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Of Purebloods and Wings	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 38882 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Harry knocked on Lucius’ classroom door and heard the man’s voice bid him enter. He walked in, smiling. “Reporting for detention, Sir.” He said, with a salute.

Lucius just sighed and shook his head. “Cheeky brat.” He muttered.

Harry laughed. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

“If you can’t take your detention seriously, I could always have Severus oversee it.” Lucius offered.

Harry winced. “Please don’t.” He said.

Lucius’ lips twitched. “Then at least pretend at contrition.” He requested.

“Fair enough.” Harry shrugged. “I’m sorry I got caught.” He said.

Lucius nodded. “Interesting choice of words. So you aren’t sorry about the note-passing itself, I take it?”

Harry thought for a second. “Well, I suppose I’m sorry Hermione didn’t wait until History of Magic to start the note. We wouldn’t have gotten caught in that class.” He shrugged. “We might be getting lazy from too many teachers we don’t have to watch ourselves around.” He explained.

“I see. Well, did you finish your reading today?” Lucius asked.

Harry nodded. “Yes, I finished it all ten minutes before class let out.”

“Good.” Lucius said in a satisfied tone. “In that case, just get started on your homework. I see no need to punish you for something you refuse to regret, and at least this way, I know you are using your time in a productive way.”

Harry chuckled and sat down, pulling out parchment, a quill and his Transfiguration book. “So basically this time is going to be used as a study hall?” He asked, as he inked the quill and opened the book to the pages that held the information his essay was on.

“I’m sorry, did you have other plans?” Lucius asked with a small smirk.

Harry pouted. “I was hoping we could… Talk. Or something.”

Lucius shook his head. “Yes, I’m sure I have a fairly good idea of what the ‘or something’ might entail. Shame on you.”

Harry chuckled. “I have no shame. Completely unfamiliar with the concept.”

“I can tell. Get to work.” Lucius turned his attention back to the papers he was grading.

Harry focused on his essay, smiling faintly.

*****

“All right, I suppose an hour and a half is long enough.” Lucius said. “Come and get your sheath.” He said, holding up the item in question.

Harry put his things away and walked over, taking the sheath back and putting it in his bag.

“So what have we learned today?” Lucius asked teasingly.

Harry grinned. “Don’t get caught.”

Lucius chuckled. “Right. But break the rules anyway.”

“That’s what I’ve always done, and it’s served me well so far.” Harry said with a shrug.

Lucius stood and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Come on, I’ll walk you back to Gryffindor Tower.”

Harry held up a hand. “Hang on. I spent my free period after lunch looking up a few spells, and there’s something I need to do first.” He said.

He waved his wand and conjured a few measuring tapes that began whirling around Lucius, measuring, as a quill and parchment began recording the results.

Harry watched with a small smile on his face. “Nice to know it works.” He said simply.

Lucius just sighed and stood still while the tapes measured him. “Was this really necessary?” He asked resignedly.

“Yes.” Harry said, as though the answer were obvious. “I need your measurements, and I assumed you’d want me to get them while we were alone. Was I wrong?” He asked, eyebrows raised in query.

Lucius sighed. “No, I suppose not, though the hands-on method of getting my measurements would have been more enjoyable for us both.”

The small scroll of measurements rolled itself up and flew into Harry’s hand. The teen smiled and pocketed it. “I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t have been as accurate. I get distracted around you too easily. Now all I need to do is meet up with everyone this weekend and get the robes made.” He tilted his head, looking over Lucius consideringly. “I think I know what colour I want, too.” He mused.

“Oh?” Lucius asked. “Care to enlighten me?”

Harry smiled and shook his head. “Not just yet. You’ll find out when it’s time.”

Lucius shook his head in fond exasperation. “Of course. Well, shall we go, then?” He asked, holding out his arm.

Harry took it with a smile.

*****

Harry finished the last bit of writing he had left, and closed the journal. He’d found a new use for the spell that highlighted passages in a book that pertained to a certain topic to help you find what you were researching, and he was about to find out if all the effort he’d put forth was going to be wasted, or not.

He was hoping he’d at least get something out of the deal, but some people were hard to pin down, and this was someone he’d never gotten along well with.

