A/N: Same warnings and notes as before.

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Thank you to so many people who helped me with this story. The first is Foodie, who read large chunks of this story for character purposes, and is always a doll when it comes to encouraging me to write. The second is to Dark Angel, who was particularly a major influence on the Lucius in this story. Without her, this Lucius would have been much wimpier. And the final thank you goes to my lovely Turtle Avenger, who tells me that she'd read the phone book if I wrote it. :D Love you, hon.

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What's Done Is Done

By Elfflame

7 Memories

After another tense, awkward dinner, Draco and Harry returned to his room and changed. The formal robes that Lucius required even at family meals were a bit too much for an evening meeting with his mother. Dressed in more comfortable attire, they walked together to her suite at the end of the wing.

It was across the hall from Lucius's rooms, though, which made Draco a bit uncomfortable even heading in that direction. It almost felt as though he were going to see his father. As soon as they reached Narcissa's sitting room, Draco rapped on the door, hoping the door would open quickly. Better to not stand in the hall long, if he could help it.

She opened the door with a smile, and ushered them both into the room.

The Pensieve sat on the table in between her two settees. It was a beautiful creation that looked as though it were made of pale rose quartz and lined with silver. She settled on one of the settees and gestured for Draco and Harry to do the same.

"I did my best to find pleasant memories for the two of you to see." She looked slightly worriedly at Harry. "I'm afraid, Harry, that Sirius and I never particularly got on. I always took Regulus's side. He was so young, and…"

"Please, Mrs. Malfoy, there's no need to explain."

She smiled. "Do call me Narcissa, Harry. You're Draco's mate. There's no need to be so formal. We're family. In several ways now," she smiled.

"Thank you, Narcissa," Harry said quietly with a smile.

Draco took his hand. "Are you coming with us, mother?"

She shook her head. "No. I remember them well enough. I don't need to see them again. I'll be here waiting when you're done. There are several memories of each of them, so take as much time as you need, all right?"

Draco nodded, then turned to Harry. "Are you ready for this?"

He squeezed Draco's hand. "Yeah. Let's go."

They reached out their fingers and touched the shimmering liquid in the bowl at the exact same time. There was a lurch, and they seemed to fall into the bowl, through odd twisting darkness, then landed abruptly on their feet in a rather poshly decorated sitting room.

Before they had even looked about, two boys, one obviously at least a year older than the other, came running into the room. "No, you can't have it!" the younger shrieked, and threw himself behind the settee.

"You little monster! Give it back! It's mine! Uncle Alphard gave it to me. I want it back!"

"Sirius Black, you quiet your shouting right this instant!" came a voice that was to Harry, extraordinarily familiar.

"We're in Grimmauld Place," he told Draco with a startled look on his face.

"Where?"

"It's the Black family home. This is where Sirius grew up."

Draco stared at him, surprised. "But you recognize it?"

Harry nodded. "Yes. The Order used it during Sirius's last year alive as a kind of safe-house. But it didn't look like this then."

Sirius's mother came into the room. "Narcissa, would you please help me with your cousins? They're driving me mad, and I would really like to talk to your mother before she has to leave." Her tone was annoyed, and she glowered at the two boys, who looked only slightly abashed at her anger. Harry and Draco turned to see that Narcissa had been sitting in the corner reading a book, and trying desperately to ignore the noise.

She stood up and nodded, then waved to the younger of the two boys. "Of course, aunt Augustine. Regulus, come here." She was only slightly older than Sirius, but she looked old enough to be attending Hogwarts.

"Thank you, dear. I'm sure you, at least, of your sisters will make a good marriage."

"Thank you, aunt Augustine," she smiled primly until her aunt was out of the room. She turned to Regulus, who was now clinging to her side, trying to avoid Sirius's glares. "What did you take?" she asked him.

Sirius shouted, "He took my…"

She shot a look at Sirius. "Be quiet. I didn't ask you." She turned back to Regulus. "What is it?"

"It's just a bag of sweets. But he never shares, Cissa! I just wanted one. And when he caught me, I ran for it." He looked abashed for a moment, then looked up at her with pleading eyes. "He should share, shouldn't he?"

