A/N: I'm enjoying writing this story. I quite like putting Snape and co. in uncomfortable positions. *grins* Advice on Harry's pairing would be appreciated. Someone suggested Voldemort, which had crossed my mind, but as Snape thinks of him as a parent, and Snape is Harry's parent, it seems weird. He's 70 years old and looks like a snake, as well. What do people think about a trio 'ship? Two mates for our lovely Grey Veela.

The One With Lucius Malfoy

Snape shook himself, and then turned to Harry. "Pack your trunk. We may be gone a while."

Harry felt torn. He did not want to leave his friends, but the idea of staying here made him feel sick.

He didn't look at Snape as he nodded and walked out of the office. Snape followed closely behind. Once at the bottom of the stairs, the professor paused and called, "Harry?" He stopped, turning to look at his father. "What is it?"

Harry just shook his head. He could not explain to a man like Snape how much his friends meant to him.

They walked to the Gryffindor tower in silence. Though his head was bowed and he was staring at the floor, not quite seeing, he could feel Snape's eyes on him the whole way. Snape left him at the portrait with instructions to not leave the common room without him. Snape would return to collect Harry.

Harry walked into the common room. Seeing the room was empty, Harry assumed that classes were still in. It felt like days since the potions lesson this morning, but must have been less than 2 hours. It would be lunch soon.

Harry packed his trunk dejectedly. Once done, he looked around his room feeling nothing but sadness. Dumbledore may have tricked him into feeling like Hogwarts was his home, but it did not change the fact that it had become just that. His friends had become his family, and Harry choked on the idea that he may not see Ron and Hermione for a long time. If at all. Hermione at least was a Muggleborn. The Dark Lord's prime target.

Harry vowed to himself that he would do everything in his power to protect his two best friends.

He shrunk his trunk before casting a featherweight charm on it and putting it in his robe pocket. He walked down to the common room to see Snape already waiting for him. He looked at Harry with what could only be described as concern, but did not say anything, instead motioning for Harry to follow him. When they walked past the great hall, Harry stopped and looked in. He spotted Ron and Hermione immediately. Both looked worried, and were eating silently. Ginny, Harry noticed, kept throwing them looks.

"This isn't good bye Harry. You will see them again." Harry looked up to Snape, eyes wide and having been figured out. He then nodded and followed Snape out to the edge of the Apparition wards.

They Apparated to what Harry instantly thought was a castle. At closer inspection Harry realised it was just a very big house. A large grey building with castle-like windows showing the building had 4 floors. Harry counted the windows along the top – 10 windows. That made a lot of bedrooms. The castle was dark, giving it an evil appearance, but the gardens were beautiful and Harry could imagine spending a lot of time outside in them. Large expanses of green surrounded a waterfall that was situated directly in front of what looked to be the front door, if it could be described as such. It was a door twice as tall as any person, and just as wide, with an imposing dark finish that would be intimidating for any mere mortal.

Including Harry.

"Welcome to Malfoy Manor." Snape sneered out the welcome, disgust and a little regret in his tone.

Harry looked to his father, eyes wide. "This is the Malfoy home? This is where Draco Malfoy grew up?" Harry thought of the tiny cupboard he had grown up in.

"Yes, this is but one of the Malfoy homes, but it is where the Malfoy's currently reside. It is where you should have grown up, Harry. You are an heir as well."

His tiny cupboard flashed into his mind again and Harry suddenly felt sick. Very sick. He must have looked it too, because a potion was suddenly thrust into his hand. "Drink."

Harry did not hesitate. The potion was thrown back – tasted like strawberries, Harry noticed with slight amusement – and instantly felt better. "Thank you."

"Harry, while I am sure the Dark Lord will not try to hurt you, it would be unwise to annoy him. Please try to hold your tongue." Snape looked at Harry with a knowing look, and Harry realised that was probably good advice. Voldemort did not have to help them, he realised.

As they walked up the path leading to the Manor house, Harry looked around at the garden. He spotted many different types of flowers and plants, all different colours but not too much as to be tawdry. There was a lot of grass - deep rich green that Harry had never seen in such large quantities. Obviously the Malfoy's liked to keep their lawns nice.

Beside him, Snape hissed under his breath, causing Harry to look up at him. Snape was looking straight ahead and Harry followed his line of sight to see one Lucius Malfoy staring down his nose at them.

His father.