There was nothing for it but to try, however, so Harry rolled up the long roll of parchment and headed out of Gryffindor Tower, picking the quickest route to the dungeons. Draco had Quidditch practice now, so if Harry was lucky, the man would be alone, and hopefully in a good mood. Or whatever passed for a good mood for him.

Harry clutched the roll of parchment tightly as he made his way down to Prince’s quarters. He’d come to realize, through his mother’s journals, that they had been the closest of friends, and with the amount of times she’d wished she could turn to him for advice, the sheer number of passages that had started with the words, ‘Severus, what would you say if I were to tell you that…’ Harry had realized that if she’d been so close to the man, if she thought of him every time she needed someone to turn to… Perhaps Harry needed to talk to the man, to get his perspective on what Lily had been like as a girl. And maybe he should start by calling him by his first name, at least in the safety of his own head.

He came to the man’s rooms and knocked on the door.

Severus came to the door after a moment and Harry steeled his nerves. “I brought something for you, and I hoped we could talk. I found my family’s journals in the Potter Vault, and I copied down everything my mother wrote in hers either about you or to you.” He said holding out the roll of parchment, then licked his lips nervously. “I was wondering if… You could tell me about her, since it’s obvious you knew her well. Please.”

Severus reached out to take the scroll from Harry, and after a moment’s hesitation, his hand closed around it and he took the roll of parchment. “I appreciate this, but I have very little willingness to talk about sensitive matters with you, and that would indeed be what such a discussion would be.” He said firmly, and shut the door.

*****

“Severus!” Lucius stood, setting his drink on the table in between the couch and the fireplace. “He risked that reaction to bring that to you, hoping that a peace offering would be enough to get you to open up to him! And now, in return, you’re pushing him away, like a child! Would Lily stand for you treating her only son like that?!”

Severus turned to Lucius, fangs bared in his anger. “I’m not asking you to be my conscience! Kindly stay out of it!” He growled. “It’s none of your business!”

Lucius strode to the door and opened it, to find Harry a few meters down the hallway, walking away slowly, shoulders slumped in dejection. Lucius could clearly see that the boy was miserable that his efforts had been wasted.

“Harry!” Lucius called out. “Come here.”

Harry turned around at the sound of Lucius calling out to him. “But, Professor Prince—“

“You two are going to have this conversation, and I am going to stay and act as a mediator to ensure that things go well, and that neither of you lose your heads.” Lucius said firmly.

“Lucius, I hardly think—“

“That much is clear, Severus.” Lucius shot back before he could finish. “So I will be doing the thinking for both of us in this instance.”

Severus’ mouth shut with an audible ‘snap’ and the man sat in his chair, obviously cowed by Lucius, though clearly still fuming. The man always had ruled every Slytherin younger than himself, and a few older, as well. Severus still couldn’t overcome the blond’s iron will, and had given up trying to years ago.

“Come here, Harry.” Lucius repeated firmly. “Don’t make me ask again.”

Harry gulped and forced himself to cover the distance separating them.

Lucius reached out and pulled Harry into the room. “It’s a good thing Draco is not here to witness this.” He muttered. “His own mate acting like a recalcitrant child.”

Severus growled softly.

Lucius turned to the man and straightened to his full height, his own, louder growl answering the quiet challenge.

Harry sat down, trying to make himself very small in the face of the two dominants’ battle of wills.

Severus’ growl tapered off first, and the man turned his face away from Lucius’ gaze with a heavy sigh. “Fine.” He said through gritted teeth.

Lucius sat on the couch beside Harry. “Now, Severus, all he wants is a few of your memories of his mother. You don’t have to share anything too painful or any secrets she may have shared with you. Just tell him a bit about what she was like, so that he can feel a bit more like he knows his mother.”

Severus licked his lips, thinking. “Lily was… She was my first friend. My only friend, before Hogwarts.” He admitted. “She was kind to everyone, she made friends easily. I was not so lucky. We connected at first because I was the only person living nearby her who knew about magic, and didn’t think her strange for the things she could do. She and I spent a lot of time together. She loved the outdoors, while I… Just wanted to be out of my house.” His hand fisted where it was resting on his knee.

Harry bit his lip. “Did she have a favourite colour? Or animal?” He asked, desperate to know the small things about her. The things most people didn’t think important. The things she wouldn’t have written about in her own journal.

