Hey all and welcome to the second chapter ofSlytherin Savior.
This story details the life of Harry Potter should Lucius Malfoy have gained costody of him. It beging a few months before first year and will later skip to sixth year.
I'd like to thank Laura again for her Beta'ring. She has just returned to me chapter 3 of this storie and i will also send her chapters 4 and 5 very soon, so expect quick updating.
I was going to wait a while to post this chapter but i thought, what the hell, and posted it any way.
Disclaimed: Despite what you may think, i DO own Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, i keep them locked up in my dungeon where i often have my wicked way with them, though most of the time i prefer to watch them at it. Ok, so im lying.
This is a Slash fic and will contain sex scense, though the first one isnt until chapter 3. They are tasteful, but are also graphical.
I also want to thank every one who reviewed chapter 1, your comments were gratefully appreciated. Some people asked questions which alas i cannot awnser cause it would give away the stroy, thouhg this chapter may awnser a few.
Harry Potter – The Slytherin Savior
CHAPTER TWO
THE MALFOY'S
Harry studied the ceiling above him. It seemed to be made out of some kind of marble and over twenty feet high. It was a scene of the sky. The white fluffy clouds were floating through the atmosphere, occasionally bumping into one another and forming bigger clouds. He could make out odd shapes. A rabbit, a horse, maybe even a dragon, and if he squinted he could make out one that was slowly turning into a house.
Yes slowly turning into a house, meaning the clouds were actually moving. If it wasn't for the walls and paintings he could see in the side of his vision, the he would have thought he was out side, but the sky was actually above him.
He turned his head slightly and studied one painting in particular. He could have sworn it had moved, but that was crazy. It was a family portrait. He recognized Lucius immediately. He was standing firm and tall like moments before. Next to him stood a beautiful woman. Her hair, like Lucius' was platinum blonde but flowing over her right shoulder instead of down her back. She had her hand resting on the shoulder of a young boy. About Harry's age. He seemed to be an exact replica of his father, but with the femininity of his mother and shorter hair. His silver eye's swept the room and landed on Harry and a smile broke out on his face.
Harry began to smile back when he realized what had happened. Instantly he shot up of his back and dived over a nearby couch and buried his face in the cushion.
"Harry what's wrong?" He heard Lucius ask as he moved around to sit on the couch near Harry's feet.
Harry mumbled something but it was so distorted by the cushion that Lucius had to ask again.
"I said the boy smiled at me." Harry said as he rose from the chair and sat facing Lucius, careful to keep his eyes off any thing but the man in front of him.
Lucius chuckled and looked over his shoulder at the portrait of him and his family. "That's my son, Draco." He said fondly. "I'm sure you will get along great."
Harry stared at the portrait again where Draco was now pulling faces behind his fathers back. "Your son's a portrait?" Harry asked unbelieving.
Lucius lost it. Never had he laughed so much in his entire life. The look on Harry's face was priceless, such naivety.
"No Harry." He smiled after the laughed died down. "Draco is not a portrait. He is as real as you and I. That…" he said pointing to the picture on the wall "……is a portrait."
"B-but he's moving." Harry whispered innocently.
"You have much to learn Harry." Lucius said kindly. "In the wizarding world painting's move. There are many around the manor, some even talk." He finished.
"I've gone crazy haven't I?" Harry whispered to him self. "That or I'm dreaming."
"No Harry, you are very much sane, and very much awake." Lucius replied sympathetically.
"Well what about the roof?" Harry asked looking above him. The rabbit it seemed had now formed into an overly large cherry. The rest were just clouds.
"That too is like the paintings." Lucius remarked. "Enchanted, with a simple spell, to make it look real."
"Wow." Was all Harry could say.
"Come on Harry, I will show you to your room and you can shower." Lucius said as he rose from the couch, Harry following.
Harry followed Lucius out of what he assumed was a study and into what he again assumed was the entrance hall. It was massive. He was trying to calculate just how many of the Dursley's house he could fit in it before Lucius guided him up the mahogany staircase in front of them.
