Revised
Title: The Life I Now Lead
Rating: M – Due to the adult themes involved and mentions of sex and violence.
Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance, Angst. SLASH!
Summary: Harry has moved away from his old life and is trying to get on away from the world he once knew.
Word Count: 1681
Disclaimer: I don't own it. Seriously.
Pairings: LM/HP. DM/AU. HG/RW
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A/N: Very sorry about the long delay. I don't really have a reason for it… I could lie… I got engaged though! Maybe that's a reason? No? Holiday to Florida? Flu? Hospital visits? Okay I have a number of reasons also I have an original story and an RP that's been going. Sorry guys! If you review and want some sort of email of an update just leave a note on the review or email me at Im not even gonna pretend to have an update schedule. I'll try for one next week but it is coming up to Christmas and all. Thank you to all the reviewers. You really do inspire me. Also, this is the non betaed version. I aint got time for betas!
I have seen birth. I have seen death.
Lived to see a lover's final breath
Do you see my guilt? Should I feel all right?
Is the fire of hesitation burning bright?
And if you want to talk about it once again,
On you I depend. I'll cry on your shoulder.
You're a friend.
James Blunt
CryThe rain battered against the window, a tropical storm moved over the island through the night. Lucius lay awake listening to the rain upon the window of his and Harry's room. Harry lay beside him, sleeping restlessly, not because of the weather, usually the weather didn't bother the black haired boy.
Tonight Lucius knew his lover would not have an easy sleep. Having planned on a quiet day, it had not transpired when Draco and Anne returned from Severus' hearing with the news that the bastard had escaped.
Harry had gone quiet when hearing the news, doing what he always used to do and keeping all the venom inside. Lucius knew it pointless to prod at the festering anger in Harry, it would come forth when it was good and ready, all he could do was wait and be there for him when it did.
He tossed and turned, Lucius sighed and moved to hold him, he spoke quietly in his ear. "Shh love…"
Harry moaned loudly in sleep, tears ran from his eyes. Lucius gently wiped the tears away, knowing that waking him would be pointless as he always fell back into nightmares again. He had to wake on his own.
Harry jerked awake, he looked up at Lucius who held him. He closed his eyes and buried his head in Lucius' chest, sobbing quietly. Lucius ran his hand through Harry's hair, soothing him softly, "It's alright Harry, I'm here."
He sobbed hard, holding onto Lucius as he cried. Slowly the tears began to subside and he spoke softly, asking one word. "Why?"
Lucius sighed softly, running his hand through his young lovers hair. "Because life is unfair Harry… there is no 'why'… it just is. Go back to sleep… I'll watch over you, you know that…"
Harry nodded and settled against Lucius and fell back into a more restful sleep. After watching him until the break of dawn he slowly let himself fall asleep.
Halfway across the island, Draco stood on the balcony of his and his wife's bedroom. His eye patch sat beside him on the small table and he held a small glass of wine having not slept at all the night before.
His mind raced about the day before. Could he have stopped Severus escaping? Why weren't those men detected? Why weren't the Aurors there to stop them?
A voice asked softly from behind him, filled with sleep.
"How long have you been up?"
Draco turned to see his wife standing leaning against the door leading out into the balcony. His clothes damp from the earlier tropical storm he smiled a little, knowing the storm ended a good while before.
"Not really sure…" he turned his head, conscious of the fact he didn't have his eye patch on. Anne moved towards him and turned his head to face her gently. "I've told you before about that eye… you don't have to hide it, not from me."
Her hand raised and gently caressed his cheek below his damaged eye. He nodded a little and spoke quietly, "Its just… memories are strong today… it was Severus who…" he sighed and looked out across the water logged countryside which was just beginning to warm up in the Florida morning sun.
Anne nodded, "I know my love… I'm sure the aurors will track him down… Tonks will find him I'm sure after the strife he caused her and the others."
"I hope they find him soon." Draco said, now looking at his wife again, his eye full of worry beyond his years. "Harry… I worry about him. How he'll cope if he doesn't get caught."
Anne sighed and rubbed Draco's arm gently, "Don't talk like that… have a little faith my love…" she paused, unsure of wither to divulge the information she was about to…
"Faith? About what?"
Anne smiled at her husband and took his hand, placing it on her stomach, "Your family needs you Draco. It is growing after all…"
Draco looked at her surprised, "But… we only… that was fast." He smiled brightly, all thoughts now on his wife and his young family. Anne smiles and took Draco's hand, he set the glass of wine down on the small table outside beside his eyepatch and she pulled him inside.
"You need to sleep." She said simply, Draco merley smiled again and followed her to bed.
