Disclaimer: Hm…nope don't own anything except my pens. Great.
Disclaim her: (giggles)…bubbles…(laughs hysterically)
Note: Yeah, so people are out-of-character. So what? It's my story. I'll do what I want with it.
People currently out of character: Draco, Lucius, Voldemort, and Harry.
Minor note: This is the last time I'm giving warning that Narcissa is no longer alive. Get over it.
"speech" 'thoughts'
Chapter 2: Meeting
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The train station was alive with noise and it was hard to be heard through the ruckus. So it was probably a small miracle that Lucius heard his name called over the underlying racket.
"Lucius!" The blond turned at the sound of his name and looked for the person who had called. His gaze fell upon a young teen with unruly black hair and startling emerald eyes that gave the impression that they were glowing. His features softened momentarily and he broke into a half smile.
"Hello, Harry."
"You seem more relaxed than usual, Lucius. Did you go and play with some woman?" Harry said absently, brushing back hair that snapped back into the place it had been before once he let it go.
"No, I did not. Today is just better than most days. I have heard that you have graduated. Would that be with high honors as well?" Lucius almost sneered.
"Yes, and I have heard that you left your son alone on the most important day of his life. How did that go?" Harry said quite maliciously and revealed an excessive amount of teeth in his smile a second later.
"I haven't spoken to him yet and the only reason I did not attend was because I had work to finish." Lucius glanced away.
"Don't lie. Please don't look me straight in the eye and tell me you had work to do when you were at the manor. And don't lie to him about what you were doing. You mustn't isolate yourself from him. He is the only one left that truly cares for you for who you are. You know that."
"I know you know much Harry, but if you continue to speak to me in that manner I will be forced to hurt you. I am not a child, and will not be spoken to as if I happened to be one. You are young and you need to respect your elders to a point.
There was a silence where Harry idly picked at one of his fingernails until Lucius spoke once again. "Where is He? Hasn't He arrived yet?"
"He has, and He is coming towards us I speak."
"Right you are, Mr. Potter." Slender, well-toned arms slid around Harry's waist and he smiled peacefully.
"As are you, Tom."
"My Lord."
"Lucius, is it true you abandoned your son on his graduation day?"
"I did no such thing!"
"Don't raise your voice, it attracts attention."
"But I thought we wanted people to notice-" Harry began.
"We do, but not so they suspect Lucius or Draco."
"Sorry."
"There is no need to apologize Harry." The man said softly to the boy.
"My Lord, will you be requiring my services later?"
"No…not yet anyways…where is your son?"
"Hm? Oh, he should be here right by now. I wonder what is taking him so long…" Lucius said glancing in the direction of the train.
"Is that him? He looks…different somehow."
"I agree. Lucius, what did you do to him?"
"What? I did not touch him my Lord!"
"As you say…well, we must be off, there is so much to do in so little time. Give my regards to your son." The man slipped his hand into Harry's and as they left sight of the train station, they Disapparated with a sharp crack.
Lucius shook his head wearily and caught sight of his son muttering to himself as he walked toward his father.
"Draco, please to not dawdle, you are wasting my time." Lucius said when his son was close enough to hear him. Draco hurriedly looked up and rushed over to where his father was standing.
"I am sorry father."
"I do not wish to hear any of your excuses, they have lost their worth."
"Yes, sir."
"What is wrong with you? You seem deluded."
"Nothing, father. Nothing at all."
"So you tell me."
"I am not lying!" Draco said, eyes widening as he realized what Lucius was implying.
"To me?"
"Yes." The younger Malfoy lowered his eyes. "To you."
"Do not disrespect me. Stand up straight and tall, like a Malfoy should."
"Yes father."
Lucius narrowed his eyes and lifted the younger's chin with a forefinger. Draco met his gaze and Lucius saw that his eyes were pained, but also rather empty, and it almost disturbed the blond at the change in his son. Draco continued to look at his father until Lucius turned, brushing white-blond hair over his shoulder.
"Come Draco. We're leaving."
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A.O.T.I.F.: And yet another reposted chapter because the one that was in this one's place sucked. Thank you for reading and kindly please review. My self confidence has reached a new all time low.
