A/N: Ah! Run! Luvy duvy shit! Ack-gag- It's… too… sweet…. I'm meeeeeeeelllllllttttttinnnnnnnngggggggg!

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Chapter 3

Upon release, Lucius had been given back the clothes he had been wearing upon incarceration into Azkaban. The clothes seemed a bit loose on him, rather than the usual snugness and comfort of well-tailored clothes. He hated that he had lost either weight or muscle mass. He knew he would have to work on that again, but he would willingly do it. Just knowing that his mate would drool over his body, or ravish it –either or was fine- after he had fixed himself up, made him more than willing to start at it right away. He knew his hair lacked its usual luster from lack of proper washing, and his skin was rough instead of smooth because of lack of proper maintenance, but that could all be fixed within a week of being home. He would glow again, like he knew he always did, and his mate would run into his arms without hesitation.

It would just take time.

The minister was there on Lucius' last day.

He shook Lucius' hand out of respect or fear of the man, and warned him in a slightly smaller voice than his greeting, that Lucius should cause no more trouble or the consequences would be much more dire than this punishment had been.

Lucius paid him no never-mind, as he had no intention of breaking any more laws, at least, he didn't intend to get caught anyway. If need be he would break the law for his mate, but he would of course be sneaky about it, like any proper Slytherin.

A boat awaited Lucius' presence before sailing past the anti-apparition borders to land. It was a long travel on the slow-moving boat, leaving plenty of time for the veela to mull over his plans for finding his mate and engaging him in the relationship that they had both been starved of since their births. He knew that neither of them would be truly satisfied with other partners. They would never be complete until they were together at last.

Lucius looked gravely back on the horrible ominous mass of rock that had encompassed him and kept him from being with his mate for an entire year. He felt torn over a swell of problems and emotions suddenly, but a rush of something flew through his veins and he smiled evilly as he watched the island get smaller and further from him and his mind. He childishly flicked off the island and felt a rush of gaiety run through his veins. He was acting childish, but somehow the thought of finally being able to be with his mate, and show him every proper delight that he deserved, made Lucius feel energetic.

He wished that Draco could have been able to get in contact with Harry and bring him along for this meeting. Draco had promised to meet his father at the disembarking site for the boat. The elder Slytherin understood that Draco had tried his best, but the Gryffindor had just been impossible to locate and none of his closest friends –whom Draco had come to be acquaintances with- could tell him anything at all about where he was, as they didn't know either. They had guessed that he was merely out on another recognizance mission. Lucius also sensed that Draco was secretly happy that Harry wasn't going to be there. He had realized a while back that he was being quite selfish in only thinking of himself and his mate, whilst his son was probably growing gray hairs from all the information he had to collect and the pressure of his father being in jail. It was Draco's job this past year –along with all of his own personal businesses, etc- to keep his father sane, and that was no easy task at all. Draco had more than a little right to be a bit protective and jealous of how Lucius thought so much of his mate instead of his son.

Draco would have him now though. Lucius had promised to stay with Draco in the Malfoy Manor for an entire week without leaving, and without searching for his mate. Of course Lucius had his own reasons for this, like any Slytherin. He would not only get to spend a great deal of time getting to know his handsome son again, but he would also have plenty of time to prepare himself to look presentable for his mate once he started to search for him again.

Lucius was both anxious and hesitant. He was anxious to see his son after not seeing him in an entire year, but he also realized that there was a years worth of memories that had slid through his hands. He would never be able to understand that year. Draco had tried his best in his letters to describe everything that was going on with both the Wizarding world, and mostly with Harry. Lucius realized with a slight pang in his heart, that he had heard very little about Draco in general. They would have a great deal of catching up to do.

While he would enjoy spending this day with Draco, he knew that he would be somewhat distracted, worrying whether his mate was safe and if he was even alive… but no. If he kept thinking along those lines, then he would never make it through this day without running rampant across the Wizarding world searching for his mate.

Harry was fine. It would have been in the papers if anything had happened, or might happen to 'The Boy Who Lived', as they still called him because of only his recent graduation, which had been almost a year before. It frustrated Lucius slightly, as it must still be frustrating his mate, that this world that he had protected so diligently would still think of him as a boy, and nothing more.