The house was huge. He knew there were over fifty bedrooms, Lucius had told him, but the house itself was just incredible. He would had to have guessed it to be as large as a four football fields, and at least six stories high, judging by the amount of staircases, even though they had only climbed two sets.
The smooth stone walls were lined with portraits. Every one with one or more silver haired occupants, obviously Lucius' ancestors and not only did they move and talk but it seemed that the boy, Draco, from down stairs was actually following them as they went. It freaked Harry out some what, but he couldn't help but laugh as the other occupants of the portraits fumed and fussed over the hyperactive boy running amuck in their canvases.
When they had been walking for around ten minutes Lucius stopped in front of a solid wood door and turned the handle.
The room, like the house, was huge. In the middle of the far wall sat a mahogany four poster bed with black silk sheets and silver bed hangings. The floor coated in rich green carpet. In the middle of the left wall was a stone fire place, flames and all. In front of the fire was a leather couch that could easily sit five people plus a matching chair to its side. Between the couch and the fire was a solid coffee table with black engravings of dragons on it.
To the right side of the room, closest to the door was a study desk, similar to the coffee table. Upon it sat rolls of parchment and what Harry could only guess was a quill, judging by the fact that it was an eagle feather sticking out of an ink pot. On the same side, closer to the bed sat a wardrobe and chest of draws, both the same as the study desk and coffee table. The wardrobe had black dragons engraved on it while the chest of draws had snakes.
Between the chest of draws and the study desk was another door.
"Through there," Lucius said after Harry had finished inspecting the room, "Is the bathroom. You should find towels, body wash, toothpaste and brush plus any thing else you need on the counter top. I will summon a house elf to bring you some of Draco's clothes to wear for the day."
"He won't mind?" Harry asked. "Your son I mean."
"Draco? God's no, I dare say he has too many clothes as it is." Lucius chuckled. "Besides it's only for a few hours, then we will go shopping."
Harry sighed and looked up to the man next to him. "This is too much." He said. "The house, the room, everything."
"Harry," Lucius said as he once again crouched down to Harry's height. "This is my family, my house. You are now part of that. You will be treated as a Malfoy. You will have every thing you want. Don't think on it. Be greedy. Just except that my wife and I will spoil you rotten." He finished with a smile.
Harry beamed at the older man. He couldn't help it; he wasn't use to having what ever he wanted.
"Thank you Lucius." He said appreciatively,
"No thanks necessary." Lucius said with another smile. "Your family and will be treated as such, now go have a shower or a bath and I will meet you back here in an hour and we will go have breakfast with my wife and Draco."
Harry nodded his head and began his way to the bathroom, before stopping and facing Lucius again. "What's a house elf?" He asked.
Harry nearly lost it when he saw the bathroom. He knew the house was big, he could tell that much just by his room, but the bath room was something else. The bath itself was the size of the bathroom back at privet drive, and was just there, in the middle of the floor, almost double Harry's height in depth. A count of sixteen golden faucets lined the far end of the bath and Harry couldn't help but wonder why someone would need so many.
The shower was tucked away in the corner. Tall, wide and very spacious. He figured that not only the Malfoy's and the Dursley's but also batty old Miss Figg could sit in there and have a tea party if they desired. There was four shower heads, gold like the taps. To the other side of the bath/pool was the counter top. Half length mirror's lined the entire side of the wall, stopping at counter height.
Upon the marble counter, as Lucius had said, was an assortment of toiletries. Body washes, soap's, toothbrushes and pastes, shampoos, hair products, and much more. Ignoring his gangly reflection in the mirror, Harry grabbed his towel and shampoo and proceeded over to the bath.
Each tap was the same, other then the two hot and cold ones, leaving Harry to wonder what the other fourteen were for. After he had turned the water on he studied the tap closest to him and proceeded to turn it.
