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Unexpected Things	By : windy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 41317 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter and properties don’t belong to me but J.K. Rowling. Danyealle helped edit this chapter. Thanks a lot for her help. This story contains spoiler from Philosopher Stone to Deathly Hallows, so if you haven’t read one of those books from Harry Potter series you have been warned.

Unexpected Things

Chapter XVII

“Protego!” Harry yelled, raising his wand to deflect the curse. At the same moment felt that the protection bracelet he got from Hermione tingling inside his pocket. He didn’t wear it when he dueled since it would be considered cheating. A blue shield appeared from the tip of his wand, blocking the curse. It was only his hand that got injured. Harry thought he got off easily. It was impossible for Malfoy to use simple curse on him. No, considering the look the blond had on his face, it must be some kind of nasty, dark magic.

“Harry?” Hermione asked worriedly, walking hurriedly his way. Ron, too, approached him. Now they even had the attention of the entire students there plus Flitwick.

“Lucius, what is going on?” the Charms professor asked then gasped when he saw Harry’s wound.

“I’ll take care of this,” Lucius replied, eyes fixed on his son.

“But-“

“I insist.” Lucius stated firmly.

Seeing that Lucius wasn’t about to budge, Flitwcik finally relented and ordered the rest of the students to follow him to another corner of the stadium. Hermione and Ron stayed though. Ron even had his wand drawn, looking at Malfoy pointedly.

Lucius looked at them. “Go join Professor Flitwick, Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley.” He ordered.

“What?” Ron protested.

“Ten points from Gryffindor,” Lucius said coldly.

Ron opened and closed his mouth. He was too angry to speak.

“Come on Ron,” Hermione pulled him away. “Harry will be fine. This is Hogwarts after all.” Shooting concerned looks towards Harry then a nasty look at Lucius, she left.

Lucius turned to both of them. “Have both of you lost your mind?” he hissed angrily.

“Father, I-“

“Silence, Draco. We will talk later.”

“Yes Father,” his son replied obediently.

Lucius turned at him. “What were you thinking Potter? Using a spell to transfigure human into animal is extremely dangerous and it is declared so for a reason. Or do you thing that being the Chosen One exclude you from that rule?”

“I told you that I didn’t mean it. It just sort of happened,” Harry retorted. “And what about him?” he asked, pointing Malfoy. “He attacked me with dark magic too. And don’t think that I don’t know about that!” That got him Lucius’ attention.

“Show me your hand Potter.”

He grudgingly allowed Lucius to take a look at his arm. Now that the adrenaline rush had gone, he could feel the pain. That was no wonder since he got a big gash there.

Lucius raised his wand and waved it slowly above the wound, chanting slowly in Latin. The wound healed itself in just a few seconds.

“Thank you,” he said, inspecting his arm.

Then Lucius turned to his son. “One hundred points from Slytherin.”

“What?” Malfoy looked like he was having heart attack. Harry stilled himself not to snicker.

Draco on the other couldn’t believe his ears. Never in his life would he have thought that his father would take points from him. Let alone this many. But seeing the look Lucius directed towards him, he wisely kept silent. After all, they were Malfoys and they had image to uphold in public. Lucius would scold him later when they were in private.

He always looked at his father as respected figure and he always wanted to be like Lucius. So he had done everything he could to please his father. But, lately, his father had taken to lecturing him about his rivalry with Potter. Lucius then told him to be civil to him because the teen now was the rising power in the wizarding world and opposing Potter wouldn’t do any good for them in public eyes. And now, he shuddered to think about what his father would say to him later. Potter looked satisfied now that the Slytherin also had his house points taken. That bastard.

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“Oh no,” Harry whispered. They were in Gryffindor Head’s room right now.

“What?” Ron asked.

He showed him the bracelet he got from Hermione. It was broken. “I’m sorry Hermione,” he told her. “I don’t know how this happen.”

“It’s okay. It means it had protected you but it has reached its limit. Which make me wondering about the curse Malfoy used on you. It must be very strong if it could destroy the protection charm that bracelet had.”

“Must be some dark magic he learned from his father,” Ron grumbled.

“Well, at least I’m fine.” He said.

“But what did you do to him?” Hermione asked suspiciously.

“I sort of transfigured him into ferret?” he admitted sheepishly.

“What?” Hermione shrieked.

