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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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I was actually fed up with doing overtime, so since the chapter was on my work computer, I decided to have a break and finish up the chapter right there!
The title of the chapter will make sense, I promise.
Chapter 15: Archangel
Fully dressed, his hair tied together and out of the way, Lucius made his way down to the drawing-room; where he assumed people would be gathering. He was rather nervous, but fully confident in his abilities. He did say a quick prayer to Morr�gan to keep his loved ones from dying and promised a sacrifice if they lived through the battle. That act did calm him down somewhat and he trusted that the Gods did not give him his child to have it die in battle before being born. His last act before leaving his room was to put his wand away into a wrist holder and it almost vibrated with his excitement. His back was itching as well and Lucius had to fight with himself to not allow all the feelings to overcome the usual cool.
He entered the room and it was filled with people. Not just the usual occupants of the house, but all the men of Lord Potter who showed up for meetings. He saw the clumsy Auror among them, who was related to his late wife. She had some strange Muggle name, of that he was sure. He did remember that she was a Metamorphomagus and she was currently sporting Gryffindor red hair. Another Auror, Kingsley was also there. Most of the people were rather young, the older former Order members were not too keen on following a teenager, even if he was named Harry Potter and was the only man who could defeat Voldemort. Kinsley was an exception, however. The man had a good head on his shoulder and a healthy amount of respect for a warrior as young as the young Lord.
"Well, I believe the time has come," His Lord began. "There was an overnight Wizengemont meeting at the Ministry and many Aurors along with Ministry workers stayed for it. Voldemort is right there, the Aurors fighting him and the Death Eaters off, but his intentions are clear. Kill off the Wizengemont and therefore a vital part of the Ministry. We cannot let it happen and this could be the final battle. I will not waste more time. The wards in the lobby are down, head out and Apparate there. Capture, kill as many as you can, try to make way for me to Voldemort. Once I manage to kill him, it will be all over," with these words he started towards the door and everyone got up to follow him.
Lucius also made his way out of the house for the first time since he arrived. For a second it felt good to be out on the street, and he hardly have time to edge his surroundings into his memory as he Apparated straight to the Ministry.
The Atrium he arrived to was deserted. There was very little sign of fighting; only the horrid Fountain of Magical Brethren was destroyed once more. Lucius was glad and hoped they would just give up on the thing. He stopped the useless wonderings of his mind and headed to the lifts. Apparently the Death Eaters had already gone up to the level of the Wizengemont. They had to form a queue in front of the twelve elevators as they could not take all of them up at once. After a few minutes Lucius managed to get into one and on his way up, he pulled his wand out. His comrades did the same. He knew none of the three faces surrounding him, but they held the same grim determination as his did probably. When he saw they were nearing the first floor, he erected his personal shield and braced himself.
They stepped out into a fierce battle. Spells were flying everywhere. Death Eaters, Aurors, Ministry workers, Potter's Men, they were all engaged in combat. Lucius just focused on firing harmful spells at everyone who was a Death Eater. He saw several people who he knew were from his old crowd, dressed in their Ministry garbs and fired at them as well. Some spells did hit his shield, but they were absorbed in a pink light, not harming him at all. He did not play around, he hardly even thought; just let the adrenalin guide his actions. He did notice how some stupid Death Eaters were flinging Unforgivables around and smirked at their stupidity. Most of them did not even have an effect as they lacked focus and intent, but still exhausted their users.
Part of his mind was busy searching for Lord Potter and Voldemort. They were nowhere in sight and Lucius tried to push forward, more deeply into the fight in order to be near His Master in case he needed him. After a time that seemed to him as hours, though it could have been only minutes, he reached a wider part of the corridor. He recognised that it was the foyer of the Wizengemont's Meeting Hall. His Lord was there, apparently trying to get into the Hall. The doors to the room were wide open, but blocked by several Inner Circle members. Lucius recognised Bella in spite of her mask and the Lestrange brothers. His Lord was trying to get through them, but they were too many and the people helping him were falling like flies. Lucius tore through the fighters standing between them and was at Potters side in a second. Together they made quick work of Bellatrix, but the Lestranges were very good at working together.
"It's no good," Lord Potter grunted in frustration. "Voldemort is in there, fighting the Wizengemont. I want to end it here!"
