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Goodbye Alice in Wonderland	By : windy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 21909 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter and properties are owned by JK Rowling. I don't make money from writing this fanfiction. The story contains spoiler of all Harry Potter series especially the Deathly Hallows. This chapter is betaed by Danyealle. I want to say thanks for her help.

Goodbye Alice in Wonderland

Chapter IX

Harry hummed while checking the potion he made. The scene eerily reminded him of previous time when he, Ron and Hermione brewed the Polyjuice potion. This time, however, he was brewing an aging potion. Harry had enough experience doing it during his Auror days that he was confident of the results. The reason why he was brewing this was because he planned to spend the Christmas holidays in his adult body.

Being twelve years old certainly wasn’t easy. Sure, there were advantages. But there were also disadvantages. Sometimes he had to remind himself to act like child but the most annoying part was how restricting being a child was. So, he planned to remedy it. Hence, the aging potion. Aside from that, Lucius would get the shock of his life when he saw Harry in his adult body. Smirking, focused his attention back to the shimmering potion.

When he was done, he went back to Gryffindor dorm. He was almost asleep when his two way mirror warmed up. “Lucius?” he asked groggily. “What is it?”

“I already took care of Crouch.” His husband replied.

“What?” he asked, sitting up. His head cleared instantly.

“I killed him and then burned his house.” Lucius admitted coldly.

“That’s…unexpected.” He responded. Harry knew that he should be bothered that Lucius was talking about killing someone that easily but he really didn’t care this time. The memory of dead Cedric Diggory was still fresh in his mind after all these years. “But, what about Crouch Senior and Winky?”

“I obliviated him then ordered him to take his elf to Diagon Alley. I also erased his memory about his son.”

“You’ve given a lot of thought about this,” he commented.

“Certainly, my dear. One must not act without planning.” Lucius replied mockingly.

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The news was in the Daily Prophet the next day. But, since there were no casualties, it was only minor news. If only people knew that Barty Crouch Junior was there…

“Any good news?” Ron asked with mouth full of food.

Hermione cringed in disgust. “Ron!” she admonished. “Don’t talk when you’re eating!”

Harry grinned at the usual bickering. “Nothing,” he replied. “But it’s good to know what happen in the Wizarding World.”

Hermione nodded. “I agree with you, Harry. Actually, I want to subscribe the Prophet too,” she admitted.

“Harry!” Ron grumbled, as if it was his fault Hermione decided that.

“What?” he asked innocently.

“Anyway,” Hermione interrupted. “Where are you going to stay during Christmas holiday?”

He brightened at this topic. “I’m staying with my godfather of course. This is the first Christmas I’ve had with him. I can’t wait for it!”

Hermione smiled. “That’s good for you, Harry.” She had heard from Ron about the state of Harry’s room when Ron and the twins went to Harry’s house. There was no doubt about how the Dursleys treated him. She felt like cursing them to hell and back.

“I’m going to stay at school.” Ron muttered.

Hermione frowned at that. “But why?”

“Mum and Dad are going to Romania to see Charlie. They’re taking Ginny with them so the rest of us will stay at Hogwarts.” Ron explained.

“Romania? It sounds very exciting.” Hermione said and began her lengthy monolog about the country that she had read on the books.

Harry would normally love to ask Ron, the twins and even Percy to stay with him. But not this time. He wanted to spend the holiday as himself. Free to do or to say whatever he wanted without pretending as twelve years old boy.

“Hello Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville.” A dreamy voice interrupted.

“Hi Luna,” they chorused back.

At first, Harry needed to ask the girl to join them but after awhile Luna came by on her own. “Have a seat,” he told her.

“Thank you Harry,” She sat down and began picking her food, as if it were the most natural thing to do. By now, the other Gryffindors were already used to her presence. Next to Luna, sat Ginny. She wasn’t quite as shy anymore near Harry, which was a good development. To help figh her crush on him, he often joked about having little sister and Ginny, along with Luna were the best candidates.

“It’s Christmas time now,” Luna said dreamily. “Beware of the Nargles. They like to hide in the mistletoe.”

Hermione snorted into her food. But Harry humored her. “Of course Luna.” He was used to this. Besides, Luna and her husband, Rolf Scamander did discover many new magical animals later even though as she grew older she came to accept that some things simply didn’t exist.