He turned his attention back to his son and smiled fondly. He wondered if Draco had grown at all. He wondered if he had cut his hair, or let it grow out.

He smiled when he thought of what Draco would talk about after the first few initial questions of 'Are you well?' and 'Where should we eat and talk?'. He found himself smiling as he imagined his son talking of his own lover Blaise. If he was not mistaken, Draco was still in a firm relationship with Blaise, but he had not heard much of anything about Blaise in Draco's letters for quite some time. They had become more centered around Harry, which had helped Lucius survive the days, much more easily.

Still a painful grip covered his heart when he thought of Harry out there in the world without him to guard him from terrible people who would take advantage of him. Lucius had an uncontrollable urge to protect his mate, but he couldn't manage it from inside the prison, so he bided his time and used as much of his Slytherin patience as he had left.

It had thankfully lasted.

Lucius pulled from his old coat pocket several of the letters that Draco had sent him. The rest –more trivial ones- he had shrunken with what little wandless magical power he had had and put in his other, inner coat pocket.

The wind nipped horribly at Lucius' dry lips and pale skin, on that foggy day as he skimmed through the letters to look for the one he had been thinking of a moment ago.

Ah! Here it was.

He ran his eyes over the parchment and looked for the portion he had been most worried about.

One of the first letters from Draco had consisted of some rather disconcerting news that he had been unaware of about his mate.

Apparently, Harry had been inducted into the Order of the Phoenix, which Lucius was familiar with due to a spy against the Light Side during the war. Though the Dark Side hadn't learned much about the Order. They understood that these were the individuals that risked their lives, and did the worst of the work to capture evildoers and save the lives of innocents without recognition, or even being known of. Some members were Unspeakables, or characters with special powers, but almost all were at least Aurors.

This news about Harry being such a member was terrifying. It had been hard news to come by, as Draco later explained, but one of the missions Harry and a collection of five other unknown wizards had been on, had been botched and all of them had nearly been killed. Thankfully, they had apprehended the man they had been after, and they had all escaped with their lives, but according to a loose-lipped medi-witch –before their memories had been erased to keep them from being able to identify the Unspeakables and Aurors involved- the wizards had been scarred deeply and one would never be able to continue in his work. It was impossible to retrieve the information of which wizard it had been. The witch had been taken away by the Ministry before she could answer anymore questions to the officials.

Draco's last letter had been stating that Harry was unreachable by anyone, and would therefore, not be present for his release, and that worried Lucius a great deal. It hurt to think his mate could be in danger at this very moment and he was incapable of rectifying that situation at all. Harry would not be going on any more of these missions after Lucius had hold of him; Lucius would make of that. He knew his mate would be rebellious and want to be more free, but he would have to learn to adjust, just as Lucius would.

Quickly, Lucius scanned through a few more letters before he came across the one about Harry's years at Hogwarts. Lucius only vaguely knew of Harry's mischief and love interests, and he only knew those things from Draco's complaints about the Boy Wonder for those seven years.

He found it and smiled at the letter until he came to the part about Harry's only love interests. Through both his memories of Draco complaining of these things, and the letter in his hand, he could piece together most of everything he needed to put the puzzle of Harry Potter, together.

The first –as far as Draco could discern- had been a girl named Cho Chang. The crush had apparently started in Harry's fourth year and developed into more in Harry's fifth year when they went out to Hogsmeade together and were seen holding hands. Once Harry's sixth year had started, he had become quite self-reliant and alone. He had repressed all thoughts that did not include schoolwork, or the war. He had showed no interest in anyone and could be found staring at the stars. Draco had guessed that that was to clear his thoughts, but Lucius felt that that reason didn't quite fit. He wanted so desperately to speak with Harry and discuss all of these things with him. He wanted to soothe Harry, and keep him from ever having to worry ever again. Lucius opened the worn parchment yet again and read through the familiar scrawl of his son:

Dear Father,

My inquisitions of your dearest Potter have landed me in quite a pickle. It would seem The Prophet now sees fit to write of your Potter and myself in a romantic sense.