Harry suddenly wondered why Snape seemed to dislike him so much. Every time his name was mentioned, the professor sneered and he had hinted many times that they were no longer together. Harry knew Lucius was married to Narcissa Malfoy, but Harry also knew that Veela had mates and Harry knew that Lucius and Snape were mates. That usually meant an unbreakable relationship since Veela needed their mates to survive.

The thought scared Harry, who found himself determined to find out two things – what happened between his two fathers, and more about Veela since apparently the information they learned in class was not all true.

As they approached, Harry noticed the look of disgust on Lucius' face was growing, but he wasn't just looking at Harry. Snape was receiving equal amounts of hostility.

"Snape, Potter. Finally decided to join the Dark Lord then, Potter. Or were you forced here against your will." Lucius glared at Snape casing Harry to glare at Lucius.

"We are here to speak to the Dark Lord about a private matter that does not concern you, Lucius." Harry snorted before he could stop himself, and then shuffled his feet a little when Snape turned to glare at him. It held none of his previous dislike, however, so Harry wasn't worried.

Lucius merely glared at them both and turned to lead the way.

Harry looked around the Manor while he was led to Voldemort. The halls were cold and unforgiving, with grey stone walls and portraits dotted around. These portraits were all Malfoys, Harry could tell. They all looked the same, and glared at him and Snape as they travelled. There was nothing homely about this place, but Harry could not bring himself to feel glad he did not grow up here.

Anything was better than a box under the stairs, right?

They walked through a set of double doors into a large room with a throne. Harry didn't really see anything other than the man sat on it. Voldemort. Face blank, red eyes staring intently at Harry. Harry noticed that the man's skin was no longer white, but human coloured. His face still resembled a reptile though, making Harry shiver. He would not show fear in front of Voldemort, however.

"Severus, you've brought me a gift."

Snape kneeled before the man. "My Lord, I request permission to speak to you in private."

Harry looked at Lucius, who sneered at Snape's back. Voldemort nodded. "Leave, Lucius." Harry watched the man walk out of the door and close it behind him. A ward seemed to rise over the door when it closed.

"Severus, you should get to the point. I was about to call a meeting." Snape stood and walked closer to Voldemort's throne.

Harry listened to Snape's version of the story with rapt attention, anger rising in him again. Harry could hear the rage present in Snape's voice as well. He watched Voldemort's expression and saw he looked furious at Dumbledore's actions. This made Harry feel better, if only slightly.

"Very well. And the reason you asked Lucius to leave? He is your mate, is he not?"

Snape hesitated. Harry wondered if he would finally find out the truth. "We have not been on speaking terms since before Draco was born."

"Yes, I had noticed. Regardless, he will need to be told Severus. He will be needed to reverse the affects of the potion on his son."

Harry watched as Snape flinched. He felt pity for the man who obviously wanted nothing to do with his mate.

"Hally!" Voldemort snapped. A house elf appeared immediately, asking what it could do for it's 'Dark Master'. "Bring Lucius back here."

Once the house elf was gone, Harry looked towards his father noting his appearance. He was looking pale and worried, which concerned Harry. Part of him was looking forward to the confrontation, however. Not only would he find out something more about what happened between the Veela, but he could also throw in Lucius' face that he had tried to kill his son at least twice. Not that he would actually say that to the man, but he knew Lucius would be thinking it.

Harry turned to the doors to see Lucius enter looking smug. Harry was looking forward to that look being knocked off his face. He was an infuriating man, just like his son. Apparently Draco and Lucius had the same ability to piss Harry off no matter what.

Snape was not looking at him, though. Snape was looking anywhere but at the people in the room.

After the door was closed and Lucius had joined the two, Voldemort spoke. "Lucius. Harry is yours and Severus' son. It would seem Dumbledore is an even bigger fool than first thought. He switched two babies at birth to give the light an advantage."

Lucius turned to look at Snape, who was still looking at anything but the people in the room. He sneered at the potions professor looking completely unbothered by the revelation, asking accusingly. "How do you know he is mine, my Lord?"

Harry's mouth dropped, and Snape stiffened. He turned to look at Lucius with a deathly glare, "Excuse me?" he hissed, tone poisonous.

"How many other people were you screwing around that time, Snape? It could be anyone's child."

"Harry is not an 'It', he is your son and you will treat him as such!" Lucius merely sneered, glaring at Harry. "I was never unfaithful, Lucius."