“I would love to go hunting Crumple Horned Snorkacks,” she said again a few minutes later. “The food is really delicious but I have to go now. Bye all.”

Ron gaped at her. “She is mental, I tell you.”

“Yeah. But I like her. She has value,” he responded, staring at Luna’s retreating figure fondly.

After breakfast, they went to Charms class. Since it was nearing the Christmas holiday, most of the students were too lazy to study so Flitwick spent the time showing them how to charm armors into singing Christmas songs. He was surprised when Harry joined him.

“Perfect, Mr. Potter,” the half goblin teacher gushed out. The only teacher who didn’t show any kind of a different attitude was Snape. He was, predictably, as gloomy as ever.

Finally, it was the day they left the school for Christmas holidays. Harry, Hermione, Luna, Neville and Ginny boarded the train together. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley would pick Ginny at the station before they left to Romania.

“I’m really excited,” he told them. “Christmas with my godfather!”

Hermione had other plan. “My parents are taking me to Bali. They want to escape winter this year.”

As for Neville. “My Great Uncle Algie will come to visit us. He’s still in Borneo now, collecting rare plants. He said he’s going to bring a black orchid for me.” His face, as usual, beamed as he talked about his favorite topic.

“It’s lovely,” Luna said. “Daddy and I are going to spend the day making anti Nargle charms.”

“That’s nice,” he said. “What about you, Ginny? It must be load of fun to visit dragon reserves.”

Ginny nodded. “Yes.” She said shyly. “Charlie has worked there ever since he graduated from school. Mum and Dad have been wanting to go there for ages.”

They spent the entire ride talking about what were going to do during Christmas and all. Finally, the train arrived at London. Harry and his friends had just got out off the train when annoying voice interrupted them.

“Saint Potter and his sidekicks,” Malfoy said, sneering at them. Crabbe and Goyle, as always, flanked his side.

“Malfoy,” he nodded. “Crabbe, Goyle.” He had resolved to not to take bait from the blond. So now, whenever Malfoy came to insult him, he merely raise his eyebrow and watched in amusement as Malfoy finally got frustrated by his unwillingness to cooperate and left in huff. Most times, stomping away angrily. Ron, of course, didn’t follow his example and often could be found exchanging insult and hexes with Malfoy. Hermione on the other hand, found the method very effective. That didn’t mean he let Malfoy insult him because if he felt Malfoy had overstep his boundaries then he would retaliate, with much more venom than anyone imagined. At least, he owed that to his husband.

Malfoy’s grey eyes scanned the situation. “No Weasel this time, eh? Staying in school alone while you and mudblood here abandon him. Loony, squib and she weasel. Is this the best you can do Potty?”

Hermione’s face reddened at the degrading comment. Neville looked like he was ready to attack Malfoy but Harry merely yawned. “Why, I have to say yes Malfoy.” He drawled back haughtily in a way he learned from Lucius. “Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna and Neville are the best friends in the world one could find. Which I can say is million times better than Crabbe and Goyle here.”

“You think that you’re so much better than anyone else, do you?” Malfoy said angrily.

“Well, I don’t think that I’m better than anyone else but I know that I’m much better than you.” He replied, looking at Malfoy as if the blond was a bug in the ground, waiting to be squashed by his shoes.

“Shut up, you filthy half blood!”

There were several gasps when Malfoy said this. In his rage, the blond boy had forgotten that they were in open space where anyone in earshot could hear them.

“Well, well, well, what is this?” Lucius Malfoy had arrived.

“Father!”

Lucius turned to him. “Mr. Potter, what a lovely surprise.” The man drawled.

“Mr. Malfoy,” he inclined his head. Lucius was alone, there was no sight of Narcissa.

“Draco, I have heard what you say to Mr. Potter here. Now, apologize,” Lucius ordered.

Harry snickered inwardly at the gobsmacked look on Malfoy’s face. The blond boy looked like the world was coming to end.

“After all, we must show our respect to the Savior of the Wizarding World.” Lucius said sarcastically.

Malfoy looked like he wanted to argue but decided against it. ”I’m sorry, Potter,” the boy spat out.

“Now, we must leave. Come, Draco. See you again Mr. Potter.” With that Lucius left with his son.

