Chapter Two

Harry's POV

After washing and drying the Dursley's dinner things up, Harry retired to his room. He was so scared and confused. He hadn't done anything with anyone, let alone Lucius Malfoy! And he wasn't gay... Did that mean Malfoy was then? Even if he had a son and a wife? If Malfoy was so desperate to have a war-free world, then surely he would turn sides even if Harry said no? Harry made a mental note to ask Lucius tomorrow... Wait, when did he decide he was going to meet him? Harry's brain was fuzzy and his eyelids were so heavy... I'll just have a rest, then decide what to do...

* * *

An intrusive alarm woke Harry up at seven o'clock. He groggily turned over and pressed the snooze button. Well, he thought he did. Instead he pressed the off button which could only lead to three very hungry Dursleys if Harry didn't make their breakfast in time.

Harry hadn't slept at all well that night – his dreams were plagued by visions of Lucius Malfoy around every corner and he woke up when he dreamt of Malfoy making him do things...

Luckily, before his next dream got worse, he was woken up by a door being kicked open and a loud, angry voice.

"POTTER! I've been calling you for ages! Where the ruddy hell was my breakfast?" his uncle screeched.

Harry quickly sat up, felt around for his glasses and shoved them on over his nose.

"S...sorry, sir, I'll make it now-" Harry began.

"Ch! You think I've waited for you? I've eaten already. Petunia had to make it, seeing as you weren't answering."

Who knew someone could be so passionate about food, thought Harry.

"No breakfast for you, sonny. If you complete all your chores then we might consider giving you lunch." And with that last threat, his uncle slammed the door shut, causing the whole house to shake when storming down the stairs.

Harry sighed and got up, his belly was aching from lack of food and he felt a bit light headed. His chores were going to be hard to do on an empty stomach.

He stretched and walked past his window, not before noticing someone in dark robes waiting just outside the house. Harry did a double take and saw Lucius Malfoy staring at the house. Doing nothing else but staring. He glanced at his clock and realised it had just gone nine. He thought about what to do and came to the conclusion he would ask Malfoy more about his... proposal. Harry grabbed his jacket to put over his topless torso and ran down the stairs.

"About bloomin' time you–"

Harry dashed past Vernon and out the front door where he looked around wildly for the blonde; he was no where to be seen.

"You're late, Mr Potter."

Harry started and whipped round to find Malfoy looming above him.

"Have you thought any more about my proposal?" he asked passively, yet there was an eager glint in those silver eyes.

Harry thought for a moment. He really didn't know what he could do: he wanted to help end this pointless war and the Order weren't anywhere near to beating Voldemort's army. On the other hand, he just didn't think he could face doing ... stuff with Malfoy.

"I... sort of; I just don't think I could do what you want," Harry said, staring into Malfoy's eyes. The grey orbs narrowed and Malfoy suddenly looked angry.

"I see. And you care not for this war? You don't care that people are dying because a Dark Lord has an obsession for a certain young wizard?"

Harry felt tons of emotions all in under a few moments. He felt anger at Lucius for blaming him that Voldemort was obsessed with the death of him; he felt guilt for knowing that people were dying and he could save them all by handing himself over; he felt frustrated that he could do nothing to help the Order more, that he was stuck in Privet Drive washing dishes and weeding flowerbeds.

"How could you say that?" Harry whispered. "Of course I care! You think I like the fact that Voldemort killed my parents and is trying to kill everyone else I love in my life? You think I like it that I lost my Godfather because I went there trying to save him? If you want this war over so much, turn sides without asking for a shag!" Harry realised what he had just said and snapped his mouth shut. He also realised he had shouted at the man and he drew deep breaths to calm himself. He also felt his eyes brimming with pain-filled tears with the memories he just relived.

Lucius still looked angry. "How dare you insinuate that I would go so far as to turn sides just for a 'shag'!"

"Then what do you want: a slave or a peaceful world?" Harry was fuming.

Lucius glared at Harry and suddenly, Harry felt very small.

"If you won't come for a price, I will take you by force." And with those chilling words he disapparated. Harry stood, gormless and shocked by the conversation he just had.

Should he have gone with Malfoy? It seemed as though he was going to end up with him either way. He thought about writing to Dumbledore but thought against it; he needed to figure this out himself.

