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A Different Kind of Hero	By : JunjouSlashGirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53263 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 5: Painful Visions
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Harry awoke the next evening still curled up in Lucius' arms. The first thing he noticed was that his vampire instincts must have kicked in. Lucius' unique and alluring scent was much stronger than last night when he had sat with his mate and Snape in the living room and he was sure that he would be able to detect the scent even from a fairly long distance. He had also stopped breathing entirely and even laying in the darkness, completely covered under a heavy blanket, he could make out every detail of Lucius’ muscular chest. The sound of dripping water reached his ears from the bathroom and he grimaced. It would take him some time to get used to some of his new abilities.
Harry turned his head upwards, trying to see if his mate was awake already, but with Lucius laying still like a statue and not breathing either, it was hard to tell. Suddenly a finger stroked over his sensitive neck and he shivered.
"Good morning Lucius," he smiled happily.
"Good evening would be more appropriate," Lucius retorted softly.
"Whatever," Harry muttered and lifted the cover from his body. "Have you slept well?"
"I think until Severus reverses our sunlight allergy, we will sleep well every day," Lucius replied, and stroked once more over Harry's neck, who gasped involuntarily. His neck was especially sensitive. Absentmindedly he wondered if he would have more of these sensitive spots on his body and into the touch a bit more.
"I like those little sounds you make, they sound so...innocent," his devious mate mused.
Harry felt a flush creeping up his neck, even though it was nearly invisible now. He stretched and sat up further, before climbing out of bed. Neither he, nor Lucius turned on the lights; they did not need them anymore.
Putting on a fresh shirt, he asked: "Do you think that Snape is back already?"
"We will see," was his mate’s vague reply.
"Just confess, that you don't know either," Harry scoffed and turned around in search for a fresh pair of underpants. Sometimes his arrogant mate was almost funny with his antics. "Shit, I have to wash. They are all dirty and I only put your stuff into the washer yesterday." He cursed. Without his trunk, he owned just far too few garments. Looking up with a scowl, he noticed a strange gleam in Lucius eyes.
"What is it?" he asked irritated, not understanding what could have his mate so excited about his forgetfulness.
Lucius sounded kind of...hungry when he answered:"Just pull on your trousers,"
Harry blinked in confusion. Did Lucius just suggest, what Harry thought he suggested? Did he want him to go without any underpants at all? And more importantly, would Harry do that for him? Gulping Harry inquired: "Do you mean, I should wear them without boxers beneath?" He flushed at his own question, feeling like a complete stupid and inexperienced virgin.
Lucius only gave him a smirk as answer.
Hesitating a moment, Harry grabbed his trousers and pulled them on. The gleam in the aristocrat’s eyes intensified for a moment, before disappearing behind the perfect Malfoy mask. Smiling with uncertainty, Harry turned and walked out of their bedroom and down into the kitchen. Like every other ‘morning’, for lack of a better word, he started to make breakfast, without really realizing it. Lucius had come down a few minutes after him and was now sitting in the living room; Harry could hear the rustling turning of pages, indicating, that the man was reading once more. Harry really could not understand how his mate could read Petunia's sappy romance novels every day.
He was piling the bacon and eggs in two bowls, when he heard footsteps approaching the house and a moment later the front door opened. The strong smell of potion fumes immediately told Harry who had just arrived.
"Perfect timing, Snape, I have just cooked breakfast. You can have a bite; I have made enough for three!" He shouted above the sounds of the range hood.
"Breakfast?" Came the incredulous question and than a muttered: "I will join you two, merely because I am quite starving."
Blushing, Harry realized that dinner might have been more appreciated, but his inner clock felt highly confused currently.
His mate’s deep baritone floated from the hallway asking: "Severus, why degrade yourself by wearing a muggle suit?" Blinking in surprise, Harry turned to the kitchen door to see Lucius entering the kitchen only a moment later, followed by Snape who indeed wore a black suit, like Harry's uncle had always worn to work. Harry goggled disbelievingly at him. Snape looked ‘strange’. The tight fitting garment pronounced the Potions Master's long and slim figure, but as usual, there was no other colour on the man than black, even his button-down shirt was black. But what was even more surprising was that Snape actually knew how to dress like a muggle.
As if he had sensed his thoughts, the man sneered at him: "Cease that staring. In contrast to common belief, I am merely a half blood and know very well how to dress inconspicuously in the muggle world. My father was a muggle, Tobias Snape. Only my mother was a Pureblood witch. She was a Prince," Severus explained carefully neutral.
Harry was surprised; he had always thought that the head of Slytherin house had to be a Pureblood, with all the Pureblood children who hated Muggleborns sorted into that house.
But that still didn't answer the main question. "But why have you dressed like a muggle in the first place?" Harry asked, putting plates, forks and knifes down on the small kitchen table.
"I have declared you relatives dead the day after you arrived here, just in case the neighbours grow suspicious. Sadly, they died in a car accident," Snape explained.
Thinking about the lie his relatives had always told him about his parent’s death, Harry snorted. At Lucius' and Snape's questioning look Harry elaborated: "They always told me that my parents died in a car accident; funny that they seemingly died in this manner." Somehow, this little story had already made his day.
Snape smirked in amusement: "I didn't know they told you that, but your family certainly deserved an ungraceful death. I knew Petunia as a child, she was always unbearable."
"Severus, please continue your story," Lucius requested and sat down at the kitchen table.
Snape joined him and continued: "Of course, Lucius. This morning, a letter from the solicitor arrived. Apparently the other entitled heir, a woman named Marge Dursley, died a few months ago due to a stroke."
Harry huffed, somehow the news didn't really surprise him, and so he commented dryly: "No wonder, she drank Brandy like normal people water,"
His professor lifted a curious eyebrow before telling him: "However, this means, that you are the next and only other rightful heir to this house and your late relative's assets."
Harry gaped and a wide grin spread across his face. This was all too good to be true. The Dursley’s would have burned all their money just so that Harry could not inherit it if they had known that they would die.
"Then they were useful after all," Lucius smirked, his long fangs flashing.
"I took the liberty and went to the solicitor for you," Snape went on. "You cannot go outside during the day right now, and I doubt that the man would have made an appointment with you at three in the morning. Furthermore, you are still underage in the muggle world and thus, cannot sign the papers to accept your inheritance. I ‘convinced’ the solicitor," at this point Snape cleared his throat and Harry knew that he had convinced the man with the help of magic, "that I am your legal guardian and signed in your place. The money will be transferred into this account tomorrow," he gave Harry a small muggle credit card.
"And this is you new bank-book, your relatives were quite wealthy for middle-class muggles," he added and pulled a small notebook from another pocket.
Opening it curiously, Harry gasped. “£ 250 000 Pounds?" He asked in disbelief.
"Yes, as I said, they were quite wealthy," Snape sneered, but Lucius only snorted, probably amused by the small sum.
Harry blinked owlishly at the man before saying: "Thank you, Professor Snape."
Snape just sneered: "No need to start calling me ‘Professor’ now. After all, we are allies now. You may as well call me Snape without any title."
Harry only stared harder, before realizing what the man had offered: "Is this a peace offering?"
He tried to keep the broad smile from showing on his face, but failed miserably. Snape muttered something under his breath.
"Then you can call me Harry," Harry insisted.
"I think I will stick to Potter, brat, but consider it a peace offering nonetheless; a peace offer, not one for friendship, don't misunderstand me."
"Yeah, I won't. Wouldn't think of a friendship with you," he retorted before musing:
"But Snape, you said, I am not an adult in the muggle world, but I am not an adult in the wizarding world either."
"That is incorrect. A mated creature or half wizard is regarded as an adult in the wizarding world. You are officially of age since last night. I went to the ministry and checked to make sure," Snape turned to Lucius: "You are recorded as mated as well, but I made sure that no one could find out to whom you are mated."
Lucius nodded: "Thank you. It saves us a lot of trouble."
Harry was still too baffled to say anything. He was an adult now, when only fifteen years of age, he was legally of age! That was kind of amazing; Ron and his other friends in Gryffindor would be so jealous. His face fell a bit when he realized that he would not be able to tell them anything.
"But, Potter..." Harry snapped back to the present at Snape's threatening tone of voice "...you cannot act on your independence, or you and Lucius will quickly be found out and in big danger."
"I understand," Harry promised. He had already realized that and he would not want to endanger his mate. Without realizing it, his hand had snuck under the table over to Lucius, who grasped it in his own hand and squeezed it reassuringly.
Snape eyed his meal now and Harry as well as Lucius turned their attention to his plate. Eying the scrambled eggs and bacon, he realized that it didn't appeal to him at all. He was not hungry in the least; least of all for eggs and bacon. Peering over at Lucius, he saw the same predicament in his silver- red eyes. He had become better at reading Lucius’ emotions and he was happy and proud about that fact.
Pushing his plate towards Snape, Harry announced: "You can eat mine as well."
