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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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Well, well, well. I have a new installment for you. I will not lie about the reason it took so long. I was shamelessly making costumes to wear to the midnight premier of Deathly Hallows part 2. I am taking a small group of five or six and we are going as the Weasleys. I am Molly, a friend is going as Arthur, and we have Bill, and I think we have a Ron. Unfortunately our girl didn't want to be Ginny, so we're taking a Luna Lovegood with us. :) I am such a nerd. Maybe if you guys ask nicely I'll post some pictures on my deviant art account. :D

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Harry moved past Draco towards Hermione, and carefully knelt beside her.

“Hermione…” he said softly. She looked up, her face flushed with tears. Harry reached forward and cupped her face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe away her tears.

“You’re alive.” She said softly. He nodded. “Where were you?”

“It’s a long story, but the short part of it is that I went behind the Veil.” He said. Hermione pulled away from him, and swiped at her eyes angrily.

“I’m not stupid, Harry. Nobody comes back from the Veil.” She snapped.

“Nobody survives a Killing Curse either, Hermione.” Harry said softly. She merely looked at him for a few seconds, before reaching out and touching his chest. Her hand moved to his face, moving over his cheek and then ghosting over his forehead. He shivered slightly when her fingers pressed against his altered scar. She pulled back with a gasp.

“Your eyes….when I touched your scar your eyes glowed.” She said.

“It was a gift from someone. Now this scar doesn’t represent what Voldemort took from me.” Harry replied.

“Why did you go through the Veil, Harry?” Hermione asked. Harry just gave her a small smile.

“You know I would have done anything to get Sirius back.” He said. Draco gasped.

“You went into the Veil after Black?”

“Why yes he did!”

They all turned to see Sirius standing at the front door, a smug grin on his face. Draco’s jaw dropped, and Sirius walked into the foyer, and put his hand on Draco’s shoulder.

“Good morning, cousin.” He said cheerfully. Draco was momentarily distracted when a young boy rushed into the house.

“Sirius! I thought you’d left me. You told me you’d wait for me to finish peeing!” the boy gasped, entangling himself in Sirius’ white robes. Sirius clapped his hand over Tom’s mouth.

“Shh! You’re not supposed to let the Malfoys know you were pissing in their bushes!” he scolded playfully. Draco looked at the boy, and then at Sirius.

“A friend of yours?” he finally asked. Sirius made a face, and pulled Tom behind him.

“Yes, you could say that.” He hedged nervously. He could see the question in Draco’s eyes, and so he quickly thought of a distraction. “So, Hermione…We find ourselves in an interesting predicament. Harry doesn’t have his wand or keys. As such he cannot access your flat. And you, my dear, seem to be rooming with the Malfoys. And not at home.”

Hermione’s eyes flashed angrily.

“I didn’t want to go back to the flat without Harry.” She growled. “I thought he’d killed himself. I thought that for some reason, my efforts weren’t enough! I thought I’d failed you…” she said, looking at Harry. Fat, pearly tears leaked from her eyes, and she drew in a shuddering breath. He suddenly leaned forward, pulling her to him and squeezing her fiercely.

“You didn’t fail me. I’m alive because of you. If you hadn’t been there for me these past few years I would have killed myself. But as it is…I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to leave word with you. It’s such a long story. And I’ll tell you. But we’re tired, Mione. We’ve been at the Ministry all day answering questions and filling out paperwork. When we came back, we landed right in the middle of some Aurors. I just want to curl up in bed and sleep.” Harry said softly into her hair.

“You might as well stay here, then.” Draco suggested. Harry’s head came up.

“Really?” he asked.

“I was beginning to like you before I thought you’d gone and off’d yourself Potter.” Draco growled, yet his voice contained no malice. “I was…disappointed when the Minister told us you’d tossed yourself into the Veil.”

“There’ll be an article in the Prophet tomorrow. We sought out Skeeter before she could spin a tale of lies and gave her an exclusive interview with all of us. Even Viatoris put in a few words. She literally pissed herself.” Harry said, snorting.

