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Survivor's Guilt	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 34080 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 11

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Finishing up getting dressed before going out to meet Harry and Dudley, Lucius was about to tuck his shirt into his jeans after getting his boots pulled on when one of the house elves popped in to tell him that his son was there. Nodding to himself, he stood then just made certain his jeans were zipped before he headed to his study. He would finish everything else when they left. After all, he still had plenty of time before he had to go.

Walking into the room, he smiled when his grandson called out to him happily then ran in his direction. Scooping the toddler up, he held him and gave him a pat on the back. “You look good, Scorpius. I assume you're keeping yourself out of trouble?”

Grinning at his grandfather, the child nodded. “I missed you, grandfather!”

“And I you,” Lucius conceded, giving him another pat on the back.

Walking over, he looked at Draco, who was giving him a rather critical once over then glanced at him one eyebrow arched. Smug look on his face, Lucius said, “I'll be going out soon. As I'm going into a Muggle area, it does rather behoove one to dress like the masses. And my suits would most assuredly stand out. So, no comments, Draco!”

Smirking, Draco said nothing and nodded.

“I think you look very handsome, Lucius,” Astoria told him with a smile. “You've done very well looking like a Muggle without some of the outlandish outfits some of our kind tends to put together.”

“I thank you, Astoria,” Lucius said with a nod. “Though I have enough common sense to not put together some of the more strange outfits, I will admit to having an assist picking out what looks good by someone who knows what they're doing.”

“You've made some friends then? That's good!” Astoria told him, smile growing.

“Of our kind or Muggles?” Draco asked softly. Most of his prejudices from the past were gone, with what had happened, however he was still on the fence about the mingling of the two.

“One of each, actually,” Lucius told him, seating himself on the edge of the desk, still holding his grandson. “One is a Wizard and the other is a Muggle relative of his. It's worked out well.”

Nodding, Draco asked, “How did you meet them? Not that I'm checking up on you, just curious and making sure there is nothing off or that there is no agenda to get you into trouble.”

“There are no issues, I assure you, Draco. I met them in a pub I go to after my sessions. I had a passing acquaintance with the Wizard years ago and we've struck up a kind of friendship since then. Nothing nefarious on their part, you have my assurances.” Lucius told him with a dismissive wave of his hand. As it was the whole truth without getting into just who it was, Lucius thought it was best to lay it out that way. Draco would be pacified and not ask too many more questions.

“Good,” Draco nodded. “I just get concerned is all.”

“If they are going places and getting you out of the house, this is a good thing, Lucius! At least you're enjoying yourself. That's all that matters. It's much better, even if you are doing Muggle things, than sitting around,” Astoria commented, a smile still on her face. “So, what are you doing tonight?”

“We are going to a movie!” Lucius told her with some enthusiasm, grinning slightly. “From what I was told it's about robots that can transform into something else. Though I can't quite get a handle on that visual, I assume I'll understand before the evening is through. As the two have never steered me wrong in things that are enjoyable, I expect that this will be the same.”

“Robots that transform? A movie?” Draco asked, genuinely puzzled, looking at his father. “I-- you've lost me, father.”

“You've seen or heard of the Muggle telly?” Seeing Draco nod, Lucius explained, “Movies, I'm gathering, though I've not seen one yet, are a larger version of the telly. They are shown in a theater on a huge screen with better sound. I've seen movies on the telly and they can be enthralling. I'm assuming this will be a better version. As for robots-- they are a science fiction thing, though I have come to understand Muggles are actually creating them now. It's rather fascinating. I expect I'll enjoy it even though I'm rather befuddled right now about the premise.”

Chuckling, Draco shook his head, “Father, if you aren't careful you're going to end up like some of our kind and become enraptured with all things Muggle. Though I do admit that what you talk about does sound entertaining.”

“Ah, well, yes, I do realize it sounds bad. However, with my position, there is very little for me to do in our world. This allows me to get out and enjoy. Muggles, I've learned, do have some intriguing things. Those mobiles I gave you are one of them. Dead useful, they are!”