"I was already wondering why you cooked at all," Snape rolled his eyes.
"Old habits die hard," Harry explained dryly. "Well then...I think I will go and take a shower."
He stood up and left the small kitchen, needing something to do besides sitting around.
Up in the bathroom, his eyes fell on his reflection in the mirror for the first time since his transformation into a vampire. To his great relief he still had a reflexion. Luckily the muggle rumour wasn't true; or it was just another one of those things that separated average vampires from vampires with blood mates.
He striped completely, before stepping once again in front of the mirror and taking in his new appearance. He really looked different: not very much, but everyone who saw him regularly would notice the changes.
He had not grown, but luckily not shrunken either. His former dark brown hair was now a pitch black, even darker than Snape's, giving his already pale skin an inhuman glow. His jade green eyes with the red glowing ring were brighter and much larger than before, probably a physical trait he possessed as a submissive, because Lucius eyes had not grown. It kind of made him look cute. Harry wrinkled his nose. Why couldn't he for once look sexy and gorgeous instead of cute? Sighing he eyed himself further. His lips were also very red on his face and beneath his eyes and on his cheeks were a slight shadows; as if he hadn't slept in days, but it just added to his new, inhuman beauty.
His fangs were really long and pointy, but hidden as long as he left his mouth closed. Turning his head, he noticed, that his ears had become pointy as well. His nails had elongated into claws, but he saw that his really were not as long as Lucius', but Lucius was the dominant after all.
Aside from his paler skin, the rest of his body hadn't changed much; it was still the body of a child, not even the one of a proper teenager. Why couldn't he have matured a bit?
All in all he didn't look all too bad; he would even go so far as to say that he was attractive in a twisted ‘naughty child’ kind of way. This thought should really make him sick, but strangely it didn't. Instead, he felt pride rise in his chest, because he realized that for a vampire he was more than beautiful.
Lifting his eyes from the mirror, he stepped under the shower and turned the hot water on, in hopes of warming his cold skin; which had started to cool down as soon as he had left Lucius’ proximity this ‘evening’...not morning - he had to get use to the change in day and night rhythm. To his dismay, even the hot water didn’t feel as warm as it use to feel on his skin and wasn't able to warm him. He had feared that this would happen, because when he was cooking this ‘evening’, he had noticed, that the pan didn't feel hot at all. It seemed as if only Lucius would be able to warm his dead body and vice versa, so in the end he only washed himself quickly and stepped back out of the shower.
Nagini had slithered in whilst he had been in the cubicle and was now laying curled up under the washbasin.
"Congratulations on your mating, has it gone well?" she hissed as a greeting.
Harry flushed. Had she heard him and Lucius? "How do you know?" he asked.
"The mating mark on your hand," she answered, sounding amused.
"Oh," Harry retorted intelligently.
"So, has it gone well?" the female reptile repeated.
"Yes, it has," Harry smiled, suddenly feeling giddy.
"Is he strong?" Nagini inquired curiously, obviously very interested in the answer as a female.
Harry's only answer was to blush, but Nagini seemed to have picked up on it. "A strong mate is important, it would not do for a submissive to protect its dominant," she hissed.
Harry snickered, the thought alone of Lucius Malfoy needing protection, least of all from him, was ridiculous.
Pulling on a fresh pair of shorts, he asked: "Do you want to stay in the bathroom for a bit longer? It is still moist in here."
"I would like that," Nagini admitted and laid her head lazily down on her curled up body.
"Ok, I will leave the door open then," he said and left the room, eager to get back to Lucius.
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Lucius could see that Severus was only waiting to hear the bathroom door closing before starting his talk about Harry that he had mentioned the previous night. He was not concerned in the slightest; in contrast, he was pleased that his friend was concerned about his mate, because that meant that there was a second pair of eyes which would keep the boy safe.
"Tell me, Lucius, how do you feel about the mating? And be honest, you know I can see when you are lying," Severus started.
Lucius sighed: "It was quite the shock when I woke up yesterday."
"I can only imagine. I was shocked as well. To be honest, my first thought was..."
Lucius interrupted his friend: "That I raped the boy?"
"That the curse had made you rape the boy," Severus corrected him.
"The same result either way," Lucius sneered and then added: "But at the first moment, I thought the same."
"So?" Severus asked.
Lucius raised his eyebrow in hope of somehow avoiding giving a direct answer himself.
"Was it rape?" Severus specified, taking away all chances of avoiding the question.
"I do not think so. It was rough, but Harry told me that he has recognized and accepted me as his dominant."
"How can you stand a child as a mate?" Severus looked more than just a bit perturbed.
"He is my mate," Lucius gave in way of answer.
"I know that," Severus snapped irritated. "But even you cannot deny that he is quite young and looks even younger."
"Do you want to know, what appeals to me about the boy?" Lucius asked dryly, he knew that Severus hated these kinds of talks, but saw it probably as his duty as one of Harry's teachers to make sure that he could be as safe as possible under these circumstances.
"I will surely regret this, but yes, I want to know what attracts you to Harry," Severus grumbled.
"Harry is quite beautiful in his own way, with his big green eyes and his petite frame. Surely it’s a childish kind of beauty, but a beauty nonetheless. To possess this innocent body, to make it mine...he is still so pure and untainted... If you could have my keen senses, you would smell what I mean." It did not feel strange to confess all this; he had always been open and at ease with his sexuality, even after he had first noticed that he could not find anything appealing about the female physique at the age of only 12.
"Explain," Severus requested; his face carefully neutral.
Lucius thought about how to explain what he meant for a moment, before stating:"His scent has not changed; he has still the scent of a virgin boy."
"How so?" Severus asked.
"My instincts tell me it is because I took him as a virgin. He would not have kept his pure scent, if I were not his blood mate; but I am and his scent in combination with his mating mark is a warning for other dominant males who may want to approach him in the future. I believe that his transformation was much earlier than mine; when I mated with him and at some point during the transformation the body stops to age and change, maybe it has something to do with his scent as well."
Severus eyed him intensely, like only his friend was able to, and then said: "You are still keeping something from me."
Lucius sighed. Why did his friend have to be so observant? He really did not want to explain all his animal like desires he felt towards a boy, who should not yet be subjected to such lust; but realizing that his friend would not leave the matter, he said: "There is more to his attraction. For me, he has so much sex appeal. To be honest, every time my eyes fall on his cute backside, or his green eyes or he makes one of these little noises, I want to press him against the next wall, or bend him over the nearest chair and fuck him senseless. I have never experienced something like this, he is like a drug, but one I can withstand, because even stronger than the wish to claim his body once more, is the wish to keep him safe until he is ready and I know he is not ready yet."
"But you two had already sex," his friend stated, a bit green around his nose.
Lucius shook his head: "It felt different to us both, like a ritual and not sex, so it does not quite count."
They were silent for a moment, before Lucius found himself speaking again: "I really think it has something to do with Harry's physical changes. He has changed a lot, if you look properly."
He could see the contemplation on Severus face, before the man nodded: "He has. I do not know how to put it into words, but with those enlarged eyes and as thin as he is, he looks very different, but I do not comprehend what this means for you."
"His whole body screams: Protect me! I am your submissive and helpless! ... Something tells me, that his body will still change a bit," Lucius mused.
Severus frowned. "How do you know?" The man asked.
"I think my instincts are telling me. They also tell me, that he will turn into the most beautiful submissive there has ever been and that I have to keep a close eye on him. And I can see that he is already sex on two legs."
His friend sighed: "Despite all that and his immortality and his legal adulthood, you should not forget that he has still just lived fifteen years yet. He does not look like a child and the dream of every paedophile because of his change, but because he had been changed at a very young age. Harry is still a child, not only in body, but also in mind. I know that vampires are very sexual creatures, but please be careful with him, regardless of what your instincts might tell you."
"As I told you, my first and strongest instinct is to keep him happy," Lucius repeated himself, getting slightly annoyed about the fact that someone feared he could harm his mate, but instead of ripping his friend’s head off like his instincts demanded right now, he settled on asking:
"Why are you so concerned about the boy? I had always thought that you disliked him."
"We made a peace just a few minutes ago, and even without it, I am still his Professor, regardless of his poor potions skills. Besides, if you are honest with yourself, no boy at his age should participate in a sexual relationship with a man who is so much older, so I will at least keep a watchful eye on him."
Lucius huffed.
"No," Severus sneered "...it does not matter that you look younger than you are. You could still be his father."
"Be assured that I would never harm my mate. Even without my instincts, I would not do such a thing. Do not forget, that I am a Malfoy and we Malfoy’s never abuse the people giving into our care, especially not if they are weaker."
"But please remember, that it is not enough to just be careful with him during intercourse," Severus glared at him.
"What do you mean?"