"Yes, Regulus, you're right. He should." She turned to Sirius. "Can't he have just one, Sirius?"

Sirius scowled, then looked at the floor, scuffing his shoe on the carpet. "Fine. But just one. Uncle Alphard gave the bag of sweets to me. Regulus got his own present. I don't see why I should have to share mine…"

Regulus settled down onto the carpet and dug into the bag greedily, and Harry couldn't help but shoot a look at Draco, who flushed, but couldn't help smiling. "At least I come by it honestly," he said.

Harry laughed, and watched as Regulus pulled out a bright green toffee, and Sirius snatched the bag from his lap. "Next time, get your own," he grumbled as he left the room.

The scene faded, to be replaced by a very familiar train station. Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Narcissa was holding onto an over-eager Sirius and a sullen Bellatrix.

Augustine Black stood glaring down at Sirius, her hand restraining Regulus, who seemed fascinated by the older children crowding the station around him. "I'm sure you'll already have your hands full with your sister, dear, but I do appreciate you looking after Sirius as well. He's such a problem child. I don't know what we're to do with him. If he gives you any trouble this year, do let me know. Slytherin house has enough problems as it is with that fool Dumbledore running the school now. It hardly needs a miscreant like my son causing more."

"I'm sure we'll be just fine, Aunt Augustine," Narcissa smiled calmly. "We should get onto the train before it's too late. I'll write you tonight to let you know how the sorting went."

Augustine snorted. "With our luck, the boy will be sorted into Hufflepuff."

Narcissa hid a smirk. "Oh, I don't quite think he's Hufflepuff material, aunt Augustine. We'll see you at Christmas holidays, then."

"Yes, good-bye, dear."

"Good-bye, Regulus," she smiled at him.

"Bye, Cissa!" he grinned.

Augustine chastised her youngest son for using such a 'vulgar nickname' while the older trio of Black children made their way onto the train and Harry and Draco followed them.

Sirius was arguing with Narcissa. "I don't want to sit with a bunch of dumb girls," he was saying with a glower.

"Sirius, your mother asked me to watch you until we made it to Hogwarts, and I intend to do just that."

"But how will I make any friends if you're constantly hanging about? I want to go meet the other first years!"

"Sirius Black, if you want to get into trouble already, don't ask me to help. You can meet the other first years tonight at the banquet. For now, you will sit with me in my compartment, and you will be a proper Black and be kind and courteous to all my friends. Do we understand each other?"

Sirius was about to tell her off when he was bumped from behind. "Oops, sorry, mate," a very familiar voice came from behind him. Harry looked on in astonishment as a very familiar head of hair popped out from behind a large trunk.

"Harry," Draco said slowly, "is that…?"

"My dad! I hadn't even considered that he'd be here, too." A grin spread across his face. "Remind me to kiss your mum when we're done."

Draco grinned at him, and they watched as the two boys proceeded to argue about the trunk, and Narcissa grudgingly gave her permission to Sirius to help the other boy with his trunk…once she'd discovered he was a Potter, and therefore a pureblood.

The scene faded again, and when it reformed around them once more, they were standing in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. And the sorting had just started. Sirius was already on the stool, and when the hat called "Gryffindor," the whole hall seemed to hold its breath. Sirius took the hat of his head, and pale and shocked-looking, moved slowly away from the stool towards the Gryffindor table, glancing over at Narcissa from time to time. Bellatrix, who had obviously already been sorted, was whispering in her sister's ear, and looking menacingly at her cousin. Sirius slumped into an empty seat, and everyone around him at the table moved away one chair.

The sorting continued, and Draco was about to wonder out loud why the memory hadn't changed when the "Lily Evans" was called. Draco looked at her, and realized who she was in a moment. "Oh. Mum is good, isn't she?" he smiled softly.

Harry nodded, unable to speak, his eyes wide as he scanned the remaining first years for two more familiar faces.