"Do not lie, Snape. This is not mere hearsay. I saw you with another man." A betrayed looked passed through Lucius' eyes before the disgust replaced it. Snape merely looked confused. Harry couldn't explain why - perhaps it was his knowledge of Veela relationships – but he knew Snape had never done what Lucius was accusing him of. It suddenly became clear why the two had not spoken in 16 years, however. Harry wondered why this had never been spoken of, why Snape had never been given a chance to explain himself.

"You will show us Lucius." Harry turned wide-eyed to Voldemort, before his gaze turned to his father, who looked horrified.

Malfoy walked towards Voldemort, who had conjured what looked like a Pensieve. Lucius placed his wand to his temple and a memory was pulled from his mind.

"Must we do this in front of Harry, My Lord?" Snape was stood stiffly; looking unsure about what he was about to see. Harry was wondering the same thing – he had no desire to see his father intimate with anyone.

"Thought you had nothing to worry about, Severus? You were never unfaithful, remember." The tone was condescending, and Harry's hand tightened into a fist. He wanted to knock that smug smirk from the blonde's face, but instead just glared fiercely.

Voldemort cast a spell on the Pensieve, causing a memory to play like a hologram in the air. Harry was impressed, although a little sickened at the thought they would all see what Lucius had seen.

Harry watched as Lucius walked through a hallway and then turned to a door with the number 2 on it. It looked like the Leaky Cauldron. Lucius whispered a word that Harry assumed was a password. The door swung open. "Mate?" he called to the empty room. A noise was heard from the adjoining room, causing Lucius to follow the sound. The door was opened, and inside was a bed.

Harry immediately looked away. Being the curious type, it didn't last long and his gaze was immediately back on the two in the bed. Harry watched the movements – it was obvious from behind what they were doing. The man on top leaned down, Harry assumed to kiss the man below. The body below writhed on the bed, before his head fell to the side.

It was Snape. He had his eyes closed and was obviously very naked. Harry did not recognise the man on top, but he had Snape's arms above his head. Harry's gaze went back to Snape's face and he was horrified to see tears running down the man's cheeks. It wasn't long, seconds perhaps, before a choked sob was heard and Lucius ran from the room. Harry saw Lucius look away and fold his arms over his chest. The man could pretend he didn't care, but 16 years later he was still affected by the vision.

Harry's attention went to Snape when the man screamed and bent over. The scream was full of fear and pain, before he collapsed to his knees. Harry rushed over to him to stop his from falling flat on his face. He knelt down in front of the man and held him up. Snape was breathing heavily and erratically, and Harry could feel the man shaking.

Harry knew what he'd seen. He wondered how Lucius had allowed himself to be tricked so easily.

"You are an idiot, Malfoy." Harry snarled, glaring at the man. Lucius looked uncomfortable under his gaze, but met it head on standing up straight.

"Just proving a point, Potter."

"Yes; that you jump to conclusions. I've always been told that Malfoy's were smart." Harry felt a hand cover his own and heard Snape mutter a soft, "Harry, stop. Please."

But Harry couldn't ignore the fact that Lucius was part of the reason everything went wrong. "Did you not notice that he was crying? Did you not notice that he wasn't even conscious during that memory?" He yelled, unable to hold back his anger and frustration.

"What happened, Severus?" Voldemort actually sounded nice for once.

Snape merely shook his head, looking at the floor. Harry hadn't seen him so pale – he looked grey.

"Severus, stand." Harry helped the man to his feet. He was still shaking, but he seemed to be ok on his feet. "Legilimens!"

Harry shouted, "No!" before he really knew what he was saying. Voldemort ignored him of course. Snape allowed Voldemort to shuffle through his memories; Harry knew that Snape could throw the man off if he really wanted to.

Harry stood back and watched. He realised he was breathing heavily and that he should probably calm himself down before he ended up having a panic attack. It wouldn't be the first – he'd ended up having one during the summer. Luckily, Molly Weasley was there to tell him what was happening, and inform him he wasn't dying.

When Voldemort dropped his wand, Harry looked to make sure Snape was OK. His complexion was the same – he was sickly pale grey and had his eyes closed. Harry touched his arm, ignoring the flinch that ran through his entire body. He must have known it was Harry because he allowed the touch. Harry noticed Snape was shaking even more violently than before. Harry wanted to calm the man somehow, but didn't know what to do or if he would even be accepted.

"My Lord, what did you see?" Lucius seemed unsure now, as though he was suddenly questioning what had happened and whether or not he made a monumental mistake. At least, that's what Harry hoped he felt.