"Harry is now emotionally dependent on you. As his dominant, you are his most important person. He will do much for you, even lie and take on huge pains in order to make you happy, so be careful what you say and what you demand," Severus explained cautiously.
"I will keep it in mind," Lucius promised.
After another short pause Severus asked: "Are you in love with him?"
Lucius did not need to think long about this question. Only a few days ago he would told his friend that he had no experience with real romantic love, but the facts had changed: "I know that the feeling growing in my chest is love. We would not be blood mates if fate had not implanted the love for each other into our hearts. But I also know that Harry has no experience with love and that it would overwhelm him if I told him right now."
Severus nodded and then inquired: "What will you do, when Harry has to go back to Hogwarts?"
Lucius smirked aloof: "Assuming that I will not burn to ashes in the sun by that point, I already have a plan."
Snape lifted a single eyebrow.
"I will not tell you, it shall be a surprise for you and my mate."
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When Harry came back downstairs, he found Lucius and Snape sitting in the living room, sorting through large stacks of books, which stood on every free surface and even the floor.
"What are you two doing?" he inquired curiously.
"Research," was Snape's useful reply.
Harry huffed; sometimes the man was as impolite as he always accused Harry to be. "Lucius?" he asked.
His mate turned his face so that he was looking at him, before explaining: "We are researching a way to make you and me resistant to the sunlight and a way to free you and Nagini from Voldemort's Horcruxes."
"Oh...okay." He turned to the Potions Master: "Have you already picked a room? You can have mine, it is mostly empty, but the bed is very uncomfortable, you probably should transform it into something better, or you can have Dudley’s. It has a very comfy bed, but is quite messy."
"I will take your old bedroom, thank you, and would you mind if I create a lab in your cellar?" Snape asked.
"No, of course not. You are welcome to it," Harry permitted. "Can I help you somehow?" he added, glancing at the piles of books, not really thrilled at the thought of spending his holidays with researching, but knowing that it was important. Furthermore; his mate would do the same and this way, he could at least spend some time with him.
"Just pick one up and start reading, both problems we have to solve are very obscure topics, so we cannot tell you what to look for either," Lucius admitted.
Nodding, Harry picked up the book lying directly in front of him. It was a heavy volume, old and dusty. With the book in hand, he went over to the sofa, where Lucius sat. The man slid over to the side, automatically making space for him.
The next few days they fell into an easy routine. Harry would make breakfast for Snape, who had adapted his daily routine to the two vampires. After they had sat awhile in the kitchen, they went over to the living room, researching. After three days of reading through ancient books, Snape seemed to have an idea of what a potion had to do to make them resistant to sunlight. The man had collected blood samples from Harry and Lucius and had locked himself up in his new lab, only coming out for meals.
Meanwhile, Harry and Lucius had continued to research the Horcrux issue. Harry had only found one single obscure sentence that might give them a hint in an ancient alchemistic potions book. It has said: ‘To extract the impure, one must use the purest of all kind.’
Neither he, nor Severus or even Lucius could really say what the author meant and so they were still none the wiser.
Their relationship had not changed much in the last couple of days. They kissed sometimes, very shortly and carefully when Lucius initiated something, because Harry himself still felt much too shy. Harry had the feeling that his mate wanted to give him time, and he was thankful for that. They often sat close together and Harry cuddled up close to the aristocrat every night, his warmth comforting his dead and cool skin. When they exchanged their innocent kisses, Harry could feel that his mate was restraining himself just barely. Sometimes he saw a hungry gleam in Lucius eyes, ravishing his butt with his eyes and when he sat in his mate's lap, he could often feel how hungry his mate really was for his body.
Harry still didn't wear any underpants and he knew that it drove Lucius nearly insane. The noble man had taken a special liking to his small backside, but it didn't really bother Harry; in fact it even flattered him. Even knowing that he was not yet ready to have sex with his mate once again, he needed the knowledge that his dominant would want it very much; it calmed his submissive vampire side down.
Sometimes he himself felt a stirring in his lower abdomen, or even arousal, but he ignored it and so did Lucius with the exception of some looks that were even more heated than usually. That Lucius restrained himself so well soothed Harry immensely and drove even the slightest doubt concerning his mate from his mind. But Snape seemingly found Lucius’ devouring looks inappropriate enough and Harry could not blame him for his opinion; he would react the same way if he had to see his friend Ron snogging Remus Lupin or someone else who was so much older than his best friend.
Harry had taken a liking to nuzzling Lucius’ neck. His dominants' delicious and alluring scent was especially strong there and it often coaxed a quiet moan from Lucius' mouth, which he liked to hear very much. They had also found out that their mating marks were even more sensitive than they had already assumed when Harry had massaged his mark absentmindedly whilst thinking about his mate. Said mate had come stomping into the living room some minutes later; cheeks tinted a very deep red for a vampire and a visible lump in his tight fitting trousers. Lucius had forbidden him from touch his mating mark again, until he was ready to take care of the consequences. Harry didn't need to ask what consequences he meant, it had been clear enough.
Right now he was sitting next to Lucius on the sofa, Snape was like usual these days, down in his new potions lab, when his mate dropped the book he had been reading with an annoyed huff to the floor and started to stretch out on the couch.
"Hey, leave me some space," Harry glared at him, without really meaning it.
"If there is no space on the sofa to lie down, I could always offer for you to lie down on my body," his mate smirked.
Harry raised both his eyebrows before thinking that he was quite fond of the idea and crawled between Lucius long legs. He made himself comfortable on his dominants chest, his chin propped up on his folded arms, Lucius’ steady heartbeat a calming sound beneath him and he closed his eyes with a contented sigh.
His mate started to comb through his hair and he started purring at the gesture.
"Tell me a bit about you," Lucius suddenly requested.
Harry opened his eyes again and blinked up at him in surprise, they were mated for some days now and he had become more at ease in the older wizards company, but until now Lucius had not asked any personal question and Harry hadn't either. Somehow, it had felt too early.
"What do you want to know?" he asked insecurely and started to chew on his bottom lip; one of his nervous habits, like rambling or messing his hair, he imagined Lucius asking all kinds of personal questions about his family life, or his encounters with his dominants former master and he was not sure if he was ready to have that conversation yet.
"You do not have to tell me your deepest secrets right away, but I think it is time that we start to get to know each other a bit better," Lucius deep, velvet voice soothed him.
Feeling more at ease, he asked carefully: "Oh..okay...can we take turns with asking questions?" To be honest, he would like to know a bit more about his mate as well.
"We can do that;" Lucius agreed.
"So, what would you like to know?" Harry asked, laying his head down on the aristocrat’s chest, so that he could listen to Lucius’ heart beat better, he loved that sound. Every evening he had fallen asleep to this soothing rhythm for the last couple of days until it felt like coming home.
"What is your favourite colour?" Lucius asked.
Harry chuckled in relief: "Somehow, I have expected a more intrusive question."
"I still have to buy you a new wardrobe and it would be helpful to know which colours you like in order to avoid picking the wrong things," Lucius drawled.
"I doubt that you could ever pick an ugly outfit," Harry commented, but then answered: "My favourite colours are red and green... now it's my turn." He thought for a moment and then asked: "Have you learned any profession, or do you just live from your family's money? ...I mean I know that you work for the ministry sometimes, but have you studied for a higher education?"
Harry had always wondered about this point, because everybody knew that a Malfoy didn't need to work for their living, but somehow Lucius never had seemed like a man who would just sit at home and do nothing.
Lucius chuckled. It was a deep sound that echoed in the man's broad chest: "Of course I have studied for a higher education. In fact, I have learned a couple of professions. It is even common knowledge."
Now Harry felt stupid for asking. But he pressed on: "And what did you study?"
"I am a qualified healer and mind healer, I am also a registered lawyer and a potions master, not as talented as Severus, but good enough. And sometimes I work for the Unspeakables, but there is no actual education for that line of work, they contact you if they are interested in your skills. "
"Wow, you really are intelligent," Harry mused, suddenly feeling very unqualified to be Lucius’ mate. He could probably try all he wanted and never reach such a high level.
Lucius, who had become good in reading his mind in the last days pressed a soft kiss to his locks and said: "Do not worry, Harry. I am sure you will accomplish remarkable things as well and even if you do not, you are still my mate and it will not change anything between us." And then he asked:
"What would you like to do after graduation?"
"Uhm..." Harry said intelligently. He knew what everybody expected him to become after Hogwarts, but that honestly wasn't what he wanted. "Everybody expects me to become an Auror, but I really don't want to do that... I don't know if I want to learn something specific at all. If given the choice, I would like to work on different projects; there is much that needs to be changed in our society and now as a vampire I have all the time in the world. I can still learn something in a hundred years."
"You certainly deserve to do what you would want to do," Lucius admitted.
"Maybe it is my submissive side, but I would be content to stay mostly at home," Harry admitted.
"It probably is due to my dominant side, that I like the sound of your wish, but I would never hold you back if you wish to apply for an actual job one day," Lucius said.
