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As Winter Calls	By : blazingskies Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 5805 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Three

As Winter
calls he will starve

All but to see the stone be life

The still air of the foyer
of Malfoy Manor was disturbed by a sudden sharp 'pop!' followed by an agitated
voice yelling a name.

"Narcissa!"
Lucius almost screamed. The boy he held closely in his arms whimpered slightly
and tried to twist out of his grip, "Shhhh,"
He tried to soothe even as he ran his distressed gaze over the beaten, underfed
form of the Boy-Who-Lived. Moving as gently as he could, he set the boy down on
a nearby divan. He wasn't skilled in medicinal spells, but he had enough experience
in various injuries - both receiving and causing them - that he recognised how
serious some of these were, some of the bruising on the torso was deep enough
to reach the major organs. Lucius felt a sharp pain in his hands and only then
realised that his hands were clenched so tight his nails were biting into his
palms.

Then, he heard the rapid
patter of slippered feet descending the stairs and
sighed in relief as he saw his wife appear, her light blue dress swirling about
her ankles as she rushed down the stairs.

"By Salazar,
Lucius," She gasped when she caught sight of Harry, "What
happened?"

"I'll explain in a
moment, Narcissa." He said tightly, "But for now, you'll need your
kit."

She nodded and left again,
searching for her medi-kit. Lucius took the
opportunity to rid himself of his bloodstained waistcoat and shirt, asking one
of the house elves to bring him some more clothes while he kept an eye on
Harry.

Potter's breathing was
shallow, raspy, almost gurgling and Lucius shuddered to think what that might
mean. A house elf reappeared with his new clothes, and he dressed quickly as
Snape appeared in the foyer accompanied by the faint 'pop' of apparation. The Potion Master's face was set, his mouth a
thin line as his gaze lingered on Harry's battered body, his usually sallow
skin even paler than usual.

"Severus?"
Lucius asked carefully, knowing just how his old friend had been affected by
what he had seen in that house.

"It's been taken care
of." Snape replied shortly, "They will not remember our identities or
when the boy was taken." Snape's lips curled up into a slight smirk,
"I'll think of some suitable...chastisements later."

It was then that Narcissa
rushed back in carrying her black kit, filled with potions, salves, bandages
and various other bits of useful medical equipment. She set to work without a
word, cleaning off the worst of the blood, and removing what remained of the
boy's clothes with a tightly controlled severing charm. Lucius watched his wife
tend to her new 'patient' with something like pride. She had wanted to be a
Healer since she had been young, but her parents had decreed that it wasn't a
suitable profession for such a high-born, pure-blooded woman as her and
forbidden it. But she had diligently continued her studies in secret, a fact
for which Lucius had had any number of occasions to be grateful for after a
particularly vicious punishment from the Dark Lord. Narcissa certainly had
plenty of practical experience of healing such injuries.

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Potter's eyelids
fluttered, jade-green eyes peeking out from under soot-black lashes. There was
a flash of terror in those eyes, quickly controlled, and a stifled groan
emerged from his lips and he tried to speak,

"Malfoy?" He
croaked, "Why are you...?" He coughed, a gurgling sort of sound like
someone drowning.

"Hush, Potter,"
Snape said sternly from his position behind the divan, "Just lie
still."

"Professor?" He
gasped, sounding even more bewildered, "What..." Whatever else he was
about to say was interrupted with another wracking, gurgling cough. Narcissa
flicked her wand and summoned a deep basin, even as Harry bent almost double
and began to cough up great gouts of dark, clotted blood.

"That's it,"
Narcissa crooned encouragingly, rubbing the boy's back gently, "Get it all
up." Lucius looked away. It was not a pretty process.

When the boy had finished
coughing, Snape stepped around into Potter's line of sight, taking a vial of
deep blue potion from inside his robes, Lucius recognised it instantly as a calming
potion - one of Severus' special mixtures, no doubt.

Potter fixed his
un-blackened eye on his potions professor, confusion and a dose of fear written
on his features.

"Why?" He croaked, his throat too raw to say anything else. Snape
sighed in irritation.

"Everything will be
explained to you, Potter. But for now, just drink this and attempt to
relax." Snape handed him the vial, which he took with one bruised hand,
but made no move to drink, his expression still uncertain. It was then that
Lucius decided to step in.

"No one will harm you
here, Mr. Potter. You will be healed, fed and cared for - you will not be
returning to those muggle relatives of yours." On the last part, he
allowed some of the contempt and anger he felt for those muggles to come out in
his voice and expression.