“You did?” Ron exclaimed in shock before howled in laughter. He even had tears on his eyes. “That’s so wicked! No wonder Malfoy got mad at you, mate!”

“Harry you should learn to control power better,” she admonished him.

“Hermione!” Ron whined. “You’re ruining the fun.”

“I know okay,” Harry said. “It’s just…I think it happen because of the locket.”

“What?” Ron and Hermione said simultaneously.

“I do realize that I’m getting more powerful since my sixteenth birthday. But after I wear this I feel like it’s doubling over,” he explained, trying his best to describe what he though on the whole situation.

Hermione had a thoughtful expression on her face. “That could be the possible explanation,” she said. “From the four Hogwarts founder artifacts, only Slytherin remain unknown. Since the other artifacts reflected the traits of the founder, I think that the locket also has the same traits. And what is more precious to Salazar Slytherin aside of blood purity?”

“Power,” Harry answered.

“It makes sense if he would create something that could enhance the magical power of the wearer. The same way Ravenclaw’s diadem enhances the wisdom of its wearer.” She explained.

“Wow,” Ron said in awe.

Harry groaned. Great. Just great. It seemed his life was getting more and more complicated with each passing day.

“That’s why I told you to practice regularly. Since we’ve only started a few days ago it might not have any effect yet.”
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Meanwhile, on the other part of Hogwarts Lucius Malfoy also had the same conversation with his son. “What were you thinking?”

“Potter started it,” Draco argued back. “He humiliated me in front of entire seventh year class.”

“Does the fact that none of your classmate witnessed it escape your attention?” he said coldly. “You are lucky that Potter could defend himself. If it was any other person you might find yourself in Azkaban now.”

Draco paled dramatically. Lucius almost sighed. It was times like these that always made him regret spoiling his son. “Don’t you know the meaning of subtlety? You might hate Potter but in public you have to be civil with him.”

“But Potter also used illegal spell.” He tried to reason with his father.

“People couldn’t care less what Potter is doing for now. Dumbledore might even pat Potter on head for succeeding human transfiguration,” he sneered at the thought. “But it is different with you. Sectumsempra is a very dark spell. To know that our family practice dark magic is one thing but to see it by one’s own eye is another thing.” Lucius’ voice was a low icy hiss, vicious with suppressed anger.

A look of realization dawned on Draco’s eyes. How could he have let himself lose control like that? He looked down, away from his father’s cold, perceptive gaze.

“I even heard that you have been bragging about our drawing room to Crabbe and Goyle. Crabbe and Goyle of all people.” Lucius said, his voice full with contempt. “People have something they call brain although I doubt very much if you used your.” He added frostily. “I have seen how you behave during my stay at Hogwarts and I’m sorely disappointed by you.”

“Father…”

Ignoring his son, Lucius continued. “You will cease that attitude from now on and start to behave like any Malfoy should.” He studied Draco in steely silence for the next few seconds. “If I ever hear one word again about your misdemeanor you will be severely punished. Do you understand?

“Yes Father.” He could hear the threat there. As much as his father loved him, Draco knew Lucius wouldn’t hesitate at all to follow up on his words.

“You may leave then,” Lucius dismissed him.

He was already in front of the door when his father called him. He turned. “Yes Father?” he asked.

“Draco,” said Lucius, a trace of warning in his voice, “you and the other Slytherins will leave Potter alone from now on. Or else...”

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Christmas was coming and, as head boy, it was Harry’s duty to overlook the decoration process at Hogwarts. He also had to give input to the whole activity. For Harry, who was never included at the festive at the Dursley, this was a great fun. He had always loved the season. He remembered fondly the time when he celebrated Christmas at the Burrow and also the time he spent with Sirius.

Harry, Hermione and Ron even helped Hagrid to select twelve pine trees to decorate the Great Hall.

“I think this is perfect,” Hermione said, pointing at the tree even though Harry didn’t see the difference between this tree and hundreds of trees they saw earlier. Hagrid chopped down the tree and collected them together. Then Harry, Ron and Hermione helped him to bring it to the castle by using levitating charm. Flitwick, McGonagall, Sprout and the other professor each had their own duty at decorating the castle. The only one Harry saw absent was Lucius.

“Well, its’ finally done!” Ron exclaimed. He wasn’t a prefect anymore but he still volunteered to help since he didn’t want to be left alone by his two best friends.

