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The whole story	By : Riahana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42620 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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*Authors Note* Thank you for the review Rainbow, and Thrnbrooke, I am grateful you are finding so much from the story. I'll try to keep updating chapters as quick as I have been, but as the story progresses, the chapters are becomeing trickier to right. Thank you for reading :)

Disclaimer~ The Prologue has the full disclaimer. Also any readers that are lost; read the Authors Note at the beginning of the Prologue; it will help make things clear.

Chapter 10

Lucius was not very pleased with the Dark Lord newest orders, after two years, numerous apologies, and several expensive gifts including Nagini; the Dark Lord still sent him to do every menial task. The tasks, were designed to humiliate Lucius, treating him more as a house elf, all with the purpose of lowering the Malfoy arrogance that he was born with; a notch or two. From what he was told in the clipped tones of the Dark Lord.

Hearing these latest orders, go with Sirius and Remus to retrieve their Enrai; Lucius could not think beyond having to interact with muggles. In Lucius mind the only thing worse than wizards, would be muggles; at least wizards still had magic. House elf’s had a higher regard than wizards; which made muggles lower than the shit he scraped off his shoes.

Witnessing, the interaction between the whale of a muggle, and their Enrai; Lucius understood that this was no longer menial tasks, planned to amuse the Dark Lord. This became an honor; a sneer appearing on his normally composed face.

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Harry sat in his cupboard under the stairs, when he was younger the space seemed bigger. Now he could no longer stand upright nor could he stretch out on his bed; and with his trunk and Hedwig’s cage the room became impossibly small. He did not know how long he was to be at the Dursley’s, his Godfather could come any minute or hours from now; it was Sirius after all and Voldemort never gave him a time. Looking around his space again Harry flopped back on the bed, the thought of Sirius seeing him in these conditions, causing humiliation to race through his body, heat blossoming on his cheeks. The soft hoot of Hedwig brought Harry out of his thoughts.

“It’s ok girl” Harry whispered not wanting his uncle to overhear him. “We won’t be here….”

Loud pounding interrupted Harry, with Vernon’s voice starting to yell; “Boy… I told you to be quiet in there… I have important guests coming…I will not have your freakishness ruining everything…Ahhh that’s them now.”

Harry sat back, determined to be quiet. He only had to be here for a couple more hours at worst. In that moment, Harry realized he accepted Voldemort’s invitation, not for a desire to hear their side; but for a chance to escape the Dursley’s residence. Having to stay in the cupboard was doable, but the other punishments Harry suffered at the Dursley’s hands; he didn’t know if he could handle another summer. Wrapping his arms around bent legs, in the attempt to stop the shivering that had taken over his body; Harry knew thinking of the past never produced good results.

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Severus looked at his companions while waiting for the Dursley’s to come to the door. He could understand Black having to be here, the mangy mutt was important to Harry. Lucius, still not having the Dark Lords favor, Severus could understand being ordered. But Severus couldn’t understand why he had to go; Remus would have been the better choice. When the door open a woman Severus hadn’t seen in years asking, “Can I help you?” He finally understood.

“Why it’s the weed… What a pleasure to see you after so many years.” Petunia looked up sharply at Severus; who graced her with one of his bone chilling smiles. Gasping and trembling Petunia stepped back from the door; inadvertently letting the three Elves in.

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Harry heard the front door shut, not thinking too much of it…Till the sound of his Godfathers voice made him jump up hitting; his head on the ceiling in his very cramped space.

“Where is my Godson?...Harry? Harry?...” Harry grinned at the sound of his Godfather yelling, knowing that if given the choice Sirius would yell every time.

“You…You…Freaks are not supposed to be here. The Headmaster of that freak school said you could never find this house.” Hearing his uncle blustering. Something caught his attention though; the Headmaster said he never met his family. So why would his uncle refer to him?

“Now you filthy muggle, if I did not have a need for your unwavering compliance… I could have so much fun with you…Calling our Lord a freak, for that insolence alone… I would have you put in my dungeon. For now I will have to satisfy myself with this…Imperio.” That was Lucius Malfoy, the cold wizard that looked down his nose to everything. On top of everything else he just used an unforgivable. “Now filth, you will go retrieve Harry for me.”

Harry could hear the heavy footsteps of his uncle, as he got closer to the cupboard. One by one the locks and latches where released opening the door. Harry looked up into the faces of the three wizards, all of which stared back at him. Looking into Sirius eyes, which used to have a wild edge, now tipped over into full blown crazy. Sirius turned around and growling at his Uncle.

“You filthy, disgusting muggle…You locked my godson in a cupboard? You will pay for this…. Cruci…”

“Black… Enough… they are needed for now. We can’t kill them.” Harry looked to his Potions Professor one hand on his Godfathers arm. The silky baritone starting again, making him pay attention. “That is yet.” The words of all three caused real fear; Harry listened as one unforgivable was used. His godfather attempting to use a second and the third being mentioned.

“Lucius? Have you connected the floo yet?” Severus said looking back into the living room, still restraining Sirius.

“Yes and all three muggles have been imperioed, they are under our control.” Harry looked into the living room where Lucius stood by the fire place and his Aunt and Cousin sitting on the couch, blank expressions on their face. “Severus take Sirius to Malfoy Manor, I’ll help our Lord.”

Harry followed Severus as he manhandled Sirius to the fireplace, took a bit of floo powder, throwing it into the fire. The flames barley turned green before Severus shoved his Godfather into the flames yelling “Malfoy Manor;” with Severus quickly following.

“My Lord you have to hurry there isn’t much time.” Harry looked towards Lucius, was that concern he saw in the cold steel colored eyes? Taking a pinch of floo powder Harry followed Severus through the floo.