“Arrogant snob,” Hermione muttered in annoyance.

“Yeah,” Harry agreed. “I actually want to wash Malfoy’s mouth with soap.”

“Harry! Hey, Harry!” A loud voice called and he turned to find Sirius walking towards him with big smile plastered on his face. “Harry!” Sirius reached down and engulfed him in a tight hug.

“Urgh! Can’t breathe.” He complained.

“Huh? Sorry, Harry,” Sirius released him. “So, these must be your friends, eh?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “This is Hermione, Ginny, Luna and Neville. Ron stayed at school.”

“Hi, kids,” Sirius said cheerily. “I’m Sirius Black, as you all know. I’m Harry’s godfather.”

“Hi, Mr. Black,” they chorused.

“Oh no! No Mr. Black. I’m not that old,” Sirius looked horrified at the prospect of getting old. “Just call me Sirius. That’s fine by me. Or Padfoot.” He added after second though.

“Padfoot?” Neville echoed, only to blush in embarrassment as every pair of eyes turned to him.

“Yes! The handsome and young Padfoot!” Sirius declared arrogantly.

Harry rolled his eyes at his godfather’s antics.

“Mum! Dad!” Ginny suddenly waved her hand madly.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had arrived to pick their daughter. “We were looking for you, Ginny.” Mrs. Weasley said. “Hello Harry, Hermione.” She greeted them.

“Mum, Dad, this is Luna and Neville,” Ginny introduced them.

“Hello,” Luna said.

“Nice to meet you,” Neville said politely.

It was then Mr. Weasley noticed Sirius’ presence. “Sirius!” he said in surprise.

“Arthur, Molly.” Sirius said.

“We have heard the news,” Mr. Weasley said. “And we want to say that we’re sorry that we didn’t believe in you,” he finished awkwardly.

“It’s Peter’s fault,” Sirius said darkly. “That traitor!”

Seeing that the five children with them were listening, Mr. Weasley quickly changed the topic. “So, is Harry going to stay with you?”

“Yes,” Sirius replied.

Harry had forgotten that Sirius, his parents and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were the members of Order of the Phoenix so they had known each other. Sirius spent the next few minutes talking with the Weasleys when Hermione’s parents came. As usual, Mr. Weasley quickly rounded on Mr. Granger, interrogating him about Muggle devices. Finally, Mrs. Weasley dragged her husband away and bid them farewell. Luna and Neville were also saying goodbye because they wanted to search for their respective daddy and grandmother.

“Time to go home,” he muttered when it was only he and Sirius there.

“Yeah, come on Harry.”

As they walked out of the station, Sirius eyed his godson. He saw the whole scene earlier with Lucius. The man didn’t show any sign that he knew Harry personally. Still an arrogant bastard. Even though Harry said that Lucius was great - Urgh. He shuddered in disgust at that. He still didn’t understand why his godson would chose someone who was once a Death Eater and even older than James Potter, for crying out loud! Wasn’t there any other person than Lucius bloody Malfoy? And Lucius was still married to Narcissa too! And with a son!

“Well, what are you waiting?”

Sirius was jolted back to reality by his godson’s question. “Uhm, sorry, Harry.” He mumbled. He took out muggle pen from his pocket and extended it to Harry. His godson touched it and they were whisked away. They landed at the living room of Kensington Palace Gardens Number Three a second later.

But instead of going back to his room, Harry merely stared at his godfather in playful manner. “So, do you want to see Grimmauld Place?” he asked.

“Really?”

He smiled. “Of course. After all we’re going to stay there from now on.”



“Okay. Let’s go!” Sirius then frowned. “I never thought that I’ll be happy to set foot there.” He muttered but followed Harry to the fireplace.

Harry had forbid Sirius to see the newly renovated Black residence because he wanted to surprise his godfather. He also put a charm so Sirius couldn’t sneak there.

“Bloody hell!” Sirius swore. “Is this really Grimmauld Place?” he asked in disbelief. Gone was the dark and gloomy atmosphere. The house was warm and full of light. The walls had been painted light green to give calming effect and the wooden wood radiated warmth. The furniture was classic and complemented the room. Fresh flowers also decorated each table.

“Of course,” he replied cheekily.