“Viatoris?” Hermione asked curiously. Tom beamed.

“He’s our Dementor friend!” he supplied. Hermione and Draco were dead quiet, each looking wide-eyed and surprised.

“B-Bullshit.” Draco finally stuttered. He hated Dementors.

“No, Tom, he’s your Dementor friend. He seems to dislike the two of us greatly.” Sirius said. During their questioning *coughcough*interrogation*coughcough* by the Aurors, Viatoris had floated nearest to Tom, going so far as to refuse to let him be alone when questioned. It had frightened the Aurors greatly.

“Yeah, well, he’s a smelly old corpse anyway.” Harry mumbled petulantly.

“Dementor…friend?” Hermione asked. “I think… I think we all need a good night’s rest…and then we all need to have a very long, very serious conversation- make the joke and die!” She hissed the last part of her sentence as Sirius opened his mouth. Tom looked up at his guardian with wide brown eyes.

“Wow…she knows you too well.”

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Lucius opened his eyes blearily, grunting as he stretched his legs out. The call of nature was insistent, and yet there was a very asleep, and not light dead weight draped over him. Grace was deeply asleep, her face in his side and both legs draped over his.

He carefully disentangled her from himself, noting that his disheveled outer robe was still horrifically pink.

“Damn. That was a perfectly good robe.” He grumbled. He slowly slid off the bed so he would disturb Grace, and stretched like a feline up from a nap. He winced at the sound of some important joints popping, and shuffled wearily from the room. He needed to piss, and he wasn’t doing it in Grace’s girlie toilet.

He headed into the nearest guest bathroom, and relieved himself with a satisfied groan. Once he was tucked away he washed his hands and dried them, before trying to tame the mess his hair had become overnight. He needed a shower, but he needed some bacon first.

He padded silently toward the breakfast room, his senses on autopilot after so many years of trudging the same path.

The only thing that broke him from his absent walk was the sound of a child’s laughter. He straightened up, on alert, and immediately drew his wand. Grace was the only child in the house, and that wasn’t her. It sounded too young.

He crouched like a predator and moved along the wall, approaching the door to the breakfast room carefully. He heard a boy speaking, the high pitch of his voice suggesting he was quite young.

“...best thing I’ve ever eaten! We didn’t get stuff like this back at the orphanage. We were lucky to get a spoonful of eggs ever so often. Mostly breakfast was oatmeal and dry toast. It was filling, but a little boring after a while. This bacon is so good! Am I bothering you?”

“Hmm? Oh, no, I’m reading this article in the paper. So you’re a separated part of his mind, then? That’s fascinating.” Hermione’s voice calmed Lucius slightly, because he knew she could handle herself. Nevertheless he carefully peeked around the corner, and nearly had a coronary.

Sirius Black was sitting in Lucius’ chair at the head of the table, looking quite smug as Hermione and Draco sat with their heads together, reading the morning paper. Harry Potter’s dark mop of hair was falling over his face as he ate, and he was quiet. The source of the laughter appeared to be a boy of about six or seven years of age.

His hair was parted off to the side, sleek and neat. The color was coal black. He was a rather handsome boy, tall for his age and a bit thin. His dark eyes were framed in long lashes, complimenting his angular eyebrows and symmetrical features. But Lucius’ blood froze in his veins when the boy happened to turn his face more into the light. That face…no matter the age he’d recognize that face.

He knew that face as a young man. He knew that face as an adult.

He withdrew his head from the doorway, placing his hand over his chest to calm his wildly thumping heart. What the fuck was going on in his house? He stood slowly, changing the color of his robe from pink to black, momentarily mourning the fact that the fabric was irreparably stiff, before taking a deep breath and whirling around the doorway.

All faces turned up at him, and Sirius reached over and slowly pushed the young Tom Riddle down in his chair, until the boy disappeared beneath the table.

