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Out of Darkness	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 4979 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Out of Darkness
- 2-Before the Darkness
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A/N - I really was not going to post more to this. It was suppose to be a oneshot and die.... Sigh... but somethings just don't end... They begin.... Read on... It's the beginning.
He had been sent to spy on a child.

Those who thought they knew him would believe it was to find the weaknesses in the wards to eventually injure the child. But to those who truly knew him intimately, they knew he was ordered to spy and report what he could to Albus about the care received at the hands of Muggles. He was sent to spy on Harry Potter.

It was brought to the headmaster's attention that something was not quite right the when the Weasley boys broke Harry out of the house. Albus had been concerned over the last couple of years. It wasn't until Harry had come to Hogwarts after the fourth summer that the task to spy on the boy was doled out to him.

He was always given the worst jobs, he was given the job of planting a Horcrux in a child's cauldron so events could play out and the destruction would be ensured. He detested playing the cold unfeeling role, but as a Malfoy, that is what they did best.
He had been beaten by his father until the cold unfeeling mask was so much a part of him that even his own family couldn't tell the difference. But in these times, the mask was necessary. Slowly consuming him over the years, the only light had been his family and knowing that all he did was for them.

Each new mission earned the protection they would eventually need. His wife, bearer of his son, and best friend, would need the protection in the end, as would their son. His was a lonely existence, save for the comfort of his family. Each in their own way brought him warmth. Though not the warmth of a true companion, but still even the absence of that was livable. As a pureblood, he had been expected to marry and produce an heir. There was no room for love or true companionship in the life of a pureblood. Even so, he craved it.

So here he stood, Lucius Malfoy, watching the interactions between Muggles and a young wizard. The tone, the words, and the constant battering made his blood boil. Harry was not in a happy situation.

He had tried to inform Albus a few times, but after the incident in the grave yard everything had changed. Too many other things took precedence over this mission. So he had taken it upon himself to watch and protect. He tried many times to get Albus to remove harry, but the man was firm that the blood wards were needed now more than ever. Unfortunately Albus did not last long enough to make the necessary decisions, so Lucius made it his own mission to watch and protect as long as he was able.

The last few years he stood alone and carried out his mission. Lucius Malfoy silently cast shield charms, cushioning charms or other spells to lessen the effects of the physical abuse that the Muggles laid down on Harry. For years he spent some nights whispering kind words to the young wizard while he slept fitfully. Much of the vehemence spewed by the muggles was devastating. He could not stand by while Harry suffered so much and do nothing.

He had prided himself on staying hidden, being stealthy in his protection. He had thought no one was the wiser until one night.

Harry had just turned 17. In spite of the added protections of a few check-ins at the Muggle house by Order members, this night was the worst. Vernon Dursley had taken Harry to task for burning the evening meal, soundly beating the boy, breaking a few ribs, and possibly the boy's nose.

Harry was now in his bed, sleeping fitfully. Lucius could not bring himself to keep his distance, even knowing that Harry was not sleeping soundly. He moved silently into the room, cast a locking charm on the door and a silencing charm, so no one could get in or hear anything. He moved over towards the bed and knelt down.

He looked at the young man he had sworn to protect out of obligation for many years. That reason no longer held any truth. The truth was a solitary pill to swallow now. He ached to touch and comfort Harry in a way that was not his prerogative, but he resisted. Instead he whispered the same encouraging words that had fallen from his lips a thousand times.

"You are valuable. You are needed. Don't give up. It will get better."

"Lucius, for once stop spouting nonsense. Once I leave for good, it will get better." Harry said, opening his eyes to stare into the grey ones he knew would be utterly surprised.

Lucius was speechless, but instead of being a complete dunderhead, he reigned in his expression, and went to work trying to heal the damage done.

"Thanks, I've known for two years now, but you have been watching me longer than that haven't you?" Harry asked.

"Yes...”

"Was he ever going to tell me?" Harry asked, cutting Lucius off.

"Eventually, I thought, but now, it's a bit late, and I still wanted to make sure things did not get out of hand until you decided to leave." Lucius offered.

He knew talking about Albus was a sore subject. The boy idolized the man, even with all the manipulations and issues they had between them. Watching that man die played a recurring role in Harry's nightmares almost every night since. That had been hard for Lucius to watch. He had grown very attached to Harry, but decidedly kept his emotional distance and mask in place at every encounter to play his role.

