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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. This is quite firmly in the realm of 'character development,' but after one of the reviews for last chapter I felt it necessary. Look, I don't know if everyone is aware of this, but no matter how lost you get in a story it is still a FANFICTION about the HARRY POTTER universe, which IS. Not. Real. And anytime some freaky shit goes down and someone asks why, I'm gonna wink and say 'magic.'

I want everyone to enjoy this story, but I also want it clear that this is my interpretation of characters, and my storyline that they follow.

Now that that's off my chest, I hope everyone enjoys and will leave a bit of something for me.....you know.....*wink*

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Grace sat in the family room of the Potter ancestral home, both hands around a mug of hot chocolate and her mind running constantly. Once home, Harry had taken the kids upstairs for a bit of playtime, and had come back down an hour later when they were in an exhausted nap. He had seen her sitting in the sunny family room and had silently left the room, coming back a few minutes later with a steaming cup of cocoa in each hand. She had received her mug without words, and had merely stared at it for a while.

Her mind was on overdrive at the moment. It had dredged up all sorts of terrible memories when she had seen her father’s face again. But it had also uncovered a few good ones too. It had hurt when he crossed the room and went straight to Hermione, but she could forgive that. Hell, Hermione hadn’t done half the crap to him that she had.

She sighed aloud, and finally took a sip of the cooling hot chocolate. Coming home to England was not turning out how she imagined it.

There were very many people upset with her. She had heard people call her names under their breath, and had even seen a few back-page articles in the Prophet about her and Harry. They had attacked both of them. She, apparently, had led the Boy Who Lived astray, baiting him into a sexual encounter and then trapping him with a pregnancy. They had attacked Harry, calling him a ruined paragon of virtue that was reduced to rape and kidnap.

She had been so very afraid. From the moment she had heard her father speaking to the Healer a great fear had settled in her stomach, and had done nothing to help her illness. Her father had been seeking to ease her problem in his own way, but that didn’t mean he was right. She didn’t like the idea of abortion, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t necessary sometimes. In the eyes of society, the termination of such a high-risk pregnancy would have been acceptable.

It was nothing short of a miracle in the near magnitude of God himself coming to Earth and poking her that she had kept the twins. Every medical professional she had spoken to said that her body was in such a sorry state that it was an unexplained miracle that not only had the twins survived, but that she had as well.

Only a single American magical doctor had even been able to conjecture about the phenomenon. Her body’s magic had protected her and the babies. It was as basic and unconscious as it came, but it sort of made sense. Magic was the root of a great bit of the unexplained. It was a healer and a killer, medicine and poison, good and bad. Magic was a gift that many people took for granted, but it had saved her and hurt her so many times.

She would never apologize for having her sons. They were her life, and anyone who had a problem with her twins could go and fuck themselves backwards with a red hot poker. She had suffered for her children and had been damn well happy when she was sure they would grow within her.

The potions that Snape had made for her had helped stabilize her condition, but they had not been a miracle cure-all for her. She had still been so weak and sick, and it had taken weeks for her to even be able to enjoy the place that Harry had taken her to.

They said he had kidnapped her. That was the most ridiculous bit of douchefuckery she had ever heard of. She had gone willingly with him. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea, but at the time she had been seriously running low on options and time to choose them. In her mind she needed a bit of time away from her dad.

She hadn’t been very detailed in her letters to her father. That much was true. She had corresponded regularly with Draco and Hermione, though. Draco had been seriously upset with her for disappearing, but when she had made it clear she wasn’t being held against her will and had invited him any time he wanted he had been a bit more amenible. That’s not to say he and Harry didn’t get into a duel/fist fight/land in the pond and try to drown each other brawl that they hid from Grace under the pretense of a man to man talk.

Hermione had taken the simpler approach when she had seen them next, and slapped Harry across the face and yelled at Grace. Not necessarily for running away, but for being so brash and unfeeling about everyone’s reactions.

“Grace.”

She looked up from her cup of cocoa to see Harry standing at the door to the family room. The tanning of his skin that he had proudly earned while working on their working garden was already starting to fade. Harry, the poor dear, certainly had an Englishman’s pale skin. And it had a tendency to stay that way, or to revert quickly.

“Your dad just floo called. He wants to see us both. He said we need to talk.” Harry said softly, his eyes watching her face closely. She sighed.

“Well he isn’t wrong...Why don’t we see if Mimi Molly will watch the kids for a few hours?” she suggested. Harry couldn’t help the bit of warmth the pet name brought to his heart. The name was a poor bastardization of ‘Mawmaw’ which Grace told him was a term of endearment for a grandmother. The twins hadn’t been able to quite grasp the ‘aw’ sound at the time, and ended up giving Molly a name that was nothing like the original.