Harry smiled and nuzzled his mate's neck."I know."
"What is your favourite food?" he inquired, when he was finished with nuzzling Lucius’ neck and had pressed a small kiss to it.
"As a Malfoy, I should answer oysters and caviar, and I like these dishes, but what I enjoy the most is a well cooked roast," Lucius admitted with a soft chuckle.
Grinning up at him, Harry said:"That is my favourite as well. Molly Weasley makes the best roast."
Lucius wrinkled his nose at the mention of the Weasley matron.
Huffing at his mate’s expression, Harry declared: "As soon as you are part of the Order, I will ask her to make a roast, and then you can see for yourself."
"You forget that food general is not very appealing to us anymore" Lucius said and Harry's face fell, he had forgotten that. Before could think about it further, Lucius asked:
"Is your favourite class DADA like everybody says, or is that just another one of those rumours?"
Harry chuckled: "It is, at least, since my last flying lesson at the end of first year. But unfortunately, we always had incompetent or dangerous teachers, with the exception of Remus."
"How should a good DADA lesson be?" Lucius inquired.
"Lots of practice, I think. You don't get any better at duelling if you only read the books," he mused, before asking another question:
"What does Malfoy Manor look like?" He asked after a moment.
"It probably looks nothing like you would imagine it," Lucius smirked. "The Manor has a huge entrance hall, with several chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. It is build from the most expensive white marble and the walls and staircases are mostly white and you find plenty of golden ornaments everywhere. I have many family portraits, but I have banned them to a rarely occupied section of the Manor, because Malfoy’s are quite insisting, even after they have been dead for many decades and it gave me quite a few headaches to listen to all their proposals concerning one matter or another, especially when they contradict each other."
Harry chuckled: "I always knew that your family is full of arrogant bastards like yourself."
Lucius smirked: "I think it is a family trait."
Harry curled his arms around his mate's neck, happy that he could talk to the mostly cold aristocrat so easily.
"Is there as much dark wood, silver and greens as I imagine?" he asked.
Lucius chuckled again: "Most rooms are not decorated that way; most rooms are decorated in creams, gold and silver and with light wooden furniture. The Veela who married into the Malfoy family in the early Middle Ages was not very fond of the dark Manor she was expected to live in and used her charm to convince her fiancé to build a new home for them. Knowing the Manors of my late in-laws, I can understand why she found the old Malfoy Manor too depressing."
"So the Malfoy’s really have Veela genes?" Harry asked astonished.
"We have. Why do you sound so surprised. I think it is obvious with our looks," Lucius inquired with a lifted eyebrow.
"Well...uh..." he stammered and started to fidget. He really didn't want to say something rude, but it would be hard if he wanted to be honest and lying to his dominant was not an option. Looking up at Lucius, he saw that his mate was still waiting patiently.
"You certainly look like it. I mean, you are so attractive and graceful, but I only knew Draco and he always made the impression that he had to work for his demeanour..." he stopped then, realizing that they had never mentioned Lucius’ late son before and became even more nervous. A cold feeling gripped his heart and Harry could not say where it suddenly had come from. Shaking his head, he started to chew on his bottom lip even more violently, his dead heart pounding in his chest.
"Hush, Harry," Lucius commanded sternly and he looked up into his mates silver eyes, which luckily had not frozen over again.
"Draco didn't deserve to die so young and neither had Narcissa, but you can still mention them," He took Harry's right hand and pressed a kiss on his mating mark, sending little shivers down Harry's body. The gesture soothed him slightly, but the cold feeling had not left entirely. It really made no sense, why should he feel distressed at the thought of Lucius’ dead son, who had been his nemesis? Maybe he felt distressed for his mate? Surely the man must still be in pain and maybe he could somehow feel it subconsciously due to their soul bond?
Lucius pulled him from his confusing musing then: "To answer your question: The Veela genes only develop fully at someone’s seventeenth birthday and need about a month to gain full effect after that. He only turned seventeen quite a few days before his death, that is why he never seemed as elegant as I."
Harry blinked at the statement. "Why did he already turn seventeen? Shouldn't he only be fifteen?" He wondered.
"He should, but you have to be eleven until a specific date to get invited to Hogwarts and he was still a few weeks too young," Lucius explained.
"But then he should be sixteen?" Harry furrowed his brows in contemplation. His mate chuckled at his look and explained further: "When he was finally old enough to get his Hogwarts letter, he got sick with the Wizarding Dragon Flu. The Dragon Flu is a quite violent version of the Wizarding Flu and 2/3 of the children who get infected with it die within days. Those who survive need months to get healthy again."
"So he couldn't go again and was already thirteen when he finally got to school?"
"Exactly. Draco hid his true age, because he saw it as a sign of his weak body and was embarrassed, only his closest friends knew about his illness," his mate mused thoughtfully.
"I didn't know that," Harry admitted, still feeling a bit embarrassed for bringing up the topic and frowned at the thought of Draco having close friends. He always had the feeling that the blonde boy had minions and acquaintances, but no real friends.
"Well, you have never been friends with my son," Lucius explained.
Wanting to change the topic, Harry suddenly said: "It's your turn. Ask another question."
"Of course you majesty," Lucius smirked "What do you see in your two best friends?"
Harry curiously looked at him and his mate sighed: "I will not forbid you contact with your friends, as inadequate as I find them. Maybe, if you can explain me what you see in them, I can see it as well and accept them easier."
A wide smile spread across Harry's face: "You want to get to know my friends?"
"I would not quite put it like that, but I would like to be able to stand their mere presence," Lucius scoffed.
Harry's grin didn't falter. He leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to Lucius cheek, still not brave enough to just kiss his mate's lips, flushing instantly at the innocent gesture. After listening to his mate’s comments on muggle born and blood traitors, he had feared that he would have to choose between the two parties at one point, but he should have known that Lucius’ promise to do nothing that would hurt him would not only extend to their sexual life.
"Thank you, that means so much to me!" He exclaimed, pressing a second kiss to the surprised aristocrat’s cheek.
"I know," Lucius hummed; seemingly quite content with the attention he was given and waited for his explanation.
"Ron and Hermione are the best people I know," at the once again raised eyebrow of his mate, Harry quickly added: "With the exception of you of course, but you are my mate and that doesn't count, because you are perfect." He flushed even more at the confession, but went on: "Sure, Ron can be quite thick headed sometimes and Hermione really is a know-it-all, but they have always helped me; Ron even told his brothers Fred and George to get me from the Dursley’s after our first year."
"I hope you are right and they will continue to stay by your side," Lucius said.
"I am sure of it. Sure, Ron will flip if he ever finds out about us, but so will everybody else. Sirius will probably try to castrate you."
"I have no doubt about that. He was always like that: rash and prone to violence."
"Were you in the same year as Sirius?" Harry asked. His godfather had only mentioned Snape, but Lucius was around the same age, so it would be logical that they knew each other.
"I am two years older than your godfather, the wolf and your late parents, so I didn't see them very often, but I did know them a bit."
"You are older than Sirius and my parents?" Harry asked astonished.
Lucius smirked: "I am. Are you shocked now?"
Harry chewed on his bottom lip; somehow he had always imagined that his parents, Snape, his godfather, Remus and Lucius had all been in the same year. Never had he thought that Lucius would be older than them, but did it make a difference? Wasn't the only thing that counted the fact that they were soul mates?
"I don't know. I mean... I think that it really doesn't matter, because everybody will consider you far too old for me with or without these two years and we have stopped aging a few days ago, so I will not have to nurse an old man when I am still in the prime of my life ..." he laughed nervously and received a lopsided smirk from his mate.
"A Malfoy never needs to be nursed, regardless their age, it would be undignified.
Harry rolled his eyes: "That is your excuse for everything, but it would not have stopped your body from getting weak and shaky."
"Of course it would have," Lucius huffed arrogantly, sending shivers down Harry's spine.
Turning his head, he noticed with a heavy heart that the first pink stripes had appeared on the horizon. Lucius, who had followed his gaze, sat up straighter a bit more and said: "We should go upstairs and go to bed."
Harry only locked his arms around the man's waist and shook his head, pouting. He was far too comfortable right now and he wanted to find out more about the wonderful man he would spend the rest of his eternal life with: "Don't want to; it's so nice to lay here and talk."
His mate chuckled: "We have to, Harry. It would be unwise to stay here and burn to ashes in our sleep."
Harry huffed: "I will come with you if you carry me upstairs."
"You want me to carry you upstairs? A Malfoy never does physical labour, how often do I have to repeat myself?" Lucius sounded amused and Harry grinned up at him, trying to make his eyes look even bigger as he pleaded: "Please, Lucius. Besides, I am so light, that I can't be considered ‘physical labour’. And you are my dominant after all, or do you want to tell me that you are too weak to carry me?"