“I was dubious when you gave me those, wondering what was going on. However, since then, I can see how something such as that would be useful.” Draco nodded. Actually, though he wouldn't say it, he liked them. It allowed him to get in contact with his father whenever the mood struck him. Even if was just to ease his mind that the older Malfoy was fine. It sure beat sticking ones head in the fire to determine that. Plus, if there was no answer, he could leave a message or send one of those 'text' things, something his father would respond to when he could. It made it nice.

“Yes, I agree, they are,” Lucius said, smug look on his face.

“Now, there was something you wanted me for?” Draco asked. Though he had planned to come see his father anyway this week, more to ease his mind that all was well, his father had asked him to come over because he had something for him.

“Yes, indeed, I have something I need to pass along to you,” Lucius said, nodding. Putting his grandson down, he gave him a pat on the head then went and retrieved a small box from his desk. Passing it to Draco, he said, “I would advise you not unshrink it until you're home. They are rather loud.”

“What is it?” Draco asked, taking the box then giving it a quizzical look.

“Apparently, Grimmauld Place was remodeled. The box contains some of the paintings and things like the family tapestry. I was asked to pass it along to you,” Lucius explained. “You're the last of the Blacks, after all, so it would rightfully go to you.”

Assuming that Potter had contacted his father's solicitor through the normal means when signing off on the funds from the Black estate about the matter, Draco nodded. “Alright, now I understand. I'll treat them well and find a place for them.”

“I would suggest that you find somewhere quiet and out of the way for the painting of Wallburga,” Lucius said, making a face. “It's less than pleasant to deal with. However, I do believe I saw a couple of your mother and her sisters in there. That should make you happy.”

Smiling a little, though his mother's death still stung, Draco said softly, “They will be greatly appreciated. I'll handle them with the respect they deserve.”

“I assumed,” Lucius nodded. “When I was asked if you would want them, I took it upon myself to just say yes. I'm to understand they were just being stored in the basement when the place was remodeled while Potter tried to find someone to take them.”

“At least he didn't throw them out like so many would.” Draco commented. “Yes, something like this does belong with family, even though Potter is now the head of the House of Black, at least officially.”

“Yes, I agree,” Lucius said. Looking down at his grandson, the older Malfoy smirked then said, “I have something for you as well, Scorpius!” Sending a house elf to fetch a can of Coke, Lucius poured a small amount into a glass he conjured then handed it to his grandson. “Try that, I'll bet you like it.”

Though looking at the glass strangely because of the strange fizzing noise and the bubbles, the youngest Malfoy took a sip. Eyes widening, he then grinned and downed the rest. “I like that, grandfather!”

“I thought you might,” Lucius smirked then poured a little more into the glass. “No more than that, though. If I give you too much, your mother will hex me!”

Chuckling, Astoria shook her head, “No, I wouldn't. I might not be happy with you, but I won't throw hexes. What is it anyway? He seems to like it.”

“It's a Muggle soda pop called Coke. Something that's a sweet drink in the class with butterbeer, or similar anyway. However, it's loaded with sugar and caffeine. So, no, he can't have too much of it or, as it was put to me, 'he would be bouncing off the walls'.” Lucius explained. Conjuring two more glasses, he poured the rest into them and passed them to the other two. “It is rather good.”

Though exchanging a quizzical look as this wasn't something Lucius would normally have, the two took a sip. Both then had a look of surprise on their faces after a taste. “Oh, this is good, Lucius! Much different than anything we have in our world.” Astoria told him, taking another drink.

“Yes, I thought so as well,” Lucius told them nodding.

“I do admit it's pleasing,” Draco conceded after another drink. “Very different but good.”

Looking smug, Lucius nodded. “Muggles, I'm learning, do have some very good things in the manner of food and drink. Quite pleasing to the palette.” Settling back, he began to ask about things like Draco's job and other mundane topics to play catch up with his son.

Sitting at his desk at work, Harry was ignoring everything around him. As it was Friday and there was plenty of bustle going on as it was just before quitting time, he was trying to stay out of the way, ignoring everything and everyone around, not to mention the excited buzz of conversations all over. Holding onto a short letter he had composed, he read it through again to make sure everything was there then nodded, pleased. It wasn't much, but with what he was about to do he wanted something to explain it because there would be no body left for anyone to find. He didn't want to put everyone through wondering what happened or trying to search for him. This whole thing was going to be bad enough as it was, so he didn't want them to go through more than they were going to anyway, causing even more pain.