The idea of such a thing brought a growl from the veela's throat. He knew his son wouldn't attempt such a thing, but the idea of anyone being romantically involved with his Harry made him go mad with jealousy.

How they could possibly be so thickheaded is beyond me. How can they not tell that my love lies elsewhere? You know of my intentions with Blaise, of course, so you need not worry about me going after your Potter.

Anyway, in reference to the information I know you're dying to get out of me, I will tell you of Potter. You remember, of course, the rebel force against Voldemort called The Order of the Phoenix. Potter was inducted into The Order in his last year of school. According to some inside sources, he is quite high in the standings of The Order's missionaries and spies. I know you're interested in how he could go undercover when his scar is blatant across his forehead. Apparently, he is mastering the art of disguise with not only magic, but also Muggle disguise. The Order and the Ministry have been calling on him for all sorts of missions to apprehend criminals that have been spying against the Order or Ministry, or to report Death Eaters in general.

After Potter graduated there was a period of time in which no one knows what he was doing. He practically disappeared from all of the papers and towns from everywhere around this half of the world. There wasn't a wizard or Muggle in England who knew the whereabouts of Potter –not even Dumbledore.

However, he reappeared after thee months of absence. He reentered the Wizarding World without a word of explanation for his leave. He jumped into his Quidditch for six months. For the last three months of this past year, I have a vague idea of him rejoining The Order every now and then when they requested his talents specifically.

I'm positive that you are most concerned with Potter's love-life. During his school years, to my extensive knowledge, he only dated that Ravenclaw girl Cho Chang, but that didn't last long at all. They went on one date to Hogsmeade and it was definitely over before the next month. As far as I know, after Potter graduated he had a fling with one of the Weasley twins, he dated an older professional Quidditch player named Anna Finch for about a month, and according to The Daily Prophet Charlie Weasley had made passes at him, but the truth in that could be completely off. After that there was nothing about his love-life in the papers and he was seen with no special persons.

He held the letter tenderly for a moment before he folded it back up and pocketed all of the parchments again.

The shore was more than in sight; he was nearly there. He had been so preoccupied with his thoughts of both his son and his mate that he hadn't even seen the approach of the land mass.

The fog here was so dense that he could barely make out the stout wooden dock where the boat was meant to dock and where Draco was supposed to be waiting for him.

An eternity later the ship was finally within sight of the beginnings of the first buildings along the harbor, but it appeared that no one was alive in this ghost town. Either that or it was earlier than Lucius had guessed

Several sailors jumped off the boat to tie it down before a plank was finally lowered to the dock.

As Lucius took his first steps of freedom, he felt a swell of relief settle over him. He breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth. The harbor stunk badly, but it was free air. It wasn't the stale air of the jail cells he had been subjected to for the past year.

Somehow… the air out here was much sweeter than any air he'd ever breathed before.

With another scan of the area, Lucius' senses picked up on another individual. He smiled as he noticed the shiny black shoes, tailored black trousers, and thick Muggle jacket that seemed to fit this man quite well. It seemed he had grown into his body a bit better since last Lucius had seen him. He was aquite the godly looking blonde, about half a foot shorter than himself.

Lucius took in this man with a small smile spreading across his face.

He's grown. Lucius thought idly as the other man returned his small smile slightly.

Both men remained glued to their spots as they continued to look each other over, then finally they settled on one another's eyes.

"Father." The other man called out softly. His voice had deepened since last they'd spoken.

"Draco." Lucius responded, inclining his head slightly to his son.

They regarded each other continually for a few moments longer.

"You look like shit." Draco finally said with an impish grin.

"Thanks." Lucius responded remaining still.

Finally, Draco seemed to decide something as he strode up to his father casually. Without warning, Draco embraced his father, wrapping his arms around his taller form.

"I've missed you." Draco whispered into his father's ear softly. "Promise you're not going to get into more trouble?" He asked, with a pleading note to his tone.

"I promise I won't get caught." Lucius quipped and Draco chuckled as well, but as he held his father tighter he felt the unfamiliar sting of tears threatening to fall down his face.