They watched as Neville's parents were sorted as well. Alice Foster, who would someday become Alice Longbottom, was sorted into Gryffindor immediately after Lily, and the two settled as far from Sirius as they could. Frank was sorted into Gryffindor only moments before another familiar face was called to sit on the stool. Harry and Draco watched as Remus squirmed under the hat, then hurried to Sirius's side when the hat declared him a Gryffindor. Harry couldn't help smiling at that.

He waited on tenterhooks for one final name, and was horrified when another child with a P name came before his father. He glowered at Peter as he was sorted, and did his best to forget about him when his father was called up to the stool. It was no surprise to Harry that it was only a moment before the hat declared him a Gryffindor, and he went and sat down right next to Sirius, grinning.

The memory shifted after that, and Draco sighed. "Oh, well, I had hoped to see Severus sorted as well, but I suppose that one was really for you, anyway…"

Harry smiled. "I'm sure if you ask her, she could show you that as well."

"Nah, not necessary."

Apparently Narcissa had decided that one sorting was more than enough, for the next memory was of a much older Sirius and Regulus. They were arguing again as they entered a school classroom.

"…Shaming the entire family!" Regulus was shouting at his brother.

"Oh, do shut up, Reg," Sirius groaned. "You sound like mumsy dear."

Narcissa, came into the classroom where they were arguing, scowling. "Regulus is right, Sirius. Picking on the poor boy that way. One would think you weren't a Black, but a bully. I should never have let you spend any time with that James Potter. He seems to encourage the worst in you."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Dear god, save me from this family. At least James knows how to enjoy himself. Our family seems to be filled with stuffed shirts who think having a good time is against the laws of nature!" With that he stormed from the room, and the two Slytherins were left looking after him with annoyance.

"Regulus. Why do you even bother with him? He's not worth your time, you know."

Regulus sighed. "I can't help it, Cissa. He's my brother. We never got along, but I can't help but want to try."

Narcissa smiled at the younger boy. "What are you going to do with me gone next year? You won't have me to back you up any longer. And you don't have a chance of being a prefect for at least another year. That friend of his—Lupin, is it? If he gives you any trouble…"

"Oh, Lupin's all right. When Sirius isn't around, at any rate. I'll be fine," he smiled.

The scene shifted once more, and Regulus hurried into a small sitting room where Narcissa was pouring over a book.

"Cissa, why didn't you tell me about him sooner? I wish that I'd been able to spend time with him while he was still at Hogwarts. He's amazing."

"Regulus, who are you talking about?" she asked him, puzzled.

"Lucius Malfoy," he said with a beatific smile on his face.

"Malfoy? How on earth did you meet him, Regulus?"

"Well, you know Sirius ran off this summer, right?" Narcissa nodded. "Well, mother and father wanted me out of the house while they tried to deal with him, so father asked Mister Malfoy if he'd be willing to take me for the summer. Apparently they were good friends in school."

"So you spent the summer with him? Did he ignore you the entire time?" she asked with a slight smile on her face.

Regulus looked at her, startled. "No. What makes you say that, Narcissa? He was wonderful. We had the best conversations…" He trailed off, a happy look on his face.

Narcissa sighed. "Regulus, tell me you didn't let him…"

Regulus looked at her, confused. "Let him do what?"

She swallowed. "Lucius was notorious in Slytherin house for the way he went through younger boys. He likes to use people, Regulus. Tell me he didn't seduce you."

Regulus laughed. "Seduce me? Where on earth did you get the idea that he was that way, Cissa? We're friends, that's all."

Narcissa sighed. "Lucius Malfoy is friends with no one, Regulus. If he does something, it's only for his own benefit. Please tell me you'll be cautious around him?"

Regulus rolled his eyes. "Oh, please, Narcissa, you act like I'm still five, and Sirius just accused me of something. I can take care of myself. And I'm more than a match for Lucius Malfoy," he grinned.

Narcissa sighed, then smiled softly. "Just promise me you'll be careful, Regulus."

Regulus grinned. "I promise."

Harry glanced at Draco, who was watching Regulus with a horrified look. "Draco?"

