OMGOSH! I'm so SORRY!

I must have left this story for about a month... :O

I've honestly had NO inspiration at all as to where this is going or what to write to fill in the chapters before my ending...

URGH

I'm happy to take requests, one so I can update sooner next time and two, to make it up to all of you lovely readers, and I can understand if you don't want to carry on with this!

I feel awful =[ lol

Anyway, this chapter (as you can probably tell) is completely random and doesn't really contribute much... eh...

But it's a chapter right? :)

Thank you if you're sticking by it still! ILY!!

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Chapter forty one

Harry's POV

Harry managed to collect Lucius' memories from the last two days, though he could tell Lucius wasn't happy about it.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled as he stood in the doorway leading out of Lucius' office with a small, glass phial with Lucius' swirly, blue memories inside.

"Me too," Lucius said reasonably coldly.

Probably annoyed we didn't 'do' anything, Harry thought miserably.

"W-well, I'll see you later," Harry said trying to catch Lucius' gaze; the man was looking anywhere but Harry.

"Goodbye."

Harry leant in to kiss Lucius' lips. He gave the man a small peck but received no reaction from him.

Swiftly Harry hurried away from the third floor and made his way to Dumbledore's office.

Why is Lucius acting like it's my fault? Harry thought desperately. Stupid Draco...

He arrived at Dumbledore's office in no time.

"Well done, Harry," the old man said when Harry presented the glass phial to him. "Thank you for doing this."

Harry just nodded and watched as Dumbledore sieved through Lucius' memories of the past two days.

When he had finished he turned to Harry with a soft smile on his face.

"It appears that Draco was indeed lying about his father contacting Death Eaters. Do you know why he wants to get his father in trouble, Harry?"

"No, sir," Harry said as truthfully as possible. "Like I said before, I only know that they fell out, though I don't know what about."

Dumbledore nodded.

"I see..."

Harry stood there awkwardly while the old man thought.

"Well, I should probably go..." he said as he shimmied towards the door.

"Would you mind waiting for a few minutes? I need to talk to you about Lord Voldemort."

Great, Harry thought. Probably to do with that damn prophecy...

"As you know, during the summer Lucius gave me some – very useful – information concerning Lord Voldemort."

"Yes, I remember," Harry said. That information was how me and Lucius got into this... relationship.

"Would you care to take a seat? I want to pass this information on to you, now you know the prophecy."

Harry nodded again and stiffly sat down. He wasn't in the mood for this; he wanted to get Lucius to forgive him.

It was going to be a long discussion.

* * *

Finally, after spending at least three hours in the headmaster's office, Harry was free to go, though he was feeling rather shaken.

Dumbledore had just explained to him about these so-called Horcruxes Voldemort had made years ago. Also, the information Lucius had given Dumbledore would help Dumbledore and Harry greatly in destroying them, for he had told Dumbledore the whereabouts of two Horcruxes.

The fact that Harry had to destroy all of these and then destroy Voldemort wasn't an easy thing to digest. He kept replaying the prophecy in his head: Neither can live while the other survives...

He sat down in a crevice in a corridor somewhere, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

"What the hell," he muttered to himself.

He pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his face in between them.

"No loitering in the corridors, Potter," came a familiar voice.

Harry looked up from his desolate posture and saw Lucius casually leaning on his cane a few feet away.

Harry didn't know what to do so he just sat there, staring at Lucius who was staring at him.

After a few more seconds, Lucius snapped, "Well get a move on, then!"

"What?" Harry asked, startled. "Where?"

"My office of course." And with those four words he swept down the corridor, the sound of his cane echoing on the stone floor.

Harry wasn't sure whether to follow like some obedient little puppy, or whether to stand his ground and wait for Lucius to ask. So, instead, he called out to the man.

"I'm not going anywhere until you give me what I want."

Lucius' POV

Lucius stopped in his tracks and turned round slowly.

"I can do that in my office, Potter," he said quietly. "It wouldn't be very appropriate here."

"I'm talking about an apology!" the boy snarled standing up. "You act all stand-offish with me just because I'm doing something for Dumbledore. I didn't want to have to take your memories because I know you would never betray me. But I did what I had to do, like so many other times before!"

Lucius observed the fuming Harry who was shaking slightly.

"You're right," he said finally. "I did act wrongly and for that I am deeply sorry. I just have so much pent up anger from Draco it's hard to contain it all."

He saw Harry's calculating green eyes trying to decide whether Lucius' apology was humble enough. However, it mustn't have been because Harry folded his arms and pouted, clearly waiting for more.

Lucius sighed and walked over to the boy.

"Harry, I truely am sorry. I know it wasn't fair how I acted. In fact I would go so far as to say I behaved very petulantly. So please, forgive me. I can't stand it when you look at me with those sincere green orbs of yours."

Lucius saw Harry's mouth twitch before the boy said, "I can believe that."

"Good, because if you didn't I'd have to take you away anyway," Lucius said evilly as he leant in to kiss Harry, but the boy ducked away.

"Like you said, it's not a very appropriate place."

* * *

Lucius' arm was draped round Harry's shoulders while the boy rested his head in the crook of Lucius' neck.

However, just as Lucius was recalling that marvellous intimacy they just had, Harry spoke up.

"Lucius?"

"Mmm?"

"I was wondering..." Lucius could hear a smirk in the boy's tone.

"What?" he asked suspiciously.

"You talk all posh and aristocratic but... what would it sound like if you were to say... like, a common word?"

Lucius didn't have a clue where Harry was heading.

"A common word? Like what?"

"Oh, I dunno... Poop?"

Lucius batted Harry over the head.

"What on earth, Potter?!"

"Say it, I'm curious to hear what it would sound like."

Damn; of course, Potter was doing the big, innocent eyes look with his impish grin.

"I won't; I'm sorry to say my way of speaking will not be a form of entertainment to you, Mr Potter."

"Oh, come on! Please?" begged the boy.

Then Lucius had an idea. He grinned evilly while looking at Harry.

"What's in it for me?"

"Oh, I'll... erm... what do you want?"

Lucius grabbed Harry's chin and pulled it closer to his face.

"Stay in my room tonight."

"Oh," Harry said surprised. "That sounds like a reasonable deal."

"Excellent," Lucius said as he slumped down onto his pillow, closing his weary eyes.

He then heard someone clearing their throat.

"What is it?"

"You haven't said it!"

"Said what?" Lucius asked innocently.

Harry bared his teeth and began tickling Lucius. Everywhere.

"Potter– HAHA! St-stop it– HA! I mean it– HOO! OKAY! I'LL SAY IT!"

Harry relinquished his tickling duties and Lucius caught his breath back.

"I'm waiting," Harry said, managing to sound a lot like Severus.

Lucius sighed and, at the risk of being tickled to death, said,

"Poop."

Please don't ask, it's completely barmy I know. Don't know what made me put that in =/

But I got the last bit from a HILARIOUS fic called Reflections by ineedacure. GO READ! =D

Thanks for reading =] hope it was an okay filler chapter :S

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