He was here. His father was back. The only family he had left was here… in his grasp… he could touch him. He was real. 'Father' wasn't just a word anymore. It was a person, and he was alive and tangible.

"You're back." Draco murmured as he continued to fight the tears.

"I'm back," Lucius responded with a tight hold of Draco's smaller frame against his own, "son."

A/N: Damn, I warned you it would be luvy duvy shit. Sorry. I promise I won't do that much anymore. That is unless somebody actually liked it?

My lovely reviewers!

Death-by-inkpen: Thanks, babe. I'm thrilled you were moved my it so much. –blush-

A Brighter Dawn: Wow! Thank you so much for your fantastic review! It's an honor to get such kind words from you. It makes me very happy to know that someone picks up on those little details that I take so much care in placing in there. Thank you. As you can see Harry wasn't there to greet him, but then where would the plot be? –chuckle- And would you really want to kiss something that looked like it just rolled off a greasy frying pan? Eh, maybe after a shower. Thanks again.

Methoslover: Well, I hope you read more too. I hope you're enjoying the plot as well.

Clodia: I think you'll understand Harry's feelings in due time, but this is mostly from Lucius' POV because I don't think anyone really has taken the story of him falling in love completely from his side of it, and he's such a lovable lug, that I think it's twice as fun to read these kinds of stories from the 'scary' person's side of it. You find out how they tick, and you've already found out how Harry ticks because Rowling wrote all the books from his POV, so… anyway, thanks for reviewing.

Hello: Eh, I don't really know how to respond to that one. So, 'Eh?'

DaftMeg: It's good that you weren't bothered by him getting imprisoned. I couldn't really write it that he got off scott free. It's not believable. Hope you enjoy!

Yana5: It's been a year, but can any person truly get a veela out of their mind once they've met one. Can the boys at Hogwarts stop thinking about Fleur?

Strega: No, Lucius isn't patient at all. Actually, he's run out of patience. Now, what's driving him is to look the best he possibly can for his mate which would help him get Harry all the quicker. –chuckle- Yeah, I wish I had my own Lucius locked up in my room all day so I could play with him when I got home. That'd be better than the internet. I'd give up if I had my own Lucius. –smile- Maybe not.

Jennifer: Sorry about not updating in a while, but… it's complicated. I have a new job and less time so… at least I didn't wait a year before updating. –sighs- It might be easier if you just got an account with that way you could just get an alert in your email whenever I update instead of having to search for it. –smiles- Several of my other reviewers prefer that because I update so sporadically.

Dragonknight01: It said Fragonknight01, but –excuse my presumptuousness- I assumed you meant 'dragon'. Sorry if I was wrong. Thanks for reviewing. Eh, where is this story 'When Lucy Met Harry' that you speak of?

Michmud: Sorry about not updating too quickly, but I had writers block and a new job and no time. Sorry. Anyway, thanks for reviewing and I'll try to update better in the future. Your reviews keep me in high spirits about my story, so… please continue!

JennaMoon: You rock too. I don't know if I'll continue with LM/HP pairings in the future. I have a lot of favorite pairings, so I suppose it's just whatever pops into my head. I'm currently also working on a RLHP fic that my friends think is pretty cool, but I've decided to wait until I'm done with this one before I post it.

Darkangel507: I was very honored that you read this just because you like my other stories and you decided to give it a try. When I first accidentally came upon a Lucius/Harry story a while back, I had thought it was Draco/Harry fic, but it turned out to be different and I LOVED IT! It was and is still, the BEST Lucius/Harry story… let me correct that, it is the BEST VEELA fic I've ever read. Sorry that the pair through you off, but I'm glad you still like the story, and no, I'm not doing first person through the whole thing. Maybe just sporadically I'll do it.

SweetPeaFairy: Sorry about not posting so soon, but –sigh- things got tied up. I'll try to be better about it in the future chapter, but we'll see. Thanks for reviewing and reading!

Lanku: You're right, there should be more Lucius/Harry fics, but there aren't. –cries- Hopefully there will eventually be! Thanks for the compliments and thanks for reviewing!