"MALFOY!" he yelled. "Mr Malfoy, come back!" He ran up the road looking around in case he had hidden anywhere but found nothing. He grudgingly walked back to his house and silently shut the door.

"Double work! How dare you ignore me like that?" Uncle Vernon popped out of seemingly nowhere and was yelling so close to Harry's face that he could feel the mans spittle spraying his face.

"Fine," Harry snapped. "I'll start upstairs, shall I?"

"Wherever's fine, just get your lazy arse up there now!" He shoved Harry painfully in the chest towards the stairs, gave him the list of chores and went to sit in the living room.

Harry trudged upstairs, hands in his pockets, and decided he'd start with his room. He opened the door and kicked it shut, surprised when he felt a pointy object digging into his spine.

"You called for me?" hissed the voice of Malfoy from behind him.

Harry realised with a gulp it was a wand pressed into his back.

"How-?" Harry began.

"Never mind that, what did you want?"

"Yes... right," croaked Harry. "I thought that if I agree to your... proposal, then the world will get something out of it. If I say no you'll just take me anyway and nothing good would come out of that, so..." Malfoy moved in front of him. Harry lowered his head in shame, but also in fear. He really didn't want this but who was he to decide if the Order got help or not? They'd agree it was best anyway, probably.

He felt Malfoy's leather glove grasp his jaw, not all that gently, and lift his head up.

"A wise choice Mr Potter." Harry felt sick when he saw Malfoy's smug expression. It made him feel weak for giving in.

Harry moved his head so he was out of Lucius' clamp.

"I'll only go with you after you give the information to the Order of the Phoenix." Harry tried to sound as stern as possible. "From past experiences, you haven't been the most trustworthy person."

"Ah, true, but how do I know I can trust you? You're very good at slipping out of tight situations," Malfoy said, grinning?

Harry scowled.

"Shall we?" Lucius held his hand out to Harry.

"What? Where are we going?" he asked startled.

"First to your headquarters. Do you know where it is?"

Harry hesitated before answering. He hadn't been in Grimmauld Place since before Sirius died. "Yes, but I'd feel more comfortable if we don't meet there. I'm not taking any risks."

"What risks are these? I wouldn't betray you unless you made the first move," Lucius said.

"But–"

"Come now, Mr Potter. It would be easier for all of us." Lucius seemed very eager.

"First, let me write to Dumbledore. I don't want to surprise them all by turning up on the doorstep with a Death Eater." Harry turned away to find a piece of scrap parchment.

"Now really," tisked Lucius, "Is that how you still view me, Harry? If that's the case, there will never be trust between us."

Harry turned round to face him and realised Malfoy was very close to him; he'd been following him round the room.

Harry subconsciously backed off, but Lucius grasped his arms in his strong hands.

Lucius didn't say anything but stared into Harry's eyes, making Harry more nervous than before.

"Wh...what?" stuttered Harry.

"Your eyes... they're exquisite."

"Great," Harry said uncomfortably. He struggled slightly and said, "The parchment's over–" but was interrupted by Lucius crashing down on his lips. Malfoy's tongue immediately gained entry through Harry's gasp of surprise. Harry pushed futilely against Malfoy's solid chest and tried to move his head away but Malfoy held it still, moving one hand from one of Harry's arms to the back of his head.

After lots of wild, but pointless kicks and squirms, Harry successfully kicked into Malfoy's private parts and heard him grown in agony.

"You insolent little bastard!" growled Lucius.

"What the hell was that about?" screamed Harry, wiping his mouth.

"If you can't handle a single kiss, you're going to find it very hard to keep your half of the deal, boy."

"But you haven't even done your part yet! And how else do you think I'm going to react?"

Lucius took a deep breath and, after a pause, said, "Yes, I suppose you're right. I apologise."

Harry was reasonably surprised by Malfoy apologising; he had always seemed too proud for that.

"Fine, just let me write to Dumbledore first." Harry found his parchment and scribbled on it, noticing how his hands were shaking.

Professor Dumbledore,

I need to talk to you immediately. I don't want you to panic but Lucius Malfoy has turned up with some surprising news.

He would like to meet you to turn sides. He's going to give us information about Voldemort but I wasn't sure where or if you wanted to meet.

Write back A.S.A.P.

Harry

Harry gave the parchment to Hedwig and told her to go as fast as she could.

"Looks like we have some time on our hands, Mr Potter," Lucius said, leering.

