A/N: Several of you worried that this would be a one-shot and I failed to mention that this would continue on in chapter form. For that I am sorry; if I worried any of you at all.

I was astounded by the volume of reviews of which I received. Thank you all for your kind words and worries of this continuing for a while, which it will.

Chapter 2

Suddenly, there were others. The remainder of the Order members were starting to come over to us. Perhaps they thought I was begging for my life, and in a sense… I was. He was my life now, and he always would be. I needed him like I needed water.

The others saw the body of the Dark Lord, and there were gasps and startled words all around. Had they even had faith in the man I still held the hand to? Had they had faith in their savior to survive the final battle? Of course, I suppose I had had a large part to play in his survival. If he hadn't have been my mate, I probably would have killed him long before the Dark Lord had touched my shoulder just a few minutes before. That would never be an option to me though. No. Never!

"Take him away!" Dumbledore ordered, and I scowled hatefully. I didn't want to be torn from my mate, but if I showed hostility, then they would later keep him from me when they found out the truth.

I gently kissed his hand and released it, before standing and handing my wand to Harry. He took it, his mouth agape as he looked up into my eyes. I smiled down on him with as true of a smile as I could conger while being torn away from him, and I watched his face color prettily. Merlin, he was gorgeous right then.

Two Order members ran up to me, and grabbed my arms roughly as they pushed me along. I didn't put up a fight. I didn't want to regret it later, but it hurt. It hurt to be leaving him behind after just finding out the truth, and being able to touch and hold him.

"Wait!" Harry shouted and I felt my heart leap into my throat. "He saved my life!" Harry declared to them all and everyone's eyes widened in shock.

"He what?" The old fart asked. His mask of calmness gone.

"He saved me." My Harry repeated without falter, and with –dare I hope- pride? "He protected me from Voldemort and helped me destroy him!"

Some flinched at the name. I certainly didn't. It had become something of a hilarity to watch people flinch at a name; especially that psycho's name.

"I want you to release him!" Harry ordered, a frown crossing his beautiful face.

"Harry," The old man tried to reason, "he's killed many people, not only today on this battlefield, but also in the past!"

"He was never convicted for those things, and I am not a judge. All I'm saying is that I want you to release him, right now! He saved my life. He at least deserves to be able to walk off this field and into a courtroom without being put in chains. He, at least, deserves that courtesy!" Harry shouted, quite domineeringly. It made me shiver with passion, the way he spoke.

The old fart eventually nodded to the people holding me and I was released.

Without smiling –as they would have gotten aggressive if I had- I walked triumphantly back over to Harry.

Three Order members quickly crowded around him defensively, but I paid them no never mind as I leaned down and kissed Harry tenderly on his forehead, right over that bloody scar. Harry's eyes followed me the whole while, as I moved in closer to him with confidence.

He closed his eyes against my kiss and I felt him shiver with pleasure under me.

The people surrounding him were somewhat horrified, and somewhat stupefied. They didn't know whether to allow me to kiss him or to pull me away, but they obviously noticed how much Harry was enjoying my kiss and they let me. I pulled back, placing my hand on his shoulder and I squeezed his shoulder lovingly.

"Thank you." I murmured into his ear and stood up to my full height –only a head taller than his developed body.

And that's how it began.

Lucius was tried in a court and found guilty of injuring twenty individuals. Harry had stayed silent about Crabbe's death so no one was any the wiser about that. Even though it had been a Death Eater that Lucius had killed, and even though it had been in defense of Harry, it was still considered a 'blood-thirsty death' to the men trying him. It would only do him harm if it were to be brought up.

Before the trial, Lucius had asked for a private moment with Harry and though there were guards posted outside the door, they had been alone. Lucius had quickly explained to Harry that he would let everyone think Harry had killed Voldemort all by himself if that's what he wanted and Harry had shrugged, not really caring, but agreeing.

Harry had been called upon for his recount of the story and he more than provided for the missing details of anything left unsaid. He verified every word that Lucius had spoken under truth serum, and spoke highly of him for being definitely changed and pressed the court to make his sentence justified. The court seemed to understand from his glare that he was threatening them to be fair and unbiased because several of them adjusted themselves in their seats before regaining their composure.

The entire scene had brought Lucius so much pride and love for his mate that he had wanted to run over to Harry and hold him tight in a loving embrace. He couldn't do this, of course, and he refrained from showing any emotions, just as Harry had schooled his face to do.

A charm of understanding and air of alliance had passed between Lucius and Harry after a brief moment of their eyes connecting across the courtroom.

