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Out of Darkness	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 4978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Out of Darkness
- 2-Before the Darkness
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Consciousness drifted back into Harry’s body slowly. He tried to open his eyes, but darkness was all he knew. Lifting a weakened hand to his face, he felt his eyes. They were open, but no light came in. He started shaking violently in the crisp white bed, unaware of his surroundings. He was blind, and for all he knew alone.

“Hello” he said feebly.

There was no reply, no echo, nothing but a hollow word. His hands drifted to his body trying to feel if everything were there and intact. Evidently his arms were whole, his torso felt bruised, but otherwise intact. He explored the rest of his body, which was clothed in a thin cloth. Feeling around him, he felt the sheets of his bed which had an even texture, but not too soft. He didn’t feel the expected metal bars of a hospital bed, nor did his flailing reveal a nightstand or any other object near the bed.

Alone in darkness he covered his face and wept deeply. How could this have happened? He couldn’t remember anything. Not his name, nor his age, nor any other memory at the moment. He was alone and unknown even unto himself.

The room he was in was a large room with dark stone walls. Each wall claimed a portrait with a golden plaque underneath. Each subject in the framed portrait looked as thought they were sleeping. One red haired young man was leaning against a broom breathing silently, another representing a mousey brown haired girl resting her head upon a book, a sliver haired blond kicked back asleep in his dark green plush chair. The final portrait was the only one of the bunch who was not sleeping, only watching with deep concern etched on his face. When Harry had finally fallen back into a fitful sleep, the man in the portrait disappeared.

The room was empty save for a chair in the corner by the fireplace with a small table with a notebook on it. It was clean, warm and rather inviting for one who could see it. But for the blind young man on the bed, it felt like he was on an island in a sea of darkness.

The door to the room crept open and the man from the portrait entered. He moved to the bedside stroked the face of the young man upon it and called him by name.

“Harry” He whispered, “Harry wake up please.”

Harry stirred a little, and then bolted awake. His eyes were wide and searching, but a blue haze covered the once green emerald eyes.

“Hello” Harry spoke the word softly as if just by speaking he would make the presence he felt go away.

The man grasped a hand and Harry’s face turned into his direction.

“Here I am,” he spoke quietly, “do you know what happened?”

Harry felt a bit overwhelmed by the touch of another that tears began to flow. He shook his head, indicating he knew nothing.

“Where am I?” His voice hitched, “What is my name?” a sob broke loose, “Why…” he breathed in, “can’t I see?” He asked through growing sobs.

Calmly the man stroked Harry’s head, and tried to piece together his words carefully.

“You are Harry Potter, does the name sound familiar?”

When Harry heard the name it was like flashes in his memory were shooting off.

The first was a woman guarding a baby and a green flash of light, a large man pushing his stubby finger towards a cupboard and an even larger hairier man with kind eyes walking him down a busy street. Flashes of himself on a broom and a large crowd shouting his name, a red haired boy pulling him from a pit flew across his mind. The next memory was of a dying brunette girl saying his name and pointing behind him in fear, then darkness.

The man watched as Harry seemed to be jerking his head in different directions, and then saw a tear escaping down his cheek once again as his body slumped back. Bending over Harry, the man wiped the tear away softly, and his hair fell softly over his shoulder to cover part of Harry’s face. He went to move it back in place when a weak hand crept up to take some to smell.

Harry felt the brush of hair against his face, and a familiar scent filled his nostrils. He was unable to match the scent in his mind, but he knew it was familiar and comfortable. He reached up to feel the face of the man over him. The skin was soft as velvet, the cheek bones high and full of flesh, the lips parted as Harry explored them, feeling the suppleness. The nose was long, but not overlarge, and the forehead smooth. He felt the hairline and put his hand into the hair feeling the soft light texture of what felt like spun silk.

The man couldn’t breathe; the tentative touch of Harry’s hand was sending shivers down his spine. Each trace of his face sent pools of heat into his groin. He knew if Harry could remember him there might be a chance he can bring light into Harry’s world again.

Calmer than before, and assured of his safety, Harry let his hand fall back in place.

“Where am I?” he asked again.

“What do you remember, Harry?” the man asked.

“I saw my mother, my friends, and my enemy. The details are a bit hazy, but I know that there was a war with a very dangerous man, and my friends and family were his victims. I am not sure who and why he was dangerous, or how we fought him as I saw no weapons. But I don’t know much else other than I was tending a friend as she was dying when I was last attacked.” Harry recounted.

