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The Power Of Love	By : Marblez Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5431 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The Meeting.

Lucius woke at his normal hour but took twice as long getting ready, his nerves forcing him to sit down and wait for his hands to stop shaking. He couldn't even button up his shirt without the nerves of seeing his son getting the better of him. Dressing in layers to hide his too thin frame and letting his hair hang loose to cover his exposed cheekbones Lucius picked up his cane and limped to the kitchen, deciding to have his meagre breakfast there with his house elves rather than alone in his study.

"Good morning Master Lucius," Nippy spoke in his squeaky voice, "Your cup of tea is almost ready. What would Master Lucius like for his breakfast today?"

"Just some toast please Nippy," Lucius lowered himself down into on of the wooden chairs around the kitchen table. "With marmalade, no butter." Nippy nodded and set about whipping up Lucius's breakfast, the toast and tea before him on the table in no time at all. "Thank you Nippy. I'll be going out for lunch."

"Yes Master Lucius," Nippy smiled up at the white haired wizard, the platinum blond hair had lightened even more thanks to time and his illness. Lucius ate slowly, watching the clock in the kitchen as he did so. Once done with his meal and after having a chat with Nippy about what needed to be done to the manor he went up to his study, passing the time by reading a book about the 'Wars of the Dark Lord'.

In no time at all it was half eleven and he summoned his cape to his side. As they had set no time Lucius was going to be at the Café just before twelve, the general time for a lunch date. He didn't want to chance missing Draco by turning up later than that. It had been so long…he didn't want to miss his chance.

"I do not know what time I will be returning Nippy, keep the fire in my study going until I return," Lucius ordered calmly, knowing that even though the room was empty his house elf would hear his order and obey it. Nippy always did.

The alley was as busy as ever when he apparated in and someone bumped into him almost immediately, sending him crumbling against a wall. He'd already been feeling weak from the magic he'd used. Taking a deep breath and forcing his legs to work properly once more he stood up strait and walked the short distance to the Café Merlin. It was one of the smaller café's on Diagon Alley and had a rustic theme to it, everything about it was more traditional than most places were nowadays. Lucius hadn't actually been there before but it seemed like quite a nice place. A bell jingled above the door as he entered and a waitress dressed in a smart black uniform with a white apron walked up to him.

"Table for one?" she asked, picking a menu up from a stand nearby.

"Um, two actually. My-My son should be joining me shortly," he smiled nervously at her and felt almost relieved when she gave him a broad smile back and picked up another menu.

"This way then sir, there's a table in the window free. That way you'll be able to see him coming," her voice was light and held an almost musical quality to it. He nodded his thanks and followed her to the cloth covered table, sitting in the seat facing the door. "Would you like a drink while you wait?"

"A cup of tea would be very welcome," he answered, watching as she scribbled it down on her little notepad and then walked off towards the kitchen. Every time the bell above the door jingled Lucius looked up from his cup of tea which was oddly fascinating for his nervous mind and every time for an hour he was disappointed. And then finally at 12:50 the bell jingled and when Lucius looked up that time he was met with the familiar face of his son, well almost familiar face. Draco looked older of course but also tired, a little warn out. "Draco." He said quietly, rising from his seat on shaking legs.

"Hello father," Draco said quietly, walking the short distance to the table, "I'm sorry I'm late. I had to sort out a sitter."

"You're not really late Draco, we never set a time," Lucius smiled nervously as they sat opposite each other, "Here's your menu," Lucius handed over the black book and Draco took it with a quiet thank you. To say they were a little nervous and tense was a rather large argument. "You look…well."

"Thank you," Draco smiled softly, "Most people tell me I look like death warmed up. They say I stretch myself too thin."

"Do you?" Lucius asked, pretending not to be studying his sons face.

"Sometimes. With four children it's necessary to burn the candle at both ends," Draco looked down at his menu, "You look…well." Lucius smiled sadly.

"Don't lie Draco, I know how I look," Lucius tucked his hair behind his ears as the same waitress from before came over, asking them if they were ready to order their meals, "I'd like the Chicken Caesar Salad please with some buttered bread on the side if you could."

"No problem. And for your son?"

"Um, I'll have the Cod and Chips please," Draco said quietly, "With no lemon and no beans if that's possible."

"Of course. Any drinks?" her hand was busy scribbling away as she asked.

"A Pepsi please," Draco answered.

"Another tea," Lucius nodded to his almost empty cup.

"Right, I'll be back with your orders in a few minutes," she gave them a smile as she picked up the menu's and then walked away. Now neither father or son had the menu's to try and distract themselves with.

"So…you said you wanted to talk," Draco coughed awkwardly.

"Yes," Lucius nodded and swallowed the lump in his throat, "How have you been? Why-Why didn't you let me know how you were? I worried…for so long I worried," Lucius bit his lip to force himself to give Draco a chance to answer.

"I had to get away," Draco answered quietly, "From everything. I'm…sorry I didn't write. I started so many letters but I didn't want anyone else to know where I was. I'm sorry you worried. How did you find me?"

"I hired a private detective," Lucius laughed, "And he found you."

"You did all that to find me?" Draco asked in slight surprise.

