I'm a stalker.
Lucius stalked into Malfoy manor. He walked straight into his study smirking slyly and cunningly.
'Finally, I can get that bitch out of my house. Who knew my mate would be born a generation younger than me,' Lucius thought.
Lucius parents had married him off thinking his mate was dead. Lucius shifted through his desk drawer for the marriage papers.
'Yes they seem to be corrected,' Lucius sighed, at least his parents weren't dumb enough to trap me in a loveless marriage.
Lucius walked back to the front door. He set the wizarding alarm system, Narcissa would never be allowed in his house again.
Lucius felt a sharp pain in his chest, he grimaced, then straightened up.
'Time to get my mate. I've let him wonder free too long,' Lucius thought as he walked out of the apparition perimeters.
Lucius apperated at the end of privet drive, he snarled at the similar housed. He looked down at his watch; it was 7:30. Lucius stalked to number 4 and knocked on the door.
A portly whale looking man answered the door. Vernon gave the man a once over. This man was obviously important.
"What can I help you with sir," Vernon asked.
"I'm here to pick up Mr. Potter and his things. I'm here to take him off your hands," Lucius said business like to the whale-man.
Mr. Dursley swelled, "I hope you shit-can him from that school of his this time. Everything is in his trunk."
Dursley went upstairs and fetched the boy's things.
"The boy is in the backyard," Vernon said leaving for the upstairs.
'Good,' Lucius thought as he shrank his mates trunk, 'The whale will stay out of my way.'
Lucius walked through the kitchen to the backyard. Harry was standing there smelling a rose that was in bloom with a smudge of dirt on his face.
Harry's eyes lifted to the back door thinking his uncle was checking on his work. Harry's eyes widened as he looked to see Lucius.
'Not good, I can't use magic yet, I'm not 17 yet,' Harry thought.
Lucius walked towards his mate the scent was so enticing and was bringing out the Veela in him.
'Your mate, Lucius, you've waited to long for this. He's there for the taking. Just take him...capture...love...mate...' Lucius inner voice said.
Harry backed away as Lucius came closer. He did not like the look in his eyes. Harry turned and ran into the woods behind the privet drive house.
Harry swerved around trees with his seeker talent. Scratches littered his face; arms and his feet were bloody from being barefoot. Harry tripped wincing as he felt his ankle sprain. Harry looked around.
'I've been running for fifteen minutes. I've definitely lost him. Harry turned around as a flock of birds rousted from their nests.
Lucius walked through the trees. His mate was somewhere, hut and alone in this thick wood.
'Once I find you Harry you will not be allowed out of the manor without me. How do you get into so much trouble,' Lucius thought, frustrated.
He came upon him in a clearing.
"Harry you must really stop running off like this. I only want to protect you," Lucius stated just as Harry collapsed into a dead faint.