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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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Draco watched Harry drop to the ground, unconscious, and looked around for his Father.

He heard Severus shouting his father’s name and turned his gaze to the man only to find him unmasked and fighting two opponents as he stood over a masked and hooded figure that was also apparently out cold.

Draco cursed, firing off spells at the Death Eaters that were too close to him and Harry’s insensate body for his comfort, then cast a featherweight charm on the other teen and picked him up, throwing him over one shoulder, dodging spells as he ran to where Severus was guarding his father.

“Draco-? What in hell’s name-?” Severus began, before Draco cut him off.

“I’m not sure. He took down Voldemort and then he turned toward me, then his eyes rolled up into his head and he dropped.” The blond explained.

Severus frowned. “The bond doesn’t usually affect the other member like this, unless Harry’s soul is being affected by something. If that’s the case—“ He paused to fire off a sectumsempra “—then they need to be moved. It’s not safe out here.” both Severus and Draco shot off spells at Macnair, who was quickly taken out by two DA members. “They need to be moved inside where they will be protected until they wake.” Severus finished.

Draco bit his lip. “What if—“

“They will wake.” Severus told the blond firmly. “Lucius is not one to be taken out so easily, and if you’ve been paying any attention at all these past few years, you’ve noticed that Potter’s luck won’t let the boy die until he reaches a ripe, old age.” Severus finished. “Pick him up, let’s get them to the hospital wing.” He told Draco, slinging Lucius over one shoulder.

They headed toward the castle, fighting off the few Death Eaters that tried to accost them with the help of the DA and a few Order members. Neville’s group was stationed about halfway to the castle with Kingsley and Tonks backing them up, fighting off any Death Eaters that ran out of the forest, spilling the fighting onto the grounds.

Neville nodded at Draco and Severus as they passed with their baggage.

“He’s dead, it’s just Death Eaters now.” Draco told Neville before hurrying into the castle.

Neville called out the information to the others and they took to fighting with buoyed spirits and even more ferocity.

Severus was nearly jogging, and Draco hastened his steps in order to keep up. He’d never seen the man move so fast before.

They got to the hospital wing and Draco placed Harry in one of the beds, Severus laying Lucius in the bed beside him.

Lucius moaned, moving restlessly, turning onto one side and nearly falling off the bed.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake!” Severus spat in disgust and levitated him off the bed, putting him in bed with Harry.

Lucius curled around the teen and fell silent, calming again.

“Apparently, convalescing mates are to be kept together.” The dour man told Pansy when she came by and saw the odd arrangement.

Pansy nodded. “I’ll make a note of that. What happened to them?” She asked, as Poppy bustled around a few DA members who had broken limbs, and one who was shaking like a Cruciatus victim.

Draco shrugged. “I don’t know. Harry defeated You-Know-Who, then he just passed out. It’s really weird.” He said.

Pansy hummed. “The weird always does seem to happen to him, though, doesn’t it? Poor Luscious is probably just suffering from spill-over.” She scanned them for injuries. “This scan says they’re just unconscious, but it doesn’t say why. I can tell you it’s not simply sleep, though. The brain area is glowing yellow, not blue. I’ve never seen yellow before.” She murmured.

Poppy came over for a moment. “No one’s ever seen yellow before, there’d be a record of what it means on the books if someone had.” She explained. “Then again, Mr. Po—Malfoy is always a special case.” She turned to Draco and Severus. “Are you two injured?” She asked.

Severus and Draco shook their heads.

Poppy looked them over. “Mr. Prince,” She looked pointedly at Draco, “If you want to stay, you can, since you are their son; I understand if you want to be here in case they wake soon, but you,” She raised an eyebrow at Severus, “We need you on the battleground. You are nearly unmatched in battle, you’re our best fighter. You alone could very nearly tip the balance between losing lives and saving as many as we can.”

Severus nodded, then bent to kiss Draco. “I’ll come back, don’t worry.”

Draco nodded. “I’ll be waiting. Don’t close the bond, no matter what. I need to know how it’s going.” He said.

Severus nodded once, then left.

*****

“Harry?”

Harry could feel himself floating in a void, nothing but white mist surrounding his body. The only incongruous thing about the scene was Lucius’ disembodied voice intruding on his serenity.

“Luce? Where are you? I can hear you, but I can’t see you!” Harry called out. “I’m not sure where I am…” He trailed off unsurely.

Lucius was silent for a few moments, then his voice came again. “I’m in my mental landscape right now, outside of my Occlumency shields. I suspect you may be in yours. I managed to fix the bond—it was damaged, for some reason—and force it open enough to reach you, but I don’t know how we’re to get out.” The man said, sounding more than a little bit agitated.

Harry sighed. Lucius forcing the bond open fully wasn’t exactly an act of God, but it had the same effect. “It figures. I finally defeat the Big Bad, only to get trapped inside my own mind! Bloody wonderful.” He said sarcastically.