"He was raped. Quite violently, it would seem. You of all people should know how painful it is for a Veela to be with someone other than their mate. He was forced, which made it all the more painful. The rapist had leant down to kiss him, which sent Severus over his pain threshold and caused him to faint. That is why he had his eyes closed. When it was over, Severus tried to escape but Dumbledore came in and obliviated him to stop him from explaining himself to you. If he had no memory of the act, he'd have no idea what to protect himself from." Voldemort seemed to growl, and Harry understood the man was furious with Dumbledore for allowing someone to rape one of this most loyal followers. "Seeing the memory you produced broke the spell Dumbledore cast. Quite impressive really, part of his Veela powers no doubt."

Apart from his anger towards Dumbledore, Voldemort told this story as though he was explaining the weather. Harry felt disgust towards the man. He should have been feeling something other than boredom at the situation. Harry figured the man really was a sadistic bastard.

Dumbledore had done this. He had done this to cause Lucius and Snape to separate. Together they were stronger than apart. Harry supposed this was one of the reasons Snape turned spy. He had no reason not to. Regardless, if Malfoy had not fallen for it, he would have been at Harry's birth.

Harry turned to Lucius to see the man looked horrified. His mouth was opening and closing as though he wanted to say something but knowing words would never be enough. Harry glared at the man, snarling, "Don't you dare try and apologise!"

Everyone looked at Harry then, but Harry had eyes for only Lucius. "This is all your fault. You should have known! A Veela cannot betray his mate! If you had just talked to him about it, you would have known that nothing happened. Then you would have been there. You should have been there! If you had been there, you could have protected me. That is your job, you should have protected me!"

Harry felt himself hyperventilating again. "I need air; I'm going to be sick." Harry knew he was being dramatic, but walked towards the door anyway. He tugged on the handle but the door did not budge.

Frustration caught up with him. All of the anger, pain, and betrayal resurfaced. He pounded on the door with his arms and hands, probably creating large bruises but not caring. "Let me out!" He screamed. His head fell to the door, his arms in the position they had been when he had last hit the door, and his strength left him. He leant heavily on the door, and whispered, "Please let me out!"

"Potter, get back here. We still have a potion to reverse!" Voldemort snapped, but his tone lacked the normal hate Harry was accustomed to. He felt a hand on his shoulder. Harry automatically turned and fell into the arms of his father. The man was still shaking, so Harry wrapped arms around the man's waist, attempting to comfort him. They stood there for seconds before Voldemort cleared his throat.

"I am not a patient man, as you well know. This potion will be reversed now, and then I will call the inner circle. Dumbledore must be dealt with."

"My Lord, Draco. He will vulnerable at the school. Dumbledore could easily use him against us to get Potter back." Harry felt alarmed. Not because of Draco, but because Ron and Hermione would be much larger targets.

"This is true, Lucius. I will have someone collect Draco from school and have him brought home." Lucius seemed to sag with relief a little. This surprised Harry, the man had always seemed very uncaring and Harry had always wondered if the man cared anything for his son.

"What about Ron and Hermione? They are much bigger targets; he knows I would do anything to protect them." Harry ignored the pleading in his tone.

Voldemort hissed. "I will not protect a Mudblood and blood traitor, Potter."

Harry had to think quickly. "You know the prophecy. You will be unbeatable with me on your side. If my friends are harmed, I will not stop until you are destroyed." Harry glared at the man, uncaring of the fact he was acting suicidal at the moment. Snape didn't seem of the same mind because he had grabbed onto Harry and was holding him tightly as if preparing to bolt. "I have no doubt that my father would do anything to protect me, as well. Being Veela and all."

Voldemort raised an eyebrow, but seemed more amused that pissed. "Very well, they will be brought here too."

Harry hadn't expected that, and felt unsure as to how happy the two would be when they found out. But he would rather they were protected.

Harry nodded, relaxing into his father's arms again. "Thank you."

Harry watched as Voldemort called a House elf and asked it to collect the three students from the school, with their trunks packed.

Harry stiffened when Snape leaned down and whispered into his ear, "Do not scare me like that again Harry."

Harry felt a little guilty, knowing what the man had been through today. "I'm sorry. They are the most important people in the world to me. I cannot lose them. But I will hold my tongue in the future."

Snape tightened his hold on Harry, "That is all I can ask from you, I suppose."

Harry smiled as he turned back to Voldemort, preparing himself to become a Veela.