Harry greeted Malfoy Manor face first, falling through the fireplace directly in front of Voldemort. The whoosh of the fireplace, signaling that Lucius had now arrived; the elegance of Lucius leaving the floo, gave Harry the tiniest bit of envy, why couldn’t he look like that leaving a floo.

“I hate travel by floo” Harry mumbled, soot covering his person; looking back at Voldemort. Genuine laughter could be heard from all the wizards in the room, Harry looked at each of them with Sirius’s bark, Severus’s chuckle, Lucius’s quiet huff, and Voldemort’s eerie tone; which sounded like he hadn’t laughed in a long time.

“Lucius why don’t you take our Lord to his chambers…So he may rest for awhile before dinner is served.” Harry looked back to the immaculate form of Lucius who bowed slightly towards Voldemort, “Of course.” Looking back at Harry, “come with me My Lord.” At which he turned quickly to leave.

Harry scrambled after Lucius retreating form, not wanting to get lost as they walked through hallways, around corners, and up stairs. The place was huge, how was he ever going to find anything in this monstrosity? At one point Harry thought he saw Draco Malfoy lurking in one corner, he had completely forgot about the git; this was going to turn into an interesting summer.

After several more doors, Lucius stopped in front of a set of French doors. “This is your personal chambers My Lord. My mate spent the last two days setting it up for you, I hope you enjoy them.” Lucius looked at Harry with a critical eye, “If I may be so bold, but you may want to bath, you are filthy. Dinner will be at seven, I'll have one of my house elves come and get you.”

Lucius pushed through both doors, stepping back to let Harry enter. Harry walked into the room, staring, his eyes growing as big as saucers. The room was too much, from the walls being a deep rich red, to the cherry wood furniture, and the accents of forest green splashed around. Harry looked down at the soft cream carpet, and up at the ceiling that was spelled to look at the stars.

Glancing up quickly when Lucius words registered. A thought wormed its way into his head, and his eyes started to tear up. He forgot his trunk, he forgot Hedwig. “Ummm… Sir… I I…I forgot my things… I forgot Hedwig, we have to go back…I can’t leave Hedwig there…She’s one of my friends…”

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Lucius looked into the green eyes that would soon be his Lord, the Enrai; that began to shine with tears. The wobbly voice of his Lord stuttered, “Ummm… Sir… I I…I forgot my things… I forgot Hedwig, we have to go back…I can’t leave Hedwig there…She’s one of my friends…”

“My Lord, there is no need for you to go back to that residence. I will personally retrieve your school trunk and beloved Hedwig.” Lucius could hear the sigh of relief that came from the High Elf, the boy has been through too much.

“Thank you Sir…”

Lucius couldn’t help it, a smirk graced his lips, “You are most welcome My Lord, please rest…” Lucius watched as Harry turned around falling onto the bed. Wincing from the thought of sleeping before his Lord had a chance to bath first. Turning around Lucius started back towards the floo room noticing his son lurking in the corner.

“Draco…What are you doing? Malfoy’s never lurk…?”

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Draco left his corner strolling to his father, “I wasn’t lurking Father; I was spying.” His father gave him the look, the one look that Draco hated the most, the look; where his father lifted his eyebrow, and without even speaking the words. Draco knew, his father could see past his lie.

“Never mind my son, I think it’s time you learned something of Enrai. Your mother and I have kept you too sheltered; you need to learn of the darker side of life.” His father began his slow stroll back to the floo room. Looking back towards Draco, “Please do hurry son, we don’t have all day.”

Draco quickly walked to catch up to his father. “Where are we going father?” Curiosity now coloring his words, as he walked next to his father.

“To the Dursley’s.” Replied the cold voice, whoever these Dursley’s were, his father hated them; it wasn’t very often the very air turned cold when Lucius spoke, but when it did…A Elf should become fearful.

Draco gracefully walked out of the fireplace at the Dursley residence, looking around the gaudy room; Turning his nose up at the three disgusting muggles; more disgusting than normal muggles. Not even acknowledging the brilliance the Malfoy’s graced them with; completely ignored them and went on as if Draco was not even there. “Father why are here…A muggle residence? Why should I even have to be surrounded by this filth?” The contempt that Draco felt finally showing through the sneer he graced the muggles with.

“This, my son is where our Lord used to live, now run to that cupboard over there, under the stairs and retrieve his belongings. Make sure you are careful with his owl…He favors her.” Draco saw the slight smirk from his father, and did what he was told.

Draco opened the half door to the cupboard, stooping to walk into the tiny space. He had to stay in a hunched position, not even having enough room to stand up to his full height. Looking around the space; the length was about the same as the height, and the width just a little over half of the height. Even the little boy who lived couldn’t stand to his full height in this space. Along one wall were piles of rags, which, if he squinted could look like a bed. The opposite wall was a narrow shelf that held a couple of small broken toys, and small pieces of crayons. On the walls were pictures drawn from a young child. Then the smell hit Draco, it completely obliterated all thought from his head, as it attacked his sensitive nose. It was the smell of animal and human waste, accumulating over years.

A small hoot from an owl drew Draco’s attention away from observing the surroundings; quickly looking for the boy who lived school trunk and the snow colored owl. Draco gathered the trunk and owl and left the small space. As Draco emerged he looked towards his father, the question in his eyes.

“Yes My son…Our Lord lived in that foul space, and these disgusting Muggles did it too him.” Draco had never heard his father sound so sad before; it was heartbreaking.

Draco’s last thought as he left the Dursley’s; maybe the Boy who lived is not who I was lead to believe he was.
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