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Amazing Grace	By : Kooldragon400 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 41309 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Sorry for the delay, folks. This first part was kicking my ass in terms of completing it. It was difficult to put together, but I think I got the desired effect, don't you?

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Harry dashed across the field of grass, his emerald green eyes locked on the man playing football with a young boy not a few yards in front of him. Sirius was oblivious to the ball of black shadow speeding towards him, but many of the other people in the field saw it. All of the people wore the same plain white robes as Sirius, so when a blur of black crossed their field, they took note.

Sirius happened to look up just as Harry reached him, and his blue eyes widened in shock as he was bowled over by a hyper young man.

“Sirius!” Harry cried. Sirius went down with a surprised ‘oof,’ and looked up at his attacker.

“Harry?” he asked, blinking rapidly.

“Oh god, Sirius! I missed you so much!” Harry sobbed. Sirius gasped.

“Harry! Did you come through the Veil?” he asked. Harry sniffled, and then nodded. “Did you come here after me?” he asked again, his voice taking on a tinge of anger. Harry swallowed hard, but nodded. Suddenly his field of vision shifted, and where he had been looking at Sirius mere moments before, he was face down on the grass. “Of all the-!” Sirius gave Harry a sharp whack across the bottom, and Harry let out a surprised yelp. “Coming through the Veil!” he continued, and several more smacks fell.

Harry regained his senses after the fourth smack, and began to try to wriggle away.

“Sirius! You don’t understand! The Keeper told me I could-”

“-The Keeper? You’ve seen the Keeper?” Sirius asked, pulling back immediately. Harry rolled over onto his stinging bottom and shot Sirius a glare.

“Yes! He told me I could come get you because I made an accidental sacrifice of blood to the Veil.” Harry pouted. Sirius sat back on his heels, looking at Harry intently.

“All right, then.” He said, and stood up. The little boy was looking between them wide-eyed, his football clutched desperately in his hands.

“ ‘All right, then?’ That’s it? I’ve cross the land of Death with only a Dementor as a guide, then you try to thrash me, and it’s ‘All right, then?’” Harry gasped.

“Harry, I thought you’d killed yourself, my boy. Now that I know you haven’t. Now what’s this about retrieving me?” he asked. The little boy threw his football away, and attached himself to Sirius’ robes.

“Sirius! You can’t go! You’re my only friend…” he sobbed. There were a few awkward minutes before Harry cleared his throat.

“Who is this?” he asked. Sirius looked like he didn’t want to answer the question.

“Before I tell you that, I need to tell you something about the land behind the Veil. This place is a type of limbo for the people who passed directly through the Veil, or sometimes people who died in ritualistic deaths. For example, our little friend here is actually a part of a man’s psyche that the person consciously exorcised because it was weak.” Sirius said. Harry glanced at the boy in question, and then did a double take. The boy was tall and thin for his age with dark, sleek hair and long-lashed dark eyes. He was a rather handsome fellow, and he looked like something straight out of Harry’s nightmares. He’d seen that face before. He’d seen it in a Pensieve.

“You bloody little beast!” Harry hissed, balling his hands into fists and going right for the boy. The boy covered his face with his hands, letting out a shriek of terror. Sirius stepped in front of the boy and intercepted Harry, holding him tightly so he could not get out of his grasp.

“No!” he cried. “That is not Voldemort, Harry. It’s not the same person!” Sirius said. Harry fought with him for what seemed like an eternity, and Sirius kept repeating his mantra.

“How can it not be? Look at his face! That’s Tom Riddle!” Harry spat, his green eyes aflame with fury.

“It is, Harry. But did you not hear me? Listen! When Tom Riddle was about six years old, he was beaten severely by some bullies on the playground. He begged them to stop…promised them the world if they’d just leave him alone. It only made it worse. When he could finally get out of bed after it happened, he promised himself he’d never show emotion again. It was a weakness. And the severity of his swear combined with his latent magical power basically split his mind into two parts. The good part came here to reside, and the bad part grew up to be the man who killed your parents.” Sirius said.

Harry looked at the boy, who was now watching him through his fingers. He noticed the slight form was trembling, but he couldn’t muster up any pity.

“So, what? You decided it was your responsibility to look after the good part of Tom Riddle’s psyche?” Harry asked.

Sirius shrugged. “That, and I thought it was a fantastic cosmic practical joke to befriend the good half of the man who basically killed my brother.” Sirius said with a grin. Harry looked at him, and shook his head.

“So you want to take him with us, then?” Harry asked, looking at the boy who was peeking out from behind Sirius.

“Only Death can make the decision as to whether the boy can stay or leave.”