“We still have to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow to buy Christmas presents,” Hermione said.

“You’re right,” Harry said. “And I have to buy wedding gift for Remus and Tonks too.”

“Oh I almost forgot,” Ron said. “What are you going to buy for them?”

“Well, I guess something for their new home.” He replied. Since Bill and Remus helped oversee his wealth, he had insisted they received commission from him. And the amount saved for months was enough for Remus to use as the down payment for the house. He would pay the mortgage slowly month by moth later of course.

Ron nodded. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Since Fred and George’s joke shop was a great success, the Weasleys now had enough money to support their family. Although Harry knew Ron said so because the redhead actually didn’t have any idea as what to gift to the couple.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Boys!” she muttered fondly.

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Harry had decided to bring Snuffles with him when he, Hermione and Ron visited Hogsmeade. The dog barked happily while running around in the snow-covered ground. Like last year, they separated to buy their own gifts and met later at Three Broomsticks. Harry had a lot of presents to buy. He even bought Christmas ornaments for Lucius since he didn’t see any of it show up at Lucius’ quarter. After he finished his shopping, he walked to Three Broomsticks. After that, he had a surprise for both of his friends. He grinned at the thought.

Ron waved his hands at him when he arrived there. “Got what you want?” he asked as soon as Harry sat.

“Yeah,” he said, brushing his pocket, where his gifts were already wrapped neatly and shrunken to fit the size of his pocket. “Have you ordered your drinks?” he asked.

“No,” Hermione answered. “I’ve just gotten here.”

So Harry called Madam Rosmerta and ordered three Butterbeers. They spent the time there talking and laughing.

“Well, we better go now.” Hermione said suddenly, looking at her watch.

“Hi Ginny,” Harry suddenly called when he saw Ginny entered the shop.

Ginny walked towards them. “Hi Harry, Ron, Hermione,” she greeted them. “You said you want to show me something,” she said to Harry.

“Let’s go to Zonko first,” he suggested, ignoring her.

“I already went there,” Ron said. “Do you forget to buy something?”

“Come on!” he didn’t answer and instead dragging them there.

“What is it Harry?” Hermione asked.

“Just see,” he replied and looked at his watch. At precisely 3 p.m Fred and George apparated in front of them.

“Fred! George!” Ron exclaimed in shock.” What are you doing here?” he asked in genuine confusion.

“Well, hello to you too little brother and little sister,” Fred and George said in unison.

“Harry?” Ron turned to him.

“Well-“ Fred began.

“It’s about time-“ George continued.

“-to tell them the truth,” Fred said.

“We’ve bought Zonko!” they finished simultaneously.

“What?” Ginny said.

“No way!” that came from Ron.

Harry laughed at their bewildered look.

“You knew this didn’t you Harry?” Ron turned at him.

“Of course dear brother,” Fred answered for him.

“After all Harry here is our partner,” George added.

“This is wicked!” Ron said after he had overcome his shock. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“So that’s why you want us to meet,” Ginny concluded.

“Honestly. It’s a surprise Ron,” Hermione said, rolling her eyes. Honestly, Ron sometimes was so naïve. But, then again, it’s one of the things she found attractive about the red head.

Harry merely shrugged. Fred and George contacted him a week ago, telling him about their plan to expand to Hogsmeade. Since the owner of Zonko’s wanted to retire to spend his time with his family, they offered to buy the shop. They actually had signed the paper and asked Harry to keep it secret, as they wanted to surprise their siblings, to which he quickly agreed.

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“What is that?”

“Christmas decoration,” He answered. Wasn’t that obvious? Lucius only wanted to make this difficult.

“And why you bring those things here?”

“To decorate your quarter of course,” he replied.

“No,” Lucius immediately replied. He was eyeing the ornaments with obvious disdain when Harry showed him them. But maybe that had connection with the color theme, as all of the ornaments were either red, gold or combination of both. But that wasn’t his fault. Red and gold were Christmas colors!

He finally was able to persuade Lucius to let him decorate his living room through his usual way, meaning kissing and licking. But only his living room. No more than that, Lucius had warned him. The entire time Lucius let him to do as he pleased as the man kept himself in his study room, doing whatever he was doing

“So what do you think?” he asked Lucius later, after he finished decorating the entire room.