Harry regarded Malfoy for
a moment with an unnervingly frank and direct gaze, and then he unstoppered the potion and drank it. Lucius watched as he
relaxed and stilled, his painful-looking muscle twitches calming, then he
snapped his fingers to call a house elf, ordering the blue room in the east
wing to be prepared for their guest.

Narcissa stood up,
"I'll need blood-replenishing potion, some wound-healer and some bruise
salve. I don't have enough in my kit for injuries this extensive," Though
she tried to keep her voice calm and professional, Lucius could hear the slight
tremble in it. He laid one comforting hand against his wife's arm even as he
exchanged a look with Severus.

"I'll get to work
right away." The Potions Master declared, turning and heading towards the
potion labs in the lower floor, his black robes billowing behind him.

Lucius looked down to see
Potter regarding him with one wary green eye; the other was still blackened and
swollen shut. It appeared that he had accepted the situation; he still wasn't
investing his trust in any of them. All the better,
the boy was no idiot after all, despite Severus' frequently-heard opinion to
the contrary.

"Why are you doing
this?" Potter asked, his voice cracked and hoarse.
Lucius raised an eyebrow at him.

"Because I can. And
because I wish to. All other explanations can wait until later." The boy
did seem to appreciate honestly and directness. "I will be carrying you to
your room, now." A weary nod was his only response as Lucius bent to pick
him up and carry him to the room he would be occupying for a while.

He set the boy down on the
blue-draped bed. Harry sighed softly, the cool satin sheets felt good against his inflamed back. Lucius smiled and gently
brushed Harry's black hair away from his eyes.

"Rosie." Lucius
called softly, and a young house elf appeared with a pop.

"Yes sir, Master
Lucius. What can Rosie being doing for Master?" She asked in her squeaky
voice.

"Fetch a bowl of warm
water and several cloths and towels." He ordered. His eyes fell on the
torn and bloody remains of Harry's clothes and he added, "And tell Ms. Darien to join us."

"Yes sir, Master
Lucius." The house elf replied, and disappeared again.

A bowl of water and
several soft cloths appeared moments later and Lucius set about cleaning Harry
of blood and dirt, every revealed injury made him angrier. Open and bleeding,
closed and half-healed, faint scars from wounds received long ago. Impossible
to believe no-one knew of this. It was inconceivable that the all-seeing
Dumbledore had been ignorant of his golden boy's plight. So why had he left him
to live in pain and fear? Why?

Lucius Malfoy hated
mysteries, and he determined he would get answers, one way or another - for his
own sake as much as Harry's.

Lucius finished his task
and drew a sheet up over Harry's drowsing form - Severus' potion had clearly
done its' work well. He took a moment to regard him. Beneath the bruising,
there was a subtle beauty to his features, high cheekbones, and long soot-dark
eyelashes complemented his almost delicate face. And when he was healed and fed
up a little, he would undoubtedly have a toned and athletic body.

A waste to see him in this
pitiful condition, Lucius thought sadly, Hale and healthy, he would be a
magnificent sight.

His musings were
interrupted by a knock at the door just before Jaice Darien, his personal
assistant, walked in.

"You sent for me,
sir?" She asked matter-of-factly.

"Yes," He
replied, "I need you to go through some of Draco's old clothes and see if
you can find anything that will fit Mr. Potter, here."

Her eyes were drawn to the
figure on the bed, and she drew in a sharp breath when she realised just who it
was, but she regained her composure quickly,

"Yes, sir. Anything
else?"

Lucius considered it for a
moment, and then a thought occurred to him, "Mr. Potter will be staying
with us for some time. Can you please look into the procedures regarding fosterage
and guardianship? We may need to fight the Ministry on this." He didn't
mind telling this to Jaice, he knew where her loyalties lay.

Her back straightened
slightly, a slight smile touching her lips at the thought of getting on over on
Fudge.

"Understood,
sir," She smiled, "I'll get right on it."

As Jaice left the room,
Lucius took a seat by the bed, watching over his new guest, this injured young
man in his charge, waiting for Narcissa and Severus to return and complete
their respective tasks.

Harry whimpered in his
sleep, twisting to get away from some dreamt-of horror.

On impulse, Lucius reached
out to hold the boy's hand and felt him relax slightly, his slender fingers
curling around his own.

Lucius smiled.
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