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Pillars	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1859 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.

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A/N - So after much life, there is progress. I am back and will update a few stories that have started to flow. This is still a therapy piece for me as many of mine are. They reflect my mind, my depression and many other ways I express how I feel. Thank you all who reviewed and sent your condolences. It is sad that I post this nearly two years after my friends loss. Suicide is aweful, and affects many. Even as I battle my own depression, I struggle to find my own balance, and hope to keep the light that allows me to keep going. Maybe one day I can help someone see out of thier darkness.
TWO
Strength is not in false masks, it is not in the hard line of cold unfeeling. Strength is in offering oneself as a branch to cling to, a rock to lean on or being open and vulnerable so someone else can break. Harry stood, wracked in the pain and guilt of war. His eyes open and filled with longing for a better day. For in the darkness can one truly see the light. Harry’s hands held onto the broken man beneath him. He shouldered the weight of the larger man who shook with the pain and agony of loss. Everyone knew loss today, everyone felt pain. A truly broken man was no threat, so he bent and lifted Lucius’ arm over his shoulder and slowly walked the man away from the throng of mourners.
Harry walked them towards the open air, away from the ash and pain. The burden of the man weighed heav against his body as they moved slowly out of the castle. He knew there would be judgment, but now there needed to be some light to let them breathe. Harry sat them down on the last remnants of the broken fountain. The blond man still sobbed against him and Harry just surrounded the man with his arms as best as he could.
“Let it out Lucius, I will hold you.” Harry whispered softly.
Lucius let the boy hold him, his broken pieces only held together through the sheer force of a boy’s open heart. Soon sobs melted into silent screams and then soft whimpers. It was when the larger man dropped his head in Harry’s lap that the Aurors came. Justice had come to claim its prize.
Harry felt a tug at his heart when they reached for Lucius.
“Handle him gently, he lost his family much like the rest of us. The laws will judge his actions, not you.” Harry said with as much strength in his voice as he could in this moment.
The Aurors nodded and lifted the man off Harry’s lap and apparated away.
Six months later the trials were over, the wizarding world moved on, and life got back to as normal as it could. One man did not move on, one man could not. One house remained dark, with barely a flicker of candlelight. A lone man sat at a broken table, pinching a crumb of bread until it slipped out of his fingers like sand. Hunger gnawed in his belly, but he could not bring himself to eat. Once blond hair hung in heavy strands around a thin face. The man sighed and stood up weakly moving away from the table shuffling towards the doorway.
A loud boom came from just beyond near the front of the house and he had to shield his eye against the bright sunlight streaming in from the door that had barred the world from his solitude. Footsteps fell lightly against the stone floor, the man shrank to the floor fearful of who had finally found him.
Strong arms came around the thin frame of Lucius Malfoy, carefully picking him up with such gentle care.
“Let me help you to your room, Sir.” a soft male voice called to him.
Lucius had no strength to fight, so he nodded. His mouth was dry and his throat cracked as he tried to speak. No words had issued from his mouth for five long months.
“Shhh…” the voice hushed.
They moved together, Lucius guiding by mere pressure on the man. A shift and a door creaked. Soft wand light lit just a few inches in front of them. Lucius could feel the man move him towards one of the chairs in the antechamber of the room. He allowed himself to be maneuvered into it. A familiar face came into view as the man crouched in front of him.
“Your exile is over Lucius. Let me help.” Harry said. The green eyes he had remembered from an eternity ago pleaded with him. A year ago, he would have plastered a sneer on his face. A year ago, he believed that to ask for help was weakness. Today, he was a broken man, the only strength he had left reached for the pillar of a man who knelt before him.
“Please.” it was so soft a whisper that he almost did not hear himself.
Harry took in the broken man’s visage. He had tried to get in sooner to see Lucius, but the Ministry was adamant that the sentence be served. Solitary, no contact but for sparse food being delivered to the man’s small house. No magic allowed for creature comforts. Harry understood the need, but he also knew what it was to be shoved into so small a place that it hurt to move. He understood the ache of loneliness. Lucius had lost all he had held dear, not the wealth or the power. When the man broke before him six months ago, Harry knew this was one quest he had to fulfil. Show Lucius the kindness that he never afforded another. Show him that strength came from somewhere other than power.
Harry had been asked many time to lead something or another, they wanted his fame or his name to further their own goals of power. He refused. He studied at home and took his tests to get the certificate for his finished education. He decided to write and hopefully allow his words to change hearts. His friends wondered why he didn’t go into Auror training or teach, he could only tell them that Dumbledore had it right. Silently lead from the shadows with love and whatever wisdom he could provide. He had his own demons to battle.
Perhaps in helping Lucius learn to live again, he could find his own peace of mind.
“Sir..” Harry began, only to see the man shake his head.
“Name…” Lucius whispered.
“You want me to call you Lucius?” Harry asked.
The man nodded.
“Lucius, You are free of this solitary. I want to take you to my home, I need a roommate and someone to talk to. Will you do this for me?” Harry asked.
Lucius looked up, surprised. Those green eyes held only sincerity. There was no mirth, no pity, not even a hint of anything spiteful. Harry Potter was a surprise to him now as he was so many months ago. He looked around his darkened room and back at Harry. He knew he deserved none of the kindness, he deserved the fate of his family. He looked away with shame.
Soft warm fingers pulled his face back gently and he found himself once again staring into kind eyes.
“None of that, we will get on. You are not the only one with demons.” Harry spoke with a stoic voice. Harry held out a hand to him. He took it and rose, leaning on his pillar of strength. They apparated away from the solitary dark house.
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