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Well, Ain't That Strange?	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 56074 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Chapter 4

Glancing at Sirius over his shoulder, Harry then looked at Lucius and said, quietly, “I don't know about this,” before shaking his head. “Look, I get that you say he's different and we know you're not lying about it, but consider the past here. For both of us. You're talking about the person that murdered my parents and has caused all kinds of hell in my life. We won't even go into what Sirius has dealt with when it comes to him.”
“I understand completely. As does he,” Lucius told the young man softly, reaching down to stroke Harry's leg where it draped over his. “You would have to be a blithering idiot to blindly trust there, something I know both of you aren't. That's why I agree that meeting him somewhere out in the open like this is for the best. He's also agreed, as I said, to let you hold his wand while you talk.” Glancing at Black over Potter's shoulder, seeing the man looking at him, he then added, “You'll be able to tell if he's lying. No amount of shielding will hide that. We've come up with something, maybe, that can get you both out. You need to have some trust in us to do it. My end should be easy enough. The painful reaction that would manifest if I started down that road would be instantaneous and a dead giveaway to both of you. It's him that is the serious problem. We need something here, the three of us have agreed on that end. And there is nothing. You can't come up with anything. Arthur and Remus are at as much of a loss. I'm floundering, other than what I'm working on. Albus—we know he's planning something here, as he always does. What that may be is beyond all of us. Which means we need something in place to help.” Stopping, Lucius shook his head then added, quietly, “Even if it's as simple as relocating you to Grimmauld Place we're going to have issues, big ones. Neither of you will be able to get out like you can now to meet up. There is also no way to let me through the wards there. With as many people as are in and out, that's a chance none of us can take. Which means we have nothing else as a backup.”
“Before we agree to anything, what's the plan?” Sirius asked quietly, looking at the man. Right now, he was at least willing to listen as Malfoy was right, on all of it. Grimmauld Place would be fine for him and Harry, but Lucius would be a problem. As fast as this was progressing, they couldn't afford to have a problem like that.
“It's just in the infancy stages right now with only the basics in place, let me say that up front. However, what it will involve is 'kidnapping' both of you from Privet Drive. It'll look like we dismantled the wards and took you both. That won't be the case, of course, but it'll appear that way. We'll just spirit you away to somewhere safe for now until I can get the house up to standards. I'm working on that the best I can, but it's taking time.”
Glancing at Harry, whose brow had furrowed and was shaking his head, Sirius shook his own then said, “I don't know about this bit.”
“Like I said, it's in the planning stages and will only be used as a last resort if we have nothing else.” Lucius told him plainly. “And, quite frankly, unless you two can come up with something, somewhere, it's about all we have to work with. We can't come up with anything, anywhere, unless the two of you just up and vanish. That's not something we should chance either, frankly. If you do that, it's going to set off a firestorm of people looking for you.”
“There is that, yes,” Sirius sighed, shaking his head.
“It's just a meeting here, nothing more. I'm also not asking for an answer right away. Think about it for a couple days then we'll talk it over again,” Lucius told him honestly.
“Okay, we'll do that,” Sirius said with a nod. “No promises beyond that.”
“I would like to add here that he would like to try to figure out what in the ruddy hell that connection is with Harry. We know it causes pain, as we've seen that, but we're trying to find out the why behind it. It may give us a hint as to where to look to discover the cause of it. Because even pursuing the genealogy of both sides isn't turning up any instances of Parseltongue in the lineage. We're still looking, of course, but we've found no hint, anywhere of it.”
Shaking his head, Harry looked down then sighed and slumped, “I vote we all just run away to Antarctica and hide from everyone. It's the only way anyone is going to leave us alone. Not to mention no one would think to look there.”
Snorting at that and grinning a little, Sirius ruffled Harry's hair, “Yeah, they wouldn't. That's for damned sure. There's the cold though.” Sighing, he said, “And if I thought just getting the hell out of the country would stop this mess, we'd be figuring out where to go as we speak. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about the States during this nightmare. It's big enough that anyone looking would have a hard time finding us.”
“I'll be honest in that I've thought about the same thing,” Lucius said quietly. “Black and I—we could manage if it was just us. It's you that's the problem, Harry. First there is your age and then there is all the rest. The Dark Lord would leave us alone. The other side wouldn't.”
