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Lessons On Humility	By : RaineLemuria Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 7170 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Authors Note: This will be a yaoi, eventual MPREG. If this is not your thing, please don't read. Thank you.

Prologue: Now We Are Free
Harry's body felt like lead, his scar burned like an inferno and the battle between Dark and Light was fierce. The school that became home to him was being destroyed, the castle becoming more and more damaged from the crossfire. Harry could've sworn he heard the school crying out in pain. Harry felt his heart break as he heard it and his eyes welled with unshed tears. He never asked for this, to be the Boy Who Lived what was it now....Twice? All he wanted was to be normal but from day one, he was anything but normal.
For years he had been trying to balance his life but something always threw him for a loop. Even before school he had been extraordinary. Surviving a maniac's curse, while his parents died, feats of accidental magic from a young age, dealing with abusive relatives who wanted nothing to do with him, being a Parselmouth and then when the letter from Hogwarts came, his world turned completely upside down.
Some days were great, others were just hell. The wizarding world was a wonder he loved exploring but the one thing he hated, was being treated like a celebrity. People tried to toss him things or do favors just to get in his good graces. He hated it and in a twisted, weird way, he liked that the Malfoys and Snape acted as they did around him, Draco and Lucius especially. The father and son may have hated him but they drove Harry to succeed beyond expectations. Snape did as well but the fire burned brighter where the Malfoys were concerned. When it came to Snape he secretly wished he could give the snarky greasy dungeon bat a swift but well deserved kick in the pants. He knew that the older man still held a school boy grudge but Harry wished he could tell the man to grow the fuck up and get the James Potter glasses off.
Harry had grown from the puny ragamuffin who had walked into Diagon Alley with wide eyed wonder to a calculating, yet even keeled young wizard. He was no longer short, standing at an impressive 6'7" and he was muscular. His messy hair had grown in the front, giving him a rugged yet boyish look. His features were no longer babyish, instead taking on a strong, yet gentle and aristocratic look. His emerald eyes were brighter than ever and the glasses were gone, luckily they were no longer needed. He had his vision corrected and that he was thankful for.
He looked around the battlefield and even saw the Malfoys fighting. This didn't surprise him. But what did, was the side they were fighting on. They were fighting for the Light, taking down Death Eaters, Dark Creatures and Dark Wizards left and right. Harry was stunned. Lucius was taking on one of the Lestrange brothers, Narcissa was taking the other, both fighting back to back. It reminded Harry of Remus and Tonks. They fought and died in the same position. Draco was handling a former classmate turned Death Eater, whom it was was unclear to Harry. Harry ran when he saw Voldemort on the far side of the field, as if waiting. The serpentine older man smirked when his Crimson eyes met Harry's Emerald ones. He was ready. He had his wand ready and was making his way towards him when he heard screaming. He stopped and turned to see Narcissa break away from standing with her husband and run towards an unsuspecting Draco who was about to get ambushed by a turned Fenrir Grayback. Harry tried to stun the rampaging werewolf but it didn't work. Narcissa pushed her son to the ground and got in between him and the werewolf. Fenrir didn't stop. He slashed with his claws and ripped with his jaws. Narcissa's screams were carried on the wind and her blood dyed the grounds and her son red. Both Lucius and Draco cried out in anguish and Lucius cast the Killing Curse on the werewolf. The crazed beast died at once and Lucius' wand dropped to the ground at the same time as he had. He gathered his wife's mangled bloodied body to his chest and screamed out in pain, anger and rage. Draco cried uncontrollably. Harry clenched his fists and glared at the Dark Lord who had the nerve to smile at the sight.
"You see Harry," The older man said casually. "Do you see the extent of people's beliefs? Lucius served me so faithfully and yet by betraying me, look what happened."
"I bet you set that up." Harry growled. Voldemort looked at the younger man and chuckled.
"Ah, how well you know me pet." Voldemort said softly, his Crimson eyes half lidded. "It seems that our little bond had tied us together deeper than I expected. Come, join me and this war will cease. We will fall back, rebuild and try again."
"You're lying and we both know it," Harry said. "Why my parents?"
"That's an easy answer, they refused me. Especially your mother. I loved her, desired her, wanted her at my side, as my queen as you will. After she discovered my intentions for the world, she flat out refused me and went with your father. I tried to bribe him for your mother's hand and again I was refused. Three times I asked, and three times I was refused. When you were born, I decided on what I wanted, or who. I chose you and I asked for you instead. Again I was refused. Your father said you were already betrothed but he refused to say to whom. So I decided to take you by force. I killed your father immediately. Your mother on the other hand, pleaded for you, to take her instead. That made it easier for me, because I was going to take you anyway. I killed her too but when I cast the curse on you, the curse rebounded. The rest you know as history."
"And the Malfoys? The Longbottoms? The families and lives you destroyed?"
"All a means to an end and they are all expendable. Lucius, I kept for his power, social standing, wealth and beauty. Severus, his skills with Potions and espionage. He was a magnificent spy. Lucius is as well. The Longbottoms were my earliest recruits but they didn't have the stomach for my beliefs and turned. Narcissa was never on my side anyway and I know she had tried on many occasions to get Lucius to defect, thanks to her little stunt here, she's done just that. Now it's a pity I'll have kill them. Good help is hard to find this days, shame, what a waste...Averda K....."
Harry disarmed him silently which had the other man and the remaining Malfoys blinking in shock.
"I hate bullies. Why not pick on someone your own size Tom?" Harry asked calmly, the use of the other man's human name sending him into a frenzy. Harry took a stance but at the last moment, hid his wand and allowed the older man to hit him with his favorite curse! Everyone was in shock, Voldemort smirked, believing himself victorious until he doubled over in pain and collapsed, dropping dead on the spot. Voldemort had unwittingly, killed himself by killing Harry!
Pristine white. It reminded Harry of the freshly fallen snow, and Lucius' beautiful white blond hair. That was the first color that greeted Harry as he woke up in a bed in the Hospital Wing. Harry winced in pain, noticing that his ribs were bandaged and he saw his bruises. The was banged up but alive. Ron and Hermoine were also hurt but once again, Harry was worst for the wear.
"Harry, you did it, he's gone!" Hermoine said, aching to throw her arms around the ravenette. Ron grinned and clapped him on the unhurt shoulder.
"Mate, that battle was fucking intense. Everyone, even the Malfoys gave their all..."
"Where are they? What happened to the survivors?" Harry asked, hissing in pain for sitting up too quickly.
"All remaining Death Eaters and new recruits were taken to Azkaban, they're awaiting trial." Harry shocked Hermoine and Ron by getting up and getting dressed despite his injuries and pain. "Mate what are you doing?"
"I have to do what I can to make sure they don't die. I promised Narcissa that I would protect Draco and I will. Lucius is no exception to that. I will not put Draco through what I went through. He already lost his mother, was bathed in her blood. I will not allow his father to be taken from him as well." The two of them blinked as Harry stiffly walked out of the Hospital Wing, ignoring Madame Pomfrey's demands for him to return to his bed. Harry, despite being banged up and magically exhausted, was a man on a mission.
I know it's a bit short, but there will be more!
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