“Unacceptable,” the man muttered.

Harry snickered. He was used to Lucius’ sarcasm and cynics by now. They exchanged banter for a while and then proceeded to their usual activity.

“Where is your bracelet?” Lucius suddenly asked.

They were in the middle of a heavy making out session now. Harry had one of his arms around Lucius’ neck and one arm across Lucius’ chest so the man noticed the absence of it.

“You son broke it,” he informed Lucius. “In that duel, remember?” This was the first time he talked about the incident at DADA class. They acted as if it had never happened. In fact, when Harry showed up for his supposed detention, Lucius pretended that he come there for his usual visit. He supposed that was what Lucius wanted and Harry knew better than to question him on how he ran his family.

“I will give you the replacement. A much better one.” Lucius stated. His tone was final.

“A Christmas present from the notorious Lucius Malfoy, I will look forward for it.” He replied cheekily and leaned to kiss Lucius passionately.

A reluctant smile quivered at the edged of Lucius’ mouth. “Notorious, Potter?”

“Yeah,” Harry replied.

“It isn’t your Christmas present. It’s merely a replacement. Your Christmas present will come later,” Lucius said.

“Double present then,” Harry said and closed the gap between their mouths.

An hour later, Harry was ready to bid the man goodbye. “I have to practice the spells on the defense book.” He explained.

As expected, Harry won the dueling tournament and after that Lucius suddenly announced that the winner would face Flitwick, a former dueling champion, in an exhibition. The duel would be held in this Friday since the following Friday was the last day before holiday started. And then in January, they would review intently about NEWTS material. So Harry had spent his time practicing spells, jinxes, charms and curses that would be useful in the duel later.

“You know,” he added absentmindedly. “This is actually the first serious duel I have since the ministry. But then again at that time Voldemort was trying to kill me when his spell backfired.”

“The famous Priori Incantatem.” Lucius murmured.

“Yeah,” Harry agreed. He wasn’t going to ask from where Lucius knew about the fact. The man was smart enough to deduct it from casual observation. “Our wands have the same core. Phoenix feather. In fact, the same phoenix also gave you his healing tears.”

That got Lucius’ attention. Both of the Dark Lord and Potter got their wand core from Dumbledore’s phoenix? “That’s rather ironic,” he said.

“I know,” Harry said. “Ollivander didn’t help either. Do you know what he said to me? That the wand chooses the wizard. And he was curious that it was me who is destined for the wand, when its brother gave me this scar. He also said that I would do great things,” he paused, trying to remember what Ollivander precisely said to him. “He said that he could expect great things from me. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things. Terrible! Yes. But great.” Harry shrugged so he didn’t notice at all when Lucius’ eyes glinted when the man heard his story. “Creepy, isn’t it? He’s a weird guy in my opinion.”

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Finally, the dueling class had arrived. Harry was a bit nervous but he was also excited. But he was surprised as well as another students when Dumbledore suddenly arrived unexpectedly.

“Professor?” he questioned.

“Well, there was an incident on Potion class earlier. The victim is a Ravenclaw student. Professor Flitwick has to explain the whole accident to her parents right now.” Dumbledore explained.

“So, that means the duel is cancelled then?” Harry asked.

“My dear boy, if you don’t mind I could always help you there. After all we don’t want to disappoint the other students do we?” Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling madly.

“Potter will be delighted Dumbledore,” Lucius answered for him.

“What?” Harry swiveled his head. Why the hell Lucius agreed to Dumbledore’s suggestion? He swore Lucius must have been planning something in his disturbed head.

“Splendid,” Dumbledore clapped his hands. “Shall we begin then?”

“But-“ Harry tried to argue but Lucius steered him away. “Why did you agree with him?” he asked furiously.

“Why don’t you show me your power Potter?” Lucius said quietly instead of answering his question.

“What?” He looked at Lucius. The man was staring at him with expressionless face even though his voice spoke conveyed his emotion. And Harry was reminded at that moment that the man in front of him was the man who was the patriarch of one of the most powerful wizarding families. The man who was also the right man of Voldemort.

“You heard me Potter. Show me if you’re worthy being the Chosen One.” With that, Lucius turned and left the stadium to spectators seat.

All the students were very excited of the prospects and Lucius could clearly hear their opinions.

“Is Potter insane?” someone exclaimed. “He’s going to face Dumbledore!”