"Um, actually I have chores to do for my aunt and uncle. I'll be back in a minute," Harry said, dodging away from Malfoy.

"What chores are these?" Lucius questioned.

"Well, the list is here-" Harry started but Malfoy grabbed it from Harry.

The silver eyes scanned over the list and narrowed. "You're made to do all this?"

"Yeah, I don't really mind though, seeing as I don't have anything else to do here." Harry averted his eyes to the floor.

"You surely don't need to do them now, though? We'll be leaving soon and your aunt and uncle can't make you come back and do them."

"No, let me just..." Malfoy stood in front of the door. "Out of my way!" shouted Harry frustrated.

"For a kiss, I'll move," said Malfoy, childishly.

"What?" Harry was outraged. Knowing Malfoy wanted a reaction from him, he kept calm. "Don't worry; I'll just clean my room." Harry moved over to his bed and straightened the covers. He was uncomfortably aware of Malfoy staring at him while he worked.

"You're very good at this," Malfoy finally said twenty minutes later when Harry finished clearing out Hedwig's cage.

"Yeah, well, fourteen years of practice has to pay off," muttered Harry.

"Indeed, you'll be a lot of use in my manor." He smirked.

Harry sighed and turned to face the monster in his room. "It's hard enough for me to agree to you so please stop bringing it up!"

He screamed, and nearly broke down. He was absolutely petrified to go to Lucius' manor.

"You'll get used to it. Besides it shouldn't be too hard for you, seeing as you're used to this kind of work already."

Harry clenched his fists and screwed up his face. "You had to get something in return," he said through gritted teeth.

"Of course – no good going through life being pushed around now, is there, Mr Potter?"

Harry laughed bitterly. "No, there's nothing worse than that; gosh how awful it would be to be bossed around and used all your life." He turned away and gazed out of the window, arms folded.

A voice in his ear made him jump. "You won't be with me, Harry," Lucius said slowly. Harry felt a tongue trace the shell of his ear and he whipped round, glaring at the older man.

"What, being your slave yet not being bossed around? How is that possible?"

"You'll just have to wait," said Malfoy, clearly taking pleasure in Harry's nerves.

Before Harry could say what was on his mind, Hedwig was back.

"Wow, girl; that really was fast!" Harry ruffled her feathers and took the parchment from her.

It read:

Harry,

To say I believe Lucius would be a lie. I shall indeed meet with him but only us two. I have no intention of putting anyone in danger, no matter how small the risk.

Tell him to meet me outside your house in... well, any time now, seeing as I'm going to disapparate as soon as I send this.

Albus Dumbledore

"He's meeting you out-"

"-side your house, yes I can read, Potter." Lucius was peering over Harry's shoulder. Before Harry could move out the way, Lucius had Harry pressed against the wall.

"What are you doing?" said Harry, not bothering to hide his nerves.

"I'm keeping to your half of the deal."

"But you haven't given the Order their information yet!" growled Harry, the left side of his face pressed into the wall.

Then, Harry felt Malfoy's hands stroke down his back, crawling under his jacket, getting lower and lower until...

Crack.

A faint noise made both men jump; Malfoy immediately jumped away from Harry and looked out the window.

"What excellent timing your Headmaster has, Potter." Malfoy swept out of the room and silently glided down the stairs.

Harry was unsure if he should follow, but looking at Dumbledore's letter again, he realised the wise Professor wanted to talk with just Malfoy.

All Harry could do was wait and hope Dumbledore wouldn't find out about his shameful half of the deal.

Lucius' POV

After the raven-haired boy had disappeared through his front door, Lucius apparated to a local bed and breakfast. He hated staying at Muggle houses but this was for an exceptional reason.

After a couple of drinks at the bar, he headed upstairs to the room he had been accomodated. He then changed into his silk pyjama bottoms and layed on his exceptionally small bed. He was surprisingly very tired. Persuading a stubborn Gryffindor is not easy, thought Malfoy vaguely, and he drifted into a sleep full of dreams about his soon-to-be Harry.

* * *

A wake-up call had Lucius up at eight o'clock. He was so relieved that morning had come so quickly as he had been so excited just to see his little beauty again. Lucius turned over and got out of bed.

He hadn't slept that well, even though he fell asleep as soon as he had hit the pillow. His dreams were visions of Harry doing special things to him, and several times he woke up aroused.

