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The Tale of One Harry Potter and Lucius Malfoy	By : zeldaofarel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 27840 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 11: Freeing Draco, Part 1
Lucius lay in his own bed for a change. He didn't plan on it, by all means, he was determined to be in his Master's, but he was disappointed. He was so happy when he got back from Ollivander. He had a new wand, could do magic again. He rushed up on the stairs as they arrived to the foyer, and hurried to His Lord's room. He hesitated a bit as he wasn't told to see the young man when he returned, but he was so happy and grateful, he just wanted to say 'thank you' properly. He decided to knock anyway. After a few moments a dishevelled looking Lord Potter opened his door, naked.
"What do you want, Lucius?" he grunted out.
The blond man was somewhat taken aback by his tone, but the old Malfoy stubbornness flared in his eyes.
"I wanted to thank you for my wand," he said, his eyes shining with promise.
"I'm busy. Go to sleep. Maybe tomorrow," Master Potter dismissed him and shut the door to his face.
Lucius knew why he was busy.
He glimpsed Seamus Finnigan, one of the frequent visitors to the house lying naked in their bed. It was just a moment, but Lucius knew that he was not mistaken. He overheard once the two girls talk about how often the fare-haired Gryffindor visited before Lucius came along. Apparently His Master got bored of him.
Thus Lucius returned to his room. It's been months since he'd used it to anything more than storage and dressing. It was strange to lie down in an empty bed. His mind conjured up images of what could be happening in the other room, leaving something deep inside him aching. A part of him was cursing that the boy took his place in their bed.
But it's not your bed, is it now, Lucius?
Shut up.
You made yourself his servant. What do you expect? He's a young, powerful, handsome man and you're a...
Shut up!
...an old, weary man. Especially with your natural glamours on, no wonder he's tired of you and wants someone more ... fresh.
The voice that sounded very much like his father was audibly grinning. Lucius knew he was a fool. He really was just a servant. If his Master wished to have someone else in HIS bed, he could. It wasn't like they were committed to each other. Yeah, no commitment.
Then why did it hurt so much?
* * *
The following day was very eventful. Their normal routine was broken and it was rather dedicated to planning the night's rescue. The house's occupants and also Seamus Finnigan, along with some other former Order members were all gathered in the sitting-room from the morning hours. Lucius had to resist himself from sneering at the Irish boy. Upon closer inspection, he didn't know what His Lord saw in him. He wasn't very well toned, and his hair was a horrible colour. Indeed, nothing could overcome the shiny blond hue of his own.
You're grasping at straws, Lucius.
Well, anyway, he hoped that His Master would soon tire of the boy and return to him. He was more experienced, after all. Lord Potter so enjoyed when he had his lips wrapped around his...
Lucius stopped himself from going further. They were discussing how to free his son and he was developing a hard-on. It wasn't a good idea. He needed to overcome his urges. However, since for the past several months he'd had the opportunity to have sex every night, his body now suffered from being denied that last night.
However, he forced himself to concentrate on the plans that were being made in front of him. Lupin was just explaining where exactly his son was located in the dungeons. Once he was finished, His Master turned to him.
"Lucius, you know your home better than anyone. Is there a simpler way to get into the dungeons?"
"Actually, there is. It will only open for a Malfoy as it needs blood magic. However, if we go through that way, we can only take a few people as the doorway only opens for a few seconds. It was designed for a few Malfoys to either get into the house or outside," Lucius informed them.
"Is it a safer way than the route through the greenhouses that Remus took?" Lord Potter questioned him further.
"It most definitely is. Lupin apparated into the forest surrounding the grounds. We could start not far from there, but then go on to reach the small stream flowing just at the edge of my property," he explained. "There is a specific spot where I have to stand, right next to a tree that I can recognise. If I make a small cut on my palm and let a few drops into the stream, the water parts to reveal a doorway going down straight to the dungeons."
"We will need to be careful in the dungeons. They're bound to have someone there to keep watch," Potter wondered out loud.
"Actually, not for some time if we take the hidden corridor. It's entrance from the side of the dungeons is concealed as well. In fact, there's a mirror on that corridor that can show us any part of the dungeons with the help of a spell. Very useful for emergency situations," Lucius was proud. His home was built well indeed. The others were looking at him pleased about his information.
Lucius knew that for now it wasn't his home. However, once His Lord defeated Voldemort, he could surely return to it. He thought about how wonderful it would be if Lord Potter joined him there, but he was sure that once the war was over, he wouldn't want anything to have to do with him. No he would probably enjoy his victory and use it for all its worth. Young witches and wizards would be at his feet. He could do anything he wanted to. Lucius sighed. Anyone he wanted.
