[A/N – Yay, my first censored fic. The non-child-safe version is here:
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Jen - I like the HP/LM parts too. :-) Harry's not sure he wants to be a Death Eater either, but. He'll figure it out within the next few chapters, and that's all I can say.
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ShatteredxDream – Thanks. :-) And Lucius is awesome. Here's more for you!]
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Lucius heard him enter tentatively, closing the door behind him. He had no wand, but Lucius had remembered to bring it. Harry approached him, and he saw the disguised anxiety in the boy's eyes.
"Potter," Lucius greeted him impassively. He held Harry's wand out, and the boy reached for it, but Lucius pulled back. "You have to swear that you won't use it against anyone but our…subjects. If you do, I'll kill you right then, the Dark Lord's wishes be damned."
Harry's eyebrows shot up underneath his bangs. "Alright," he agreed. He took his wand, looking grateful to have it back in his possession.
Lucius extracted from his pocket a small bag that he dropped deliberately on the table. "I'm assuming that you've already had decent schooling in most self-defense concepts, so we won't focus on those. You don't want to be using self-defense spells the entire time; you want to keep the upper hand whenever possible."
"Obviously," Harry said dryly.
Lucius shot him a look. "You don't know how often people don't remember this during a battle, and how many die as a result." He took out his own wand and spun it through his fingers. "However, there is one defensive spell I'd like to show you." He raised his wand and instinctively Harry clenched his own. "Relax." He did, hesitantly. "Visitautamen!"
Harry had braced himself, but not enough. He was knocked off his feet when the curse hit him. "Wow," he commented as he adjusted his glasses and got up, "that hurt."
"Don't come to rely on this, though," Lucius warned. "It's to be used when you need a moment to collect yourself, that's it." He curled his fingers around the drawstrings of the bag. "Now, for the rest of the curses, we'll use these." He opened the sack and pulled out half a dozen rocks collected from outside.
Harry looked at them perplexedly, and Lucius transfigured one into a gray mouse. "These curses can be rather...messy, but no matter, we can clean it up later."
"Messy?" Harry echoed.
Lucius cast a sideways glance at him. "Yes, and you'd best desensitize yourself to it before you have to battle anyone in earnest." He watched the mouse as he tugged on the ends of his white-blond hair. "Deciding what to begin with," he explained.
He let his hair fall back into place and he stood up straighter. "We'll start with a curse that sets your opponents on fire."
"But I already learned...." Harry began to object.
"This curse to be used only on living creatures and fatally," Lucius interrupted the protest. The incantation will be exurocombust. Go ahead." He waved his hand at the mouse.
Harry's wand hovered in midair uncertainly. "I'm going to kill it?"
"It's only a stone," Lucius reminded him.
He saw Harry's muscles tighten. "Exurocombust!" The mouse squealed as it was ignited. It ran in frantic circles, but that only fanned the flames. After what seemed an eternity, it collapsed on the table, charred and gory.
Harry stared at the remains of the mouse. "It's only a stone.…" he murmured under his breath. His face was ashen. "I'm going to be sick."
"Fine, but not in here." Lucius vanished the mouse with a wave of his wand. "We can pause for awhile if you'd like."
"No, it's okay," Harry answered, smoothing his hair agitatedly. "I'm okay." It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than anyone else.
Lucius pursed his lips. "Next will be disembowelment. The incantation for this will be eviscero. You may want to stand back when you cast it, though, as it's quite a spectacular explosion." He transfigured another stone into a rat, this time a white one.
Harry looked about ready to faint. But he dutifully stepped back a few paces and raised his wand. "Eviscero!" The rat had not even had a chance to examine its surroundings before it was blown apart with a shrill squeak. The table was spattered with blood and bits of fur, which Harry stared at in horror.
"That's it for the night," he said shakily. "I can't handle anymore."
Lucius nodded as he cleared the mess from the tabletop. "You did well tonight, Harry; I was impressed. For just a seventh-year, that was...well beyond what was expected of you."
"I must have some talent for hurting others," Harry snarled as he stalked away.