"You're my son," Lucius spoke as if that was the answer to ever question in the world, "I had him looking for you even before I knew that-" He looked away from Draco suddenly and stopped himself from speaking.

"Knew what?" Draco asked.

"I'm dying."

"What?!?"

"Here's your drinks," their waitress was back, interrupting them briefly to put their cups down, "You'll food will be ready in a minute." She left and Draco blinked at Lucius for a few moments before speaking again,

"What did you say?"

"I'm dying," Lucius felt his eyes tearing up as he saw Draco's mouth move as if he were trying to speak, "In the final battle the Dark Lord cursed me and that curse has caught up with me. I doubled my efforts to find you when the Doctor's confirmed it. I didn't want to die without speaking to you again."

"Father…"

"The curse is like a muggle cancer, it's eating away at me, bit by bit, day by day. I have a few years left, so they tell me, and I want them spent with you, with your children, with my grandchildren. I didn't want to die alone," Lucius wiped a shaking hand over his eyes.

"Here's your meals, I hope you enjoy them," neither looked away from each other as the cheerful waitress put their plates down.

"You're really dying?" Draco asked once she was gone, neither of them making a move to touch their food. Lucius nodded,

"I have made preparations. I've left everything to you and your children, the manor, the money, everything that goes with the Malfoy name goes to you. Except for a small amount a year which I have left to Harry and Jason, no matter how much Mr Potter wants to deny it Jason has Malfoy blood in his veins and will get something when I die," Lucius picked up his knife and fork, beginning to push his food around his plate like bowl.

"How can you be so calm?" Draco asked, his voice sounding choked. "We've…we've only just talked again and now your…"

"This is why I needed to find you, to talk to you. Before it was because you are, my son and I missed you. Now, more recently, it was because my time with you was going to be limited. I want to invite you back home, to the manor," Lucius finally ate some of his salad. "I want to get to know you again."

"Oh God…" Draco gasped, a hand covering his mouth. It was all so sudden, being found, joining the wizarding world again, Lucius's condition and now his offer…"I need to think father. I have a life that I don't know if I can leave yet and my children, I don't…"

"I'm sorry, that was too sudden of me. But if you do decide not to move back at least promise me you'll visit. It's so empty, it's always empty," Lucius continued to play with his salad, "I'd like the manor to be filled with children's laughter again, like it was when you were a boy, before the Dark Lord sunk his claws into our family again and the world changed."

"I-I will bring my children to the manor. Of course. I never wanted to keep them from you but, I had to," Draco sighed sadly, looking out of the window. "I will talk with my children. We will talk and think and decide." He took a deep breath, his mind in a whirl of thoughts. His father was dying. He could go home. But he couldn't think straight. "Let's-let's eat. And talk. We-We have a lot to talk about. Eleven years worth of stuff I expect."

"Yes, we do have a lot to talk about," Lucius smiled a watery smile, "And your foods getting cold. Now, tell me about my grandchildren. I want to know…I want to know everything."

Father and Son talked for almost two hours, eating their lunch, eating their desert and then going for a walk along the Alley. Draco's heart clenched at the frequent stops they had to make on their walks to allow Lucius to breath or lean against a wall. By the time they parted their ways Lucius knew many things about the Grandchildren he'd never met.

He knew what each of them looked like thanks to a photograph Draco kept in his wallet. He knew that Elly loved to dance and longed to take ballet and tap lessons. He knew that Kian was very proud of the fact that he knew his entire alphabet, both spoken and writing. He knew that Jamie loved sports and activity, that he hated to be trapped indoors or standing still for too long. He knew that Elly was as girly as a six year old could be. And he knew that Kai loved to read about everything and anything.

And yet he wanted to know more.

"We shall come to the manor in two days time," Draco had said with a smile as he prepared to leave, "I have enjoyed today father."

"So have I Draco, more than I have enjoyed any day in many years," Lucius said sincerely, wishing to pull Draco into a farewell hug but unsure how it would be received just yet. "And I will await your visit anxiously. Is there-is there anything your children will need?"

"Just something's to entertain themselves with, book and puzzles will do enough. I think they'll be happy just to meet you…once I tell them about you. I've never on purposely kept it from them, they know that they have a Grandfather and now they will meet him." They smiled at each other, just as the Knight Bus rounded the corner of the road at its usual reckless speed. Draco held out his wand to call it to a stop, his hand reaching in his pocket for the return ticket he'd bought earlier.

"Well…this is goodbye then," Lucius's smile turned sad and the bus slowed down as it approached the stop.

"For now," Draco turned back from the edge of the road, "Goodbye father." And then he leaned forwards and pulled Lucius into the hug he'd wanted all day. They held each other tightly for a few scarce moments, breathing in long forgotten and much missed scents. "See you again soon." Finally the younger of the two broke the hug, pulling away and stepping onto the bus.

"Yes, see you soon Draco. My son." And Lucius watched the Knight Bus and his son move away from him, not looking away until it had skidded out of sight around a sharp bend. And then with a slightly sad smile he apparated home.

A/N There we go, hope its satisfied you lot. Next chapter: 'Grandfather'.
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