Lucius growled and Harry found himself suddenly scooped up into the arms of one Lucius Malfoy. His slight tease had worked better than he had expected.
"I will not let you believe that you are bonded to a weak dominant," the man growled and started his way out of the living room and up the stairs. "You are a tease," he added, only succeeding in making Harry snicker. His dominant's arrogance was far too funny sometimes, especially when he was teasing his mate. It was odd, how Harry had started to like the one character trait of Lucius that had annoyed him so much before.
"I know that you aren't weak. I am sure that you are the strongest dominant of all vampires."
"Of course I am. You have a Malfoy as mate and we are always the best," Lucius huffed, sounding not in the least sarcastic or self-ironic.
Something stirred in Harry’s lower region at his dominants self assurance and he asked, smiling: "I love your arrogance, do you know that?"
"Really?" now Lucius sounded honestly curious and Harry immediately blushed as he realized that he would have to explain further:
"Yeah, it's sexy."
"How so?" Lucius asked, laying him down on their bed.
"Because it makes you seem confident," Harry explained, his arms falling lazily to the side.
His mate smirked his most arrogant smirk and drawled: "I already know that, but it is nice to hear it from you."
"Arrogant prick," Harry muttered with no real malice in his voice, whilst his eyes roamed the body of his gorgeous dominant mate. Sometimes, he wanted to touch those well defined abs, but he reckoned that it would be unfair to touch and caress Lucius’ skin when it would surely arouse the man and he was not yet ready to relieve the man of his sexual tension and physical desires.
"Like what you see?" Lucius asked, his voice dropping to a seductive purr.
"Yes," Harry breathed, not able to lie to the god of a man, his own body reacting to the sight in front of him.
Lucius bend down again, licking the shell of his ear and whispered: "You have no idea what you do to me when you watch me so hungrily, with those huge, innocent eyes, letting me know that you desire me as much as I desire you, even if you are not ready for me to take things further yet."
Harry's heart missed a beat and his pants tightened further when Lucius straightened again, brushing over his young body with his fingertips as he did so. Quickly he went into a heated daze when Lucius ghosted over one of his nipples, so fast to only hint at how arousing it could get. It felt so good to have those strong hands treat him so tenderly and he sighed in utter bliss, closing his eyes to concentrate on the feeling of Lucius’ fingers wandering lower, caressing every slight curve they could find on their way downwards.
His mate’s fingers stopped on his waistband, starting to loosen the button there.
His mind cleared instantly and gulping, he asked with a shaky voice: "What are you doing, Lucius?"
Was his mate unsatisfied with their very innocent paced relationship than he had thought? Did he want more and hoped that he could seduce Harry into intercourse without forcing him? Nervousness rose inside of him and he tried to scoot away, but Lucius placed his other hand on Harry's stomach to hold him in place, stroking his skin there softly.
"Shh, Harry, I already promised you I will not do anything you do not want me to do," the aristocrat soothed him. Harry nodded, reminding himself that this was his mate and that he would never harm him and relaxed once more. Why did he still have trust issues as soon as Lucius did something unexpected? Sometimes, he believed that even though he was so young he still should want more as Lucius’ submissive and the fact that he didn't, troubled him quite a bit.
Lucius traced the line just above his waistband distracting him quite thoroughly from his gloomy thoughts, before pushing his trousers down, exposing his half-hard member.
"So beautiful," his mate purred, bending down and pressing a soft kiss to his right thigh, before stroking his sides chastely and tracing his nose over his heated skin.
Harry's penis was fully erect now, showing a readiness his mind did not feel, but Lucius held his promise and did not come any closer to his private parts. How his mate knew what he was ready for and what not, Harry didn't know; but it really didn't matter, as long as Lucius knew these things. Harry watched Lucius through half lidded eyes as he pulled his pants completely off, before the man laid them neatly to the side and came back to Harry. He then proceeded to give his stomach another chaste kiss, nibbling at the sensitive skin there and eliciting quite gasps from Harry's mouth. Lucius was worshiping his body, covering it with a thousand little kisses, licks and strokes. Harry relaxed into the caressing touch, enjoying the attention he received. No one had ever made him feel so good and cared for. He wanted to think ‘loved’, but that thought still scared him a bit, it would sound so ‘huge’. All too soon the mouth retreated and Harry gave a protesting noise.
"I know Harry, but the sun is rising and we still have to get into bed," Lucius whispered.
Sighing, Harry sat up, pulling his shirt over his head and grabbing his nightshirt, whilst watching his mate undress. How had he captured this man? It was a mystery to him. Sure, fate had much to do with it, but why did fate think ‘him’ of all people worthy to be the mate of Lucius Malfoy, the persona of perfection?
He scooted over and made space for the aristocrat, who pulled him against his body as soon as he had lain down. Harry turned on his side so that he was facing his mate, and as it had become his habit, curled up under the blanket in the space between his mates chin and knees.
"Sleep well," Lucius whispered and pressed a kiss to his thick locks.
"You too Lucius," he answered and pressed his own lips against the chest in front of him.
When the sun finally rose, Harry's eyes closed, welcoming the deep vampire sleep, only that this time, his sleep was not as deep and dreamless as the nights before:
It was, as if someone had dropped him right in the middle of a horror movie:
"Where are they?" Voldemort hissed angrily, his voice shaking with barely restrained emotions. In front of the cruel man already laid a pile of dead bodies, tortured until their hearts had given in. The scent of blood and fear in the room was sickening; Harry could not even appreciate it as a vampire. The snake man's fury echoed through his own body, making his muscles ache and his scar throb painfully. He had so desperately hoped that these dreams had gone after his mating; after all, he had had some peaceful nights in a row, something that hadn't occurred for over a year.
A man with the mask and the robes of a Death Eater crawled forward, his head and back bowed, his voice as shaky as the rest of him: "There is still no sign of Lucius or the Potter boy."
Voldemort’s fury rose even further, making Harry gasp.
"I will kill that traitor! How dare he! Crucio!" shouted Voldemort, pointing his bone-like wand at the man who had spoken.
The man fell to the ground, twitching and writhing in agony, his mouth opened in a scream. But Harry could not say if any sound came from the man's mouth, because by now he was screaming alongside with him, feeling every ounce of pain the curse inflicted on Voldemort's victim.
When Voldemort lifted his wand and broke the curse, Harry didn't know how he had remained standing, the knowledge that this was only a nightmare disappearing in his pain addled mind.
"McNair," Voldemort turned to another black figure to Harry's right. "Could some of you useless scum find out something from Dumbledore?"
"No, my Lord. The old fool doesn't know the whereabouts of Potter either. He is searching frantically, but to no avail, that is at least what Severus had told me this morning," McNair answered, his voice void of all emotions.
"You useless idiots! It cannot be so difficult to find a boy, a traitor and a snake!" Voldemort shouted and in that moment Harry knew that the man had snapped. He didn't even need the sour smell in the air to realize it, as he watched in horror as the dark wizard waved his wand in a circular motion above his head before shouting ‘Crucio!’ once more and the last thing he knew before his vision darkened and his body was consumed by an all consuming pain, was that it was a thousand times worse than anything he had felt before, even at the graveyard, as every Death Eater collapsed under the onslaught of the torturing curse.
Harry didn't know if he was lying or standing anymore, he could not even remember his own name. Every cell, every nerve-ending was burned by the multiplied pain of experiencing the anguish of a whole room of tortured wizards.
He could feel his sanity slipping away from him and just as he was sure that he would lose his mind from the agony a second awareness entered him; strong, protective and soothing. The awareness only brushed his consciousness quickly, before starting to erect powerful shields inside Harry's mind. They shimmered in a dull silver colour, but Harry instantly knew and felt that they were bright on the outside, reflecting the magic that was hurting him, protecting him with a fierce power he had never felt before. The pain subsided to a dull throbbing and now his body was mostly throbbing with the feeling of being protected by this fierce spirit; cold and sharp like a blade made from ice, but only towards Voldemort’s onslaught.
Finally the presence focused on him.
"Harry, are you alright?"
Harry knew that voice, it was familiar and calming, but he could not put a name to it, everything still hurt too much for him to be able to concentrate.
"I...think so," he croaked out.
"Good," relief and another, ‘warm’ feeling, like the rays of the early spring sun flooded his mind and he could feel the care of the second awareness with every fibre of his being.
"Then try to wake up, we have to heal you," the voice said.
Harry hesitated; he really wanted to go back, but he felt so weak and as if he was caged in his own mind: "I can't. Everything hurts." He felt a single tear rolling down his cheek, even though he still couldn't really connect to his body, it was more of a feeling than a real sensation.
"You can, Harry. And I will heal your pains," the voice replied.
The voice didn't understand him. He wanted to leave, but he was locked-in.
"No, I literally can't. It feels as if I am locked inside my mind," Harry sniffed, getting desperate.