A thick stream of green, apple scented, liquid poured out into the rapid filling bath, mixing with the water and filling the room with its scent as well as the bath with bubbles. He was amazed at how quick the bath had filled. Little over two minutes had passed and already the bath was full.
Stripping his clothes of, Harry gently lowered himself into the shallow end of the bath and began washing him self.
True to Lucius word, when Harry re-entered his room, sat upon his bed was a spare shirt, pants, shoes, socks and even boxer shorts.
Wrapped only in a towel, Harry continued drying his hair as his eyes lazily studied the room. It was very nice. Nicer then the Dursley's house. He wasn't use to this much space and figured it would take him a while to get use to it, and if what Lucius had said was true, he wouldn't be going any were for a long time.
He let his gaze sweep over the walls. There was only one painting there. It was meadow, some where in Ireland, he would have guessed, judging by the overly green grass. It was a rather simple painting, other then the boy sitting atop the hill. Harry stepped closer to the portrait and watched the painting. The boy seemed familiar and when he smiled and waved to Harry, it hit him.
He fell arse first onto the ground with an audible thumb. Standing up and rubbing his towel clad backside Harry scowled at the boy who seemed to be following him were ever he went. He only hoped that the real Draco wasn't that bad.
Making his way over to the bed Harry grabbed the clothes left out for him and proceeded to get changed in the bathroom away from prying eyes.
When Harry once again emerged from the bath room fully clothed he was greeted by the smiling form of Lucius Malfoy.
"I trust the bathroom was to your liking?" He asked kindly.
"Yes sir," Harry replied. "It was massive."
Lucius gave a low chuckle at the boy's enthusiasm. "Come now Harry, it is breakfast time. Time to meet the rest of the family."
"Is your son like his portrait?" Harry asked as the wondered down the hallways towards the dinging room.
"How so?" Lucius replied curiously.
"Well he keeps following me." Harry said as he caught sight of the blonde haired boy sneaking through a near by canvas.
Lucius gave another chuckle. "Don't worry about him Harry. It's in a portraits nature to be inquisitive. Once he knows you're here to stay he will get bored following you. The real Draco on the other hand won't." Lucius finished with a wink.
"Will they like me?" Harry asked sheepishly. "Your wife and son I mean."
"Of course Harry. My wife will adore you and Draco will probably talk your ear of the second you meet. Trust me; you have nothing to worry about." He finished as they made it, once again, into the entrance hall.
Lucius gave Harry's shoulder a quick squeeze as he opened the door to the dining room and proceeded to enter.
The dining room, like the rest of the room's, was huge. The table it self must have fit at least twenty people. The seat at the head of the table was empty, presumably Lucius', to his left sat the beautiful woman Harry had seen in the portrait, Lucius' wife, to Lucius' right was his son, Draco and to the seat next to him was a spare plate where Lucius guided him to and urged him to sit.
"Draco, Narcissa," Lucius informed, "I would like you both to meet Harry."
Narcissa stood up from the table a moved over to Harry to elope him in a hug. "It's great to finally have you here Harry." She whispered in his ear.
"Thank you ma'am." He said bashfully.
"Call me Cissa, or Narcy," She informed him, "What ever you prefer."
Harry just nodded to the women as she made her way back to her seat. Then he saw Draco, the real one this time. He was the exact copy of his painting that Harry couldn't help but look away and blush when he smiled.
"Father, what's wrong?" Harry heard Draco ask Lucius.
"Nothing son," Lucius assured, "It just seems that one of your paintings have been following young Harry around all morning." He finished with a giggle.
"Dad!" Draco shouted. "I asked you to make him stop doing that! He's such a brat."
"Well you know Draco," Lucius began, giving Harry, who had controlled himself, a wink, "that a wizard portrait reflects the personality of the one it was painted of."
"I am not a brat!" Draco pouted.