“This is all supposed to be a choice on everyone's part,” Harry snarled, leaning back against Sirius, arms folded over his chest. “Everyone who is fighting this war is doing it by choice. So, why isn't it for me? I don't want involved! I've backed out as far away from all of it as I can. Yet I keep getting yanked in. Explain this to me!”
“We can't,” Sirius told him quietly, holding him close. “And I don't know why it's not. Albus is making sure everyone else underage is staying out of it, except you.”
“We may have a theory, but that's all it is,” Lucius said with a shake of his head, looking at the two.
“What's that?” Sirius asked, wondering if it lined up with what they were thinking.
“That it has to do with that invalid prophecy and what it said. We think, maybe, he’s trying to force a confrontation between the Dark Lord and Harry. The prophecy talked about how neither can live while the other survives,” Lucius explained quietly then quoted the prophecy. Stopping he shook his head then imparted, “It's now invalid. Circumstances change and in doing so, the prophecy was rendered invalid. I'll be honest in that Albus may not know that, hence the reason we were trying to prove it to him. He's the one that initially heard all of it and may not know anything since.”
“Oh bloody buggering fucked up hell,” Sirius snarled, shaking his head. Sighing, he asked, “Are they even sure it was Harry to start with? I mean, there are two people that could have applied to that I know of. There may be even more.”
“We're sure,” Lucius told him softly. “The Dark Lord admits he knows who the other was, but his own folly in the matter made sure it was Harry that was the 'chosen one'. This is why he wanted to prove that it's now something not to be considered. That, as you saw, went toes up in that debacle.”
Staring at the man, hand over his lower face, Sirius just shook his head, not sure what to think.
“Which means, somehow, we need out,” Harry said quietly, but with a firm tone. “I've been pulled in enough. I don't want dragged in anymore, especially if he thinks he's following a prophecy that's invalid to start with.” Sighing, he shut his eyes, head dropping forward, “No wonder he let so much of this go on and so many damned coincidences happened to further it along. You can’t tell me that some of this wasn't by design, like that stone.”
“Is there any other way to prove that the damned thing was invalid?” Sirius asked, though he was sure there wasn't.
“Not that we know of,” Lucius told him with a shake of his head. “I made sure Harry saw it. In order for that to end up passed along, we would have to give up everything else. At the time, with all that was going on, I saw no other way to get it out there without giving away what else happened in that damnable mess.”
“Yeah, that I get,” Sirius chuckled mirthlessly, looking down. “Both of you just worked with what was thrown at you. I don't know. Prophecies are dodgy at best on so much to start with. I get there are some valid ones. This though—there has to be something more here.”
“Even if there is, it's doubtful Albus is going to listen,” Lucius told him firmly. “You know him. He's convinced he's right. And he's had years to work with this scheme and prepare. I doubt anything we're going to find to present to him will throw him off the tracks.”
“There is that too,” Sirius told him with a resigned sigh. “Which tells me we need to know what he's planning. And how to get that is beyond me. Unless you lot can get Snape to give it up, there is no way I can see of getting it out of Albus.”
“We can try. Just not right now,” Lucius told him with a shake of his head. “It's going to take work and leverage to get it out of him. It would also take us giving away that we know he's a spy. The minute we come across with that, we have bigger problems than before.”
“And the more we talk, the worse this gets!” Harry huffed, slouching.
“I don't think either of us is going to argue that one, Harry,” Sirius told him, looking at Lucius.
“We won't,” Lucius told him with a shake of his head. “The best we can try for now is proving this another way. Harry vanishing will do that. It'll just take time to see that the Dark Lord isn't going to do what he did during the last war. It's all we have. However, the rub comes in how to even do this without setting off a firestorm of epic proportions and having the old man turn over all the British Isles looking for both of you.”
“There's no way around that I can see, Malfoy,” Sirius said with a snort. “No matter what we do, he's going to do exactly that. Be it overt or covert.”
“There might be, maybe. At least it'll throw him into a tailspin for a time until we can work with this,” Lucius said, softly, looking between the two.
“I'm all ears here,” Sirius shot back, waiting.
“The bonding you talked about. If you do that, you're Harry's guardian. Nothing Albus can do, anywhere, can override what you say there. The magic associated with that will ensure it. Then you can find somewhere to hole up that won't be here or Grimmauld Place. That will buy us some time,” Lucius explained.
