment to end. Lungs screamed for air, as they both tried to pant through their noses. They broke the kiss, gulping in as much oxygen as they could get through their parted lips. Sanity was starting to return to Lucius. Harry was much slower to recover, having never experienced anything like the kiss before.
Lucius started to speak, quietly against the side of Harry's face. "I'm sorry, Angel. I shouldn't have done that please don't be angry."
Harry, still very muddled and very happy, didn't understand at all. "Lucius, why are you apologizing. Please don't apologize, don't be sorry. I couldn't take it if you were." Harry's voice broke and he leaned in trying to get another kiss.
Lucius, with a groan, capture those lips and resumed exploring. Harry whimpered. Lucius couldn't resist his angel. Even if Harry hated him later for it. Harry was euphoric. Lucius was kissing him! Really kissing him! He never wanted this moment to end. His hands came up to clutch at Lucius' shirt. Lucius' hands were working magic! They were around Harry's waist and one was moving up his side. Heading straight up to wrap around his neck and into his hair. Stroking and clutching in a need to ground himself. Harry's hips unconsciously rocked against Lucius. They both moaned, the friction making them both harden to the point of pain. At Lucius' moan, Harry rocked his hips again. He needed more, but didn't know how to get it. Lucius, understanding his need, trailed the hand around Harry's waist forward to rub at his angel's erection. He broke the kiss, panting for breath. He slowly strokes Harry through the material.
"Do you want me to do this, Angel?"
Harry whimpered again. "Lucius, please."
"Please what, Angel?" Lucius whispered.
"Touch me, please!"
Lucius groaned and claimed Harry's lips again as his hand opened Harry's pants. He was thanking every god he could think of, for the fact that Harry wasn't wearing robes. He found his way in and his hand closed around hot smooth flesh. Harry cried out into his mouth. Lucius hand sped up moving faster over Harry's cock. Harry's hips thrust into his hand and his hands wrapped around Lucius' neck as he tried to stay upright. Lucius led him over to the sofa and laid him back. He pulled Harry's shoes and pants off to gain freer access to Harry.
Harry looked up at him through pleasure glazed eyes. Lucius dipped his head for one more kiss and then quickly bent to take Harry's hard length into his mouth. Harry screamed as he did. As Lucius tasted Harry, he ran soothing hands over his stomach and thighs. He wanted to calm Harry some, so that his Angel would enjoy this as much as he did. He bobbed his head up and down taking Harry to the root and lathing the tip with his tongue.
By this time, Harry was clutching at Lucius hair. Begging and pleading incoherently for release. It felt better then any fantasy ever had. He was so close. Lucius was beyond thinking. His Angel was making the most exquisite noises and writhing under him. He knew Harry was close, so he sucked harder pushing Harry over the edge. As Harry came, he screamed Lucius' name and his vision went white. He couldn't see or hear anything. Lucius swallowed every drop of his angel's essence, and carefully released his member. It was an unfortunate Harry was out of it because while he was Lucius was whispering to him.
"I love you, Angel. I love you. So beautiful. So perfect. Won't let anyone hurt you. Mine. Your mine, forever. Love you, Angel."
As Harry started to come to, he could feel Lucius lying next to him on the sofa, stroking his stomach softly. He heard the last word Lucius said and that was all. Just, angel. He didn't want this moment to end but he had to know.
"Lucius, why do you call me angel?"
Lucius smiled, "Because you are beautiful and perfect to me, like an angel."
Harry smiled blissfully and snuggled closer to Lucius' warm weight. "I don't think I can do that, but give me a minute and I can do something for you."
"No, Harry this was for you. I'm fine."
Harry frowned, "No your not, your still hard. Let me help you."
Lucius quieted him with a fingertip to his lips, "No, Angel. Just relax for a minute." He enjoyed being able to hold Harry in his arms, because he knew it wouldn't last. "You should go up to bed now, Angel."
Harry stood, reluctantly. He leaned in for one final kiss before leaving through the now unlocked door, and when did it open he wondered. He trudged up the stairs in a state of happiness like none he'd ever known. As he drifted off to sleep that night, all he could think about was what had happened. He hoped that perhaps, Lucius might care for him after all. He dreamed with a smile upon his face.