Draco swallowed and turned to him. "I want to scream at him to run the other way." He looked pale, and Harry drew him into his arms.

"I understand, believe me." He couldn't help but remember Peter settling into the Gryffindor table next to Sirius, an eager look on his face.

The scene changed around them once more, and Draco recognized the room as a drawing room just off the hallway from the Manor's ball room. Lucius was holding Regulus tightly against him, and they were kissing. And this kiss was far more passionate than the one he had seen in the memory crystal. He looked away, flushing just in time to see Narcissa enter the room. "What on earth do the two of you think you are doing?" she hissed.

Lucius turned his head casually to look at her as though she had just interrupted a simple conversation. "Ah, Narcissa. How lovely to see you," he murmured.

Regulus flushed, but did not pull from Lucius's embrace. "Hello, Narcissa."

"Regulus, you told me that he hadn't seduced you. Tell me this isn't what it looks like."

Regulus's flush deepened, but in anger now. "And what if it is? I care for him."

Narcissa took him by the arm and dragged him away from Lucius. "Regulus, do you want to be disowned like Sirius? If your mother found out…"

Lucius's drawl interrupted her. "She'd keep quiet, if she knows what's good for her." He smirked when Narcissa turned to look at him. "I'm the best thing that ever happened to her son. She won't be able to deny it."

Narcissa glowered at him for a moment, then turned back to Regulus. "Your mother is looking for you right now. Do you want her to see you kissing another man?"

Regulus's lips thinned, but he shook his head.

"Go see what she wants. I'm sure Lucius will wait," she said, shooting a pointed look at the older man, who was now looking at her coldly.

Regulus scowled at her for a moment, then turned to Lucius, who nodded. "She's right, Regulus. It wouldn't do to be caught by your mother. Go see what she wants. I promise to be here when you return."

Regulus smiled at him, then, avoiding Narcissa's gaze, left the room. As soon as he was gone, Narcissa turned on Lucius. "I will not let you use Regulus that way, Lucius. I remember the trail of broken hearts you left when you were still at Hogwarts. He's young, and he doesn't know you the way I do. Leave him alone. Tell him your father found out and you have to break it off. Tell him anything, just leave him alone."

Lucius was silent for a while, just watching the fury grow on Narcissa's face before he finally spoke. "I have no intention of 'using' Regulus, as you put it. Surely you don't think me the same boy who attended Hogwarts? I've grown up a great deal since then. And I happen to find Regulus quite fascinating. I will not chase him away now. I'm rather fond of him, to be honest." His eyes narrowed then, and he moved to her side so quickly that she had no time to pull away. "And if you intend to try to stop me from spending time with him, Narcissa, I think you will find that you are the one who discovers that you are completely mistaken about me. And you will pay if something happens to separate us."

The scene shifted there, and Harry found himself holding a shaking Draco. "I hate him," Draco moaned through clenched teeth. "Mother was right. Regulus should have had nothing to do with him." Harry did his best to calm Draco, but he couldn't help but agree.

When the next scene coalesced around them, Harry recognized the room where Regulus had spoken to Narcissa about his summer with Lucius. Narcissa was once again sitting and reading, and once again, Regulus entered the room. But this was a much more subdued Regulus than they had seen so far. He looked solemn and worried.

"Narcissa, your mother said I might find you here."

She looked up smiling, but when she saw the drawn look on his face, she rose to her feet instantly. "Regulus, what is it?"

He settled himself next to Narcissa before speaking. "I think I've made a terrible mistake, Narcissa."

Her eyes flashed. "Is it Lucius? I told you he would only hurt you," she scowled.

"No, not Lucius." He sighed heavily. "Not exactly. He encouraged me to join the Dark Lord…" Narcissa's eyes went large, but she said nothing. "I…I need to find a way out. Sirius was right. He's a madman. I've been trying to convince Lucius to leave with me, but he won't hear of it, Cissa." He took her hands. "You have to help me. I'm not ready to loose all this yet." He gulped, and said in a quiet voice, "I'm not ready to die."