“And we've already discussed the problems with that and what might come of it,” Sirius said firmly, shaking his head.
“This I know,” Lucius groused, rubbing his eyes. “And those are only the start of the problems, for the part dealing with us anyway. The others come from your end and what you'll have to deal with when everyone finds out that you're basically married to Harry. I don't have to tell you what screaming and accusations you're going to endure when it happens. However, on the flip side, it could make things easier on our end. I can easily find you a protected home in London you can hole up until we get the other part done. That would allow me through the wards so we don't have to sneak around.”
“There is that,” Sirius agreed with a nod. Sighing, he thought it over then asked, tone distracted, “You don't have an animagus form, do you?”
“No,” Lucius confirmed with a sigh. “I started working on it in school, but didn't get beyond revealing what the form would be.”
“That's half of it,” Sirius said, thinking it over. “What's the form?”
“A cat; a Persian to be precise,” Lucius told him, wondering where this was going.
Looking at the man, nodding slowly, Sirius said, “That may work. How about this; can you try to manifest the transformation? If you can manage in the next week, we can do the bonding and stay put. At least for now. As you're a cat, we can get you into the house with us at night so you can stay. That would stave off the worst of the hell that the bonding may bring on. We could pass you off as one of Arabella's if anyone thinks something is up or wrong. If she's helping you lot, she'll agree to it. We have the room warded well enough that it won't be revealed you're there and no one can get in but Harry and I. That'll buy us time and make it to where Albus can't do anything. He won't know why he can't and will be scrambling to find out. While he does that, we'll have time to work out the rest of this nightmare and watch the bit with Peter play out. If we calculate it right, that will put us well beyond what he's planning for and give us plenty of time to get that house up to snuff. Even then we can work with it if Albus pushes for something and we end up at Grimmauld Place. Hell, I could easily say that I bought you for Harry as a present. We get you a collar with runes on it that protects you from the spell to reveal you're an animagus. It'll mean being away from your family and other things for a time, but it'll give us what we need. And if you go out roaming, you can have some time each day out to tend to whatever.”
Looking down and thinking that over, Lucius began to nod slowly. The more he thought about it, the better he liked it. It wasn't perfect, not by any stretch of the imagination, and was fraught with problems, but he thought it could be achieved. “I'll work on it. Let me see what I can manage. I'm damned sure I can get help in doing it as well. I'll also have Narcissa and the Dark Lord, both, work on the collar to prevent the spell from working and imbue it with every protection they can come up with.” Looking up between the two, he said, “Let me see what I can manage on my end. Can you get Remus or Arthur to do the binding without an issue?”
“No problem there,” Sirius told him. “We actually already have the spell to do it. It's one of the options we were considering before you dropped yourself into the mess.”
“Good,” Lucius said, relieved, with a nod. “Let me work on my end. I'll manage, somehow. I'll also present this to the Dark Lord and Narcissa so they can help with other parts. They'll be more than happy to give a hand in working out the kinks. If we can manage it, we've bought the time we need. Then the only looming deadline will be the start of term.”
“Which gives us plenty of time here to work out whatever.” Sirius added, happy with that. “Let me set some things in motion on my end. I'll get Remus and Arthur over tomorrow. They can work on my room at Grimmauld Place to make sure it's so heavily warded that nothing or no one but us can get in.”
“Yes, good!” Lucius told him with a pleased expression on his face. Quietly, he added, “I can send a couple elves over to help. They'll make sure only Remus and Arthur can see them for now. When we get there, we'll be able to as well. They can ensure its fortified to the best of anyone's abilities. I will also ensure that Kreacher can't detect them. I have a couple that are personal elves and will use them. They are strictly loyal to me so that will put your mind at ease.”
“Let me get with those two first then you can have at it there.” Sirius told him.
Liking that something was jogging loose, Lucius pressed on, asking some questions about areas he felt he had to know to make this work. Hopefully, he could pull off his end because it sounded better than just about anything else they had come up with.

Setting aside the book, Lucius looked at it then glanced to Narcissa and the Dark Lord. “I think I can manage this. If it's as the book says, I've already progressed through the worst part of it and should be able to manage to transform.”
“I agree,” Voldemort said, leaning back, tossing the tome about protection runes on the desk.