Unfortunately, before his next dream got more graphic and he was about to release, he had been woken by a knock on the door and a voice announcing the time.

"It's eight o'clock, Mr Smith, and this is your wake-up call."

Lucius had had to use a different name, just in case any spies were around. He knew Smith was a common Muggle name so had used that.

"Thank you," Lucius said as politely as possible, even though he was fuming about being interrupted.

He changed into his robes and went down the stairs and had a cup of... coffee, was it? He didn't know; it was a Muggle drink.

After downing it, he checked his watch and, with a start, realised it was ten to nine. He went outside and apparated to Privet Drive where he awaited to see his young man.

After ten minutes he looked at his watch, it had just gone nine and he was not a patient man. At five past, he was tempted to go in and drag the boy out by his hair, but before he could move he heard a loud, bellowing voice shout, "About bloomin' time you–"

He did not want to seem eager so hid behind the front door where a blur of black hair, a red sweater and black jogging bottoms dashed past him. The boy looked around wildly, and Lucius had to stifle a laugh, Harry seemed so eager to get the information.

He crept up on the boy and said, "You're late, Mr Potter."

The boy jumped and turned round to face him. Harry was exceptionally handsome this morning: his sweater was open and he had no pyjama top on underneath and his hair was sticking out in every direction.

He forced his eyes away from the boy's torso, after Harry had wrapped his arms round himself protectively. "Have you thought any more about my proposal?" Lucius asked as casually as he could, even though he was desperate to hear the boys' answer.

Potter seemed to be thinking and Lucius didn't think he could take the tension.

Finally, his beauty spoke. "I... sort of; I just don't think I could do what you want."

Malfoy narrowed his eyes and anger swelled up inside him. He thought the boy would definitely choose to help others and succumb to Lucius... He therefore tried to hit a nerve with Harry.

"I see. And you care not for this war? You don't care that people are dying because a Dark Lord has an obsession for a certain young wizard?" Lucius knew he was going too deep.

"How could you say that?" the boy whispered. "Of course I care! You think I like the fact that Voldemort killed my parents and is trying to kill everyone else I love in my life? You think I like it that I lost my Godfather because I went there trying to save him? If you want this war over so much, turn sides without asking for a shag!" It was obvious Potter regretted saying what he just did as he snapped his mouth shut.

Even though the boy looked on the verge of crying and was obviously very scared, Lucius still got angry. "How dare you insinuate that I would go so far as to turn sides just for a 'shag'," he hissed.

The idiotic teen may be scared but he didn't seem intimidated. "Then what do you want: a slave or a peaceful world?"

Lucius glared at Harry hoping to show him who was in charge here.

He then realised surprise was always a good option: "If you won't come for a price, I will take you by force." And with those chilling words he disapparated just around the corner and put a disillusion charm on himself.

Should he have tried harder? How did he know that Potter wouldn't ask him to come back? If Harry didn't agree to his deal he would take the boy by force. He needed that body with him. Hopefully Harry would not write to Dumbledore or anyone else. Lucius had known how Harry liked to work independently.

He then heard a strained voice: "MALFOY!" Lucius smirked triumphantly. "Mr Malfoy, come back!" The Gryffindor was running up the road looking around for him. He actually looked directly at Lucius but he was exceptionally good at disillusion charms and the boy ran straight past. After finding – what he thought was – nothing, Potter trudged back to his house.

Lucius thought now was his chance; he apparated from his hiding position to number four's back garden and levitated himself into a room upstairs. It obviously wasn't Harry's; it had too many goods, much like Draco's room. He stepped over the piles of filthy Muggle magazines for guys and electronics on the floor. When he got to the landing he saw straight away what one was Harry's: it had locks on it, obviously for when he "misbehaved". He rushed inside when he heard said boy making his way upstairs after finishing his argument with his uncle.

After the boy opened the door and turned to kick it shut, Lucius pressed his wand into Harry's spine and took the disillusion charm off.

"You called for me?" he whispered.

He heard Harry gulp.

"How-?" Harry began.

"Never mind that, what did you want?" Lucius couldn't wait to hear Harry say he would go with him.

"Yes, right," croaked Harry. "I thought that if I agree to your... proposal, then the world will get something out of it. If I say no you'll just take me anyway and nothing good would come out of that, so..." Lucius stepped in front of him and saw Harry lower his head in defeat.