“Of course.” Harry replied.

And so it was a few hours later that Harry and Grace kissed their three children goodbye, hugged Molly and Arthur, and floo’d to Malfoy Manor for supper. Lucius was waiting in the library, which was the floo entrance they had used. He was dressed casually in black slacks and a gray button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair was tied back away from his face and he was wearing expensive new leather boots.

Grace was in a jewel-tone blue wrap dress that accentuated her curves nicely. She had paired the dress with short, strappy heels and a simple yet elegant diamond necklace and earring set. Her eyes were lined artistically with dark eyeliner, and smudged in a cat’s eye shape to accentuate the shape and color. Her shoulder length hair was kept off her face with modestly jeweled pins.

Harry had worn nice dark denim jeans and a plain crimson t-shirt with a soft brown casual blazer over the shirt. His hair had been given a chance to lie flat, but it had not cooperated but for a few moments before it looked like he had stuck a butter knife into an electrical socket again. He had also slipped on a pair of comfortable brown loafer shoes.

There was a palpable, awkward silence as soon as they arrived. Harry took Grace’s plain black floo cloak, and hung his own next to it on the hooks next to the fireplace.

“Well...” Grace said, clearing her throat and clasping her hands in front of her.

“Dinner will be ready shortly. We will occupy the remaining time in my office. It’s...smaller.” he said, taking a neutral look around the expansive family library before turning on his heel and leaving the room. Harry and Grace exchanged nervous glances before following Lucius out of the room.

Lucius’ office was as casually formal as he was. His own wingback leather chair behind the desk was imposing, but he didn’t choose to sit there. Two other chairs sat in front of the desk, presumably for business meetings with acquaintances. Lucius walked to his desk and opened one of the drawers, removing a small replica of the guest chairs. He placed it gently on the floor and with a flick of his wand he had resized the replica into a full sized matching chair and turned them all into a loose circle. He took a seat in one of the chairs.

Harry and Grace reluctantly sat in the open chairs. There was several moments of terrible silence, before Lucius leaned forward in his chair, staring intently at them.

“I was furious.” he began simply. Grace swallowed hard. “I gallavanted across all of God-forsaken England to find you. I had to fight in a vampire family feud just to get to you. I nearly lost the use of my arm...and then you run off with the man who raped you. I damn well want to know why.” he said, his voice dangerously even.

Grace looked at her father for several moments, trying to come up with exactly the words she wanted.

“Dad....” she finally started. “I’m not....I don’t deal with confrontation well.”

“Clearly.” Lucius snipped. Grace’s expression turned defensive.

“Well who was to teach me, hmm? My mother, while not unkind to me, was more interested in her newest boyfriend. I had to teach myself a great many things. And then when I got here....you were more interested in marrying me off to the highest bidder at first. And then your great idea for a tutor!” she snapped. Lucius had the grace to look a bit ashamed at the mention of the debacle with Ian.

“It’s the same as why I didn’t talk to anyone about him....I was never given a reason to trust adults, dad. Neil was able to sway any adult I had tried to talk to over to his side. I’m fairly certain he used magic...but that’s neither here nor there. And so I learned to either ignore my problems or flee from them.

You scared me, dad. You scared the hell out of me. I was already so god-damned afraid of what was going to happen. I was scared to be pregnant. I was afraid I was going to die. And while I am thankful that you only wanted to help me....when I woke up to you and Hermione shouting about an abortant potion, I flipped out. You didn’t ask me, you didn’t talk about anything with me, you just acted. You just assumed your decision was right and were going to just do it!” angry tears were staining her face at this point, but Lucius’ sympathy level was extremely low at the moment.

“The pregnancy was going to kill you, you ungrateful brat! You were so damned sick. You were dying before my very eyes, and I had a chance to help you. We didn’t have time to look around and find a Healer that would take your case, because most of them would have given up at the sight of you. I did what I thought would help you. I was trying to save my daughter but instead she fucking ran off and shacked up with her rapist!” Lucius hissed. Harry was silent. This was between Grace and Lucius at the moment.

“You shut the fuck up!” Grace cried. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. Harry didn’t come into my prison with the intention of...of that!” she snarled.

“But it doesn’t change the fact that he did. Had his Gryffindor brashness not outshined his fucking intelligence-”

“Tell me what would have happened had anyone else walked through that door.” Harry said suddenly. Lucius stopped for a moment, looking at Harry with furiously glowing eyes. “Perhaps I should have cast a spell to see if there was a trap....but I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that if you had opened that door and seen Grace tied to a bed, helpless and sick, that you would have just stood at the door and not tried to help.” Harry said. Lucius sat back in his chair a bit, his expression of fury fading to annoyance.