Throughout the remainder of the trial, Harry had patiently waited with the crowd. A few brave reporters who had been invited to view the trials, had attempted to speak to Harry about his views and whatnot, but Lucius could not tell much of anything that Harry had told him. He only noticed when they whispered a few things to them and he calmly whispered some things back –which they scribbled down on small notepads before returning their attention to the trial. Harry had apparently said his peace then ordered them silent, and they –being obedient to practically no one- had listened to his words and not tested the temper of The Man Who Lived.

So, Lucius' sentence was named at last.

He would spend a year in Azkaban for the injury of so many Order members and his involvement with Voldemort, but because he had saved Harry his sentence was lessened and wasn't as severe as it would have been. Lucius knew also that had Harry not spoken on his behalf he would have had several more years tacked on to his sentence.

Lucius had agreed to the sentence, just so he could be cleared of all charges and be a free man after it was through.

Free.

Free to pursue his life with his new and only love interest.

Lucius felt a terrible pang for Harry every day of that year. Three hundred and sixty-five days spent without so much as a verbal word from anyone. He felt drained from the Dementors and depressed from having spent no time with his mate at all. The only thing that kept him sane was the fact that he could spend the rest of his life with Harry after he was freed and no more accusations could be landed on him ever again. Best of all, his bad reputation would not taint his mate's. They would be two innocent people who had become lovers. No one could convict him of more than he had been sentenced for.

They could live in peace.

Together.

By the time he was finally out of Azkaban, Harry had graduated Hogwarts and moved on with life.

It hurt deeply to think Harry had forgotten him. That Harry thought nothing of him anymore, or at all for that matter.

He couldn't let himself think that way though, or he would fall into a stupor that nothing could pull him from. No. He had to consider that it had just been a year and his mate would be happy to see him out of jail. They would be together.

His assets had been frozen until the day of his release, so unfortunately Narcissa –his wife, or ex-wife as the divorce had been finalized with Draco's help two months prior- could no longer leech off his fortune for stupid gatherings and fancy new clothes. He had made sure to sign the papers for the divorce before his trial and had asked his son to make sure Narcissa signed them as well. It had taken a bit of haggling between Draco and herself, to negotiate a reasonable amount for her to leave with and never come groveling back. Ever. It had been settled within a month. She had been gone from the manor for most of the year, and Lucius had celebrated as much as one could with those things nearby.

Luckily, whether it had been his son's doing, or someone else, Lucius did not know, but he had been placed in an area of Azkaban where the Dementors did not frequent as often. They made their rounds, but they did not hover over him like they did over the murderers in solitary confinement. He was extremely grateful to whomever it had been that had helped to keep his sanity.

After the Malfoy family assets had been frozen, Draco had at least been sensible enough to get a job at the Ministry for himself once he'd graduated –as he had explained in his letters. He would be getting his inheritance –of money- in a few short years, but he was relying on himself to take care of things and build up another fortune for himself until then. What a wonderful son he'd raised. He wished suddenly that his mate could be proud of his son as well, but that would be quite odd. After all, they had been enemies with one another for a great many years, and had barely just become civil with each other before graduation, according to Draco. His son had taken it upon himself to write to Lucius as often as possible, informing him of, not only himself and how his life was going, but also of Harry.

It had been in one of the last conversations Lucius had had with his son to actually be able to speak with him, where they had spoken of Lucius' discovery of his mate. Draco had been more than surprised by this information. He had known his father was veela, but he hadn't been aware that his mother was not Lucius' true mate. He was mature enough to understand that Lucius would not be able to chose his mate, but that it had already been decided long ago. Perhaps in another life. Draco promised to keep an eye on Harry –or Potter as he called him- and describe his antics and ambitions to Lucius whilst he was locked away.

For this, Lucius had been more than grateful, and again thanked the gods above for such a wonderful son.

Lucius had pages of letters from his son, explaining everyday things that Harry had done. He had worked over the summer at his friend's joke shop in Hogsmeade for about a month. Apparently, he had helped to fund the little shop and was a partner in ownership. This had impressed Lucius to no ends. His mate was already a businessman, though he wouldn't need the money after they were together.

Draco had written about several offers at the end of their years at Hogwarts that Harry had received to join several professional Quidditch teams. Harry had agreed to join them in several games, but did not stay on full-time for some unknown reason, however, he had led his teams to victory several times over in each game that he played for an entire season. Draco had written about two of these games that he had actually attended out of sheer boredom. One of his co-workers at the Ministry had had an extra season ticket, so he had gone and taken notes on the matches for his father.