“I saw that.” Lucius hissed. Sirius plastered an innocent look on his face.

“Saw what?” he asked.

“I think I deserve a damn good explanation as to why there are three dead people in my house.” Lucius ground out, his hand gripping his wand so tightly his knuckles were white.

“It’s all in this morning’s paper, Lucius. Quite a fascinating story.” Hermione said, scooping up the paper and bringing it to where Lucius was standing. She held it out to him and he snatched it from her hand, his mercurial eyes glaring down at the offending paper.

Boy Who Lived Again!

The public was deeply saddened and devastated to learn that their hero, Harry Potter, had apparently committed suicide by throwing himself into the Veil. But no one could imagine that what appeared to be a young man’s final act of desperation could turn out to be the greatest rescue mission ever known. Harry Potter did not cross the Veil to end his own life, but in fact entered the Land of Death to retrieve his Godfather, the pardoned escapee of Azkaban, Sirius Black.

Black, as the public will recall, was thrown into the Veil during the Department of Mysteries debacle during a wand-to-wand duel with his cousin, infamous Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange. He gave his life fighting for his Godson and the handful of Hogwarts students that had accompanied him.

Mr. Potter did not take the death of his Godfather well, and is remembered to have fought valiantly even after the war was over to have his name expunged from the records of Azkaban. He succeeded.

“He didn’t do those things. I tried to tell everyone he was innocent, but I was dismissed as Confunded.” Harry Potter said vehemently. His Godfather sits next to him as he speaks, looking very much like the handsome man he was in his youth.

The duo goes on to explain a bit of the dynamics of the land behind the Veil. Its creation has been lost to time, but its function has changed over the years. According to Messrs. Black and Potter, the Veil was originally created to ease the terminally ill into a painless death, rather than suffer the rest of their days. Over the past few centuries it became a punishment for Dark Wizards.

In this land only exist two people: those who have passed directly through the Veil and those who have died in ritualistic deaths, such as exorcism. It was due to this sub rule that the team of Godfather and Godson brought back another visitor to this realm.

A young Tom Marvolo Riddle sits in front of me, the perfect picture of innocence. Readers will recall that his counterpart later become the Dark Lord Voldemort, and his reign of terror split the world and pitted brother against brother in a bid for control of the magical world. It was apparent that the Dark Lord lacked many of the emotions that make someone human: compassion, mercy, trust, and love. This was due to a magical accident when the tyrant was but a boy.

A run-in with the local bullies left a young Tom Riddle in a very bad way, having to be hospitalized for several days before he could return to the orphanage he lived at. He became disgusted with himself for begging for mercy from the hooligans. In a distressed bid for his own strength, young Mr. Riddle swore to never show those emotions again; literally killing off the part of him that had caused his weakness. This part was sent to the land behind the Veil, and would later meet up with one Sirius Black, who thought it would be a great cosmic joke to befriend the young man. Sirius Black was known for his practical joking back in school.

When Harry Potter entered the Veil, he found his Godfather with relative ease, but he warns readers that it is not an idea that just anyone should attempt.

“I was told that someone who was touched by death, but had not been taken, could enter the Veil and return.” He says, reaching up to touch the famous lightning scar left to him by the failed Killing curse.

When they returned from their sojourn, they were also accompanied by Mr. Potter’s guide through the Veil, a rather intimidating, yet highly intelligent Dementor. This creature floats quite close to the unlikely trio, actually inserting biting comments at times. This journalist will admit freely that it was quite frightening during the whole experience.

Once they exited the Veil, they found themselves thrown into the midst of the Ministry. The Minister himself was called in to authenticate the identities of the three travelers, and by order of the Minister of Magic they were declared legal citizens of the magical world.

“There really wasn’t anything he could do. It isn’t illegal to enter the Veil.” Harry points out logically. “I had permission to be there. And since Sirius has been pardoned, they couldn’t keep him either.” He adds, and the duo share a look that would remind those who knew them of the looks shared between Mr. Black and Harry’s father, James Potter, who were best friends during school.