A rush of panic washed over him, but it was quickly gone; replaced by a fierce determination, as fierce as the wish to protect him before and when the voice spoke next, it sounded commanding and demanded instant obedience:
"You can Harry and you will. Wake up!"
Harry blinked, only to realize that he couldn't blink because someone was forcing his eyes open. His vision blurred even more for a moment, before finally focusing.
Lucius was bent over him, his face twisted in worry, and it was him who held his eyes open. He forced his eyes to meet the silver ones of his mate, even though his head and eyes hurt and they didn't want to concentrate on anything. As soon as their eyes locked, relief washed over Lucius’ beautiful features and his mate sat back, letting go of Harry's eyelids and finally giving him back the ability to blink, which he did a few times, because his eyes felt very dry and raw.
"Harry," Lucius breathed. "How are you feeling?"
Harry shifted and immediately all his muscles protested. "Like shit," he said truthfully. He closed his eyes again, hoping that the pain in his head would lessen a bit, but it made no difference and so he opened them again.
A movement to the side drew his attention to another figure who was standing there, but his eyes had not recovered yet and he could not identify who it was.
"Severus, give me the pain potions," Lucius ordered and the black figure moved closer.
‘So it is Snape’, Harry thought.
His mate scooted closer and held a vial to his lips. For the first time in his life, he drank a potion without any complaining, even downing a second bottle.
His mind started to cloud over a bit, but the pain subsided rapidly and his vision nearly went back to normal. Looking around to orient himself, he saw that light was shining through the gap between the door and the floor; it was daytime, he should have been asleep.
"What happened?" he asked feeling irritated, stretching an arm out for Lucius, who immediately pulled him into his lap, cradling him and stroking the back of his neck.
"You had a vision," Snape answered, and Lucius added:
"I had to enter your mind with the help of Legilimency and build up Occlumency Shields to save your mind."
Harry blinked in confusion, he had never heard these words before, were they spells?
"Occlumency and Legilimency are mind magic’s, they are very complicated and only a few wizards are able to perform these arts," Snape elaborated.
"So you really were in my mind? That was not a dream?" Harry asked baffled, not sure how he should feel about the intrusion, even when it had only been his mate.
"I was, otherwise, we would have had to take you to St. Mungo's right now. Normally I would never invade your mind in that manner, but it was necessary," his mate affirmed, his voice sounding strained.
The memory of what he had seen returned to his mind and he nodded, before asking another question:
"What is a vision?"
"A vision is something you see in a trance or a dream, but it is actually happening or it will in the future, not mere memories," Snape explained.
"Did it feel real?" Lucius asked and after a moment of contemplation, Harry nodded again, his dream had really made the impression that he was witnessing something that was currently happening miles and miles away from him. His muscles, which were still very sore, even though the potion had taken away a huge portion of the pain, where indicator enough that he had in fact witnessed Voldemort torturing his followers through a vision.
"Is it normal to feel so much pain during a vision?"
His mate and potions master exchanged a look, before Lucius inquired: "What happened during your vision?"
Harry didn't want to remember it so clearly and thinking was quite trying right now; the potions had turned his brain into a pile of mush, but he tried his best to remember every detail:
"Voldemort had called his followers as he wanted to know if they had found us yet. He was quite mad as they told him that no one had a clue, where you, I and Nagini are..." he broke off for a moment, laying his head against Lucius’ chest.
"What happened then?" Lucius prodded softly.
"Voldemort did a strange circular movement with his wand and when he spoke the Cruciatus Curse every Death Eater in the room was affected."
"Did you feel the pain of the curse?" Snape asked, frowning.
"I think I felt the pain of every one of them, because a few minutes earlier he had already cast the curse once and it didn't feel as bad then."
Snape paled and Harry could feel Lucius stiffen.
"What is wrong?" Harry asked, getting even more nervous.
"Even during a vision, you should not feel their pain," Snape explained.
"It is likely due to your connection to Voldemort," Lucius added. "I could feel it, when I was in your mind. Voldemort's magic was flooding into you. Was this the first time you experienced something like this?
Shaking his head, Harry thought about his dream just before his fourth school year, when he had dreamed about the muggle who had been killed by Voldemort.
"We will have to teach you Occlumency. It could become quite dangerous for you, if you continue to experience Voldemort's magic like this. He could even send you false memories to lure you out," Snape announced and leaned against the next wall.
Harry paled as a suffocating feeling spread inside his chest: "Does that mean that something like this could occur again at any time?"
"No, right now I am still blocking your mind, but it would be better for you to learn mind magic, in case something happened to me," Lucius explained.
"What could happen to you? You are a vampire and you are a dominant," Harry asked; the stress of the vision finally catching up with him and his body started to shake.
"Shh, Harry. Everything will be fine," Lucius pressed a kiss on his neck, before saying: "It is just a safety measure."
"Ok..." Harry stammered, trying to believe his mate, but the fear that had gripped his heart at the mention of Lucius getting harmed in some way did not leave him completely and the cold feeling around his heart, which he had felt earlier when Draco had been mentioned, returned full force. Unfortunately, he knew all too well what the dark wizard was able to do.
"We will talk about it tomorrow, I will leave you alone for now," Snape announced suddenly and left the room.
Turning on his side, Harry snuggled closer to Lucius; he felt so weak right now and his dominant’s presence was comforting. Thinking about the vision, he realized that Lucius had saved his sanity. His mind had been about to slip away as Lucius had forced his way in and built up the shields. His body started to shake and tears ran down his cheek.
"Thank you, Lucius," he sniffed, his voice croaked.
"Hush, Harry, I did nothing any other dominant would not do for his submissive as well. In fact, it was quite selfish of me to save you, because, what would I do without my little submissive?"
Harry chuckled, the sound interrupted by more sobs.
"I...I didn't even recognize you at first...when you entered my mind, I mean," he mumbled shyly.
"That is fine. Your mind was under quite the onslaught. I only caught glimpses of your pain, but it was enough to gain you my respect. Any lesser wizard would have gone insane within minutes. You were strong and brave."
"I was not, without you, I would have gone insane," Harry sniffed.
"Yes, but any other wizard would have long before you, they would not have survived until I was there, no one can bear such pains over an extended period of time," Lucius tightened his arm around his still trembling body.
Harry nodded, feeling very exhausted, but wide awake at the same time, adrenalin alone keeping him awake.
"Do you think you can go back to sleep?" the aristocrat asked.
"I don't know," Harry said honestly. The things he had seen and felt were still fresh in his mind and he was afraid to close his eyes again.
"Try to get back to sleep; your body needs the rest. I will stay awake and watch over you," Lucius whispered and drew their shared blanket over their body.
"You will stay awake for me?" Harry asked, thinking that his mate was even greater, than he had already known.
"Of course I will, if it makes you feel safer?"
Harry nodded and closed his eyes. Lucius shifted and pulled his small body on top of his own. Harry placed his ear over his mate's heart, his body relaxed at the soothing sound and without even noticing it; he fell into an exhausted slumber.
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When Harry awoke two hours after sunset, he felt sore all over. The pain potions had worn off and his muscles were screaming in pain, even though it was not as bad as directly after his visions, thanks to his enhanced healing abilities.
He groaned and lifted his head, his eyes searching for the silver ones of his mate, who smiled softly at him as soon as their eyes connected.
"You really stayed awake," Harry commented, awe in his voice.
"Of course I did. I had promised you after all and a Malfoy never breaks their promise or did you doubt me?"
Harry shook his head quickly, cursing a moment later when pain shot up his neck and into his skull.
Lucius face darkened: "Does it still hurt that much?"
Harry nodded. "It is a bit better, but still far from good," he admitted quietly.
"I will ask Severus for another potion, you cannot get liver damage after all, so it should not be a problem."
Harry whimpered when the man tried to stand up and clutched his arms tighter around his body. His submissive side had suddenly awoken and the thought of being left alone, even for only a single minute was distressing for some reason.
"Harry, I will be right back," Lucius promised and smoothed over his hair.
"Don't go, I don't need another potion. Just...don't go," he whined.
"Harry, I will not see you in this much pain if I can easily do something about it," Lucius said sternly and unclenched his fingers, before standing up.
"I will hurry," he said with a last touch to his hair, before disappearing.
As soon as Lucius was away, Harry felt panic rise inside him. What if something happened right now? He was weak and would not be able to defend himself; he needed his mate to protect him.
His keen ears tried to pick up any sounds, but it was quiet outside. Still, Voldemort and his followers were searching for him and he was in no state to do anything if they would arrive now and in his fear filled mind, he forgot that they could not find his house now or ever.
Standing up on shaking legs, he looked around in the dark room, trying to push his panic away so that he would be able to concentrate. He needed a hiding place. His eyes fell on the large cupboard next to the door and he stumbled over, opening one door and crawling inside, before closing it again.
He sat there in the small space, between towels and sheets, trying not to make any noise. He needed to survive until Lucius was back.