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The next morning, Lucius awoke to worry over what he had done. He never meant for anything to happen between them. Although his angel seemed to want it, he recognized that his angel also had very little experience. How could he be sure that he hadn't taken advantage of his beautiful Harry? Harry never said anything when he stupidly confessed his love. His Harry probably didn't want him. Why would he? 'Get a grip! He isn't my Harry! He isn't my anything. I'll just pretend like it never happened. Then I won't have to see the rejection in his eyes.' What he didn't realize, was that Harry had never even heard his confession. His decision would have repercussions he couldn't even imagine.
He quickly got ready, and when he decided he looked impeccable, headed down to breakfast. As he arrived he completely ignored Harry, who was already sitting next to Draco and Sirius. Since he wasn't looking he never saw Harry look up as he entered. Never saw Harry's bright smile falter when he didn't look at him. Never saw Harry's confusion. He just sat down and said good morning, to everyone but Harry.
Draco saw. He didn't understand though. Harry was so happy this morning. Almost glowing, he was so happy. Then his father came in and it all changed. What was going on with father? He knew Lucius should've been happy as well. Why was he ignoring Harry?
Harry heard Lucius coming, and it was all he could do to pay attention to Sirius. He looked up as his 'lover' entered the room. Lucius didn't even glance at him. He lost some of his confidence. What if Lucius didn't want him? 'But why would he have done that if he didn't? I mean I could see if he used me to get off, but he wouldn't let me get him off.' He watched as Lucius sat and said good morning, to everyone but him. He stood up quickly, almost knocking over his juice.
"E-excuse me. I have to g-go," he stammered, hurrying out before they could see the tears forming in his eyes.
Lucius watched his angel leave. 'He can't even bear to be in the same room as me,' he thought bitterly, 'What a fool I am.' He looked down at his food, appetite gone. Draco watched Harry leave and then watched his father's face as he watched Harry. He was pretty sure he knew what was wrong now. His father and Harry were idiots! They never bothered to find out how the other felt! Harry had Lucius cared about him, which he does. Lucius, however doesn't think Harry cares about him, even though he does. 'Damn! Well, best go see to Harry.' He excused himself and went to find his friend.
Harry was lying face down on his bed. Tears were streaming down his face. 'Why did I think he might care for me? I am so stupid! Why does it hurt so much? I knew he could never love me. It shouldn't hurt this much!' He jumped up startled as he heard someone knock on the door. He quickly wiped his eyes and yelled for whoever it was to come in. It was Draco.
"Harry? Are you ok?"
Harry sniffed, "Yeah. I'm fine Draco. Why wouldn't I be?"
Draco sat down and put his arms around the other boy, "Because my father is an idiot and never bothered to tell you how he felt last night, did he?"
"W-what do you mean?"
Draco smiled. "I mean that when whatever happened last night, happened, he never bothered to tell you his feelings."
Harry looked at the floor, "He doesn't feel anything. He hates me. Gods, Draco, why does it hurt so much?"
Draco hugged Harry, "Because you're in love with him. You love him and I suspect he loves you as well. It hurts because you think he doesn't want you, but he does. His heart was in his eyes as you left."
Harry looked at Draco shocked. "You think he loves me? How is that possible? You mean you're ok with this?"
Draco laughed, "Of course he loves you! I don't know how, but I do know you both need each other. I am thrilled with this. Why do you think I set you two up last night? My father deserves to have some happiness, so do you for that matter. You both just seem right for each other, I don't know why. I just feel compelled to see you together. Now let me go talk to Father."
With that Draco headed down to talk to his father. Harry headed out to take a walk. Draco found his father sitting in his private study, head in hands. He approached and asked his father what was wrong.
"Nothing, Drake."
Draco frowned, "Something is most definitely wrong! Why are you ignoring Harry?"
Lucius looked up, "I don't want to see it."
Draco was puzzled, "You don't want to see what?"
Lucius sighed, "I don't want to see the rejection. He doesn't want me, and I can't bear to see it. I know you set us up, but you shouldn't have."
Draco smiled, "What makes you think he doesn't want you?"
"I told him I loved him. He hasn't said a word about it." Lucius whispered.
"He never said you told him that. I don't know when you said it but." just then Severus burst in interrupting them.
"Lucius, Tom is coming tonight! He wants to tell Harry tonight!" Severus said anxiously.
Lucius stood, "Well, we'd better tell Harry that Tom is coming. That's kind of a big surprise just to drop on someone. Damn! After yesterday with Sirius, I hope this isn't too soon for him."
