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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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“What kinds of scars could he possibly have?” Severus sneered. “I was under the impression that he had rather a cushy life with his relatives.”

Lucius sighed. “Did you completely disregard what you saw during Occlumency lessons?” He asked. “The images I pulled from his mind were quite alarming, and I imagine you found much of the same.”

Severus rolled his eyes. “So he was punished a little more harshly than other boys, what of it? He’s an irrepressible rule-breaker, he deserves it.”

Lucius shook his head. “That wasn’t normal discipline, Severus. There are scars from a belt and a large cane on his back, as well as a few on his chest. He’s been keeping them glamoured for years, perhaps since his first year here. I wouldn’t ask if it were something I could easily do myself, he’s already given me so much trust. He’s decided he wants the scars gone, and it would be easiest to remove them with help. Will you help me, or should I do this alone?” He asked.

Severus sighed. “Fine, Lucius, I will help. I will persuade Draco to give us two hours after dinner to work.” He said. “That should be enough time.”

Lucius nodded. “More than, I would hope. Thank you. Harry already knows to expect a faux detention as a cover tomorrow. Just make something up.”

Severus smirked. “That will be the easy part, I assure you.”

*****

“Draco, I need to ask for a few hours alone after dinner tonight.” Severus said without preamble, walking into the bathroom as Draco stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself.

“Alright. What for?” He asked curiously, walking over to the mirror and applying the face cream he used every morning.

Severus shook his head. “I know you hate secrecy between us, and trust me, I feel the same way, but this is not my story to tell. It’s something involving your father as well, but even he can’t tell you, so don’t go asking him to, it won’t do you any good. I will leave the bond open so you can have peace of mind, but try not to pry, that’s all I ask.” He bent and kissed Draco’s neck. “I have to get to breakfast. Hurry up and get ready.”

Draco hummed distractedly, drying his hair with a quick charm. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes, I only need time for something light. My stomach’s a bit off today.” He said.

Severus nodded and left the bathroom, thinking furiously. ‘He never once touched any powder, and still that smell was all over him…’ He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. ‘I’m looking up a few things in the library once Potter and Lucius leave.’

*****

“Potter, detention with me tonight, directly after dinner.” Severus snapped as Harry’s cauldron billowed purple smoke into the air.

Harry sighed. He knew the detention was just a cover, but he’d been hoping he’d at least get today’s potion right. Clearly, that wasn’t going to be the case. “Yes, Sir.” He said despondently.

Hermione patted his arm consolingly. “You added just a bit too much armadillo bile.” She whispered.

Harry shrugged. “Well, I’m paying for the mistake now.” He said with a grimace.

He cleaned up his station as the rest of the students turned in their samples and Hermione turned in their failed potion.

As they left the room, Hermione gently nudged Harry. “You did say you were trying to get along with him better, right? Since he was friends with your mum?” She asked.

Harry shrugged. “Yeah, but I don’t see how this is going to help that any.” He muttered.

Hermione smiled. “Just think of it as bonding time. The more time you spend in each other’s company, the better you’ll get to know each other.”

Harry snorted. “Hermione, the man’s been in my head.” He pointed out. “And I’ve gotten into his a time or two, as well. I don’t think there’s much we don’t already know about each other, and he obviously doesn’t like what he’s found in mine.”

Hermione huffed. “Oh, you know that doesn’t count!” She said emphatically. “Have you ever sat down and talked? Like normal people do?” She added.

Harry chuckled a little. “Not as such, no.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Well, that’s how most people make friends with each other, why don’t you two give it a try?” She suggested.

Harry smiled. “I’ll make the suggestion, but if he kills me for it, I want the words ‘I listened to Hermione Granger’s advice’ on my headstone, alright?”

“Fair enough.” Hermione said. “I’ll make sure it’s arranged.”

*****

Harry headed down to the dungeons, stopping at the door to Severus’ office. He could hear voices inside, so he knocked.

Lucius opened the door and smiled. “Hello, Love.” He said happily and leaned in to kiss Harry.

“Get out of the way, Lucius, and let’s go.” Severus’ irritated voice sounded from behind the blond.

Lucius chuckled and stepped out of the doorway, letting the other man by.

“Draco will be out for two hours, during which time we can easily get this done.” Severus said, leading the way toward his rooms.

Lucius and Harry followed him, Harry nervously biting his lip.

“Stop abusing your lip, things will be fine.” Lucius assured Harry, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. “You’ll see.”

Harry nodded. “It’s just… Besides my family, you’re the first person to have seen…” He sighed. “And I’m not exactly on good terms with Severus, so-“

“Did I give you leave to address me so familiarly?” Severus drawled, stopping and turning to face Harry just in front of his door.

Harry flushed. “Sorry, Sir, I just felt that it might help us build a friendship if we didn’t keep so many walls between us.” He explained. “And I’d like that.” He added. “To be friends with you, that is. Or at least friendlier.”