“But-but…this is impossible!” Sirius argued. “You didn’t renovate the place! You destroyed and then rebuilt it!” he accused.

Harry merely shrugged. It was true actually. In fact he had to go as far as to admit that the only original thing about Grimmauld Place was its name.

“And where is my mother’s portrait?” Sirius asked curiously. Usually his mad mother would scream for hours.

“I blasted the wall and burned the portrait,” Harry answered.

Nothing prepared Sirius for that answer. He was silent for a long time before asking. “And Kreacher didn’t say anything?”

“The portrait of mad woman who spouted vile words is unbecoming for the house of Black. Kreacher knows that.” He replied. “It will only tarnish our image.”

Sirius was speechless. Harry behaved exactly like those pureblood snob. How came that happen? Must be Lucius’ influence…

“Kreacher!” Harry called suddenly.

The house elf popped in. “Master Harry called?”

Sirius stared in astonishment at the elf, who now was wearing a clean pillowcase with Black coat of arms embroidered on it. What the hell?

“Could you prepare dinner for us? I’m going to show Sirius the place.”

“Yes, Master Harry.”

“How is that happen?” Sirius asked. Kreacher had treated Harry as if Harry was his master and not Sirius. “The elf is mad! And now he is suddenly the most devoted house elf in the whole Britain!”

“I told you before. It’s kindness. I also helped him fulfilling Regulus’ last wish and now,” Harry gestured around him, “the Black residence is restored to its former glory.”

Sirius shook his head. “You are unbelievable…“

Harry ignored that and proceeded to show his godfather around. Grimmauld Place consisted of three floors, with basement and attic, completed with hidden room where he put all the artifacts he had ordered Kreacher to collect that were scattered all over the house before.

“This is the ground,” Harry said. “There are two living rooms, one for the guest and one for close friends or family, restroom, kitchen, dining room and sunroom. Also, we have small garden on the backyard.”

Sirius gaped at him. “You can’t be serious!”

“I did live here for a few years.” He reminded his godfather. “This is exactly like the place I lived him.”

Realization dawned on Sirius then. This was the Grimmauld Place in the future.

They moved to the second floor. “This is the master bedroom. Your room, that is.” He told Sirius. “This is my room. And that one is for Remus,” he said, grinning. Harry was pretty sure that between him and Sirius, they could persuade or trick Remus into moving in. Well, at least during holiday because Remus was going to be teacher in his third year. “There are two guestrooms and living room.”

Their next destination was the third floor. The floor contained five guestrooms and library. Inside the library, there was a fireplace. Above it, hung a giant picture of James and Lily Potter, holding baby Harry. Next to them, stood young Sirius and Remus. Harry chose the picture because it was the only one that didn’t have Wormtail on it.

Sirius freeze when he saw it. “Harry…” he whispered.

The persons inside the picture smiled and waved their hands but that was as far as they could go, being a picture instead of a painted portrait. Harry tapped the baby picture three times and the fireplace moved to reveal the hidden room. The dark artifacts, jewelry, precious gems, gold, antique porcelains, everything had been stashed there in display.

After showing Sirius around, they had dinner. Kreacher had cooked a delicious meal for them. “When will Remus come?” Harry asked.

“Two days before Christmas,” Sirius answered.

“Oh, well. We have to decorate the house without him then.”

That was what they did in the next few days. He and Sirius went for Christmas shopping and his godfather insisted that they buy the biggest tree they could find, to which Harry heartily agreed. Harry also bought presents for his friends, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Hagrid, Hogwarts faculty, Sirius and Remus. As for Lucius, he decided to give his husband Slytherin Locket. It was in his possession and he didn’t want it. Lucius, on the other hand, would be ecstatic to own it. As for the diadem of Ravenclaw and the cup of Hufflepuff, Harry would return it to Hogwarts.

After shopping was done, they decorated the tree and the entire house. Harry didn’t forget to decorate Kensington Palace Gardens Number Three even though the absence of his children dampened his mood. One day he would see them again, he would make sure of that. He and Lucius would get married then they were going to have James, Al and Lily again. And Harry would destroy anyone who stood in his way.

Two days before Christmas, as promised, Remus came to Grimmauld Place. Sirius was fidgeting the whole morning. When the bell rang, the man jumped out of his chair and ran to the door, wrenching it open.

