A/N: Someone pointed out that Harry wouldn't kill Lucius, and they are right. Darn you people for being so perceptive. :D anyway, also, remember, my bestest friend wrote that chapter, so it really isn't my style. Anyway, I'm taking over from now on, except for a few random chapters she insists on writing.
Harry looked up as Severus drew his wand, leveling it at Harry. "Oh well, I really didn't want to do this, but, stupefy." Harry said, causing Severus to fall to the floor. Harry wielded his knife over Lucius's collarbone, and poured a purple potion into it, causing it to heal, and give Lucius breasts and a more feminine face.
Draco did the same to his lover, and they started laughing. "Tell me why we didn't just stupefy Luce." "Cuz it isn't as fun." Harry said, spelling Lucius into a standing position.
"Now, sweet revenge." Harry said, transfiguring Lucius's clothing into a miniskirt and a bikini top. He turned to Narcissa.
"Cissa, Do your stuff." He said, and Narcissa spent three minutes doing his makeup. They did the same for Severus, and took a few photos. Then, they woke them up. They looked at each other, then themselves, and screamed and ran into the bathrooms, emerging about fifteen minutes later, looking normal.
"That wasn't nice." Lucius remarked. "So? It was retribution for all the times you tried to kill me." Harry said, and Lucius kissed him softly on the lips.
"If that's all your revenge…" Lucius said, trailing off meaningfully. "Not now, Hon." Harry said sweetly, and he wandered out of the kitchen to his study to write a letter.
"Hmm…that was odd, quite out of character for him." Lucius remarked, and Narcissa nodded. "I think something's really bothering him." Narcissa added.
Harry was upset. No one seemed to care he was gone. He knew they wouldn't, but it still hurt. And while the prank on Lucius was fun, it didn't distract from the fact that he didn't matter to the Order anymore.
It was so totally out of character to ignore them like he had, but he felt awful and didn't what to be around them. But he was just so angry, and so hurt, and he was about to implode with the high emotional voltage running through his veins (I read something that in one of my psychology textbooks. A high voltage of emotion).
Harry knew that Lucius was worried about him, and Harry felt bad for causing that feeling. He vowed to himself to perk up and apologise for his rude behavior. Setting himself in a determined stance, he left the room and walked to the living room, where Lucius and Narcissa were talking.
He forced a smile onto his face and walked behind Lucius. Hey." He said with cheer, wincing internally at how fake his voice sounded. Apparently, Narcissa noticed as well, because she walked forward and hugged him.
"What's wrong?" She asked gently, and Harry managed to say "Nothing you need to worry about Mrs. Malfoy." He answered, and Narcissa stashed that information away for later.
"All, right, but if you want to talk, I'll listen." She said, knowing that he would never do that. Harry just inclined his head.
Lucius stared at the small teen standing just to the right of him, noting how guarded his eyes were, and how false his mask was. He vowed to fix it at first chance.
Harry, on his part, knew that Lucius knew how fake he was at that moment. He could sense it. So he sat on the sofa across from them and settled down to take a nap.
As soon as he was deeply asleep, Lucius stood, and lifted Harry's head and torso, settling himself before resting Harry's head on his lap and carding his hands through his hair, staring at the peaceful expression, which didn't stay peaceful for long.
Harry's face contorted, and he writhed, as if in pain. His legs clamped together, and he bit his lips to keep from making any noise. Lucius watched in concern, putting two and two together and getting four, understood the nightmare.
Harry, meanwhile was trapped in a memory of life at his uncle's house. He remembered being exposed, and the pain, and the grunts and murmurings about how tight he was ad how he was a good boy. He unconsciously tightened his legs, and bit his lip to keep the screams in his throat.
He remembered the feeling of being dirty when Vernon spilled his seed into the tiny nine-year-old. Harry didn't relax after Vernon left, and he came into awareness slowly. He felt the hand in his hair, and he flinched, before noticing that it felt nice, and the hand wasn't yanking it.
He opened his eyes to look into relieved silver, belonging to the Malfoy line. Upon closer inspection, he realised it was Lucius. He felt mortification as Lucius had likely seen his moment of weakness. Maybe now he would finally see how screwed up he really was, and leave him. At least Harry would not be as attached to him as he would be after a while longer. He looked into the eyes, searching for the telltale disgust, finding none.
Lucius seemed to understand whet he was looking for, and he spoke. "Harry, love, he raped you, didn't he?" he asked gently, getting his answer when Harry broke down.
"I'm dirty. You should leave before you get contaminated." He sobbed, trying to wriggle free of Lucius's arms. Lucius wouldn't let go. "You couldn't get rid of me." He whispered, kissing Harry's jaw. He pulled Harry onto his lap, licking Harry's ear.
"But I'm DIRTY!" he exclaimed, and Lucius shook his head. "You are not dirty, Love, I know you aren't." He said. It seemed to placate Harry a bit. "Are you all right?" Lucius asked Harry, who seemed to be teetering on the edge of a breakdown. Whether it would be emotional or mental, he didn't know, and would rather not find out.
Narcissa, who was behind the two, covered her mouth with both hands as Harry slept. When he woke and started talking, she gave a silent gasp, and she vowed right then and there that she would love him like her own son.
I just hope he isn't so broken we can't put him back together again.
A/N: poor Harry. Well, now you know what exactly went on in that house, and Narcissa is gonna love him…good for Harry. Lucius has a major role, just so you know. I have a new story idea, and I need to know what you think.
I was thinking about De-aged Harry and Draco or De-aged Sevvie, but has anyone seen a de-aged Lucius or a de-aged Ron? I was thinking on doing a spell gone wrong for Lucius, and he would be given to Harry, who would be 17. Now, I read a good fiction by Sensibly Tainted called Growing Pains, and I'm borrowing the 1 week 1 year thing. But, the problem would be that Harry would have to deal with a older than him Lucius in a few weeks…so they enlist Severus's help. I wouldn't post this story until I finish one of my other stories, of course.
Does it sound like something you people would read? Tell me in a review.