"Oh, don't take it like that." Lucius caught up with him. "You're a talented wizard in general. It's just that...." He hesitated. "Those curses take someone with a temperament predisposed to being a dark wizard to perform them that well that quickly. It surprised me that you could."
Harry looked up. "I'm predisposed to being a dark wizard," he said flatly. "What is it, then? My insanity? My sadism? What would be so flattering about being told that?"
"Your stubbornness, your temper, your power," Lucius answered, putting a hand around his shoulders.
"My parents would be so proud," Harry said coldly, stepping out of Lucius's reach. He slammed the door with enough force to shake the entire library, it sounded like. Lucius sighed and returned the rest of the stones to their bag.
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Harry had retreated to his room to sulk, but Lucius let him. Of course he would be conflicted over this; he was learning the very art that had killed his parents. Still, Lucius mused as he tidied up the library, the boy was powerful. Much too powerful to let his talent be exploited by Dumbledore. Granted, it would still be exploited, but Potter would gain something for it.
He tucked the stones in his pocket and left the library. Harry would want solitude right now, time alone to brood and overanalyze. Lucius made his way up the polished staircase and knocked on the boy's door.
No answer. He knocked harder this time. "Potter, we both know you can hear me. May I come in?"
"Go to hell."
"Mm, not yet. First we need to talk."
"There's nothing left to talk about," Harry answered crossly. "Just leave me alone."
"I'd love to, but I can't. If you brood any longer you'll self-destruct." Lucius jiggled the doorknob. Locked, what a surprise. "Alohomora." The door opened.
Harry must have been anticipating it, because he was standing in the center of the room, wand ready. His gaze met Lucius's briefly. "Eviscero!"
Lucius had been caught offguard, and jumped back behind the wall reflexively. The curse hit the doorway, and there was a wooden crackle as it splintered. In the plaster above it, there was a spiderweb of cracks. Lucius stared at the damage the curse had caused on the frame; that had been meant for him.
He strode into the room, and saw that Harry stood, shocked, where he had been before. Lucius snatched his wand out of his hand and slapped him brusquely across the face.
"You're not dead," Harry said, sounding surprised.
"Not for lack of trying on your part," Lucius replied coldly. He grabbed Harry's wrists and pushed him onto his bed. "I had decided that I could trust you with your wand," he informed Harry, held motionless on the bed by Lucius's grip. "Should I rethink that?" Harry remained silent. "And what of the promise that you wouldn't use magic against me? And didn't I threaten your life if you did?"
"Go ahead, then," Harry answered carelessly. "Right now, held down and unarmed. Just what I should expect from a Death Eater," he spat.
Lucius looked hard into those emerald eyes, glittering with adrenaline and defiance. He looked so cocky, despite that they both knew that Lucius could kill him effortlessly right then. Lucius conjured up shackles and secured them to Harry's wrists and bedframe. "You know, you seem so much prettier when you're angry," he commented off-handedly.
"Don't you dare touch me," Harry growled.
He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and Lucius admired his muscles straining against the chains. "And if I do?" he asked mockingly, sliding his fingers along Harry's torso.
Harry squirmed, and Lucius slid a hand under the boy's shirt and tweaked each of his nipples in turn. Harry had to be enjoying this on some level, because they were already hard.
"Just let me," Lucius murmured as he leaned down and lightly kissed Harry's neck.
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They both lay on the sheets, exhausted, sweating, and satisfied. Lucius absently fingered the places along his neck and shoulders where Harry had bit him. Well, it would be a turtleneck robe for tomorrow. He got off the bed and collected his clothes.
"Where're you going?" Harry asked, turning to watch him.
"Why're you suddenly so emotionally attached?" Lucius returned as he pulled on his pants. "I thought you wanted to kill me."
Harry didn't answer. Instead he crawled off the bed and entered the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind him. Lucius heard the shower being turned on as he redid the clasps down the front of his robe. He smoothed his hair as he left Harry's bedroom, wondering why the hell he had done it.