Draco looked at the two older men, "I'll go find him we can talk in the Study."
Draco left the room and headed up the stairs. He knocked on Harry's door but there was no answer. When he opened the door he saw that Harry was not there. So he went back down and told the others that they needed to find Harry, he wasn't in his room. The four men searched everywhere they could think of. Finally, they found him as they were starting to worry. They must have just missed him earlier because he was curled up fast asleep on the sofa in Lucius' private study. Draco suspected he knew why, though the other three men figured he just fell asleep exploring. They woke him up, because Tom was due to be there any minute and they still had to tell him.
Sirius gently shook Harry, "Wake up, Harry. Come on. We need to talk to you about something."
Harry sat up slowly, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the light. "What is it? Is something wrong?"
Sirius crouched in front of Harry, "No, nothing is wrong. We just have some news. Harry, Tom is coming over tonight. He wants to stay here for the holiday. He feels that you and he need to talk."
That got Harry's attention. "He's coming tonight? When?"
Severus answered Harry, "Any minute now, Harry. We wanted to give you more notice, but we couldn't find you. It's alright, he just wants to talk to you. He would never hurt you." As Sev was saying this, a House Elf knocked on the door. The elf entered.
"Dinki announces Mr. Tom Riddle." Dinki then held the door open and Tom entered the room.
TBC
Well so now we have some answers. Sorry for another cliffie, but my muses say we have to stop here. It would take to long to have the talk with Tom. Next chapter soon! I promise! Must address some questions people had though. Tom's eyes are green and not red, because they were green when he was Tom Riddle in canon. Since my Tom never became that man and was never a disembodied spirit, he retained his body and features aging naturally for a wizard. He is not James' father as you can see. He and Harry have another connection which you will see in the next chapter and we will meet Harry's grandfather. Voldemort or Tom will still be Dark but not evil, Dumbledore will be evil. We will eventually find out who killed Harry's parents, but not yet. No it was not Dumbledore, you have to wait and see! Also any ideas for a Draco pairing? He needs some love too. So any suggestions for him will be considered, I prefer slash but some het pairings might be acceptable.
Thanks to my reviewers: AtieJen, Theoriginalflame, ciceronian, and Eowyn6...
Hope you all keep tuning in. I love you all!
Series: Lies in Redemption 5/?
Author: Althea
Feedback: althea@alexandria.cc or FF.net
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry/Lucius
Summary: Can two enemies find redemption in each other? Or will they be forever alone with the burden of others expectations.
Warnings: AR, Slash(Yaoi), possible OOC including dark!Dumbledore
Spoilers: All five books
Author's Note: Will be multi-parter will try to get at least one chapter out a week. Sorry will work as fast as I can but I have RL concerns as well. A two year old son, husband who works full time and goes to school and school myself. Will definitely finish this though I don't know how many parts it will be.
Archiving: Beloved Enemies, FF.net, all others just let me know so I can brag to my friends.
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Harry waited for someone to answer him. He was so confused. Who was this man? Why was he here with the Malfoys'? The silence in the room grew as everyone wondered what to say. The man in question, stood and come closer to the door. Harry just stared at him. He recognized him, but it couldn't be. It was impossible. He asked again, this time more forcefully. "Who are you?"
The man spoke in a clear voice, "Don't you know me, Harry? Don't you recognize me? Think Harry."
Harry blinked and shuddered, "No, that's impossible! You can't be here!"
Draco moved over to try and calm the boy down. "Harry, it's ok. No one is going to hurt you. Calm down, we can explain everything."
Harry backed away. He didn't know what to think. This couldn't be happening. He turned to Draco, his eyes furious. "You knew! You knew and you never told me! Why didn't you tell me?" His eyes reflected the hurt he felt at being kept in the dark. He was in fact so upset over this unexpected development that he forgot to be nervous about seeing Lucius. He couldn't believe that Draco hadn't told him. He should have known! He never should have trusted Draco.
The man motioned for Draco to back away. He slowly approached Harry, with his hands up to show he meant no harm. "Harry, please listen to me. Let me explain. I promise, I can explain." He looked pleadingly at the boy.
Harry gave in, just wanting desperately to understand. "Explain then."
"I had to pretend to be dead. I found out what was really going on; but the only way to get free of Dumbledore was to fake my own death."