“I must say I haven’t really given much thought about what I would have done instead...I had a passing thought several times that I would have checked to be sure, but in that moment in time....” he trailed off.

“I researched the potion that he used in that trap. Do you know what it does?” Harry asked calmly, his green eyes glittering. Lucius was silent so Harry continued. “It works in several ways. Firstly it completely negates the recipient’s inhibitions. If you want to do something, you’ll do it without another thought. Then, it activates their libido to the point that sex is all they think about. It becomes obsessive and all consuming. Nothing short of someone killing you can keep you from getting sex in that condition. Luckily, or unluckily in some cases, it will wear off after...er...completion.” Harry said, getting a bit flustered near the end. Lucius’ eyes narrowed at him.

“Now....the last part is the trickiest part. The potion takes the recipient’s personality and sexual preference and merges them together. Someone who is a considerate lover with a mild personality is rather harmless when given this potion. Someone who falls on the wilder side of sex with a more abrasive personality can be alot more of a problem. I make no excuses for what I did, Malfoy, but can you imagine what would have happened if Sirius had opened that door to rescue Grace....can you imagine what the repercussions would have been if you had opened that door?” Harry asked. Lucius sat completely back, and drew a deep breath.

“It is...something to think about....but it doesn’t explain or excuse your behavior afterwards...” he said, and this time his voice had less of an edge.

“Mr. Malfoy....I am not the hero that everyone has painted me as over the years. I am just one wizard who has had an extremely difficult life. Because of the way I was raised I don’t have much regard for my own life....but I hold the lives of others in high regard. Ever since I was young I tried to protect others at the risk of my own life if I thought I could help them. The day that I ran across Grace in the hospital....she said the two words that I have never been able to ignore. She looked at me and said ‘Help me,’ So I helped her as I could.

I...I have a great capacity for guilt, Mr. Malfoy. I felt guilty about what had happened. I wanted to help her, and the rules didn’t really concern me. I took her from what I thought was the problem...she needed peace and quiet to recover and she wasn’t going to get it here in England.” Harry said.

“You married her.” Lucius said softly. Harry smiled a genuine smile.

“We fell in love. The circumstances that brought us together were quite honestly shitty....but we could either be depressed and angry about our lot in life, or we could accept it, move on, and try to find happiness. We moved on... And besides....I’ve seen some god-awful relationships that have started from even worse circumstances and ended much worse...” Harry said simply.

“You didn’t make it any easier, dad. You just ignored us the past four years...” Grace said. Lucius’ eyes cut to her, and he gave her a look that clearly said she was crazy.

“You ran off with Potter to the States and expected me to be happy? I was quite honestly blisteringly furious at both of you for a long time, and every letter you sent just upset me. I didn’t reply because I felt that I wouldn’t have been able to say anything nice. I hoped for a reunion with you some day and didn’t want my temper to ruin it.” Lucius said honestly.

Silence reigned again, and the motley group had no idea where to go next.

“So....what now?” Grace asked, finally putting to words the meaning of the silence. “Can we move on from this? Will we be able to be a family again, or is this going to tear us apart slowly?” she asked honestly, looking intently at her father.

“I...I want to see my grandchildren....” he said suddenly, his voice sounding thick. Grace smiled at him.

“Oh, they’ll love you, dad. They already ask when they can see you...” she said.

An elf popped suddenly into the room, bowing low before the three people.

“Dinner is ready, Master.” it said simply, before disappearing again. Lucius stood from his seat, followed quickly by Grace and Harry. Lucius looked uncomfortable for a moment, before he huffed out a sigh.

“I...I missed you, Grace.” he said softly, holding out his arms. Grace launched herself at her father, hugging him tightly. He gave a soft ‘oomph’ as she connected with him, but he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her desperately, and felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. “I apologize for not coming to you this afternoon. I...wasn’t in the best state of mind.” he said. Grace tilted her head back to look at him.

“It’s all right, dad. We needed this conversation before we were thrown together. You needed to talk with Hermione, too. Besides, I’m very sorry for all the pain I put everyone through these last few years...” she said.

“Then let us learn from our past.” he said. This wasn’t completely forgotten, and everything wasn’t suddenly sunshine and daisies, but he was sure they would be able to move on from this and be a proper family again.

And Death watched them from the corner.

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Oh my..... 0_o

Das some crizzy sheet......

Also, Hermione and Draco will reappear next chapter, I just wanted to get the confrontation with Lucius out of the way, since the other two aren't quite as...difficult....as he was... :)
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