"Of course your not honey." Narcissa said to Draco in a soothing voice followed by Draco poking his tongue out at his father. Harry couldn't help but laugh at the display.
"I'm Draco by the way." Draco said as he turned his attention back to Harry. "Just ignore the other me."
"Ok," Harry said to the blonde. "I'm Harry."
Draco smiled widely at him and Harry couldn't help but once again blushing. He had never had a friend before in his life and even though Draco's portrait self was a bit weird, and maybe even the real Draco was just as weird, Harry couldn't help but feel that he would make his first true friend with Draco.
"Well," Lucius exclaimed happily, "now introductions are taken care of, time to eat." He finished with a clap of his hands as each plate in front of the four occupants filled themselves with an array of bacons, eggs, toasts and other assorted breakfast foods.
Even though Harry could tell it was a usual occurrence for the Malfoy's, he couldn't help but gasp as his plate filled it's self.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked him from his left.
"T-the food." Harry said in awe causing Draco to look at him inquiringly.
"Just more magic Harry." Lucius assured him, causing Draco's gaze to shift from Harry to his father.
"What do you mean father?" Draco asked. "Surely you ate the same way at you old house?" Draco asked Harry.
"Harry was raised by Muggles, Draco." Lucius told his son. "As of two hours ago, Harry had no idea that magic even existed." He finished followed by a solemn nod from Harry.
"Didn't know?" Draco asked confusedly. "How absurd! Do they even know who Harry Potter is?" He asked in a scandalized tone.
Lucius sighed as Harry asked Draco what he had meant by the comment.
"You don't know?" he asked Harry unbelieving. "You didn't tell him?" He asked his father accusingly.
"Draco darling," Narcissa soothed, "now is not the time."
"Not the time?" Draco shouted at his mother. "You haven't told him who he is!"
"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY!" Lucius shouted angrily at his son slamming his fist on the table. "Bite your tongue immediately. I have yet to tell Harry who he is for a very good reason. Only hours ago he left those dreadful Muggles only to find out he is a wizard, on top of all that he would be living with another family and have plenty of money. How much do you think he can handle in one day?" He finished.
Draco suddenly seemed embarrassed at being yelled at from his father and hastily apologized. "Sorry father. I didn't know"
Lucius sighed again at the sorry look on his son's face. "It's ok Draco," He said, patting the boy's hand. "You weren't to know."
"Lucius?" Harry asked as he watched the father/son display. "What did Draco mean?"
Lucius looked at Harry almost apologetic. "I didn't want to tell you right away, but I best do it before we go to Diagon Alley."
"Were going shopping?" Draco asked excitedly before he bent his head in shame at his father glare for interrupting. "Sorry." he mumbled.
"Didn't want to tell me what sir?" Harry asked a bit worriedly.
"The thing is, Harry, you're somewhat famous in the wizardry world." He explained followed by a snort from Draco and a warning from the blonde's mother.
"Famous?" Harry enquired. "How so? I mean, I've never been any were remotely magical."
"You were born into the magical world Harry." Lucius clarified. "Your parents, James and Lily Potter, were both a Wizard and Witch, two of the greatest of their time, and when they were murdered it was then you were sent to live with the muggles."
"Murdered?" Harry asked. "My parents weren't murdered. They died in a car crash." He finished worrying that Lucius had made a mistake and picked the wrong Harry Potter.
"Draco." Lucius warned as he saw the look of rage that flew across his sons face. "They did not die in a car crash Harry. They were murdered by Lord Voldemort on Halloween night ten years ago." He finished sadly.
"Voldemort?" Harry asked. "Why would some one want to kill my parents? And how does that make me famous?"
"From what I know, Harry, it was you that Voldemort wanted to kill, you're parents were just in the way."
"M-me?" Harry asked shocked. "Why would he want to kill me?"
"That, Harry, is unknown. But what I do know is that when he tried to use the killing curse on you, the one that he had killed countless others with, it somehow backfired and hit him instead. Killing him and making you the-boy-who-lived." Lucius finished,
Harry nodded dumbly at the explanation, even though he still could not get over the fact that he was famous for something he didn't even remember doing.