Harry interrupted, "You didn't tell me though! Why didn't you tell me? Why couldn't I know?"
The man tried to smile, but it came off as a grimace. "No one could know, Harry. If we had told anyone, Dumbledore might have found out. I wanted to tell you. To come and see you. We couldn't risk it though. Dumbledore has wards to notify him of anyone who's not supposed to be at the Dursley's. We also needed for you to discover on your own the truth about Dumbledore. You had to figure out what you believed for yourself. It was tried too many times, to tell you the truth and get you to see. It didn't work. This time you had to come to us. None of us could have gone to you. Dumbledore always found out. If he would have found out this time, not only would we have failed again to show you, but also he would have found out about me. It wasn't that we didn't trust you, we don't trust him. I'm sorry. Please, Harry?"
Harry looked up with tears in his eyes, "Give me time. I want to...forgive you, trust you. I just, I thought you were dead. I didn't know there was anyway you could be alive. I missed you so much it hurt, Sirius."
"I know, Harry. I missed you too. I never meant for you to be hurt. The only way for me to get away from Dumbledore, was to make it look like I had died. Then I could work towards getting rid of him. I couldn't do that without him thinking I was dead, because I am still a wanted criminal. Pettigrew works for him. He knew all along that we were animagi. He also knew that I was innocent. He used us. He let me blame myself for so long but he knew and let it happen. Wormtail doesn't work for Voldemort. Voldemort didn't kill your parents or try to kill you."
Harry looked confused. "I know Draco said that he didn't kill mom and dad, but how is that possible? I mean, he came and killed them and tried to kill me. The curse didn't work somehow and he was almost killed, disembodied."
Severus decided to answer this one. "Harry, it's true that someone did kill your parents. We don't know who though. They were killed, you survived. Voldemort was never disembodied. He has been in hiding for years. Trying to reveal Dumbledore for what he is. We really have no idea who killed your parents, except that whoever it was must have been working for Dumbledore." Of course, Harry was so much in shock, he never noticed Sev address him as Harry and not Mr. Potter.
Sirius, surprisingly, agreed with Severus. "Snape's right Harry. Tom didn't die. You didn't get your abilities or your connection to him from your scar. In fact, that connection has been manipulated by Dumbledore. What you see is what he wants you to see, not what Tom is actually doing. You are connected to him but not like that."
Harry frowned, "Then what is the connection. Is he related to me? Is he a Potter? Am I not really a Potter?"
Sirius laughed, "No, Harry you are definitely a Potter. He is not. He is not James' father, your grandfather. James was the Heir of Gryffindor, as are you now. So before you ask, yes he really is your father. That is what makes you such threat to Dumbledore. Your line is so very powerful, and you are the culmination of centuries of powerful magic."
Harry looked shocked. "I'm the Heir of Gryffindor?"
Lucius laughed now. "Yes, Mr. Potter, you are. No one else alive could have pulled his sword but you. Dumbledore admitted as much, just not in so many words."
Harry was dumbfounded. Then it dawned on him. Sirius and Severus were in the same room, and had been for some time, but weren't trying to kill each other. "Why are you all getting along?"
Draco decided he'd better answer this one. "Well Harry, they figured out that sometimes there are more important things then a childhood grudge. It seems that Sev only hated Sirius because he thought he was blind for following Dumbledore so blindly. Sirius, once he saw the truth, decided he could live with peace between them. They were actually friends before Dumbledore managed to brainwash Sirius. Sirius couldn't very well keep hating Sev once he saw that all his reasons were made up by Dumbledore and didn't exist."
Harry looked between the four men in the room and sighed. "I think I need some time to think. Could I be shown where I'm staying?"
Lucius smiled at the boy. "Draco, take Harry up to his room. We'll call you both down for dinner."
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*Lucius POV*
Well the boy seems to have taken it fairly well at least. We weren't expecting them so quickly, or we would have handled it better. He looked so hurt, that no one had told him. I wish we could handle this differently. We don't have the luxury. Gods! When he came in I thought my heart would stop. He is beautiful. I haven't seen him in months. I thought once I saw him again, he wouldn't seem as extraordinary. I was wrong. These feelings, whatever they are, are still here. If I didn't know better..., but no that's not possible.