Harry sat up, wincing at the pain, Lucius reached out to steady him, unsure of the reception of his touch.

Harry allowed it. "Thank you, all these years I know you have been here. But why have you stayed?" He asked, pinning Lucius with his green gaze.

"I can't stand to see them take advantage of you. So I stay, because you care enough about them to not harm them. And I care enough about you, to try to ease what pain they might inflict." Lucius said, still trying to keep the calm mask of stone on his face.

It was harder with every encounter, Harry was growing on him in a way his wife and son never could. A way only a true companion could touch his heart. He tried to push that thought away as soon as it passed.

Something must have slipped in his mask, because Harry scooter closer to look in his eyes and raised a hand to touch his cheek.

"Even though you tried to hide from me, your comfort always left a scent. Something I will never forget, something that will always bring me peace. Can I kiss you?" Harry asked, blushing deeply. Harry had been dying to ask that for years, since he discovered who his comforter was. And every encounter had him looking deeper into the mystery that was Lucius Malfoy.

Harry did not receive a no, so he took the silence as an affirmative answer. Tentatively he placed his hands on soft skin, Lucius inhaled sharply, but remained still afraid to move but yet wanting to run. Harry drew closer, inhaling that familiar scent in, letting it consume his mind, his lips itched to touch, his body clenched in anticipation. When he closed the distance and their lips met, it was heaven. Soft and yielding, a simple press, and then Harry sighed, opening his mouth, only to have it raided by an enticing tongue, and firm hands pulling him further against his Angel. Lucius, lost his reserve when Harry sighed against him. Years of hope washed over him in an instance and he dove head first into a fiery haven.

In the days that followed, Lucius found himself more captivated by each and every facet of Harry. They did little more than exchange soft kisses and light touches in the dead of night. When September rolled around, the war came to Privet Drive.

Harry felt at home in a house that he would never call home. Because Home was Lucius Malfoy, his angel in the night. Tonight he would ask for more and hope that everything fell into place. He rolled over, ignoring the pain that course through him. Soon he could heal himself.

Lucius had bowed out of a meeting with the Dark Lord citing civil duties at the ministry. He had planned on going to Privet Drive to watch over Harry that evening. A sense of unease filled him when he arrived. The house was dark, not even the lamp in Harry's room was glowing. He cast a charm to conceal himself and walked around the house. No one seemed at home. He unlocked the front door silently and closed it behind him as he ascended the stairs. Harry's door was locked as usual so he unlocked it and let himself in. Harry looked battered with bruises and a broken nose. He moved softly over to Harry, who seemed to sense him. Lucius removed his disillusionment charm. He cleaned up the bruises and fixed Harry's nose and cleaned the blood. He reached for Harry, his hair falling around his shoulders.

Harry lay on his side waiting for the familiar scent to envelop him, and the brush of soft hair that followed. When it came, Harry peered up into the softened grey eyes and smiled.

"Make love to me Lucius. Tonight before everything turns into chaos. I can feel it building in everything around us. I need you tonight." Harry whispered against the pale ear.

Lucius inhaled sharply, everything in him begged to acquiesce to his love's request. "Are you sure?" The blond purred into Harry's ear, waiting for a reply.

Harry laid back against his bed, put his arms above his head, and spread his thighs just a little. It was the most delicious invitation.

Lucius bent over the boy who had grown into a man before his eyes. His hair fell over Harry's face, and he bit back a moan as Harry seemed to pull in his scent as his hair drifted over the soft features. The older man settled softly on top of the younger man and he kissed soft lips. They were already open in invitation. He let himself enjoy fully the kiss, not caring if the world shattered around them. Harry's hands became insistent in ripping away his outer robe. Though the hands were smaller than his own, they held a power to drive his blood to thrum heatedly in his veins. He barely registered the tearing of his shirt and then his chest was branded by soft hands caressing him.

“Harry…” Lucius whispered against Harry’s neck.   He was afraid this moment would fall apart around him. His hands lingered over every curve until they reached the edge of Harry’s shirt. He slowly pulled the shirt up and over Harry’s head, and stared down. The piercing emerald gaze captured his own, the fire in those eyes urged him further.