Narcissa closed her eyes and pulled him into an embrace. "We'll figure out something, Regulus, I promise."

By this time, Draco's hand was nearly cutting all the circulation from Harry's hand, and all Harry could do was hold him. Whispering stupid platitudes that others had said to him about his own parents wouldn't make things better. He could only be there for Draco.

The scene changed again, and Narcissa was standing in the same room as the previous scene, but she was pacing nervously. And the man who entered the room was not Regulus. It was Lucius.

But this was a Lucius even Draco had never seen before. He was pale, and looked as though he'd lost everything in the world. Draco wanted to snarl that the man had no right, when Lucius moved to Narcissa's side, and sank to her feet. "Oh, god, Narcissa, what have I done?"

Narcissa was as still as though she were made of marble for a long time before she finally managed to find her voice. "He's dead, then?" she managed in a hollow tone.

Lucius began to sob, and Draco watched horrified as his father fell entirely apart. Narcissa simply waited for the sobs to abate before leading him to the couch. "Tell me everything, Lucius. Tell me how my cousin died."

"Narcissa, you don't understand…"

She slapped him. "Don't you tell me what I don't understand, Lucius. He was a boy. And when your master told you to dispose of him, you did. And if it tears you apart, that's your own fault. Don't ask me to feel sorry for you, you cold-blooded coward," she snarled.

Pale, silvery-blue eyes watched her before he nodded. "It was a test. Of my loyalty. Narcissa, had I not, I would be dead too. It would not have saved him. You must understand that." She scowled at him, and he closed his eyes, as if by doing so, that would make the telling easier. "He was asleep, Narcissa. He never felt a thing. I could never have caused him pain…"

Draco shuddered at his father's admission.

"But apparently you could kill him?" she asked bitterly.

The look on Lucius's face spoke louder than words. His eyes shut tight against them as if that could prevent them from being true. "Please," he said quietly, and Draco's eyes were now wide in shock, for he'd never heard his father use the word before, even in scorn, "please, Narcissa…" His eyes opened suddenly, and the callous retort seemed to die unspoken on Narcissa's lips.

"What? What can I do for the man who killed my cousin? Do you want me to turn you over to the Aurors?"

"No," Lucius whispered. "I…I need a wife."

Narcissa looked at him in shock and horror before rising to her feet. "I think you need to leave, Lucius. Before I make sure you join Regulus in whatever hell you've consigned him to for following you. For ever having the misfortune of falling in love with a…"

Lucius grabbed her before she could finish. "I know, Narcissa. And you're right. But there's something you don't understand. Something I didn't even understand until a few hours ago." He licked his lips. "I…I never realized just how much he had come to mean to me, Narcissa. I didn't realize until I read my journal this morning."

Narcissa's lips thinned. "And what was in your journal this morning that suddenly changed your mind?"

Lucius took a deep breath. "I'm carrying his child."

Narcissa's brow creased. "What on earth do you mean by that, Lucius? You're male. That's not possible."

"I'm a Veela, Narcissa. Part Veela, at any rate. Mother's mother. Father didn't know when he married her. Apparently, I…loved him. Veela males don't…can't…we're like all other men in most respects, but if we've chosen a partner, our bodies change. And if we sleep with that partner…"

Narcissa swallowed. "You're carrying Regulus's child?"

"His son. My son. But he needs a mother, Narcissa."

By this point, Draco couldn't listen any longer. "Get me out of here…" He clung to Harry as Harry pulled them from the Pensieve, and when they collapsed on the settee in Narcissa's sitting room, Draco's face was tear-streaked. He shuddered against Harry's chest for several minutes, not daring to look around. With that last memory, he was sure he knew what his mother had been planning when she'd offered this. But he wasn't sure he was ready to forgive his father so easily.

"Harry, I think it would be best…" Narcissa's soft voice came from the other settee.

"No." Draco said. He looked up and met her eyes, then looked behind her where Lucius stood near her fireplace. "I think it might as well be now. Father?" He stood, and Lucius nodded to him. "Shall we go across the hall, then?"

TBC