This is going to be the hardest couple of weeks in my life. Some how I have got to ignore what I feel for him. He is just a boy, well maybe not a boy, but only sixteen. Damn it I am not a freak! He could never return my feelings. I am too old to act this way. He probably isn't even gay. I need to get over this obsession. I can't afford to have any weaknesses. Besides, too many people would kill me if my intentions were ever made known.
His friendship is all I can hope to have. It will have to be enough. Why does it feel like I'm losing something? I never had him to begin with. So why do I feel like my heart is breaking? I am getting to melodramatic here. I'm a Slytherin. A Malfoy. I need to start acting like it. I just never thought to have to deal with this. Before he didn't know the truth, he hated us and it was easy to ignore the feelings. Now it is so much harder, um I mean more difficult. Don't think about hard things Lucius! He will be around more now. I will just forget about my dreams. I can control myself. I hope.
*End POV*
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Upstairs, Harry was telling himself much the same thing. He was finally calm enough that he was registering that Lucius had been there. He had thought about Sirius for a long time, and finally come to a conclusion. If being 'dead' allowed Sirius to be free, then he would gladly accept it. He wished he could have known the truth, but he was calm enough to have finally figured out why they didn't tell him. It wasn't because they didn't trust him or wanted something from him like Dumbledore would. They couldn't trust Dumbledore; and after trying to tell him the truth so many times, they had finally tried a different approach. They would wait till he came to them. Now that he had, they would give him information. They were already treating him like he had his own mind, because they were letting him think about it on his own. Letting him decide what he believed.
Dumbledore always had to make sure he was thinking what he wanted him to. Believing what he said and still trusting him. They seemed content to wait and see. That was good.
Now he was thinking about Lucius though. The man was breathtaking. He started to remember the fantasy he had had the night before. He only hoped no one would guess his feelings. He blushed now at just the thought. Lucius was older though, and even he fantasized every night about him the man would never return the feelings. Seeing him again, now that he had time to process the information, was like a jolt of electricity though. Lucius was perfect. They may not be enemies anymore, but that didn't' mean the man would see him as anything but a silly boy. He was afraid give a name to the feelings Lucius inspired in him. He hoped it wasn't what he thought it might be. He hoped he wasn't falling in love with him. He feared it was too late. Lucius would definitely think him silly then! Sure they weren't enemies now, but they definitely weren't in a position where that would be allowed either. He wanted to savor the memory of this holiday. His one chance to be around Lucius. Then he would force himself to get over these feelings. He had to. Otherwise he might lose Draco as well. He didn't think Draco would take kindly to knowing he was lusting after his father! What he didn't know was that Draco suspected that he might be. Harry was good at hiding things but he had let his guard down around Draco when the other boy proved to never judge him. So some of his thoughts showed through and the look he gave Lucius as he first came into the Study was filled with adoration. No one else may have noticed, but Draco did. Unbeknownst to anyone, Draco was thrilled with this. He had already figured out that his father felt something for Harry. He deduced this from seeing the way Lucius spoke about him and almost seemed to want to protect him. Protect him even more then loyalty to friends and family could account for. Now he just had to get them alone together.
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Later that evening, after they had taken dinner together, Draco told his father he needed to discuss something with him. So Lucius suggested Draco come to his private study to talk after the others went upstairs. Draco agreed, and grinned gleefully as he turned away. He met up with Harry going up the stairs. He asked if Harry would meet him in his father's private study and told him how to get there. He said he wanted to talk to him about why he never told Harry about Sirius. So Harry agreed, and Draco said he would be right down, he just needed to get something from upstairs.
As Harry entered, he saw that Lucius was there. He thought, 'Oh great! Just what I needed right now! Damn I hope Draco gets here soon." Lucius didn't even look up he just assumed it would be Draco and said, "So what did you want to discuss, Drake?"
Harry was surprised, "Um, it's not Draco, sir. It's me." He managed as Lucius looked up surprised at hearing not his son's voice but Harry's. As their eyes met, the sound of a lock was heard coming from the door.
Lucius spoke before he could censor his thoughts, "Shit, he set me up!"
Harry was taken aback. "Set you up, sir?"
A sigh, "Yes, sorry, Mr. Potter. This isn't about you. Please call me Lucius. It seems Draco wanted us to talk, although I'm not sure why."
Harry looked panicked, "You mean he didn't need to talk to me? He sent me here to talk to you? About what?"