“Moony!” Sirius yelled and hugged his best friend.

“Padfoot!” Remus hugged back. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I should have believed in you,” he said remorsefully.

“It’s all that traitor’s fault!” Sirius muttered darkly.

“What?” Remus asked, confused.

“It’s Peter who betrayed us!” And Sirius told his friend the whole story.

“I can’t believe it!” Remus said, shaking his head. “Little Peter. Afraid of everything. Who would suspect him?”

“And that make him the perfect spy for Voldemort,” Sirius spat angrily.

They sat there, reminiscing the past when a loud voice came. “Remus! You’re here!”

“Harry?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” He replied, smiling. It was good to see Remus again.

“He lives with me now,” Sirius informed.

“That’s great,” Remus said. “You got out off Azkaban. And now you have guardianship of Harry.”

“Well, I have Harry to thank for that,” Sirius said as matter of fact.

Remus looked at Sirius then at Harry, confused.

“Let me explain everything then,” Harry said.

Remus was gaping by the time Harry finished telling his story. The man found it hard to believe. More than that, he suspected that it might be a prank. He turned to his fellow Marauder. “Padfoot, is this one of your pranks?” he asked suspiciously.

Sirius grinned. “This will be one hell of prank but, sadly, no. Harry here is telling the truth.”

“But-but...It never happen before!” he protested. “I never heard something like this.”

“No one ever survived killing curse before either,” he said dryly. “But I’m still alive, aren’t I?”

“It’s magic,” Sirius said again. The man clearly enjoyed the moment.

Harry didn’t blame Remus at all for his skepticism. After all, Remus was the rational one of the Marauders.

“Just accept, it Moony,” Sirius said again. “It’s easier this way.”

It was easy decision to make. Rather than having Sirius nagging and whining all the time Remus chose to believe what Harry told him. Besides that, a child? He had a son? He never dreamt about it due to his being a werewolf but apparently he would find a woman who loved him enough to ignore the fact that he was a beast. Harry didn’t tell the name of his wife thought but Remus understood why he didn’t. It would be really awkward meeting her if he knew the fact.

“And I truly have a son?” he asked again.

“Yes,” Harry confirmed. “His name is Teddy. He is twelve years old and a Chaser for Gryffindor.”

Remus was stunned by this revelation while Sirius laughed out loud.

“You made me his godfather, you know.”

Sirius sighed suddenly. “I found out that my best friend is going to be a daddy.” He pulled a face. “And I’m going to be a grandfather. I’m too young for that!” a whining tone entered his voice.

“Just admit it Sirius,” Harry said, grinning. He had half jokingly and half seriously said that he would refer Sirius as Grandfather to his children. Sirius was mortified at the title.

“And you have children with Lucius Malfoy?” Remus asked, frowning. Actually, that came as a bigger shock, more so than the whole time travel thing.

“Lucius is great,” Harry replied.

Unlike Sirius, Remus knew better than to question his judgment. “If you say so, Harry.”

“What? That’s it?” Sirius asked in disbelief. “No interrogating him or checking to see he has been hexed or something?”

“Padfoot,” Remus began. “Harry was a Head of Aurors. He and Lucius had three children together. Based on the story, I would say that he lived a happy life.”

“I was.” He replied sincerely. “And I’m going to work to assure that the future I know will come.”

“Hey! Don’t be so gloomy!” Sirius said, reaching forward to ruffle his hair. “We’re going to help you, right, Moony?”

“Yes Harry,” Remus added solemnly. “We’ll stand by you.”

“Thanks, Sirius, Remus.” He smiled gratefully at them. Harry knew he could count on them.

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Boxes, ribbons, and wrappings cluttered the entire room, evidence of a rowdy, but generous, Christmas morning for Harry, Sirius and Remus. He got so many presents. Aside of the usual ones from Ron, Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley this year he also got presents from Ginny, Neville, Luna, the twins, Remus, Sirius and Lucius. The majority of his presents came from his husband though. They ranged from clothes, books, Quidditch kits, even jewelry, much to Harry’s annoyance. Lucius also gave him a pair of rectangular eyeglasses with gold frame. Exactly like he wore in the future. He quickly threw his old eyeglasses away and donned the new one.