All heads turned to see Viatoris floating languidly behind them, his long body drawn up as if he were lounging on a hammock.

“So let’s ask him.” Harry said. Sirius snorted.

“One does not simply waltz directly into the Bone Palace and speak directly to-”

“Done.”

And with a puff of smoke the three found themselves standing in the middle of a throne room. The entire room was made of black marble, with a blood red carpet leading from the tall ebony doors to the throne that sat near the wall. The throne was made of bone, a grotesque work of art that featured two human skulls at the end of the arm rests.

“Oh god…I’m going to wet myself.” Harry whimpered.

“Oh don’t be such a leaky little baby. You had a question to ask.” Viatoris seemed to melt out of the shadows, causing young Tom Riddle to let out a cry of fear and bury himself in Sirius’ white robes.

“What is the meaning of this?”

They turned towards the door to see a figure standing in front of the closed entryway. He stood tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He was fitted in a gleaming silver breastplate over leather armor, with silver arm and shin guards. He wore heavy leather boots and his hands were encased in leather gloves. A black cape flitted out behind him in a nonexistent wind, also ruffling his thick black hair. His face was angular and sharp, his chin hidden behind a rough goatee. But it was his eyes that held the power.

His eyes were the color of the sun, a gleaming yellow-orange that actually hurt to look into.

“Father, I brought you visitors.” Viatoris was almost purring, and floated languidly up to the broad stranger. The man stepped towards the Dementor and put out his hand. Viatoris glided low, making a loop around Death’s booted feet and coming to rest with his shrouded head under Death’s palm.

“Not that I don’t enjoy visitors, child, but why are they here?” Death murmured softly, like a father to a small child.

“We have a request.” Sirius said, stepping forward. He was careful not to meet Death’s brilliant eyes.

“You want to take Tom Riddle with you when Harry takes you back to the Land of the Living.” Death said. The two adults looked at him dumbfounded, and he merely barked out a laugh. “Do you think that anything goes on in my land that I don’t know about? I’ll agree to this…for a price.” He said, stepping away from Viatoris and approaching the group. His heavy boots made no sound on the stone floor, as if they weren’t touching at all.

He walked around them, regarding them curiously.

“There is nothing that you can offer me that I really want. I don’t know why I even make deals with mortals anymore, but despite popular belief it does please me to see you thrive.” He spoke mostly to himself. “Harry Potter.” He said suddenly, stopping in front of Harry. Harry swallowed hard and kept his eyes on the ground. “You have looked me in the face many times, Mr. Potter. And many times you’ve walked away. My Keeper told you there would be consequences for seeking your Godfather.” He said.

“Harry!” Sirius gasped. He started to say something else, and found his voice silenced, and Death’s glare on him.

“I speak to Harry now. You’re next, Mr. Black.” Death said harshly. He turned back to Harry. “I want you to do but a single thing for me. If you do this I will reward you richly.” He purred, reaching out and touching a gloved finger to Harry’s chin. Harry whimpered. “I want you to burn your current government to the ground.”

Harry looked up sharply, his dark brows knitted.

“But-”

“Now, now. I only mean that the way things have been made a lot of work for me. Souls passing left and right, my poor children caught between their mission and what some soulless fuck-tard wanted them to do. I don’t mean literally burn it, Mr. Potter. But I want you to gather your forces for a few years and raze their policies.”

“But they’re already doing so much better.” Harry argued.

“There will be another Dark Lord within a decade if things stay as they are now. His power will dwarf the one you called Voldemort, and he will have the sanity to back up his threats. He will destroy most of the Magical World, and claim the Muggle World for his own. The reign will only end when the Gods themselves have enough and take their vengeance out on him. And it will take them all.” Death spoke softly. Harry gasped sharply, looking at Death’s face, but not quite meeting his eyes. “Look at me, Harry Potter.” Harry’s eyes darted up just a little more, and he was caught in those fiery glowing eyes.

He saw glimpses of the future Death had described. He saw himself publically lashed with a bone-tipped whip until he literally spilled his entrails and bled out on the ground. He saw Hermione brutally passed around from wizard to wizard, before eventually being killed by a wizard with a dark, horned helmet. He saw Sirius hanging from the ruined rafters at Hogwarts, his body bloated and decomposing. And he saw the good half of Tom Riddle, almost graduated, having his heart cut out while he was still thrashing around.

Harry pulled back with a gasp and fell to his knees, dry heaving and sobbing.

“I do not like the mayhem that people associate me with. You can prevent this, Harry Potter. This Dark Lord is more dangerous than all the others because he can traverse the Muggle and Magical world. All you have to do is bring change.” Death said softly, lowering himself to his knees and gathering Harry’s face in his hands. He leaned forward and kissed Harry’s forehead, just over the lightning scar.