Lucius grasped the boy's chin and tilted his head up.

"A wise choice Mr Potter," he said, not able to hold back his smug expression.

Harry moved his head to get out of Lucius' hold.

"I'll only go with you after you give the information to the Order of the Phoenix," Potter said stubbornly. "From past experiences, you haven't been the most trustworthy person."

Oh, the boy had cheek. Lucius played along, "Ah, true, but how do I know I can trust you? You're very good at slipping out of tight situations."

The boy scowled like the teenager he was.

Holding out his hand to Harry, Lucius said, "Shall we?"

"What? Where are we going?" the boy asked, confused.

"First to your headquarters. Do you know where it is?"

He could tell Harry was thinking about what to say. "Yes, but I'd feel more comfortable if we don't meet there. I'm not taking any risks."

"What risks are these? I wouldn't betray you unless you made the first move," Lucius said, acting slightly hurt.

"But–"

"Come now, Mr Potter. It would be easier for all of us." Lucius cursed himself for seeming so eager.

Potter sighed and said, "First, let me write to Dumbledore. I don't want to surprise them all by turning up on the doorstep with a Death Eater." The boy hunted for writing material and Lucius kept close in case he decided to make an escape; well, that was what he told himself.

"Now really," Lucius said huskily, "Is that how you still view me, Harry? If that's the case, there will never be trust between us."

When Harry turned round he seemed startled that Lucius was close to him.

The boy backed off but, impulsively, Lucius grasped the arms in his hands.

He didn't say anything but stared into Harry's orbs.

"Wh...what?" Harry stuttered.

Not taking his silver eyes away from the emeralds in front of him he said, "Your eyes... they're exquisite."

"Great," Harry said, obviously uncomfortable. The boy struggled and Lucius couldn't contain himself anymore. Before Harry could finish saying, "The parchment's over–" he was interrupted by Lucius smothering his lips. Lucius forced his tongue through Harry's open lips when he gasped. The boy pushed uselessly against Lucius' muscular chest. He then tried to move his head away but Lucius was not letting him escape when he was enjoying every minute of it. He held the boy's head still, moving one of his hands to the soft, dark hair.

Suddenly, Lucius felt an agonizing pain in his crotch and realised that Harry had kicked into his privates.

"You insolent little bastard!" growled Lucius, his eyes watering.

"What the hell was that about?" the boy shouted, and Lucius saw him wiping his mouth.

Instead of showing how hurt he was, he said ruthlessly, "If you can't handle a single kiss, you're going to find it very hard to keep to your half of the deal, boy."

"But you haven't even done your part yet! And how else do you think I'm going to react?"

After thinking about how Harry must be feeling, Lucius took a deep breath and said, "Yes, I suppose you're right. I apologise."

He could see Harry was taken aback by his apology.

After watching Harry regain back his cool, he let his eyes look over the heaving, pale chest and felt himself get slightly flushed. Luckily Potter's voice snapped him out of it.

"Fine, just let me write to Dumbledore first." Lucius watched Harry bend over to scribble his message on the desk. He found himself wanting, craving, to take the boy there and then and honestly thought he wouldn't be able to sustain his smooth manner.

Harry straightened up and gave the letter to his owl and muttered something to it.

When the bird was out the window, Lucius spoke. "It looks like we have some time on our hands, Mr Potter."

Clearly thinking for an excuse, Harry said, "Um, actually I have chores to do for my aunt and uncle. I'll be back in a minute." Harry managed to dodge away from Lucius.

Trying to think of something to say to keep the boy there he said, "What chores are these?"

"Well, the list is here-"Lucius snatched it, seeing something to distract Harry with.

He looked over the long list and felt slightly annoyed for some reason. "You're made to do all this?"

"Yeah, I don't really mind though, seeing as I don't have anything else to do here." Harry was looking at the floor.

Lucius tried, subtly, to reason with Harry to stay. "You surely don't need to do them now, though? We'll be leaving soon and your aunt and uncle can't make you come back and do them."

"No, let me just..." Lucius moved to stand in front of the door, blocking Harry's escape. "Out of my way!" he shouted, evidently frustrated.

Lucius tried his luck. "For a kiss, I'll move."

"What?" Lucius knew the boy would think this outrageous, but he just wanted to see what he would do. He was disappointed, however, when Harry merely said, "Don't worry; I'll just clean my room." Harry moved over to his bed and started to make it. Lucius never took his eyes off of the absurdly handsome boy in front of him.