“Where is Lucius anyway?” Sirius asked amidst seeing those presents the blond man bestowed to his godson.

“It’s Christmas so, obviously, he’s going to spend the day with his family,” he replied.

Remus was busy glaring at Sirius on Harry’s behalf. The boy clearly showed discomfort but tactless Sirius kept going on.

“So, he will come tomorrow,” he added. “And we’re going to celebrate Christmas together.”

Sirius would like to have said more but Remus kept sending him death glare that he finally relented, pouting.

“Remus, how long are you going to stay with us?” he asked.

“I have to go back at my office on 28^th December,” Remus said apologetically.

Harry nodded. “That’s good. You can go and resign from there.” He said firmly.

“What?” Remus asked, eyes wide.

At Remus’ expression he continued. “You’re going to be Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher in my third year. However, due the curse Voldemort placed on the position, you have to sign one year contract and leave before the curse works. After that you can apply again. Now, in the meantime, you should stay here and work for us.”

“Working for you?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “Sirius here, quite understandable, doesn’t care about the Black fortune and all as long as he can live comfortably in luxury for the rest of his life.”

“Hey!” Sirius protested.

Ignoring his godfather, Harry continued. “But you can help us to manage it.”

Remus blinked. “That’s…true actually,” he finished lamely.

“Harry,” Sirius interrupted. “I’m thinking where you get all of this nonsense about…well, you know what.”

“From Hermione, at first. She likes to spout the facts about the Wizarding World that she read on book. And then Ron. Well, Ron isn’t a bookworm but being raised in Wizarding World means that he knows things that Hermione and I don’t. Then Kingsley when I became an Auror. But, most importantly is Lucius. He taught me everything, about politics, media, and all.”

“Somehow, I’m really worried now.” Sirius muttered.

“Lucius is powerful because he knows how to use his influence. He comes from a long line of pureblood familys. He’s really wealthy and often donates here and there.”

“I call it bribery,” Sirius grumbled. Everyone knew that Lucius had too many connections because he fed them with money.

“Yeah, that too.” Harry admitted. “The Weasleys, on the other hand, come from a long line of pureblood family but they’re poor so they couldn’t do much. For example, if the Ministry wants to ban werewolves from getting job, they get support from people like Lucius. Who would hear disagreement from the poor Arthur Weasley? But it would be different if you, as the Head of Black family, say your opinion. What I’m saying is, you have the power, Sirius, to change the situation. If we do it right, the Blacks will be in power again and at that time when we oppose Voldemort openly, we have backing. Now, people are too afraid whether of corrupt member of ministry or someone like Lucius.”

“I have to agree with Harry here.” Remus said.

“How come my own godson and my fellow Marauder are plotting against me?” Sirius whined tragically. The world has come to end!”

“He’s right, Padfoot.” Remus said.

“I know that.” Sirius said. He understood all of that politics. It just that he tried to forget it because it brought out bad memories. “Fine. Do whatever you want. As long as we kill Voldemort in the end, I don’t really care.”

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The next day, Harry flooed to Kensington Palace Gardens in the morning. He had some preparations to take care of. Lucius came an hour later.

“Dobby!” he called.

The house elf popped in. “Yes, Master?”

“Where is Harry?”

“Master Harry is in Master bedroom. Master Harry say tell Master Lucius to come.”

Lucius raised his eyebrow. Now, what was Harry planning? But he followed his spouse’s request. He entered the bedroom and got a shock. For there, standing next to the bed, was Harry. Not a twelve year old Harry but adult Harry, dressed in red shirt and dark jeans. How could it be? He pondered as he took a step forward to his spouse.

“Aging potion,” Harry said, as if the young man knew what he was thinking.

“And how old are you now?” he drawled.

“Old enough to do this.” Harry said and the next moment two arms were around his neck and Harry’s slim body was pressed against him. Giving the situation, the only sensible thing to do was to kiss Harry. It was a long, fulfilling kiss and a few moments apart they were forced to break a part, needing to breathe.

“Lucius…” Harry whispered his name and stared at him with glazed green bottle eyes.

So he bent down and crushed his mouth against his spouse’s. It was Harry who ended the kiss first. “And old enough to make love,” Harry said, pulling him down to the bed.

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