Harry screamed and stiffened, his hands coming to his forehead. After only a few moments the pain subsided, and he pulled his hand away to see if there was blood.

“Sowilo. Power. Go forth and conquer.” Death said, before standing and facing Sirius. Sirius gulped, his eyes darting between Death and Harry. “Sirius Black. You were blinded by your own pride and arrogance as a boy, and even as a man your unfounded grudges made your life miserable and your death possible. There isn’t much I can do for you in terms of gifts, but I know something that might come in handy.” He said. He put his hand to his mouth and whistled shrilly, causing the three mortals to cover their ears.

There was a shrill avian cry, and a burst of magic above them caught their attention. A spherical shape wafted lazily down, and Death caught it in his gloved hands. It was an egg. The egg was the color of soot, black and flaky in appearance. “Keep this directly in the fireplace for three weeks, and then see what hatches.” Death said mischievously, holding out the egg to Sirius. Sirius took it warily, eyeing the warm black egg as if it would explode any moment.

Then Death reached at his side and unfastened a small dagger. This he held out towards Tom Riddle. The boy blinked, and reached out silently to receive the sheathed blade.

“You have another chance at life. Use it well, Tom Riddle, and make a name for yourself.” He said.

“How…how do we get back?” Harry asked, rubbing his forehead. Death unfastened his black cape, and tossed it into the air. It suspended itself in the air, and split in two to create a doorway.

“Instant Veil.” He said, looking impressed with himself. Harry looked at the makeshift veil, and then back at Death.

“Well, this has been a fucked-up adventure. Hopefully I’ll never see you again.” Harry said. Death merely laughed as the group approached the black cape.

“Oh Harry, you’ll never get rid of me!”

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Lucius paced back and forth nervously, mumbling to himself and cursing ever so often. This was ridiculous! He didn’t stutter! He didn’t get nervous over such trivial things! He was Lucius Malfoy for Merlin’s sake!

“Dad?”

He looked up to see Grace standing at his office door.

“What is it, Grace?” he asked, a little impatient that she had interrupted his brain storming. She blinked, and entered the office fully.

“I was just going to say that Hermione was teaching me some nifty Kitchen Charms and I baked you some cookies.” She said, and placed a plate of sugar biscuits on the edge of his desk. She turned quickly and started out, and Lucius could see the stiff way she was holding herself.

“Grace.” He called softly. She turned, not quite looking him in the face. “I’m sorry, child. Thank you.”

She gave him a watery smile and then walked out. Lucius sighed. He seemed incapable of not hurting her feelings at times...

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He knocked on the door, stepping back and taking a deep breath.

Hermione pulled open her bedroom door, a bit surprised to see Lucius standing there.

“What is it, Lucius?” she asked politely.

“I was wondering if you would consent….to…I mean…that is to say….I had hoped you would join me…for a private dinner on the balcony.” He finally finished. Hermione looked up at him, nearly dumbfounded.

“Why?” she burst out, before she could stop herself. She cursed inwardly at the surprised look on Lucius’ face.

“I only meant to extend an invitation for a bit of private conversation over dinner in a peaceful atmosphere, but if you do not wish to attend…” Lucius trailed off, his mask descending quickly.

“Oh no! Please…that’s not what I meant. I would love to join you, Lucius. When?” she gushed, seeking to save the situation.

“I shall come back by your rooms at seven to escort you. You may wear what you wish.” He said. Hermione licked her dry lips, and his silver eyes darted towards her mouth, and she saw him swallow hard.

“I will be ready for you, then, Lucius.” She replied as evenly as she could, all the while her insides were doing cartwheels.

“I’ll see you then.” Lucius said, and inclined his head towards her before he turned on his heel and walked back down the hallway.

Hermione closed her door just before a huge grin overtook her face, making her look as if she’d been hit with a Cheering Charm.

Wow…Lucius wanted to have dinner with her! Just her! Like a…oh my…like a date. She liked him, but she wasn’t sure how dating him would be. Well, there was only one way to find out, huh? She needed to get her life back together immediately, and what better way than to have a private dinner with him? She missed Harry dearly, but she couldn’t let this make her stop living. She knew Harry would have her head if she quit having a life because she was sad over him. She’d mourned for her friend, and she would always miss him, but if she got a chance to get in Malfoy’s knickers she was taking it!

Oh….Oh Merlin….had she just thought about getting in Lucius Malfoy’s underwear? She had!

And she'd liked it!

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Me too, baby! Me too! I hope you guys enjoyed the new chap!!
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