With a soft sigh, he put it down and looked at it. It was time. His will was signed, he had taken care of everything else, things he wanted people to have were passed along, so it was time for him to move on. Though he knew it should horrify him, he was feeling relieved that the time had finally come. The pain would end at long last, something he never thought would happen. That's all he really wanted now. He had suffered enough so it was time to do the only thing he knew would help rather than keep going the way he was.

Placing the letter squarely on the desk where someone would see it, Harry actually really smiled for the first time in months. Standing, he stripped out of his robes, leaving him just in an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt, he then set his wand on the desk with his mobile. Looking around, still smiling, he nodded then headed towards the room with the Death Chamber in it. Though no coward about pain, he was going to do it this way rather than one of the many other means of going about it. After all, it was a sure-fire bet that it would work and there would be no saving or bringing him back the way there was with some other methods. No, this was best. Not to mention it would be something like retribution on his part. After all, it was his own stupidity that caused Sirius to die this way, so it was only right he went the same way his godfather did. He only hoped there was some pain involved as a way to pay him back for all of it he had caused so many over the years. That was only right, after all.

Striding through the halls from his office, he made a beeline for the Death Chamber, ignoring everyone. With most going home, he was certain his letter wouldn't be discovered until Monday. That was good. No chance of this failing then. Saying a silent 'sorry' to those he knew would hurt over it, he kept his steps determined, as he made his final walk, head held high, like he had done before, and kept smiling. The pain was finally going to end and he would correct the mistake made so long ago at long last.

Stepping into Harry's office, his boss, Mr. Hedgethorn, sighed heavily. This wasn't something he wanted to do as he knew Harry would hate it, but it was best to give him a heads up. The reporters were waiting for him upstairs again. To his eyes, there seemed to be more there than normal this time. As Harry hated dealing with them, he was going to give the young man a heads up then point him to the back exit so he could avoid the whole blinking mess and escape before the mass knew he was gone.

Looking around, his brow furrowed slightly. Harry wasn't there, something very unusual. As one of his most dependable employees, the young man was always in his office if he wasn't working in the chamber itself. Scratching his head, trying to think, he wondered where he could be. Right now, as it was so late in the day, he knew Harry wouldn't be in the chamber. The last of the work there for the week was finished yesterday. All that was needed now was the documentation on it and reports to be written up. That was something Harry did in the office, per the rules. After all, he was well aware how people were affected being around the veil too much, so it was something that he made sure was strictly enforced that they stay away from it unless directly working on something. From experience, he knew that was for the best. Harry had always followed that rule as well, hence the reason he was able to do this for so long without an issue when so many others couldn't take it and transferred out or just plain quit.

Scanning around for a clue as to what Harry might be doing, his eyes lit on his robe hanging on the chair then the note and Harry's wand on the desk. At seeing the note and wand, he felt his insides turn to ice immediately. Unfortunately, he'd dealt with many suicides of beings that worked in the chamber over the years because of what it tended to set off in some and knew bad signs when he saw them. That's what he was seeing now and knew it.

Striding over to the desk, he quickly opened the note then skimmed it. That made him realize this wasn't a feeling, but reality and something that needed to be handled now before it came to pass. Without thinking, he snagged the mobile and wand off the desk then took off out of the room, yelling for his assistants as he did. Seeing the one poke their head out of the office, he quickly apprised him of the situation then had him mobilize a few others and head to the chamber as fast as they could, hoping it wasn’t too late already. After ensuring they were headed that way, he moved to the Rotating Room and pulled up the menus on the mobile. He knew Harry didn't have many close to him but there was his cousin. In a situation like this, they always needed someone close to help or defuse things. Though a Muggle, he would get his cousin here as fast as he could manage.

Scrolling through the menu on the thing, cursing under his breath, he finally found the cousin Dudley's number then hit auto-dial. Putting it to his ear, he waited. Though he was better acquainted with mobile devices than most wizards, he was still a bit iffy when it came to the more modern ones and hoped he did it right since time was of the essence here. Quickly, there was an answer. Clearing his throat, he asked, “Are you Dudley Dursley? Harry Potter's cousin?”