“You’re a wizard Harry, a mighty one, who defeated the Dark Lord, saved the wizarding world and me from a life of bleak misery. Alas you are correct that some of your friends died, but not all, those who remain are strong and waiting for your recovery. Most know you were struck by a follower of the Dark Lord, but none know where you are at the moment as the Ministry of Magic is still rooting out the followers left behind. Your friend was Hermione, and she saved your life with her last breath by casting a shield charm just in time. But it didn’t cover the whole of you, your eyes were touched briefly, causing your blindness and amnesia.” He revealed quietly.

Harry only nodded taking in the information as it filled the gaps like puzzle pieces.

“Who are you?” Harry asked.

“Someone who was asked to care for you by the Ministry and someone you knew very well. But I cannot tell you directly, you must come to remember of your own accord. The spell targeted specific parts of your memory, and I am bound by magic to have you fight for the memories yourself. I can only help by showing you and hoping you remember.” The man said solemnly.

This made Harry fight harder with his memory to try and place that familiar scent and features.

“May I touch you again?” Harry softly inquired.

Harry was unable to see the tears running down the man’s face as he smiled, “of course.”

Harry reached again for the familiar person in front of him, willing himself to remember. He touched the face, the soft cheeks, and then the supple lips which parted in a heated gasp. An idea crossed Harry’s mind and he clumsily pulled the man’s face down towards his own. His lips searched out those of the soft trembling man above him. As they met, shards of light pierced his mind, a beautiful blonde flashed momentarily in front of his mind’s eye only to be replaced with darkness and passion. Cautiously he parted the man’s lips to taste the familiar sweet depths. His vigor was matched by the man’s own as their tongues danced passionately in time. Harry was getting lost deeper into the sensations as he felt hands start to glide up his body. He felt so alive as if he could feel more with out his sight.

The man was enraptured by the kiss, taken by surprise, but lost in the familiar passion that ensued. He hoped it was a sign the Harry remembered him, unsure he tried to keep an emotional distance, while part of him was rejoicing in touching his love again. Without thought he let his hands slide over the familiar territory remembering ever inch of sculpted flesh underneath the flimsy nightdress. Not wanting to break contact of their kiss, but wanting to taste more he reluctantly left his lovers mouth to focus on the more delectable neck before him. His tongue traced the groves made by the veins, and he suckled the sweat leaden skin drinking in the essence that was purely Harry. His hands wove their way under the night shirt to contact the pure skin driving his body to jerk from the electric contact.

Harry moaned easily as he let the man take over control, his body shivered under the light flicks and traces of tongue, felt loved as if he was the only person this man wanted. The electricity from the contact of this man’s hands on his skin sent more images slicing through his mind. He and his blond lover entangled in each other, moving as one together. When warm fingers found a hardened nipple, Harry could no longer see the images, but knew who this healer of his soul was.

Tears of joy, love and wonder started flowing from Harry’s eyes. The man could only look on in wonder and cradle him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to go to far…” he stammered.

Harry only smiled and laughed. “You never did understand when I cried because of love did you Lucius?”

Lucius stilled, and then held tighter to Harry.

Harry reached out his hands searching for Lucius’ face, he groped till he found the hair which he followed up to the head. Framing Lucius’ face in his hands, Harry brought the man down for a kiss. He started tracing the outline of Lucius’ lips with his tongue then gently sucking first the bottom lip into his mouth and nibbling it, then the top lip and finally he explored that succulent mouth which was already making moaning sounds that turned His heart to jelly. Finding Lucius’ tongue he started swirling his own around the tip of his lover’s tongue then sucking it into his mouth.

Lucius was unable to speak and move from the sheer power of the kiss Harry was delivering. His own self-control was ebbing, while breaking the kiss he pushed Harry further back onto the bed and covered that muscular form with his own. At last, he felt as if he could bring his love the care he so desperately needed. Finding the tasty flesh of Harry’s neck, he traced the contours to Harry’s ears and began to breathe heatedly on them while tracing the lines with his tongue.

“I want to devour you, love.” Lucius whispered.

Harry shivered in anticipation spreading his arms above his head in surrender. He wanted Lucius to remind him of all their wonderful times together. He needed the comfort, the passion and love that only Lucius could provide.

“Bring me home Lucius.” Harry begged.

~ I will write more if you want it... otherwise consider it a Oneshot
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