Lucius wasn't sure if he was actually speaking to him or voicing his thoughts, but he had to agree that they were just getting nowhere. He thought about his child growing up amidst all the fighting. About what they did to Draco, dosed with a Sleeping Draught for the time of the battle as was previously planned. He was getting angrier by the minute, his own need to end things right there increasing. His back itched worse as he lost his normal cool even more. His spells became stronger, all taking up a pink glow along with the original colours and Lucius realised he would not be able to contain his heritage any longer. All he could do was to thank his lucky stars that his battle robes were short and he had to wear trousers with it, as he tore off the garment. The people surrounding him stopped for a moments, all startled by the act. He released his carefully contained power and the room was flooded by a pink light and his scream echoed around the building. All were temporarily blinded and when they could see again, they could not help but stare at the half naked man in front of them. With huge white wings, pointy ears and still glowing pink.
He used the momentum to put away his wand and turn his palms to the people guarding the doorway. His pink energy seemed to gather in his body and then shot through his hands. It tore apart the Death Eaters, not leaving even a bit of them to soil the floor. They were just gone and Lord Potter did not stop to stare. He hurried through, the blond man at his heels, wings extended backwards behind him. Once they entered the Meeting Hall, they saw Voldemort kill the last standing member of the old gathering of powerful wizards and witches. He turned around and smiled at the two newcomers.
"Ah, Potter. You're too late. I'm already done," he announced. Voldemort loved to gloat and Lucius always felt that was one of his personal failings.
"It's time to end this, Tom," Potter spoke, already positioning himself into a battle stance.
Voldemort just stood there, unfazed by it all.
"Oh, little Potter, still think you can defeat me? Very well then. I will kill you tonight and rule the Wizarding World from here on. After all, I did away with the Wizengemont, the Ministry, I get rid of you and there will no longer be anyone to oppose me. I'll have all Mudbloods killed, Half-bloods enslaved and the Purebloods will bow. Perfect," he already seemed to be lost in his fantasy world.
Lucius smirked at the insane wizard. He was getting worse every day, apparently. Still, for a second he did not understand how Voldemort could have done away with the Ministry. Then he noticed that among the corpses of the Wizengemont members there were Ministers as well. Then he realised that the meeting had been one of the rare joint legislative meetings that was held when the need to close gaps in laws arose. There was no one left to guide the Wizarding World.
"You are permitted to try, Riddle," Harry told him and fired the first spell, silently. Lucius wasn't sure if His Lord realised the full implications of all the people in the room dead.
Voldemort quickly countered and once more, the brother wands were locked in a power struggle. Lord Potter was giving it all. He was sweating rivers already and Voldemort was not faring better, even if he could no longer perspire. They seemed to be even, the meeting of the two lights, one green and one red, meet at the exact middle, not moving a millimetre. Lucius felt he had to help somehow, but was at a loss as to how. Then he felt as if someone was pulling him towards His Master. Perhaps it was the bond, taking him to him in the time of need. Lucius did not question it, just took the few steps to stand behind His Lord. Then he realised what he had to do. He placed his hands on the younger man's hips and concentrated on forcing his magical energy out of his body and into that of Harry Potter. Soon enough, the pink glow encompassed both of them and even the red light coming from the holly wand was surrounded by it. At that moment their combined light started to push Voldemort's green one back towards its caster. Voldemort struggled against it and Lucius pushed his energy even more. At last, the red-pink reached Voldemort and his wand exploded in his hand. With that barrier down, the energy tore through his frail constructed body and ripped apart his very soul. They could both hear his last cry of anguish as he was completely defeated by a boy and his servant.
Lucius felt overcome with happiness at the sight of the Dark Lord's demise and was just about to hug the man in front of him, when he collapsed. His happiness quickly turned to fear as he took in the sight of his unconscious Lord before him and kneeling down, he checked for signs of life. When he found his heart beating and his chest rising and falling, he breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that it was probably just magical exhaustion and decided not to rouse the man. In stead, he picked him up in his arms and cradling him to his chest, headed out of the room. He did not spare a second glance at the many corpses of the members of the Wizengemont and Ministry thrown about the place.
He entered the foyer and all the fighting stopped around him. They noticed Harry Potter in his arms and Lucius knew he had to clarify what happened.
"Voldemort is dead. Not even dust remains after him. Harry Potter was victorious, but the fight exhausted him. Death Eaters, put down your wands and surrender as your Lord is no more!" he commanded and his old comrades seemed to heed his words. They all started to surrender and a few on the side of victory rushed off shouting 'Voldemort is dead! Surrender Death Eaters!' for the people fighting near the lifts.
Lucius just concentrated on getting His Master home and resting as soon as possible. He did not look to see who survived; he just walked through the masses of people and rode up alone. He got to the Entrance Hall and Apparated home, having etched the picture of the house in his mind previously. He walked inside and deposited his precious cargo on His Lord's bed. He did not bother bathing him, even though he sported some blood from cuts and dirt on his body. He lay down next to him, exhaustion finally creeping up on him and covered both of them with his left wing. He would need to explain that later.
To be continued...
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- 16
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