Severus pursed his lips, then nodded once. “Keep to Sir and Professor in the classroom, and we can make an attempt at being cordial to each other. Or at least civil.” He allowed.

“So I can call you Severus?” Harry asked hopefully.

Severus sighed. “At the moment, yes. Don’t abuse the privilege. And never shorten my name. Only Draco gets away with that.”

Harry smiled. “Of course.”

Lucius smiled as Severus opened the door, letting them both in. “See, you’re already making progress. And besides, Harry will feel more relaxed if he can see you as a friend. Or at least as something other than an adversary.” He reminded the man.

Severus nodded. “Right. All right, Pot—Harry, you’ll need to take your robes and shirt off and lie down.” He transfigured the couch into the same bed Harry and Draco had slept on over the summer. “On your front. We’ll take care of your back first.”

Harry was already taking off his robes and laying them over the chair Severus usually sat in to read. He stripped his shirt off and set it on top of the robes, then turned away from the two men and dropped the glamour.

Lucius winced as the scars shimmered into view.

Severus just stared for long moments. Then, he swore. “I appear to have been mistaken.” He admitted quietly to Lucius.

Harry lay down on the bed as Severus went to retrieve the paste.

Lucius sat beside Harry’s head and brushed the boy’s fringe out of his eyes. “This will hurt, but it will be temporary. It’s best if we remove the scars all at once, so that the pain of that is over with quickly, because if we give you time to tense up between the scar tissue removal, you’ll just bleed more.” He explained as Severus came into the room holding a large jar.

“I trust you. Just get it over with.” Harry said.

Lucius smiled. “Ever the Gryffindor.”

“That which does not kill me only makes me stronger.” Harry said with a small smile.

“Alright, Lucius, are you ready?” Severus asked. “Harry, please spread your legs a bit, we’ll need the jar somewhere we can both reach it.” He said.

Harry spread his legs and Severus set the jar between them, scooping some of the paste out and spreading it over his hands.

Lucius waited for the other man to nod to him, then began the chant to remove the scar tissue from Harry’s back, tracing the path of each scar as he chanted, and the tissue began to dissolve, leaving bleeding gashes along Harry’s back. As soon as the chant had been repeated twice and the scar tissue was completely gone, Lucius put his wand aside. Severus was already spreading the healing paste over the uppermost wounds, massaging it in.

Harry whimpered, turning his face to bury it in the mattress as he breathed heavily through the pain.

Lucius covered his hands with paste and began working from the bottom, watching as the skin quickly grew in, red and raw at first, but quickly taking on the golden tone that the rest of Harry’s skin boasted.

“How are you doing?” Severus asked, fingers dipping into the jar to get more of the paste.

“Fine.” Harry’s voice was strained.

“Liar.” Severus muttered.

Harry snorted. “Well, it doesn’t feel good, obviously.” He shot back, yelping when Severus’ fingers dug in a bit harder than the man had intended.

“I apologise. I’m not exactly accustomed to doing this for others, some errors may be made.”

Severus and Lucius finally met in the middle, watching as new skin formed over the last of the marks, smooth and unmarred by the abuse he’d suffered in the past.

“Do you feel better now?” Lucius asked.

Harry nodded.

“Now the front, if you have any scars there.” Severus said firmly.

Lucius smiled. “I’ll do the front myself, Severus, he only has a few. No one is touching his chest but me.”

Severus snorted. “Possessive already, I see.” He murmured, but shrugged as he spelled the excess paste off of Harry’s back before the teen turned over. “Fine by me.” He added. “I have no carnal interest in the boy, he’s completely not my type, I assure you. My tastes of late run toward pale blonds with far too much arrogance to be healthy.”

Lucius smirked. “Truly, Severus, I’m flattered, but not interested.” He quipped.

Harry giggled as he looked up at the two.

Severus rolled his eyes. “Submissive blonds, I should say.”

“My mistake.” Lucius said lightly as he covered his hands with paste again.

Severus began the chant, tracing the pattern of scar tissue over Harry’s chest. It only took once repetition for all the tissue to be dissolved, and Lucius immediately began smoothing the paste over Harry’s chest, carefully avoiding the nipple ring which was bared and watching as the skin regrew quickly.

Harry hissed a bit as Lucius’ hands ran over the open wounds, but made no more sounds past that.

Severus sat back and eyed Harry contemplatively. “I may have been wrong about you.” He said softly. “I pride myself on being able to see the signs of abuse in my Slytherins, and sometimes others, but I overlooked you, because I so badly wanted to be free to despise you. All I saw was your father in miniature, and you hid things so well most of the time that I didn’t have to try too hard to convince myself that you were a well-adjusted, spoiled boy like your father was. I see now that I was wrong.”