You are growing soft in your old age, Lucius. Surely you didn't fall in love with the boy.
No! I didn't. And he's no boy.
Of course not. You wouldn't give your soul to him now, I hope so anyway. Not a proper Malfoy, are you now?
I am!
Deep inside, he knew he was in denial, but he couldn't afford to admit anything.
"All right. Thank you Lucius for the information," His Master thanked him!
So much like a house-elf you are, Lucius.
"So we look around and handle the guard once we know where he or she is. When there, we can determine which way to go to get Draco. We should do this as fast as possible, just in and out, with little fighting. The time for me to face Voldemort hasn't come and I don't want to engage him," Lord Potter seemed to wonder off for a second, then he turned to Severus. "Snape, I'll need you to have your potions ready. I suspect Malfoy, I mean, Draco, has been tortured. Maybe for information, or perhaps just for fun. I don't expect him to be in good condition."
Lucius shuddered at the thought. His beautiful son. They'll pay for it!
He caressed his wand inside his robe pocket.
"The only thing we have to decide now is who should go," His Master went on with the planning. "Obviously Lucius has to go. I'm also going. I suppose we do have to keep this party small," he looked around the people present, chewing his lower lip in thought. "I think Snape should also go. He's a familiar face and if Malfoy came to, he wouldn't panic. Snape, don't levitate him, bring him in your arms, it's faster that way," Severus just nodded. Then Lord Potter turned to Lucius. "I suppose you'll need to open the door with your blood when we leave as well..."
Lucius nodded at His Master's assumption.
"Yes, so you can't carry your son. I think that three people will be enough. Too many and we'd make such a racket that the whole house would come running. The house-elves are ready with the room for Malfoy?" he turned to the two women, who Lucius had learned ran the house.
"Of course, Harry," Kathleen assured him. "We also have some clothes ready that should fit him. Though probably in the first week he'll only need the night-shirt," she grimaced at the thought of what condition they would find the boy in.
"I suppose then that's it, we have everything settled. Lucius, Snape, meet me in the foyer at eleven." The two men nodded at the younger, who then turned to the Irish boy standing next to him. "Seamus, come with me," Potter smiled at him and taking his hand, lead him out of the room.
Lucius watched them go, forcing himself not to think of what they were going to do.
Still, when hours later His Lord didn't show up at dinner and nor did Finnigan, he couldn't stop the feeling of his heart clenching.
* * *
Lucius decided to forgo the robes that evening and instead chose black trousers with a dark shirt. The evening was rather cold for such an outfit, but he decided to use warming charms instead of something heavier. He had spent the previous hours after dinner with lounging in the large bathtub, surrounded by the scent of lavender. He wanted to be calm, not have his thoughts in turmoil over the Irish ... nobody. In the end, he summoned the day's edition of the Daily Prophet from the sitting-room. The paper was void of any mention of Voldemort, or Harry Potter, just the usual drivel. Of course, it didn't provide an adequate distraction for his thoughts.
Still, dressing for the night, Lucius forced his mind on his son. He wondered what would happen to him once he was in a state where he could leave the house. Part of him wanted his son far away from him, or even England. He didn't want his son to see what a low standing he had with his new Master. Another part of him just wanted to keep him close and safe. If Draco stayed with him, Lucius would always know that Draco was well protected. With a sigh, he decided to leave the decision for His Master and his son. Draco would learn about his father's situation anyway.
He was jerked out of his wonderings by a knock on the door.
"Lucius, are you ready? Potter is already standing next to me and we could leave right away," came the voice of Severus.
"Yes, I'm ready," Lucius called. He quickly checked that his wand was in the holder around his waist along with a dagger from the training room in another.
He opened the door and there stood the two other men, both in similar attires as his own. The three of them walked down to the foyer and apparated to the location previously described by Lupin.
Lucius looked around the part of the forest they have arrived to. It was not very dense as it was closer to the house and in a part of the estate that they frequently used for riding. After a while the foliage just didn't grow back. Lucius breathed in deeply the cold night air. It had been so long since he had been outside and since his current habitat was in London, the air was just never the same. It hit him how much he longed for his home. Lord Potter conjured a rusty brown flame to light their way. Granger had thought of that as the light of it would be less noticeable in the darkness and they could still see where they were going.
It was Fall and the trees had shed much of their leaves, the breeze rattled their empty crowns. Lucius feared that the rustling sound they made as they headed towards the stream would alert some Death Eaters to their intrusion. However, there were many animals living in the forest, so they could have been attributed perhaps to a small herd of deers.