Lucius wondered at the boy's, no man's, panic-stricken face. Did Harry really fear him so much? "I don't know, Mr. Potter. But yes, I believe he meant for us to talk to each other about something. Perhaps your fear of me. You really don't need to fear me you know. I don't want to hurt you in any way."
Harry smiled, and Lucius wondered what he had done to deserve the smile of an angel. "It's not that, si...I mean Lucius. I'm not afraid of you really, and it's Harry."
Lucius was mesmerized, "Then what is, Harry?" He said softly.
Harry looked away, "Nothing. I would rather not talk about that."
Lucius was worried. Why wouldn't Harry look at him? Maybe he was afraid? As he thought this he slowly stood and wordlessly approached Harry. Harry looked up at the sound of his footsteps and gasped at the blonde's nearness. Harry was caught in his eyes, silver capturing green and holding Harry as he drew closer. At the gasp, Lucius was lost. Part of him was telling his body to stop before he did something he couldn't take back. The rest of him didn't care. He needed to feel his angel. To touch him, just once. Finally, he was right in front of Harry. His hand reached out and gently caressed Harry's smooth cheek, cupping it gently. Harry leaned into the touch, like a cat nuzzling for more contact. Harry wasn't thinking about it, he was just feeling. All of his dreams and fantasies were on the edge of his mind. Lucius was touching him, and it was heaven. At Harry's reaction, Lucius gave in and leaned down towards Harry's upturned face. He gently brushed his lips against Harry's, but at a groan from his angel, he leaned in for more contact. He started out slowly, pressing his lips in a closed mouth kiss. Soon that wasn't enough though and he ran his tongue against his angel's soft, beautiful lips pleading for entrance. It was granted immediately. Harry almost purred at the sensations running through him. Lucius entered his mouth and tasted. He made a pleased sound. 'Apples, apples and cinnamon. He tastes so sweet and spicy. I could live on this taste.'
Lucius deepened the kiss and his angel moaned. Lucius could barely believe that he was hard from a kiss. At his age, it should take a lot more then that to get him hard. From the first touch of Harry's lips he was hard as a rock. It was bliss, pure sensation, hunger and need. Harry made the most erotic little noises. Lucius never wanted this moment to end. Lungs screamed for air, as they both tried to pant through their noses. They broke the kiss, gulping in as much oxygen as they could get through their parted lips. Sanity was starting to return to Lucius. Harry was much slower to recover, having never experienced anything like the kiss before.
Lucius started to speak, quietly against the side of Harry's face. "I'm sorry, Angel. I shouldn't have done that please don't be angry."
Harry, still very muddled and very happy, didn't understand at all. "Lucius, why are you apologizing. Please don't apologize, don't be sorry. I couldn't take it if you were." Harry's voice broke and he leaned in trying to get another kiss.
Lucius, with a groan, capture those lips and resumed exploring. Harry whimpered. Lucius couldn't resist his angel. Even if Harry hated him later for it. Harry was euphoric. Lucius was kissing him! Really kissing him! He never wanted this moment to end. His hands came up to clutch at Lucius' shirt. Lucius' hands were working magic! They were around Harry's waist and one was moving up his side. Heading straight up to wrap around his neck and into his hair. Stroking and clutching in a need to ground himself. Harry's hips unconsciously rocked against Lucius. They both moaned, the friction making them both harden to the point of pain. At Lucius' moan, Harry rocked his hips again. He needed more, but didn't know how to get it. Lucius, understanding his need, trailed the hand around Harry's waist forward to rub at his angel's erection. He broke the kiss, panting for breath. He slowly strokes Harry through the material.
"Do you want me to do this, Angel?"
Harry whimpered again. "Lucius, please."
"Please what, Angel?" Lucius whispered.
"Touch me, please!"
Lucius groaned and claimed Harry's lips again as his hand opened Harry's pants. He was thanking every god he could think of, for the fact that Harry wasn't wearing robes. He found his way in and his hand closed around hot smooth flesh. Harry cried out into his mouth. Lucius hand sped up moving faster over Harry's cock. Harry's hips thrust into his hand and his hands wrapped around Lucius' neck as he tried to stay upright. Lucius led him over to the sofa and laid him back. He pulled Harry's shoes and pants off to gain freer access to Harry.