Harry smiled up at him. “It’s fine, I did try to hide it, and I would have been upset if you had found out. I don’t want anyone to know.” He said, as Lucius finished and spelled his hands free of paste.

Severus nodded. “You are healed now, so don’t go looking for injuries, because I don’t like keeping secrets from Draco, and I won’t do it for you again.” He added firmly.

Harry sat up and chuckled. “Trust me, I intend to keep away from belts and overgrown bullies with sticks from now on.” He promised.

Lucius spelled him clean and handed him his shirt. “Hurry up and cover up my property, I don’t like it being on display.” The man ordered.

Harry snorted. “Yes, Master.” He answered cheekily.

Lucius licked his lips. “I may have to impose a rule that you always address me that way.” He mused.

Severus groaned. “Could you two save the foreplay for once you are out of my rooms, please?” He requested.

Harry blushed and got up to grab his robe. “Right. Sorry.” He mumbled.

Lucius shrugged. “I suppose if we must.” He turned to Harry. “My rooms? We can have a drink and put this experience behind us. You could use time to recover from the ordeal.”

Harry nodded and the two left the rooms.

Severus waited for ten minutes before heading to the library. He needed to check out a few books on Fae and High Elves. He’d find out what was going on with Draco’s scent one way or another.

*****

Lucius poured two glasses of Firewhiskey and turned around to find that Harry had taken off his robe and shirt again and was lounging in his chair shirtless, grinning brightly.

“Minx. May I have my chair?” Lucius asked in amusement.

Harry got up and waited for Lucius to sit down, then grabbed one of the glasses of Firewhiskey and sat in his lap. “I like this chair.” He said. “It smells like you.”

Lucius chuckled. “Yes, it does. Because it is my chair.” He pointed out.

Harry took a sip of his drink and laid his head against Lucius’ chest, listening to the man’s steady heartbeat. “We’ll just have to share, then.” He said lightly.

“Oh, will we?” Lucius asked.

Harry nodded, trying not to move his head too much. “Mm-hm. But you love me, so sharing won’t be a hardship.”

Lucius hummed in agreement, burying a hand in Harry’s feathers and stroking them. “How do you feel? Is there any lingering pain?” He asked.

Harry shook his head. “No, I feel fine. Some spots are a little tender, but it’s fading fast, so I should be back to normal in an hour or two.” He said.

“Good.” Lucius said. “We have plans that need to be made regarding our wedding. Do you know about the different types of bindings there are to choose from?” He asked.

Harry frowned and shook his head. “No. Why don’t you tell me, so I can make an informed decision?”

Lucius smiled. “That was always my intention, Love. There are older bindings and newer ones. Most people now use the newer ones, which are binding until one or both parties wish to sever the ties, although divorce is very rare in the Wizarding World. I married Narcissa using newer vows, which my father was very upset about. The older vows are more binding; they are of the lifelong variety, and some last even past that. In order to use the older vows, we must have a purity spell cast beforehand on both of us, though that can be done in public or privately.”

Harry flushed. “How many people have the spell cast in public?” He asked softly.

Lucius smiled. “If you are embarrassed about it, don’t be. Many wizards and witches are still virgin at your age, and most of those that have the spell cast choose to work it into the marriage itself, usually right before the vows are spoken. No one will look down on you for your purity; quite the opposite. In fact, you being you, if you choose to have the spell cast and we use an older binding, your popularity could cause the older bindings to come back into style.” He said in amusement.

Harry chuckled. “I hate that my name carries so much weight with it.” He told the blond. “What are the older bindings? Because I know I plan to stay with you forever.” He said firmly.

“Well,” Lucius paused to take a long sip of his drink. “There are the magic bonds, where we would join our magic to each other’s, in order to draw on our combined power if ever we need to. Those are the only ones that do not include a fidelity clause, though one can be added in if desired. The most popular right now are the magic and life bonds, like Severus and Draco’s. Those and any stronger bonds will demand full fidelity between the spouses. Both forms of the aforementioned bonds will let you know if you are soul mates already by showing you past lives where you’ve soul-bound to each other, if there are any. The soul bond is the most permanent, for those that want to stay together for life, and stay together in the afterlife, before being born into two bodies whose destiny it is to find each other in the next life. Whether or not you fall in love and soul-bond again is dependant on many factors, but the odds will be in your favour.” He finished.

Harry took a few minutes to mull things over. He made his decision and met Lucius’ eyes. “Would you be willing to soul-bond with me? I don’t like the thought of losing you. Ever.” He admitted.

Lucius smiled. “I would love to soul-bond with you, Harry. In fact, there have been a few signs I’ve noticed that point to the fact that we very possibly already have been soul-bound.” He traced Harry’s lips with a fingertip. “I’d love to find out, and renew that connection, if it is there.”

Harry beamed at him and leaned in for a kiss, which Lucius readily granted.
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