Lucius forced his wondering thoughts to the mission and put his senses on alert. Finally, they heard the sound of water hitting rocks as it languidly made its way among the trees. Cautiously, they approached the stream and Lucius noted that they had indeed reached the part where the door opened. They didn't speak, Lucius just took out the knife and nodded to the others to be ready. He slid his palm and held it above the water.
As the drops hit the inky black mass of moving entity, something seemed to rise from the depths, making the water retreat, but not leave its bed. However, as Master Potter showed the light to the spot, they could see that there wasn't a real solid mass rising, but only a magical field designed to clear the way to the Malfoys. In an insane moment it occurred to Lucius that this way they wouldn't even have to get wet and how ingenious it was of his ancestors to be looking out for their outfits even in the desperate times that would warrant the use of the hidden passage. With a slight smile on his face, Lucius walked forward when the opened way to the corridor finally made its appearance. The other two followed him, looking around to make sure there were no on-lookers. Once inside, they had to walk down a long stairway, but they had no more use of the fire, because the magic of the place sensed them and the torches lit along the walls. As all three of them cleared from the doorway, they could see the stream claiming back its place above.
Master Potter extinguished the fire and it went out in a brief flicker and a hiss. It startled Lucius for a second as it reminded him of his old master's snake, Nagini. He shook himself and lead the little group on, down the stairs. Soon enough, the corridor straightened out and they no longer had to walk downward. Still, they didn't reach the end for fifteen more minutes. Once there, Lucius looked around. The walls seemed bare, except for the ever-present torches. He knew there was supposed to be a mirror somewhere, but he'd never actually used the place himself, just his father had talked about it and taught him the location of the entrance. He hoped that the mirror was on the wall, but apparently not. He wondered how his ancestors would have hidden it. He let his unhealed hand run along the surface of the corridor. His family always valued blood over everything else. He was proven right when the wall changed into a huge mirror that showed just the other side of the door they stopped at. Lucius concentrated on his son, keeping his hand on the now glassy surface. The image changed to show the form of Draco. He gasped at the sight. His beautiful son was sitting on the bare floor in a cell that only had a basin in it for his waste. His hair was much longer than he had last seen it, almost reaching his waist in a dirty, oily mass. His face was drawn, bruised and so thin, Lucius had seen healthier children in the poorest villages of Africa during his travels. His eyes were staring ahead, empty orbs of pain so deep, it could no longer be commanded by the mind. Lucius' very soul ached and his hand trembled on the image.
He willed the sight to change and slowly they could look through the way that lead from their current location to Draco. It wasn't a long way ahead and there seemed to be no guards. They probably thought that the Manor was so secure, no one could get in. Therefore they hesitated no more and opened the door. When all three of them exited the hidden corridor, the door shut behind them and disappeared. Lucius looked around, storing in his memory the location. Then they slowly, cautiously made their was to Draco's cell. As they neared it, they could hear the sound of music and laughter coming from above. They seemed to be having a party upstairs. The Malfoy part of Lucius hoped that they wouldn't waste what generations of Malfoys have built. Once they reached the cell, Lucius and Severus stood on either side of it, wands at the ready. Lord Potter put the tip of his wand to the door and closed his eyes, concentrating on the wards sealing it.
Lucius was getting impatient as the door remained closed, however, he kept his indifferent mask in place. As he looked at His Master, he saw that he stood stoically in one place, eyes still closed. He almost told him to hurry up, when sounds came from nearer to them and footsteps could be heard getting closer. Lucius cast a questioning glance towards his friend, but he just lifted his wand a bit more, aiming towards the voices. Now they could hear exactly what was being said. Lucius knew the two people speaking were the Lestrange brothers.
"Ah, I can't wait to take the little imp on a ride again. This is one broomstick that he's good on," Lucius could hear the leer in his speech.
"My favourite is when we share, dear brother. Blondie is getting loose enough to be even wide for the two of us, when we are not exactly small," he laughed at his own observation, the other man joining in.
"Then we could use one of the toys on him as well. Three cocks! Just imagine!"
Lucius felt like strangling them with his bare hands for touching his delicate son. Just as he was about to bolt down the corridor towards the Lestranges in a very un-Slytherin fashion, he heard the door click next to him, signalling Draco's freedom. Lucius knew what he had to do and stayed in position as Potter and Severus ran inside to get him. However, the voices were getting nearer with every passing second. Lucius tried to count out if they would make it, but with the panic rising inside him, he couldn't think straight. They were so close!
To be continued...
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The Tale of One Harry Potter and Lucius Malfoy