The position he was sitting in strained his sore muscles even further and they started to throb under the exertion, but he didn't move. Lucius would be back soon and then everything would be fine again. His dominant would take him into his arms and hold him safe and hopefully stroke his neck with his long claws.
Harry couldn't say how long he had been sitting like that, when footsteps sounded, followed by his mate's panicked voice:
"Harry?"
Pushing against the door, he rolled out of the small space, blinking up at his mate, relief and joy flooding his mind for a second.
"Lucius, you’re back," he breathed, his lips trembling.
His mate's eyes were wide as they stared back at him. Harry tried to get up, but his muscles refused and so he just lifted his arms in a silent request. Lucius understood immediately and picked him up, still looking a mixture of confused and panicked.
"Why did you hide in the cupboard?" he asked as he laid Harry back onto the bed and sat down next to him.
"Anybody could have found me as long as I was lying unprotected on the bed and I can't defend myself right now," Harry explained in a small voice, burying his face into Lucius lap.
"Why didn't you tell me that you fear was so great?" Lucius demanded to know, his voice sounded stern and he glared down on Harry, who whimpered in distress. Had he done something wrong by hiding?
"I tried," he mumbled, his voice faint.
Lucius sighed and combed his fingers through his long silver-blond hair, a gesture he never did and which told Harry how much he had scared his mate with his behaviour.
"I...I am sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he apologized in a small voice and he had to put all his willpower into it to keep it from breaking completely; the last thing he wanted was to worry Lucius even more.
His mates head snapped up and his silver- red eyes pierced his very soul: "You do not need to apologize, Harry." He sighed and started to caress Harry's neck. "I should have known that leaving you so soon after your vision would not be a good idea. It is my fault not yours."
Harry shook his head in disagreement, now after Lucius’ return he could see how ridiculous his fears had been. His house was protected by strong blood wards, Voldemort couldn't find him here and the muggles sleeping soundly in their beds were surely no threat either.
"It wasn't your fault, you just wanted to help me and get me a potion. I overreacted," he said, turning on his side to give his mate better access to his neck.
"No, Harry. I should have known better, you tried to tell me, but I disregarded your feelings. No dominant should act that way. By believing to know better than you yourself what would be best for you, I scared you. I was too arrogant."
Harry's jaw dropped open. Had Lucius Malfoy just confessed that he had been too arrogant? The world was surely coming to an end.
His mate scowled down at him: "Even I can admit when I have gone too far. Now sit up and take another potion."
Nodding, he tried to obey his mates order, but found himself too weak after his stupid excursion into the closet.
"Let me help you," Lucius mumbled and moved one of his hands to the small of Harry's back, pushing him carefully up, before giving him the potion vial.
Harry uncorked it and gave it a cautious sniff. "Does it taste as nasty as it smells?"
"You drank two of them last night. Shouldn't you be able to tell yourself?" Lucius asked, one eyebrow raised.
"I don't remember," Harry admitted and started to fumble with his blanket. "It's only that the pain was so horrible..."
"It is fine Harry, do not worry; nobody will hold it against you that you cannot remember many other things besides the pain. And yes, it tastes as bad as it smells, but the potion is the best cure against the damage of a Cruciatus. It is not only a pain reliever, but a healing draught as well. Severus created it himself," Lucius explained softly.
Harry wrinkled his nose, but said: "Then it has to be a good potion. I don't particular like the man, but he is a genius." He cringed as he downed the thick liquid and shuddered, but the pain instantly subsided again.
"So, what do you want to do today?" he asked, looking up at Lucius.
"’You’ will do nothing but rest and ‘I’ will keep ‘you’ company," Lucius said sternly.
Harry wanted to protest, but one look at Lucius’ face made him stop even before he had opened his mouth and truth to be told, he quite liked the idea of being taken care of by his mate. So instead of protesting he asked: "Can we go downstairs and watch a movie?"
"You mean one of those ridiculous things you watch on that black box?" Lucius sounded anything but thrilled.
"Yes," he confirmed and glanced upwards with his best puppy-eyes-look. He saw the moment when Lucius gave in. His eyes softened even further and he gave a short nod: "But only if you let me carry you downstairs."
"Thanks, you are the best," Harry smiled, wrapping his arms around his mate's neck eagerly.
Lucius only scoffed: "I know."
Harry was then picked up and he enjoyed seeing his mate’s strength in action. Every time Lucius lifted him up or carried him, it seemed as if he weighed nothing, but he knew that was only the case because Lucius was so extraordinarily strong. His vampire instincts were really primal in that matter; nothing aroused him as much as the knowledge of Lucius’ strength. Not right now of course, but normally.
They passed the kitchen where Snape sat with a mug of coffee and the Daily Prophet, so engrossed in the paper that he didn't even notice them. The living room was dark, but Lucius didn't turn the lights on because they really didn't need them anymore. Harry was then lowered onto the couch and Lucius asked: "Shall I fetch one of those small discs or just turn on this horrid device?"
Harry thought about it for a moment. Dudley had many movies he had always wanted to watch and at that hour he would only stumble across another Porno on the regular TV-program. So a DVD it would be, but which one? Picturing his cousins DVD-shelf in front of his inner eye he smiled:
"Can you fetch Sherlock: Season 1?"
"Sherlock?" Lucius repeated dryly, his voice telling Harry all he thought about the strange name.
"Yes, Sherlock. He is a detective and I am sure you will like him. He is an arrogant bastard, just like you," he smirked, earning a glare for his snide comment.
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Lucius stepped into the bedroom of Harry's late cousin, eyeing the mess that surrounded him with distaste. What was the name of the movie he should find again? Peacock or something ridiculously similar...
Shoving some dirty shirts with the tips of his boots to the side, he read the titles on the boxes, but was sure that the one he had to get was not among them, however its name was. Turning to the shelf unit, he searched for the rest of the movie boxes, sighing when he realized just ‘how’ much the fat blob of a cousin had possessed. No wonder that the boy had been so overweight, when he had never done anything else than sitting on the sofa, watching movies and eating probably. Lucius would even go so far and guess that the muggle had even skipped school from time to time in favour for his films; he surely had looked stupid enough to do something like that.
How Harry could have turned out so well with that upbringing was more than a small miracle, maybe his parent’s genes were not as bad as he had assumed. Well, his father had been a respected Pureblood after all; even so he had never understood the man's Gryffindor sentimentalities.
His eyes focused back to the task at hand and he quickly scanned the row of boxes, until he finally found the right one. Sherlock it had been.
He took it and left the room without another backward glance, glad that his mate was not as messy as his cousin had been.
When he came back into the living room, his little mate had made himself comfortable on the couch, with a blanket over his legs and his head propped up onto a pillow.
Harry still looked sickly pale and the endearing shadows beneath his eyes and on his cheeks were much too dark, making his worry rise once more. It had been fortunate that Harry had gone through the vision as a vampire, because the boy surely would not have survived it otherwise. The cell and nerve damage of a single Cruciatus Curse was bad, but he had experienced the pain of at least ten added curses, and that only was the case if the Inner Circle had been present yesterday.
Going over to the black device, he asked: "What do I have to do to start your movie?"
Harry leaned forwards and grabbed something that was called a ‘remote’ and pressed a button. A small drawer opened on a second device, that stood next to the black box and his mate explained: "Just put the DVD in."
He did as told and the drawer closed again.
"Will you sit with me?" Harry asked, one arm outstretched, his lips pouting slightly.
His little mate was so cute and not even aware of it, but for once the endearing expression didn't make him want to press Harry up against the next surface and rip the clothing from his body. No, right now he only wanted to make sure that Harry got as much rest as he needed.
Harry propped himself up as he reached the sofa, only to lay his head in his lap as Lucius sat down.
The movie started, but his mind was still occupied with the horror of the previous day and his worry of Harry.
Lucius had never thought it possible that anything could wake him from his unnatural deep vampire sleep, but as soon as the first scream was ripped from Harry’s throat, he had been wide awake. His first thought had been that the Dark Lord had found them after all and was torturing his mate, but one glance at his side had been enough to realize that this was not the case and that Harry was plagued by nightmares once more. It had been the first nightmare since their turning; he had even started to hope that those dreams which tortured his little mate, had disappeared with his humanity, but no such luck.
He had pulled his mate onto his lap and tried to soothe him by stroking his hair, but when the second, even more pain filled scream, erupted he had known that this wasn't a normal nightmare and that Harry was in great danger.
Trying to wake Harry up had quickly turned out to be hopeless, his mate had been too far gone, so he had needed another approach: Legilimency. It had not been easy to force his way into his sleeping mates mind, because the boy had been thrashing wildly and he needed eye contact for the mind magic.