Harry breathed in the scent of Lucius, reveling in the softness of skin as he splayed his hands over the strong pale chest. He could feel this moment as the calm before the storm. This was his moment, his peace before his destiny would overtake him. He wanted his Angel for this brief moment in time, needed the touch and the tender kisses. He wanted to treasure everything about Lucius before he was forced to let go as he did with everything he loved. He wanted to be reborn into love.

Lucius watched the wonder play over Harry’s face. It was soft and immutable. He was touched deep in his soul that this man, who had suffered so much, could see something beautiful in him. He was awed by the sharp stings of pleasure at Harry’s touch. There was much more to them than strangers in the night. They had something that he had only longed for. His heart was bursting with the unsaid words, and they tumbled out.

“I love you.” the blond man whispered, smiling as he felt Harry shiver under his touch. His fingers trailed over Harry’s chest, light and soft. He bent his head to kiss the exposed skin.

Harry let his fingers tangle in long blonde hair, soft as silk and sexy as sin. His own reply was a muted whisper between heated groans.

“Love you too… Take me home.” Harry whispered.

The words were like a soft caress to Lucius’ heart. He needed this just as much as Harry did. The words burned between them, igniting their hands and lips and legs. Harry’s hands were more urgent in their pull of the blond against him. Lucius groaned into the heated cavern of Harry’s mouth. The blond bit down softly on a plump lip and drank in the sharp moan that escaped from Harry’s mouth.

They lay in a hurried passion, pressing their bodies together hard and kissing with abandon. The soft sounds of Harry's cries were only matched by the loud moans of Lucius above him.

Lucius trailed his hands down his lover’s body, mapping each dip and curve until he got to Harry’s pants and tugged. He smiled into the kiss as his hands met no undergarments. Need coiled tighter in his groin as his hands skimmed the bare flesh.

Harry bucked up hard against Lucius body, “I need you, now. No more waiting.”

Lucius reached for his wand, and cast several charms. He wanted to wait, to make it perfect, but he could deny Harry nothing. It was in that moment that he realized that Harry was the one he had been waiting for, his eternity, however long that would be.

Harry tugged at the blond's trousers and let them pool down. Lucius kicked them off and shrugged out of his robe and shirt. They both hissed at Lucius painted himself over Harry's naked form. The skin to skin contact sending more sparks and more flames through them both. Both their hands were set to walking and rubbing up and down backs and torsos. It was like coming home and finally breathing.

Lucius, propped himself up, ignoring the fire burning though his veins as his erect member lay at the enticing entrance begging for him.   The contact between their bodies burned in a pleasurable way, but he needed to impart the importance of this moment to Harry.

Harry looked up at his love in the stall of the moment. Searching silver eyes, he saw a need there. He reached to stroke Lucius’ face gently.

“I want you forever Harry. Is that something you are willing to consider?” Lucius asked quietly.
Harry’s smile was wide, and tears started to leak out of his eyes as his heart nearly burst. Harry let his hands caress the beloved face above him, and nodded even as he spoke softly.

“You are home, my love. Forever will never be long enough.” Harry whispered before pulling Lucius down into a tender kiss, one that burned and fanned the flames their bodies created. The soul deep understanding melded in that kiss. In one moment Harry’s body was begging and in another, he was filled until he could not feel empty again. The kisses, the breathing and the tightness of Lucius’ hold, made Harry feel as if he would be filled forever. He moved, trying to get Lucius to move. And when the man moved, Harry could only follow with his own hips. He needed the exquisite pleasure that each stroke promised. His lips were worshipped and his body stayed in a steady inferno. Each thrust and movement brought him closer to his sense of home.

Lucius finally found the haven for his heart and soul. The joining was more than just physical, he could feel the lacing of their souls. He could do nothing other than take pleasure as he gave it.   The tightness of Harry’s body bound him. He was bound to this young man with everything he was, and with each kiss, he drank in the love of a lifetime. With each slide into the tightness of Harry he was flying higher on their pleasure until they both broke. They soared to the stars and beyond for a moment and then fell softly back to earth together.

Harry was safe, and he slumbered with no dreams for the first time in his life. Lucius curled behind his smaller lover holding tightly, knowing soon everything would change in the world.

Hours later the two awoke to shouts, lights and spells… the war had found them.
End of this chapter. I cannot promise more... There might be more... Nothing is poking at my mind yet.
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