Harry looked up at him through pleasure glazed eyes. Lucius dipped his head for one more kiss and then quickly bent to take Harry's hard length into his mouth. Harry screamed as he did. As Lucius tasted Harry, he ran soothing hands over his stomach and thighs. He wanted to calm Harry some, so that his Angel would enjoy this as much as he did. He bobbed his head up and down taking Harry to the root and lathing the tip with his tongue.
By this time, Harry was clutching at Lucius hair. Begging and pleading incoherently for release. It felt better then any fantasy ever had. He was so close. Lucius was beyond thinking. His Angel was making the most exquisite noises and writhing under him. He knew Harry was close, so he sucked harder pushing Harry over the edge. As Harry came, he screamed Lucius' name and his vision went white. He couldn't see or hear anything. Lucius swallowed every drop of his angel's essence, and carefully released his member. It was an unfortunate Harry was out of it because while he was Lucius was whispering to him.
"I love you, Angel. I love you. So beautiful. So perfect. Won't let anyone hurt you. Mine. Your mine, forever. Love you, Angel."
As Harry started to come to, he could feel Lucius lying next to him on the sofa, stroking his stomach softly. He heard the last word Lucius said and that was all. Just, angel. He didn't want this moment to end but he had to know.
"Lucius, why do you call me angel?"
Lucius smiled, "Because you are beautiful and perfect to me, like an angel."
Harry smiled blissfully and snuggled closer to Lucius' warm weight. "I don't think I can do that, but give me a minute and I can do something for you."
"No, Harry this was for you. I'm fine."
Harry frowned, "No your not, your still hard. Let me help you."
Lucius quieted him with a fingertip to his lips, "No, Angel. Just relax for a minute." He enjoyed being able to hold Harry in his arms, because he knew it wouldn't last. "You should go up to bed now, Angel."
Harry stood, reluctantly. He leaned in for one final kiss before leaving through the now unlocked door, and when did it open he wondered. He trudged up the stairs in a state of happiness like none he'd ever known. As he drifted off to sleep that night, all he could think about was what had happened. He hoped that perhaps, Lucius might care for him after all. He dreamed with a smile upon his face.
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The next morning, Lucius awoke to worry over what he had done. He never meant for anything to happen between them. Although his angel seemed to want it, he recognized that his angel also had very little experience. How could he be sure that he hadn't taken advantage of his beautiful Harry? Harry never said anything when he stupidly confessed his love. His Harry probably didn't want him. Why would he? 'Get a grip! He isn't my Harry! He isn't my anything. I'll just pretend like it never happened. Then I won't have to see the rejection in his eyes.' What he didn't realize, was that Harry had never even heard his confession. His decision would have repercussions he couldn't even imagine.
He quickly got ready, and when he decided he looked impeccable, headed down to breakfast. As he arrived he completely ignored Harry, who was already sitting next to Draco and Sirius. Since he wasn't looking he never saw Harry look up as he entered. Never saw Harry's bright smile falter when he didn't look at him. Never saw Harry's confusion. He just sat down and said good morning, to everyone but Harry.
Draco saw. He didn't understand though. Harry was so happy this morning. Almost glowing, he was so happy. Then his father came in and it all changed. What was going on with father? He knew Lucius should've been happy as well. Why was he ignoring Harry?
Harry heard Lucius coming, and it was all he could do to pay attention to Sirius. He looked up as his 'lover' entered the room. Lucius didn't even glance at him. He lost some of his confidence. What if Lucius didn't want him? 'But why would he have done that if he didn't? I mean I could see if he used me to get off, but he wouldn't let me get him off.' He watched as Lucius sat and said good morning, to everyone but him. He stood up quickly, almost knocking over his juice.
"E-excuse me. I have to g-go," he stammered, hurrying out before they could see the tears forming in his eyes.
Lucius watched his angel leave. 'He can't even bear to be in the same room as me,' he thought bitterly, 'What a fool I am.' He looked down at his food, appetite gone. Draco watched Harry leave and then watched his father's face as he watched Harry. He was pretty sure he knew what was wrong now. His father and Harry were idiots! They never bothered to find out how the other felt! Harry had Lucius cared about him, which he does. Lucius, however doesn't think Harry cares about him, even though he does. 'Damn! Well, best go see to Harry.' He excused himself and went to find his friend.
Harry was lying face down on his bed. Tears were streaming down his face. 'Why did I think he might care for me? I am so stupid! Why does it hurt so much? I knew he could never love me. It shouldn't hurt this much!' He jumped up startled as he heard someone knock on the door. He quickly wiped his eyes and yelled for whoever it was to come in. It was Draco.