Severus smiled. “She loved purple, specifically the lighter shades of it. And pink, though she couldn’t wear it; it clashed with her hair awfully.” He laughed softly.

Harry smiled at the thought.

“Lily loved animals, though she seemed more drawn to cats than anything else. She once found a litter of kittens that had been abandoned by their mother. We waited near them for four hours, and when the mother did not show up, we carried the cats to her house. She took them all in, and found homes for two of them. The other three she kept. She named them Spot, Bootsie and Peaches.” The man recounted.

Harry bit his lip. “She wrote in her journal about getting a kneazle, right before she became pregnant with me. It’s name was Tambulan, and it was pure white.” He said softly.

“I can see that.” Severus said, nodding. “She would have loved seeing you grow up with a pet around all the time. She felt that animals were so much more genuine than people. They held no duplicity.” He explained.

Harry sat up straighter. “What were her favourite classes?” He asked.

Severus chuckled. “Charms. And Potions. She was brilliant at Potions.” He met Harry’s eyes. “Which is why I am so surprised that you show such ineptitude in the art.” He said, sneering slightly.

Lucius sighed. “Severus.” His voice held a clear warning.

Severus sighed and rolled his eyes. “Lucius, this is clearly not going to wo—“

“Would she be proud of me?” Harry’s voice was small and tremulous. “If she were alive now, would she be proud of me?” He pressed on.

Severus shut his mouth and met Harry’s eyes. They were wide, pleading, and tears were pooling in them.

A few tense, silent moments passed before Severus closed his eyes.

“She would be immeasurably proud of the young man you’ve become. She’d love you more than life itself. She already did, before you’d done anything to deserve it.” He said quietly. He stood up, and walked toward his desk, sitting down behind it and laying the scroll Harry’d brought with him on top of it. “Lucius, if you would please take the boy and leave me for a while.” He said quietly.

Lucius nodded. “Thank you, Severus. I know this means a lot to Harry.” He said quietly, gently steering an overwhelmed Harry toward the door.

“Thank you, Sir.” Harry said, as a tear freed itself to trail down his cheek. “That does mean a lot to me.” He whispered.

Harry and Lucius left the room.

Harry turned to face Lucius as soon as the door closed behind them. “Thank you, Lucius. You didn’t have to do that.” He said, wiping the errant tear away.

“And you did not need to write out those passages you’re giving to Severus that will mean so much to him. But you did. You deserved at least some return for your time and effort. He’d never know that she thought of him after she married James, but for those passages. He’ll appreciate them, I’m sure.” The man told Harry, cupping his cheek and smiling down at him. “You’ve done something good for him. Once he gets over his initial, emotional response, he’ll be properly grateful. Severus is not one to forget a kindness willingly bestown upon him.”

Harry smiled weakly, and Lucius bent to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

Draco’s voice suddenly intruded on their kiss. “Oh, please, not in the dungeons! You have all the rest of the school where you can kiss!” He whined.

Lucius chuckled, breaking the kiss. He turned to face Draco. “I’d head back the way you came, if I were you. Severus needs about an hour to himself yet. Harry has given him something that will make him very emotional. Give him time to get over it, unless you want to face down an embarrassed and defensive mate.” He advised.

Draco rolled his eyes. “Alright. Mind if I come with you, then, while he cools down?” He asked.

Lucius looked at Harry. “Is that alright?” He asked softly.

Harry nodded. “So long as you promise you won’t feel weird about holding me until I’ve calmed down some.” He said.

Lucius eyed Draco. “Can you be around us showing affection without making any disparaging comments?” He asked his son.

Draco sighed. “Probably. For the most part.” He answered.

Lucius nodded. “Then yes, you may join us.” He allowed.

Draco smiled. “Good. I’ll be glad when the Quidditch season is over.” He commented lightly, stretching his arms above his head. “Practice is brutal lately.”

Harry snorted. “Don’t see why. The best your team can manage this year is second place, after all.” He quipped.

Draco sighed. “Gloating doesn’t become you, Potter.” He groused.

Harry shrugged. “It’s not gloating, exactly. Just stating a fact, and you know it.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

“Don’t roll your eyes, Draco.” Lucius said absently.

“Right. Sorry, Father.” Draco responded quickly. He had long since stopped wondering how his father knew he was rolling his eyes when the man wasn’t even looking at him. He assumed it was just a parent thing.
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