Once inside Harry's mind, Lucius had to react quickly. He did not know if the Dark Lord was conscious of his mental link to Harry, and thus he could not say if he felt the boy’s presence and would therefore feel his present in Harry's mind, but he could not take the chance. If the Dark Lord found out that he had protected Harry's mind, he did not even need to try to return to the wizard’s side as a spy in the future. So he had hurried. Only later did he realize that it had been important to not take his time for another reason as well: Harry would not have been able to fight the onslaught of pain any longer and keep his mind sane.
It had been quite the shock to realize that the Dark Lord’s emotions and magic could flow so easily into his mate's mind and body.
Another shock had been, as Harry told him, that he was not able to wake up. For a short moment he had panicked, but then his vampire instinct had taken over and the dominant inside him had just ordered his mate to wake up, which Harry had done, to his utter surprise and relief. That the order of a dominant could have so much power over his submissive, he would never have guessed.
The third shock had come that morning when he returned from Severus with another pain potion for Harry and his little mate had been gone. He felt still guilty at the thought of not having recognized how afraid Harry really had been at the thought of being left alone. He should have foreseen his submissive’s reaction; it was logical after what the boy had gone through last night, even he would have been distressed and he was not even a submissive who needed much more comfort than a dominant.
Rubbing his eyes, he pushed the topic to the side; it would not help anybody if he drowned in guilt now.
Severus and himself would teach Harry Occlumency; they had already discussed it, but first Harry needed to regain his strength and they still needed to deal with the old coot and his order, so it would probably have to wait until the new school year had begun, but they would find a way. Harry's mental link to the Dark Lord was too much of a danger and a weakness to be left open. Sure, he could continue to protect Harry's mind, but someone only needed to knock him out with a strong curse and Harry's would be unprotected once more.
Harry shifted and gave a protesting sound and as he looked down he became aware, that he had stopped to caress his mate's neck. Chuckling, he resumed his task. His little mate really liked being caressed, he always reminded him of a kitten, the way he relaxed and sometimes even started to purr. He liked to caress Harry as well. Harry's skin was so unbelievably soft and warm, and if it had been possible, his hands would never leave his mate’s skin.
He finally focused on the movie and tried to relax as well, he was still far too tense.
After half an hour of watching the movie, Lucius had to admit that he felt something like respect for the muggle in the film. The man was intelligent and held himself like a true Pureblood would. Maybe a wizard had actually invented the character? That seemed to be the most logical explanation.
Looking down at his mate, he noticed that Harry had drifted off and he doubted that Harry would wake before they would have to go to bed again. As a dominant, he could smell the exhaustion radiating from his little submissive; like he could smell many other things going on inside Harry as well, but normally it was embarrassment, shyness, or even arousal he picked up on this way and not his body desperately working to heal all the inflicted damage.
Lucius keen nose was honestly a blessing. It helped him to treat is vulnerable mate correctly; otherwise, he would have no idea when he went too far with the exploration of the ravens body, or when his kisses became too fierce. Maybe, if Harry had been older already, there would not be such a need to be careful, but despite their slowly growing relationship, he would never trade Harry for someone else, regardless of how experienced the other person would be. Harry was his destined mate and he loved the boy more than anything else.
His hand, or more precisely his claws, were still caressing Harry's neck, just carefully this time. Normally, he liked to put a bit more force behind his gesture when he did this, he knew that Harry loved it when his claws pierced his skin, but the boy was in enough pain, regardless of how much he relished in it normally. There was probably a difference between him inflicting the pain or someone else. Only with Lucius would it have a sexual connotation.
He would like to explore this aspect of their relationship further; he had always enjoyed inflicting a little pain on his lovers, especially when they liked it as much as he did. Sadly, he always had to hold himself back in the past, but with a vampire mate, he hoped that he could one day finally pound as hard as he wished into a body and mark it freely with his teeth and nails to his heart's content.
Lucius had never admitted it to anybody, not even to himself, how much he liked these kind of games; as a Malfoy he had been brought up with a strict set of rules and one of those rules was to never harm a lover seriously, but with Harry and their changed bodies and likings, he would probably not need to consider it often anymore.
Another matter he had never admitted before was his liking for young flesh. He had always liked his lovers younger than himself, but not once had he considered someone as young as Harry. It would not have been appropriate anyway. Maybe his change and the fact that Harry was his blood mate had enhanced this ‘weakness’ of his.
Sure, he could have well built and muscled lovers around every corner, but nothing would ever arouse him as much as Harry's smooth body, his small pink nipples and his still undeveloped cock.
But it was not only the boy's body that drove him crazy:
Harry's big green eyes, his cute little tongue, that always darted out to moisten his lips when he was nervous had him throbbing on a regular basis.
Even more so did Harry's clear innocence, he portrayed with every look he gave Lucius and with every movement he made. The fact that his mate would always contain this innocence, regardless of how much experience he would get over the years, turned him on even more. That was the peculiar thing about being a vampire: Due to their dead condition, many developments have been stopped and they would never start again. That didn't mean that Harry would forget all their future sexual encounters, only that he would never become a devious lover, his mind would always stay in this innocent state in some way.
Only thinking about all these things had made him rock hard again. Sighing, he tried to calm himself.
Steps alerted him about Severus’ approach and as he looked up he saw his friend coming in.
"Is he asleep?" the man asked.
"Yes, he was only awake for about half an hour. His body is working on its healing, I can smell it," he answered.
Severus nodded: "The boy has had more luck than he realized."
"I know and it worries me that the Dark Lord has so much power over him," Lucius sighed.
"You know, that I am better Occlumency and therefore a better teacher?" Severus asked; addressing a topic they both knew would be a sore point between them.
Lucius growled lowly. He knew that his friend was right: Severus had always excelled at Occlumency, whilst he had been better at Legilimency, but the thought of allowing someone else entrance to his submissive’s minds and his secrets, was... ‘infuriating’ to say the least.
"I do not know if my dominant side will allow you teach him," he said after a while.
"I assumed as much and have therefore come up with an alternative plan that will hopefully soothe your dominant side," Severus sneered.
Lucius was unimpressed; he knew the moods of the Potions Master after so many years and had already known that it would not be easy for the man to watch him lusting after and caring for Harry Potter.
"I have found a spell that will establish a temporary link between you and Potter, without you using Legilimency; it would only irritate and overwhelm the boy if both of us forced our way into his mind. You will be able to see everything that I see and to supervise what I am doing."
Lucius pondered the idea for a moment; it sounded good and would hopefully be enough to soothe his protectiveness.
"We can try it," he agreed after a moment.
"Good," Severus said smoothly.
Lucius shifted so that he sat with his legs outstretched on the sofa, before pulling Harry onto his body.
"It is quite disturbing to see you like this," Severus drawled.
"I can imagine as much," Lucius chuckled amusedly, Severus had always been kind of a prude.
"How is your relationship going?"
"Good," he answered, knowing that it wasn't the answer Severus was waiting for.
The Potions Master sighed: "You know what I mean. But you want me to say it out loud, don't you?"
Lucius only smirked.
"You are a sadist," Severus grumbled but then asked: "How far have you two gone already?"
"Why are you torturing yourself by asking, Severus?" he asked with a lifted eyebrow.
"I already told you, I feel at least some obligations towards the boy. I am still one of his professors and as such it is my duty to watch over his wellbeing, as disgusted as I am with the idea."
Lucius sighed, why could his friend not admit his true reasons for his interest in his submissive? Maybe it was time to force Severus to be honest or at least to try to do so; the man could be even more stubborn than himself and that was saying a lot. Especially a lot of trouble in most cases.
"Admit it," he said. "You’re starting to see how similar Harry is to your late friend. Thanks to you, I knew Lily more than I would have liked at the time and far better than James Potter, and so I can tell how prominent she is in my mates character. Aside from his looks, he doesn’t have much in common with his father." Severus glared threateningly at him, but he went on: "And now you are asking yourself, if you have treated him too harshly all those years and if you could have become a father figure to him, even though you never got Lily in the end and had not the fortune to be her sons sire."
Severus jumped up and Lucius knew that he had overstepped his boundaries:
"You know nothing Lucius, so don't talk like you do, or you will experience how a Halfblood has succeeded in becoming the Dark Lords left-hand man!" The man turned on the spot and left in a rush of billowing black robes.
Sighing, Lucius turned back to the movie; he had obviously made a huge mistake, hopefully Severus would have calmed down by tomorrow.
He watched the whole first season of Sherlock and as predicted, Harry didn't wake up for the rest of the night, but he was happy with just sitting there, his submissive on his chest and tracing patterns over his back and neck.
When the sun started to rise, he picked up his submissive and carried him to their bedroom. Laying the small boy down, he quickly stripped to his underpants before climbing into bed next to Harry.
When he had drawn Harry to his body, he nuzzled his mate’s skin and sniffed carefully, to see how much he had healed by now. What he smelled calmed him instantly. Harry smelled much more healed in comparison to earlier and by tomorrow, he would hopefully be nearly completely healed.
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