“This is not a real duel you idiot!” his friend replied.

“You don’t seriously think that Dumbledore is going to use his real power don’t you?” another voice joined them.

“Please. Do you seriously think that Potter is that powerful?’ another voice piped in.

“But Potter defeated you know who!” someone argued.

“Well…” the voice started to hesitate.

“Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald too!” someone added.

Lucius ignored their outburst and walked over to where the Slytherins gathered. Draco, who saw his arrival quickly, prepared a seat for him.

“Father,” Draco greeted him.

He inclined his head and then sat down. Draco followed, sitting down beside him with all the other Slytherin followed his exampled. That was how the hierarchy in Slytherin ran, the one with the most powerful sire ruled. And now Draco had that position. If the Blacks had an heir that would be another matter. Unfortunately, at this moment, there was no longer the male with Black name. Well, Potter was the Head of Black family legally but he didn’t count.

He looked at the stadium. Potter and Dumbledore bowed to each other and soon it began. Potter used high level spells that he knew were never taught at Hogwarts. It was either he learned them from books or from those aurors he knew had joined the Order of Phoenix. It was fascinating, as if he was watching the Dark Lord in his youth when the man was still quite sane. The power, the intensity, and the determination to win.

In the final showdown, Dumbledore created a fire shaped in phoenix meanwhile Potter had water shaped in stag. The two clashed into each other, creating a thick white fog and covering their sight.

“Expelliarmus!” Potter shouted.

As the fog cleared, Lucius and the other spectators could see that Potter had Dumbledore’s wand on his hand. The teen had won the duel.

Weasley was the first to wake up from the stupor. “Harry! You won!” he screamed happily which was soon followed by thunderous applause and cheers from the Gryffindor stand. They were all clapping and yelling enthusiastically. Ravenclaw students and Hufflepuff students were clapping too. It was only Slytherin student who were silent.

Lucius began clapping. Draco looked at him, confused before remembering their conversation and began clapping too. The other Slytherins, even though confusion was clearly written on their faces, began clapping too. It went for a short time before Lucius stopped and they all stopped too.

He eyed Dumbledore. The old man didn’t seem upset at all that Potter overwhelmed him in a duel. In fact, he was looking at Potter with such a pride on his face. The look a grandfather had on his face when his grandson graduated from Hogwarts, knowing that the boy now was an adult and ready for the next big adventure and at the same time know that he had contribution in it. But then again, Lucius concluded, Dumbledore had been playing the grandfather figure for Potter.

Lucius didn’t care at all about any sentimental reasons Dumbledore might have. Potter simply was amazing. All that power in seventeen-year-old boy. He remembered things Potter had told him.

“The locket belongs to me now because I’m the only Parselmouth left.”

“Our wands have the same core.”

“Ollivander said that he could expect great things from me.”

As all the thoughts swirled on his mind, Lucius rubbed his left arm. The dark mark there was only a faint sign. He supposed that after the Horcrux was completely destroyed it would disappear completely. And this time he couldn’t care less about the Dark Lord. After all, the Dark Lord wasn’t here and soon he would cease to exist. But Potter was. Potter with all the power he possessed. And Potter with all the prospects he had in the future. Lucius had never been this enamored in his life. He thought he was falling in love.

Author’s Note:

Hi. It’s me again. As usual please give me reviews. This is the first time I wrote about the interaction between Draco and Lucius. I hope it doesn’t come out badly. And I know that I can explore the story, it’s just that I don’t have time to do that plus I have language limitation. English is actually the third language I learned. Also I only have time to write the story at night after I go home from office and at that time I’m already tired and sleepy as well. Thank you for the reviews and the requests. Unfortunately there’re requests I could write such as Draco caught them together and there’re requests I couldn’t fulfill since it don’t fit the storyline. And for this story I don’t think that there will be a lemon here. I plan to have lemon and all sweetness for my other fic, Meet Me Halfway.

For the next, the divorce news will come. And I have a plan to write a humor part to which Draco had a nightmare where he was a not quite so poor Cinderella with Harry as his not so evil stepmother. Enjoy it. Hehehe. ^ ^;;;.

And Merry Christmas to you who celebrate it. Christmas is always one of my favorite times of the year. So Merry Christmas everyone. Hope that you could enjoy it too.
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