Lucius was silent for a moment, and Harry felt his shock clearly through the wide-open bond. “He’s truly gone? For good this time?” He asked in slight disbelief.

“Oh, yes.” Harry confirmed lightly. “I watched him shrivel into a husk with my own eyes. I doubt anyone can survive that.” He knew Lucius could feel his glee as he proudly announced: “I flash-boiled him!”

Lucius’ side of the bond sent him a bolt of disgust at the thought, mixed with a fair bit of pride in his warrior mate. “Did you? Fitting.” Lucius returned mildly. “Well, how exactly did we get into this mess?” He asked.

Harry frowned, spinning around a bit, seeing nothing but mist in every direction. “I’m not sure.” He said softly, getting a bit worried. “What if we’re trapped for good?” He asked quietly. “I wanted to have five kids with you.” He added in a sad whisper.

Lucius growled at the sadness coming through the bond clear as crystal. “Harry, don’t get maudlin! We’ll make it out of here yet. I just didn’t think to come up with any plans before I forced the bond open. Getting to you was priority number one.” He confessed. “First we need to figure out who was pulled into their own mind first.” He told Harry. “I heard Draco scream your name a few seconds before everything went black for me, so you probably went first.” He mused.

Harry nodded to himself, though he knew Lucius couldn’t see it. He knew the man would feel his agreement no matter what, since the bond was wide open at the moment. “I killed Voldemort and was turning around to help Draco when my vision tunnelled and then, I woke up here. I was here for about ten minutes or so before you started talking to me.” He said. “I don’t mind it overmuch, it’s peaceful and all, but I had plans, you know?” He finished in dissatisfaction.

Lucius chuckled. “Well, so did I, so let’s work on getting out.”

Harry sighed, tilting to one side until his feet found what was apparently the ground. It was solid, at least. “So how do we do that?”

Confusion came though the bond. “Walk toward my voice?” Lucius suggested. “If nothing else, you’ll eventually arrive at the bond, and we’ll be together.”

“Alright.” Harry said lightly, setting off toward the man’s voice. It seemed to reverberate all around him, but the source of it was in a discernable direction, so that was good news.

“So, my Love, when, exactly, were you planning on having those five children?” Lucius asked.

Harry thought for a second. “I don’t know. Soon.” He said.

He felt a bit of hope filter through the bond, right before Lucius asked, “I was hoping we could start on that family now, if you’re amenable to it. The final decision is, of course, yours, as it is your body, but I admit, I am eager. And they would have playmates, as Draco is expecting already. Granted, they will be their nieces and nephews, but that’s not so unheard of, in Pureblood circles. They would still act like cousins, being of the same age.” Lucius told Harry.

Harry considered his words for a moment. “That’s true.” He said. “I suppose we could start right away. Hermione won’t like it, but—“

“It’s not her decision, and if you want me to explain that to her for you, I will.” Lucius said firmly.

Harry smiled and knew Lucius could feel the gratefulness Harry felt at that. “It’s fine, I can handle her.” He said lightly. “We do have that vacation you were talking about coming, once we’re out of here.” He reminded the man.

Lucius hummed. “I know.” He purred. “We need to get out of here, then we can go to the island and share a bottle of wine, now that you can have grapes, and get started on our first child right away. I can’t wait to see you round with my child. I will warn you, I will probably be rather handsy while you’re carrying my child. Narcissa hardly ever let me touch her while she was pregnant, but I was, understandably, fascinated with her changing body. She spent most of the time cranky and belligerent. I hope you’ll be more even-tempered. So far, you are more personable than her already, so that bodes well for your pregnancy.” He said.

Harry found the bond and poked at it. He felt a jolt of something almost like electricity travel through his hand and arm and sucked in a breath, pulling his arm back reflexively. “How did you force the bond open? Didn’t touching it hurt you?” He asked in mild alarm.

Lucius sighed. “Harry, getting to you was priority number one.” He said, sounding like he was explaining the most obvious thing in the world to a very slow person. “Any pain was a secondary concern. I had no idea how you were doing. For all I knew, you were scared, alone, in an unfamiliar place. I had to have some way of getting to you, and once I found the bond, the solution was obvious. I will never leave you alone if I can help it. Unless I have told you where I am going. I do sometimes have to travel for business, of course.”

“My arse.” Harry muttered, then added in a louder tone, “You won’t be leaving me alone ever, Lucius!” He said firmly.

“Love, I have things I am involved in that I don’t want you to be party to—“

“Too bad, then get out of them, because I won’t sit by and let you go gallivanting all over the world without me. No way, no how!” Harry snapped.

Lucius was silent for long moments before he sighed. “Very well, I will find ways to take you with me or I will pull out of those dealings. I’m wealthy enough without them.” He said. “Anyway, can you see the tiny silver thread-like thing leading from the bond deeper into the mist?” Lucius asked, changing the subject.

Harry looked over the bond. It was a large, white, pulsating oval that led into what Harry assumed was Lucius’ mental landscape. He noticed a silver thread leading off of it that glowed and occasionally gained a very pale greenish tint. “Yes.” He said slowly. “What about it?”