After Harry had finished clearing out the disgusting bird cage, Lucius spoke. "You're very good at this."

"Yeah, well, fourteen years of practice has to pay off," Harry muttered.

"Indeed, you'll be a lot of use in my manor." Lucius grinned evilly.

The boy turned to Lucius. "It's hard enough for me to agree to you so please stop bringing it up!" the boy shouted. Harry was evidently distressed about going to Lucius' manor, which made Lucius happy, but also aggravated.

"You'll get used to it. Besides it shouldn't be too hard for you, seeing as you're used to this kind of work already." He tried to sound sympathetic but he was never good at that.

Harry tensed; his nostrils flaring and his jaw clicking, and through clenched teeth said, "You had to get something in return."

Lucius tried not to say it but the opportunity was too good to miss: "Of course – no good going through life being pushed around now, is there, Mr Potter?"

Harry's reaction was, again, disappointing. He just laughed bitterly. "No, there's nothing worse than that; gosh how awful it would be to be bossed around and used all your life." He turned away and faced the window.

Lucius stood behind him and said softly in his ear, "You won't be with me, Harry." And before he could help himself, Lucius licked the boy's sensitive area on the ear. That made Harry turn around, but it was not the expression Lucius wanted to see. He was not used to people glaring at him after acting so intimate.

"What, being your slave yet not being bossed around? How is that possible?" Potter said, nervously.

"You'll just have to wait," said Lucius, taking pleasure in Harry's nerves.

Before Lucius could move in again, the blasted owl returned.

"Wow, girl; that really was fast!" Harry said, relieved. He took the parchment from it.

Lucius crept up behind Harry and read it over his shoulder; it helped that Harry was quite short.

The letter said:

Harry,

To say I believe Lucius would be a lie. I shall indeed meet with him but only us two. I have no intention of putting anyone in danger, no matter how small the risk.

Tell him to meet me outside your house in... well, any time now, seeing as I'm going to disapparate as soon as I send this.

Albus Dumbledore

"He's meeting you out-"

"-side your house, yes I can read, Potter." Before Harry could turn around, Lucius pushed Harry against the wall.

"What are you doing?" asked Harry, his voice shaking.

"I'm keeping to your half of the deal." He smirked.

"But you haven't given the Order their information yet!" Harry said, outraged.

Lucius just smiled darkly, fingers creeping beneath the jacket, his hands traced down Harry's spine, feeling the vertebrates underneath the cold, smooth skin. He was nearing the boy's firm arse when...

Crack.

A faint noise outside made both Lucius and Harry jump; Lucius stepped away from Harry and looked out of the window, hoping no one had seen through it.

"What excellent timing your Headmaster has, Potter," Lucius said bitterly. He swept out of the small room, and swiftly and silently glided down the stairs.

Lucius stormed outside, not caring what the Muggles thought, and met the old man at the bottom of the path.

"Lucius," nodded Dumbledore.

"Albus," Lucius said, likewise.

"So, what's this I hear about you having a change of heart? If that's what it can be called..." The old wizard was obviously sceptical of Lucius, and he had good reason to be, supposed Lucius.

"Yes, I was explaining to Mr Potter how pointless this war is getting and I'd love it to be over before my son gets burdened with..." Lucius felt slightly choked up; he loved his son to bits and couldn't stand him having all the problems he'd had.

"With Voldemort's mark?" Lucius nodded stiffly. "Yes, I can understand that..." Dumbledore was obviously trying to suss out what else Lucius wanted.

"Tell me, why speak to Harry first?"

He'd prepared this answer after putting his plan together.

"Because I know how noble he is. I knew he'd jump at the chance to end this war if it spares lives."

"So you took advantage of his conscience. Much like Lord Voldemort last year when he knew Harry would come to save Sirius." This left Lucius speechless.

Finally, he said, "Yes, but that is completely different. I was not out to kill him, I needed his help and if he agreed that I was safe enough to turn sides, I knew you would listen to him."

Albus paused and Lucius could practically hear his brain working.

Eventually, he spoke up. "Get Harry and I shall meet you at The Lions Mane inn. I believe you stay there sometimes." And with that, the old man was gone in a whirl of his cloak.

Lucius turned to the path. Now to convince Harry not to turn me in, he thought.