"Well," Narcissa exclaimed cheerfully from her seat. "I do think that is enough talk on that subject for now don't you think Lucius?" She finished with a stern look.
"Quite right dear." Lucius said. "I will explain more to you later Harry, but at least now you are forewarned for when we go to Diagon Alley."
"So we are going shopping!" Draco exclaimed in triumph causing the other three occupants at the table to chuckle merrily.
"I can't believe your dad bought me so much!" Harry exclaimed as he flopped down next to Draco on the bed in his room, his shopping bags lay scattered on the floor at his feet.
Draco just shrugged as he licked the chocolate off his fingers from the chocolate frog he had just consumed. A chocolate frog that actually moved to Harry's surprise.
It was true. Lucius had spent a fortune on Harry. He had bought him over thirty different shirts, pants, jumpers, jackets and shoes, as well as all new underwear, much to Harry's embarrassment.
Although it wasn't just the amount of clothes he had been given, it was the quality. Every single item that had been purchased was of the finest wizard standards, Draco had told him. From silk shirts, silk pajamas and underwear to Dragon hide boots and gold and silver threaded robes and no matter how many times Harry insisted that it was too much, Lucius and Narcy, as he had come to call her, had kept on spoiling him.
"Dad's always buying me stuff." Draco said with another shrug of his shoulders. "Any way, it's late; I should be going to bed." Draco finished as he stood from his spot on the mattress.
"Yeah, me too." Harry agreed. "I'll put all this away tomorrow." He finished as he too rose from the bed and eyed his many shopping bags on the floor.
Draco turned and smiled at him from the door. "Don't worry about them, the house elves will do it for you tonight. G'night." He ended with a yawn.
"Night." Harry replied as Draco left his room.
Once the blonde had left Harry rummaged through his new clothing and pulled out a pair of black silk pajamas and proceeded to the bath room to get changed. He refused to do so in his room because the 'portrait' Draco was still sat upon the hill. When he returned he yawned and pulled back the covers on his new bed and crawled in.
The low howling noise of the wind in the hallway to his room kept him from falling asleep. He had been laying there for more then twenty minutes and could not allow slumber to over come him. Back in Privet drive he had been contained by tight walls and a low ceiling, and now in his king sized bed, in a room the size of a chamber, he could not seem to get comfortable.
Slowly slipping out from under his covers he made his way over to the bed room door and peeked out. The hallway was pitch black and the only light noticeable was the soft glow coming out from under the door of the room adjacent his. Draco's room.
Softly closing his door behind him, Harry crept over the hallway and gently knocked on the other boy's door. After a moment he heard a light rustling sound followed by the door being opened slightly.
"Cant sleep?" Draco asked as he spotted Harry in his door way.
"Not really." Harry said shyly.
"Come in." Draco replied as he pulled the door open wider to allow Harry's small frame to enter.
Draco's room was very similar to Harry's own. He noticed that the glow from under the door he had seen was the fire in Draco's fire place burning away merrily.
"Might take you a while to get use to the noise the manor makes." Draco commented as he climbed under his comforter and pulled it down slightly and beckoned Harry to get in as well.
"Thanks." Harry said shyly as he climbed in beside the blonde. He hadn't figured out what he would accomplish by knocking on Draco's door, but at least now, with the extra presence next to him, he might be able to get some sleep.
"How do you cope with it?" Harry asked. "The noises I mean?"
"Use to it I guess." Draco shrugged as he turned to face Harry on his side. "I was born here remember."
"Yeah." Harry replied with a yawn, sleep already claiming him.
"Night Harry." Draco whispered as he leaned over and kissed Harry softly on the forehead.
"Night Draco." Harry replied as he drifted off into the darkness, Draco now following him.
Hehe, cuteness, oh well. Cya!