Lucius laughed softly. “I’m fairly certain that if we follow it, it will lead us to our magical cores. If we can find those, there may be a clue as to how we can get out there. It’s worth a try, at the very least.” He said.

“Alright, then.” Harry said happily, “Let’s start walking!” He set off, following the thread.

After walking for a few minutes, Harry found that the mist was string to clear. “The mist is going away. Is that a good sign, or bad?” He asked.

Lucius hummed. “Yes, I noticed that, too. It’s a good sign, we must be nearly there.”

Harry continued walking for a few more minutes, then the mist completely cleared, and he saw a huge, glowing green ball of light. “Wow.” He breathed, watching it slowly pulsate. “Is that my magical core?” He asked Lucius.

“Big, glowing sphere?” Lucius asked.

“Yeah.” Harry answered.

Lucius chuckled. “Yes, that’s it.”

Harry walked up to it and eyed it. “What will happen if I touch it?” He asked.

“I don’t know. I wouldn’t advise it, though.” Lucius answered, circling his.

Harry stretched out a hand. “Let’s find out.” He said, and reached out to touch the ball. He felt a tingle work its way up his arm and through his body, then his awareness rapidly dimmed, fading to black.

*****

Harry woke and looked around. He was in the hospital wing, in a bed with Lucius, whose body was wrapped tightly around his own, even unconscious as he was. He could hear Lucius’ voice in his mind, calling to him frantically.

‘I’m fine.’ He answered mentally. ‘I touched it, and then I woke up. Touch it. It’s fine, it just tingles a lot.’

Lucius quieted, then sighed. ‘Very well.’

There was silence for several moments, then Lucius opened his eyes. “Thank Merlin.” He wrapped his arms around Harry. “You stupid, stupid Gryffindor.” He breathed into his ear.

Harry grinned. “I prefer brave, daring Gryffindor, personally.” He quipped.

There was a soft snore from next to the bed, and Harry disentangled himself and turned over.

Draco was slumped in a chair, asleep.

Harry reached out and touched his knee, and the blond jerked, waking up.

Draco smiled. “Harry! Father! Madam Pomfrey, they’re awake!” He shouted excitedly.

Madam Pomfrey came over, looking tired, but happy. “Oh, thank goodness! How are you two feeling?” She asked, scanning them for residual injuries. They came up clean. “You gave us quite a fright, we had no idea what was wrong.”

Harry smiled. “I feel fine.” He said, then his stomach growled. “Hungry, actually.” He amended. Poppy nodded and left to finish doling out morning potion doses to those that needed it.

Draco chuckled. “Well, it is nearly breakfast time, and you didn’t eat much dinner last night.”

Harry sat up. “How did the battle go? Did we lose anyone?”

Draco bit his lip. “Well, Teddy Nott fought for the Death Eaters, so he was taken down, and… Dennis Creevey. I know you knew him. I’m sorry.” He said softly.

Harry’s breath left his body in a rush. “He was only fifteen.” He whispered, gutted. “We shouldn’t have let the DA fight.”

Draco shook his head. “No, Harry, we needed them. They fought well, and he died a hero’s death, he’ll be remembered and honoured.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Harry said softly. “How did my generals do?” He asked jokingly.

Draco smiled. “They all did great. Neville especially. He held the grounds from those who escaped the forest. It was something to see, let me tell you!”

Lucius placed a kiss over Harry’s mating mark, and the teen shivered. “Stop that!” He said without any real heat, placing a hand over Lucius’ mouth and pushing it away from himself.

Lucius chuckled. “Harry, we made it out alive.” He reminded the teen.

“I know that.” Harry said. “What’s your point?”

Draco smiled. “It’s time to celebrate the end of a war.” He said. “We have two weeks off school.”

Harry smiled. “Good. Me and Luce are going on vacation for a week, as soon as we’re cleared to get out of here.” He told Draco.

Poppy came over and summoned a house-elf, ordering breakfast for two before she turned to Harry. “You’ll be free to go once you eat.” She told him and Lucius.

Lucius smiled. “Yes, Ma’am.” He said.

Harry leaned over to give him a kiss. “Well, we made it, Draco and Severus made it, and we only really suffered one loss for our side. All in all, I think we did pretty good.”

Lucius nodded his agreement. “And now we can finally get started on the next chapter of our lives.” He said happily.

Harry smiled widely. “Yes. Time to start our family.” He agreed, taking Lucius’ hand in his.

THE END

To clarify: The bond was damaged because Harry’s soul became bound to Voldemort’s as a result of the failed Killing Curse he hit Harry with, which is also why he didn’t die when it rebounded; Harry’s soul was tethering him to life. When he died at Harry’s hand, the bond was broken, but since it had only been fuelled with negative emotions, it didn’t take Harry down with him, but it tried to, which is why he fell unconscious. I would have explained that in the story proper, but couldn’t find a way to make it fit in anywhere.
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