Lucius was horrified to read about the beaters on the other teams that had ruthlessly tried to knock Harry out of the sky and had almost succeeded on several occasions. One in particular, had caused Lucius' blood to run cold. Harry had been flying and spotted the snitch, so he'd dived for it, but an angry beater from the other team decided he wanted to show the rookie what-for. He'd hit one very powerful blow toward Harry and it'd hit his back dead-center. The extra push from the bludger had caused Harry to be able to catch the snitch, but he had also been put into the infirmary for a week from the incident.

The incident had happened, perhaps two months before Lucius had been released and it was a horrible pain on his heart to not be able to see his mate when he was in pain.

Explaining his situation to Draco had been relatively simple since they shared the same blood and Draco had the same magnetic attraction that all veela had, but none of the ability to track down his life-mate. Draco unfortunately could not understand exactly what Lucius' feelings for Harry were, due to his impure blood. Being a veela was considered having the purest of blood, so this did not disgrace who he was in his bloodlines, but because he was only half veela, he did not have attuned powers to hone in on his life-mate. He had the ability to attract others to him, though he rarely had to use it, but he would almost have to rely completely on his own senses to pick which person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

He had been slightly understanding, but had resented that Harry Potter would be his… father? Would Harry marry Lucius?

Lucius dared not hope such things just yet.

A/N: I'd just like to again thank you all for reading my story and I encourage you to please review me any more of your worries, questions, or exclamations. I would love to talk with anyone who'd like the conversation. Feel free to email me to discuss this story, or anything in general.

Reviewers:

Death-by-inkpen: Ever the faithful reviewer. –smiles- I always look forward to your words about my stories, Jen, they always make me smile. Thank you.

Hedwig07: Thank you very much. I am pleased that you think I'm worthy of such a standing with you. I hope you enjoy my story.

Dreamerswalking: Yes, Draco's reactions when they all actually meet will be… odd to say the least. Who wouldn't find such a thing peculiar and uncomfortable? Someone you've gone to school with and fought beside in a war, dating your father… hmm. I'd be freaked out.

Lady: Your name just reminded me of a song. –chuckle- Don't worry. This story will end up being… quite long as far as I can tell. I suppose we'll find out as I write it, hm?

Dragonknight01: You put it so eloquently. A cuddly Lucius with a mean side… I like it too. Thank you for reviewing. Please don't hesitate to do so again.

Darkfaerie161: I think I spelt that right, but I could be wrong. I'm sorry if I did. I'm happy that you enjoyed my fic and I hope you keep reading it.

ShatteredDream161: I'm glad you think the Harry/Lucius thing was sweet. I wasn't sure how many people would like this fic, but I love Harry/Lucius fics so… I decided to give it a try.

Death: I think you'll like the reactions everyone has with the couple being together. I know I'll enjoy writing them. I hope I'm staying pretty on character with these people here. There will probably be some moments where they're a little off, but no one can really help that when Rowling hadn't been planning for them all to be gay anyway. –chuckle-

Yana5: Harry pregnant? It sounds good, but I have no idea how the future will progress. He probably will get preggers. We'll see.

Daftmeg: You'll see about Lucius' complete child, I suppose. I'd love to dispose that information, but I have yet to write the whole thing, and it's all just kind of coming out as I write so… I'm glad you like it so far, and I'm glad you like my portrayal of Lucius.

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JennaMoon: Yes, I'm obviously continuing it. It seemed a lot of you reviewers were worried about this being a one-shot. I'll have to clarify myself next time I start a new story. Please feel free to review again. I enjoy everyone's comments.

Hacan Necah: I do hope that I spelt you name correctly. I'm sorry if it's a bit off. Thank you ever so much for reviewing and I look forward to reading your input on this in the future.

Strega: Not a one-shot. No worries. –chuckle- I didn't mean to scare you. I'll try and clarify that with the next fic I write. I didn't really think it left off well enough to stand alone, but I guess it did. Your review made me laugh so much it hurt. I'm happy that you liked my little measly fic. Please continue to enjoy if it suits you.

A-Brighter-Dawn: I appreciate very much that you decided to review my story. (Yours is excellent, by the way; just had to say that again.) I agree with you, there aren't enough Lucius/Harry fics. There need to be more. I only know like two other actually good ones and they're on my favorites list. No worries, though, this is obviously going to be a continual story. I hope you continue to read. It would make me happy. Thank you for your compliments on how I wrote the story. I don't much like first-person POV too much either, but when I was summarizing the idea for this on the computer it just kind of came out like that more easily, so that's how I started it, but I'm not sure if I'll go back to that much at all for the rest of the story. I don't know. I guess we'll both just have to wait and see. –smiles- Thanks.