Taking a seat in the chair by her husband, Narcissa put her hand on his then said, quietly, “If you manage, we have to tell Draco what's coming. He's going to question why you aren't around. I agree, though, this might be the best plan we have for now. It at least gives us time to work with what's there.”
“Let me get this worked out. If I can manage the transformation, we'll talk to him, together.” Glancing at the Dark Lord, he added, “With our Lord helping.”
“As I've already told you; whatever you need, Lucius,” Tom told him with a firm nod. Looking at the books piled around, he said, tone thoughtful, “This is good though. It can work. For all of you.” Stopping, he looked back at Lucius then asked, “They are thinking over my offer?”
“They are. That's the best I could manage there. I can easily understand their end of the stick on it,” Lucius told him, crossing his legs and leaning back.
“As can I,” Tom chuckled, smiling. “If I can, we'll work with this from there. I do agree, though, Snape may be the key here to figuring some of this out. I just want everything else in place before we take that step. Once the two are somewhere safe and out of Albus' grasp, we'll work on him to see what we can manage.”
“I'm not even sure he'll have answers we can use,” Lucius told him honestly with a shake of his head. “If nothing we've come up with so far reveals what the connection is, let alone what it fully does, I'm not sure Albus will know either. However, it would be most helpful to know what he's pondering in that direction.”
“At least we can rule out some of it,” Tom sighed, shaking his head. Leaning forward, looking at the books, he said, “Alright, let's get back to this. Lucius, you concentrate on the transformation. Narcissa, you look at protection spells. Let me tackle the runes and see what I can do here. We'll compile a list and go over it when we're done to make sure they don't conflict.” Seeing the other two nod, he grabbed the next book and began looking through the table of contents.

“Do you think we can pull this off?” Harry asked flopping down on the bed after coming back in from the shower. Scooting up, he leaned against Sirius while finger combing his hair.
“I think so,” Sirius told him, slipping an arm around his shoulders. “It's going to depend a lot on Lucius and if he can manage that transformation. With as old as he is and the power he has, he should be able to. If he does, it'll make all of this mess easier, that's for damned sure.”
“It's risky,” Harry said softly, looking at his godfather.
“All of it is,” Sirius admitted with a shrug. “Honestly, though? I think if we can pull this off, it'll be better on us. He'll be able to pay attention to some things and pick up on others better than we can. Especially if he's roaming around as a cat. That can only help matters. Then there is cutting down on the suffering that’s coming. That'll help too. Anything so we don't have to deal with more of that shite. We went through enough of it already. The time is the biggie, though. We need that, desperately, and not have to worry about what Albus may try to throw at us during it. This will manage that one, in spades.”
“You're going to get all kinds of hell from several directions if we do this, Sirius,” Harry commented quietly, shaking his head.
“Let 'em try,” Sirius told him firmly. Leaning over and giving Harry a kiss on his still wet head, he added, “I don't give a shite there. We'll hide it as long as we can and just let Albus wonder what's going on. If we manage it right, he won't find out until we're gone. That's what we'll shoot for. We'll come up with something, somewhere, to block it. I'm sure we can find something, between all of us.” Stopping, he thought it over then said, “You know? I'm tired of hiding it anyway. If they find out, they do. No skin off my arse. One less thing we'd have to worry about. Besides, we can prove how far back it goes if we have to. Remus will back us up on that. We also have the spell that reveals it. So, there's not really anything anyone can say about it or undo it. They just have to deal from there.”
Nodding at that, liking it, Harry sighed, “I agree. I'm tired of hiding all this and having to slink around to work with it. It's enough of a mess without that added in.”
“Makes two of us,” Sirius agreed. Looking around his godson's room, he chuckled, grinning, “And we'll get some amusement out of Lucius getting his fur in a knot staying here. He's not going to like it one damned bit and will quickly figure out why we stay out of the house all the time!”
Laughing, Harry added, “True! Being confined in this room at night will be bad enough.”
“Yeah, we'll have to put some more expansion charms on it and the bed to accommodate us. He's really going to have a fit that you don't have an attached bath. We won't even talk about your family,” Sirius grinned, scratching his chin.
Grinning himself, Harry nodded. “Well, Aunt Petunia's reaction should be a riot when she sees a Persian. I mean, she about died at Padfoot's hair. The long hair of that cat? She'll be beside herself!”
Pulling Harry closer, grinning himself, Sirius agreed then began talking about what they needed to do to put this in motion.
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