"Harry? Are you ok?"
Harry sniffed, "Yeah. I'm fine Draco. Why wouldn't I be?"
Draco sat down and put his arms around the other boy, "Because my father is an idiot and never bothered to tell you how he felt last night, did he?"
"W-what do you mean?"
Draco smiled. "I mean that when whatever happened last night, happened, he never bothered to tell you his feelings."
Harry looked at the floor, "He doesn't feel anything. He hates me. Gods, Draco, why does it hurt so much?"
Draco hugged Harry, "Because you're in love with him. You love him and I suspect he loves you as well. It hurts because you think he doesn't want you, but he does. His heart was in his eyes as you left."
Harry looked at Draco shocked. "You think he loves me? How is that possible? You mean you're ok with this?"
Draco laughed, "Of course he loves you! I don't know how, but I do know you both need each other. I am thrilled with this. Why do you think I set you two up last night? My father deserves to have some happiness, so do you for that matter. You both just seem right for each other, I don't know why. I just feel compelled to see you together. Now let me go talk to Father."
With that Draco headed down to talk to his father. Harry headed out to take a walk. Draco found his father sitting in his private study, head in hands. He approached and asked his father what was wrong.
"Nothing, Drake."
Draco frowned, "Something is most definitely wrong! Why are you ignoring Harry?"
Lucius looked up, "I don't want to see it."
Draco was puzzled, "You don't want to see what?"
Lucius sighed, "I don't want to see the rejection. He doesn't want me, and I can't bear to see it. I know you set us up, but you shouldn't have."
Draco smiled, "What makes you think he doesn't want you?"
"I told him I loved him. He hasn't said a word about it." Lucius whispered.
"He never said you told him that. I don't know when you said it but." just then Severus burst in interrupting them.
"Lucius, Tom is coming tonight! He wants to tell Harry tonight!" Severus said anxiously.
Lucius stood, "Well, we'd better tell Harry that Tom is coming. That's kind of a big surprise just to drop on someone. Damn! After yesterday with Sirius, I hope this isn't too soon for him."
Draco looked at the two older men, "I'll go find him we can talk in the Study."
Draco left the room and headed up the stairs. He knocked on Harry's door but there was no answer. When he opened the door he saw that Harry was not there. So he went back down and told the others that they needed to find Harry, he wasn't in his room. The four men searched everywhere they could think of. Finally, they found him as they were starting to worry. They must have just missed him earlier because he was curled up fast asleep on the sofa in Lucius' private study. Draco suspected he knew why, though the other three men figured he just fell asleep exploring. They woke him up, because Tom was due to be there any minute and they still had to tell him.
Sirius gently shook Harry, "Wake up, Harry. Come on. We need to talk to you about something."
Harry sat up slowly, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the light. "What is it? Is something wrong?"
Sirius crouched in front of Harry, "No, nothing is wrong. We just have some news. Harry, Tom is coming over tonight. He wants to stay here for the holiday. He feels that you and he need to talk."
That got Harry's attention. "He's coming tonight? When?"
Severus answered Harry, "Any minute now, Harry. We wanted to give you more notice, but we couldn't find you. It's alright, he just wants to talk to you. He would never hurt you." As Sev was saying this, a House Elf knocked on the door. The elf entered.
"Dinki announces Mr. Tom Riddle." Dinki then held the door open and Tom entered the room.
TBC
Well so now we have some answers. Sorry for another cliffie, but my muses say we have to stop here. It would take to long to have the talk with Tom. Next chapter soon! I promise! Must address some questions people had though. Tom's eyes are green and not red, because they were green when he was Tom Riddle in canon. Since my Tom never became that man and was never a disembodied spirit, he retained his body and features aging naturally for a wizard. He is not James' father as you can see. He and Harry have another connection which you will see in the next chapter and we will meet Harry's grandfather. Voldemort or Tom will still be Dark but not evil, Dumbledore will be evil. We will eventually find out who killed Harry's parents, but not yet. No it was not Dumbledore, you have to wait and see! Also any ideas for a Draco pairing? He needs some love too. So any suggestions for him will be considered, I prefer slash but some het pairings might be acceptable.
Thanks to my reviewers: AtieJen, Theoriginalflame, ciceronian, and Eowyn6...
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