Hermione sat at the breakfast table in her and Ron's house. Her head hurt, her stomach was sore with nerves and she hadn't slept well the night before. Ron had slept like a log beside her, snoring his head off.
She smiled faintly recalling all the times Harry had complained about Ron's snoring. The other Gryffindor boys teased him about it, Seamus called him 'Foghorn Leghorn' out of the Muggle cartoon that she had so often watched as a child.
She often took her three children over to her mum's to watch cartoons, she thought it was sad that magical children didn't have cartoons the way the muggle children did. Tara and Samantha loved Tom and Jerry but Alexander was more into 'teenage mutant ninja turtles'. He vowed to find a way to do that same appearance magically.
Her boy was growing up fast, he was ready for school, had all his things, his robes, his books, cauldron and such. Hermione remembered going to get her own things with her parents… It was so exciting, like a grand adventure. Little did she know that it was just the beginning of her grand adventure that fine summers day.
"Mum?" Hermione looked over at the door where Tara stood. She smiled softly, "Come here Tara."
Taea walked over to her mother, she was small for her age, had brown hair like she figured most of her children would have. Tara was seven this year; she was quite shy but very smart. She sat up in her mothers knee and she sighed gently, "I can't sleep mum… I keep having bad dreams."
Hermione sighed softly, Tara was prone to nightmares. She didn't know why she did but every time Hermione was stressed it was like she could sense it and felt a portion of what she felt. She stood, lifting her daughter.
"I'll take you upstairs and tuck you back in and lay with you till you fall asleep… do you like that idea?"
Tara smiled, "Can you read me a story?"
Hermione smiled softly, "Of course pet…"
Lucius stood downstairs waiting on Draco coming over. Anne had a painting commission to finish and someone had to watch their kids while Draco and Lucius talked.
Lucius was worried about Harry. He knew he'd have nightmares but he woke up several times that night crying and his magic was throbbing… Lucius hadn't felt his magic do that since the battle with Voldemort.
Harry's magic was different now, he was frightened of using it. He no longer needed his wand, did wandless magic without a second thought. He disliked using his magic much, only used it the odd time for small easy spells. Glamours, lighting fires, locking doors and the like.
He suspected it had something to do with the final battle with Voldemort, however no one would know until he told him, even after all this time he had told no one what had transpired.
All anyone knew of the final battle was that three miles of trees had been flattened by the magical fall out, many houses destroyed, hundreds killed, innocent and evil alike and that harry had been found by Lucius and Draco at the centre of the devistation, blood at his mouth and from his nose, magic throbbing, nothing left of Voldemort.
The front door opened and Draco walked in, it was about 11am now, he was freshly showered. He walked into the room where his father was standing.
"Hey dad…" he gave his father a hug, Lucius visibly relaxed as he held his son. They moved to the sofa and sat, Lucius' knees and back cracking as he sat. Draco smiled a bit at his father.
"Sore?" Draco asked.
Lucius nodded, "Ys… since yesterday… tense."
Draco sighed, "How is Harry? It's awful late for him to be sleeping isn't it?"
Lucius nodded again, "Yes, he didn't sleep well last night… nightmares… and…" he paused, Draco looked at him curiously.
"What?" he asked.
"His magic was throbbing… like when we found him after the final battle." Lucius leant back into the couch, looking worried.
Draco frowned, "That's odd… its not like he uses his magic anymore… you generally have to coax him into it. Gods even Jonathan and Abbey notice that he doesn't use his magic. Do you think it's stress then?"
Lucius nodded, "I can only assume so. He's scared, not that he'll admit it to me. He's so… stubborn."
"Look who's talking." Harry said from the door with a tired look about him. "Don't talk about me when I'm not here, it's rude Luce." He walked in and flopped down beside Lucius, Lucius sighed, "Sorry Harry… I'm just worried about you."
Harry nodded, "I know… don't worry though. I'll be fine. I'm gonna go into the office today."
Draco and Lucius looked at Harry sceptically, "Are you sure that's wise?" Lucius asked. Harry scowled and stood, "Look, I'm going into work. Sitting here moping isn't going to do me any good is it? I'm going up for a shower." He moved from the room, his magic throbbing slightly once again.
Draco watched him go and looked at his father. "I see what you mean about his magic."
"I don't know what to do." Lucius sighed gently.
"I think you should just let him be for now… I don't think there's really anything you can do."
Lucius stood, his bones creaking again, "I think you're right unfortunately… you better get back to your wife."
Draco stood, hugging his father once again, "See you later dad… let me know how you get on with him…"
"I will. See you later Draco."
Draco walked from the house, leaving his father with his temperamental lover.