“Tom had to be declared as a separate citizen, since the original Tom Marvolo Riddle had been killed. He is now legally Tom Riddle Black, and is an adopted part of the Black family. Anyone who has a problem with it can make out with Viatoris.” Sirius Black says, pointing to their shrouded guardian. Readers be warned that a Dementor can draw a person’s soul out through their mouth by administering the Dementor’s Kiss, and it is not recommended to attempt this suggestion.

When asked what their plans are, they all had similar answers: to live a normal life. Mr. Potter, who was blessed to be able to regain his ability to walk, plans to use his power and fame to redesign the political structure of our world warning that, despite positive changes, the world is still quite unfairly set up. Mr. Black said he wants to take a nice long vacation and hopes to reinstate the House Black as a Noble house once again. Young Mr. Riddle plans to attend Hogwarts as his counter-part did, but wants to take a much different career route.

“I think I would like to be an Auror. I was impressed by the Aurors I saw at the Ministry.” He says, and flashes a handsome smile.

It would appear that the next few years are going to be interesting, and this reporter plans to follow this unlikely group very closely.

~Rita Skeeter

Lucius looked up, and then looked at Hermione. She smiled gently. Then he looked at Harry. The young man was watching him through his fringe, while pushing around a piece of egg. He looked to where Sirius sat, and the great lump was beaming up at him, his bright blue eyes twinkling in a most Dumbledore-like fashion. Tom’s head was poking up just enough for his eyes to peep over the table, looking at Lucius curiously.

Draco was sitting calmly at the table with a cup of coffee, his hands wrapped around the mug as he stared down into the dark surface.

“What are your thoughts on this, Draco?” Lucius asked, drawing his son out of his reverie.

“I won’t lie and say I’m not a little freaked out by it. Potter is back from the dead, bringing with him one Sirius Black and the child version of the Dark Lord. I know it was explained that they are not the same person, but that does not change the fact that there are going to be very many terrified people.” Draco said, glancing over to where Tom was hiding under the table. Tom finally emerged, standing at his place and looking around the room.

“What can I do to prove that we’re not the same person?” he asked. Draco let out a harsh laugh. He drew up the sleeve of his house robe, revealing the grinning, faded Dark Mark.

“Can you get rid of that?” he asked. Tom walked around the table, his eyes on the tattoo-like design. Something about it was familiar, and yet altogether foreign. He stretched out his hand, his fingers hovering over Draco’s arm. Something was drawing him to touch the Mark. But something else was telling him it might not be a good idea. He pulled back his hand, and looked at the coiled snake.

“Hello?”

The entire room shuddered collectively as Tom spoke tentatively to the snake on Draco’s arm. Harry hid the surprise of being able to understand him. As far as he’d known, he had lost the ability to converse with snakes when Voldemort had been killed.

Tom got no response from the still image. The draw to touch the Mark came back, and this time he didn’t fight as his hand was lifted towards Draco’s arm. His index finger touched the symbol of death, and a bolt of magic surged through him, making him seize up. Draco gasped, and the entire room was fixated on the Mark.

The faded grey flooded with color, becoming the fresh, undulating black it had been when Voldemort used the Mark to call his followers.

“You activated it!” Draco cried, jerking away and clasping a hand over the burning Mark.

Lucius started forward to curse the little fuck and Hermione grabbed his arm. His head snapped towards her and she visibly shook her head.

Tom snapped out of his magically induced daze, and then grabbed Draco’s arm.

“Stop.” He hissed, and Draco gasped again as the agonizing burning stopped immediately. Tom pushed Draco’s hand away to reveal the activated serpent.

“Master?” Tom would not lie and say he was not surprised when the image spoke to him.

“It is I. Tell me, serpent, how to rid the bearer of the Mark.” Tom ordered, and felt Draco shudder under the grip of his hands.

