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Chapter 3

In Harry's fourth year was the Triwizard Tournament and someone had placed his name in the cup. His classmates made his life hell because of it and he spent most of his time with Remus and Sirius or on his own. Draco and Harry seem to have gotten on better and he sometimes sat with him but Harry refused to talk about Lucius no matter how many times the man sent him letters and gifts on Christmas, he always gave them to Draco.

It was the last test in the Triwizard Tournament and Harry found himself running through the maze with Cedric. When they grabbed the cup together they found themselves taken to a graveyard where Harry watched Cedric Diggory get killed and the Dark Lord Voldemort rose out of the bubbling cauldron. Voldemort stretched his long ghastly white fingers and swiped his wand in the air to get the feel for it again. He called his loyal Death Eaters and jeered at some of them, others he scolded; he then turned to Harry and smiled, he freeing the boy from his binds and told him to duel.

Lucius popped into the graveyard and knelt in front of Voldemort, "My Lord, please don't hurt the boy," he begged.

"My dear Lucius… Why ever not? He is the chosen one, he has to die."

"No, please, he…he's my son," there were gasps from the other Death Eaters.

"What?" the Dark Lord chuckled.

"I bonded with his father years ago and broke our bond; he is my child by blood." The blonde said.

The dark lord looked at the teen who looked shocked by the whole matter, "Is this true boy?"

"Y…Yes," he stuttered.

"Well, we seem to have a problem don't we Lucius? Your son is my enemy, what shall we do?" he smirked.

"I will do anything you want, just please leave him alone."

"But Dumbledore will want him to kill me, I can't take the risk in him doing that," he said pointing his wand at the 14 year old boy's throat.

"Dumbledore can't make him do anything. That scar on his forehead was made by the headmaster himself," Lucius said looking at his Lord.

"And how do you know this?"

"Snape told me when he had privet lessons with Harry."

Voldemort grabbed Harry by his throat making Lucius look scared as the dark wizard touched his scar; he traced his bony finger down the lightning bolt scar and watched as it disappeared under his finger. He hissed and pushed the boy to the ground, Harry cried out when he felt the bone in his arm snap. Lucius rushed passed and into Harry's side, the teen was trying not to cry at the pain in his arm. "THAT OLD BASTERD TRICKED ME!" Voldemort yelled as he threw a spell at one of his followers. He turned back to Lucius and snarled, "I won't touch your son, fine, but as I am in a pissed off mood I'm gonna make you suffer." He grabbed Harry by his other arm and pulled him close.

"My Lord, please!"

"I'm not going to kill him," he said throwing him to the ground and casting crucio curses at him making him scream and cry. Lucius stood up and tried to stop him from hurting Harry and then the sound of howling broke the screams. "What's that?" Voldemort snarled.

"Werewolves," Harry whimpered before curling himself up into a ball.

"Fine, leave them here. And Lucius, I want to see you once you declare you're Potter's hero!" he hissed and left along with the other death eaters.

The pack belonged to Greyback, Remus' father. When the wolves spread out some of the Death Eaters trying to disappear got torn apart. Lucius watched as a large man came walking towards him and Harry, he had his wand pointed at him, "You're a stupid man to think spells will hurt me."

"Stay away from my son."

"Not yours by law but my Cub's by law," he said picking up the teen.

"I need to get him back to the school, he need's the hospital," Lucius said.

Taking a moment to think Fenrir growled at the blonde, "Take him back to the school, we will be told if anything else happens."

Lucius took Cedric's lifeless body and the cup and they landed back at the school. The crowds stopped talking as they looked around at the small group. Lucius looked tired and beaten as he held onto the two boys, he fell to his knees and let Cedric's father take him, "I…I'm sorry," he said as he held onto Harry tightly. Both Remus and Sirius pushed through the crowds to Harry; the blonde looked at them as he held Harry tightly.

"Let's get him to the hospital wing," Remus said trying not to break down.

Harry lay asleep for hours, his injuries healing. Lucius sat across from the boy holding Draco in his arms as he slept.

"What happened, Lucius?" Remus asked.

"I got there just as he wanted Harry to duel. I told him that Harry is my son and that the scar on his head was not made by him but by Dumbledore. He ran his hand along the scar and it disappeared, he then threw him to the ground where Harry broke his arm. The Dark Lord was pissed; he was angry, so angry, at Dumbledore. He took his anger out on Harry with the crucio curse; he only stopped when Fenrir turned up."

"Fenrir?" Remus blinked at the blonde and smiled softly, "I guess I will have to send him a thank you card."

"Still not talk to him?" Lucius asked.

"Not really." The doors opened and in walked Dumbledore with a sad look on his face, Remus rounded on him. "You old git, do you have any idea what that man put our son through?!" Remus growled.

"Voldemort needed to believe that Harry was his equal…"

"EQUAL, EQUAL?! …YOU HORRID OLD NUT CASE!" Lucius said waking Draco up with a startle. "A boy is dead; my son was placed under a crucio curse because you made up that shit prophecy just because of your childish hate for Voldemort!" the blonde yelled at the old head master. "If I have to give up my own life to protect my sons I will, you will not put him in the shoes of an adult; it's your fucking war." He turned to Remus, "Tell me when he wakes up, I would like to talk to him."

"I will," the wolf said watching the blonde leave taking Draco with him.

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