“Yeah, that's me. Who is this?” Dudley asked warily, wondering if one of the reporters who Harry was complaining about had managed to get his number.

“I'm Mr. Hedgethorn, Harry's boss. We have a situation and need your help,” he said gravely. Then, quickly, he explained what was going on. When he finished, he said, “I have a team going to see what they can do but you getting here would be most helpful.”

Turning while as a sheet, starting to quake, Dudley stammered, “I'll get there as fast as I can but it's going to take me time.”

“We need you soonest. The quicker, the better when it comes to these kinds of things.” The man told Dudley firmly.

“I have to get out of here then drive that way, that's going to take time!” Dudley said, standing, panicked and shaking. Thinking quickly, he said, “I know someone that can get there now and can help. He's a wizard. Lucius Malfoy. I'll call him. I'll get out of here as fast as I can and get there but it's rush hour so it'll take time. This is better.”

“Lucius Malfoy?” Mr. Hedgethorn asked, tone incredulous. “Are you sure?”

“Just trust me and don't bloody ask questions! Lucius can help. I'll explain it all later. Let me call him and get him there,” Dudley all but shouted, dashing towards his boss. “I'll get there as fast as I can but he can do it quicker.”

“Alright. Tell him to Apparate directly into the Rotating Room, I'm sure he knows where it is. I'm lifting the anti-Apparation wards now. Give me your address. I'll have someone pick you up and get you here.”

Rattling it off, Dudley said, “Tell them to meet me in the parking lot.” Hanging up, he quickly dialed Lucius' mobile, praying that the man was somewhere the call would go through while trying to explain to his boss he had to go, now!

Lucius was standing in the foyer saying goodbye to everyone when his mobile went off. Brow furrowed when he heard the Dr. Who theme, he pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it. Dudley was calling. As that was decidedly odd and he hoped nothing was amiss, he held up a finger to Draco then answered it. “Yes, Dudley? Is there a problem?”

“Lucius, you know where Harry works right?” Dudley puffed as he was hurrying to gather his things and get the bloody hell out of there while desperately trying to fill his boss in on how big of an emergency this was.

“Of course. Why?” Lucius asked, puzzled.

“Mate, you need to get there like right now! Harry is trying to kill himself. They found a suicide note and think he's going to throw himself through that veil thing. His boss called me and told me to tell you to pop into that Rotating Room, whatever that is. Whatever you lot put up to protect things and make it to where you can't do that has been lifted so you can pop in. Go, Lucius! It's going to take me time to get there and they need bloody help now! I'll be there as soon as I can as they have someone coming to get me, but it's going to take time to get the hell out of here.”

Face draining of all color, starting to shake, Lucius muttered, “Oh, bloody hell. I'm on it, Dudley, and going now. Meet me there.” Hanging up the phone, he looked at Draco and said, “Go. There's an emergency. I'll explain later.” Seeing his son nod and look like he was going to ask questions, Lucius didn't stay to hear what they were. Instead, he took off on a dead run to grab his cane. Dashing back into the foyer, he Apparated away while Draco was in mid-sentance.

Landing in the Rotating Room, Lucius looked at the man that was standing there. “Where is he?” He all but shouted.

Nodding, Hedgethorn said, “Follow me,” then took off towards the Death Chamber on a dead run. While doing that, he passed Lucius a vial of calming draught, one far more powerful than most could buy. “If you get to him, dump it down his throat. It'll take time to work but it'll help.”

Following him, Lucius was sweating, panicked but took the vial and pocketed it, nodding. When they got to the chamber, he saw several Hedgethorn’s assistants trying to corral Harry but he went around them and headed straight for that damned veil at a dead run. Not even thinking about it, Lucius yelled, “Harry! No!” Then he took off after him, not even thinking of the consequences that could come from it if Harry was still moving at a good clip when he snagged the young man.

Catching up quickly, he grabbed hold of the younger man but Harry had so much momentum as he stepped up onto the dais that Lucius was dragged right along with him. Holding tightly around Harry's waist, Lucius looked at the looming veil, panicking, the whispers from the thing ringing in his head. Using all his strength, he tried to pull Harry back but they kept moving forward. Gritting his teeth, he asked any being listening, silently, for the strength to stop this then dug his heels in and tried to pull Harry back.

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