“Master, you must make a sacrifice of blood over the brand, and order me away. If the bearer is willing for the brand to disappear, it will do so.”

Tom let go of Draco’s arm, and reached into his pocket. He pulled out the dagger Death had given him, and unsheathed the blade.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” Lucius growled.

“Getting rid of the Mark. Don’t interrupt me. I have a feeling that if you do something bad will happen.” Tom said. He put the sheath of the dagger down on the table, and quickly made a nick in his thumb with the blade, wincing slightly. Then he drew his bloody thumb down across the Mark, resting his thumb on the head of the snake. “Be gone, brand. Thy Master commands it.”

The Mark lit up bright white, and Draco gritted his teeth as it felt like his arm would burn clean off. It glowed angrily for a few moments, before the light went out with a bright flash. When their vision cleared, they all looked at Draco’s arm.

The flesh was bare and unmarked. Draco took one look at his bare arm, and his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell out of his chair. Lucius pulled out of Hermione’s grasp, going for his fallen son. He shoved Tom away to get to Draco, and the boy stumbled. Lucius pulled Draco up into a sitting position, and tapped his cheek gently to rouse him.

Draco opened his eyes, and looked at his father.

“Is it really gone?” he asked, looking back down at his arm. Lucius followed his gaze, staring at the place his son had been branded.

“Yes.” He said softly. Draco pulled away from his father and stood on wobbly legs.

“I need to be alone for a bit.” Draco said, and staggered out of the room. Lucius watched him go, and then turned back to Tom, suddenly feeling very dry-mouthed.

“Do you…think you could…do it again?” he asked.

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Hermione and Lucius were sitting on the sofa, entwined in each other’s arms. She was absently stroking his bare left arm, and he was nuzzling her neck. The after-effects of the removal of his Mark had been much more tiring than Draco’s. His Mark had melded with his magic after so many years with it, and Tom had told him the serpent in his Mark had said it would be a week or so before his energy level was back up.

Hermione had led him into the library under the ruse of needing to talk to him, and he had been grateful as she had pushed him down onto the sofa before he collapsed. She had then climbed up with him, and had planted herself into his side.

“I received it not too long out of Hogwarts.” He said suddenly. She looked up at him, a bit surprised. “I was a young man with dreams and ambitions. And he was a silver-tongued leader. He said all the right things to make us rabid with the want for power. I wanted to preserve my heritage. I wanted to keep our world intact as a birthright for my blood.”

Hermione moved her hand from its idle stroking of his arm and laced her fingers through his.

“I will not lie and say I did not enjoy taunting the Muggles a bit.” He said softly. Hermione swallowed hard, but said nothing. “It was a show of dominance. Like a bully kicking around a dumb dog. But he began to lose his grip on reality as his soul was split into more and more pieces.” Lucius said softly. “It was almost a relief when he fell the first time. And when he rose again I was terrified for Draco. My ambition as a young man almost killed my son.” He paused here, his throat working furiously to fight back emotion. “I’m sorry, Hermione.”

“For what?” she asked.

“For almost killing you as well.”

“It takes a lot more than a big-headed pureblood to get rid of me. Besides, if I remember correctly I almost got you a few times as well.” She replied lightly. He smiled, and they were quiet, each relaxing in their own moment. After a while, Lucius spoke up.

“I need to go check on Grace.” He said softly, starting to sit up. Hermione placed her hand on his chest.

“I’ll go. You stay here.” She told him.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. I care for Grace as well. I’ll check on her.” She said. She carefully untangled herself from him, and stood from the sofa. She walked to the door, and turned back, smiling as she caught him watching her backside. He flashed her a tired smile in return, and she turned again, using the last few steps out of the library to sashay seductively.

When she was gone, Lucius threw an arm over his face, grunting.

“I don’t think this day can get any weirder…”

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Lucius, you've been alive long enough to know that you should NEVER say things like that, because things do, in fact, get weirder. I love you guys. Do you love me? I hope so. :3
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