White Horse

Summary: Harry is forced to marry Lucius Malfoy as punishment for Draco's demise. With the Dark Lord a mere breathe from killing him, how will Harry cope with his child impending birth, the war, and the mysterious figure plaguing his dreams.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Harry Potter they are the sole property of Stephanie Meyer/J.K. Rowling and other affiliated companies. Except for the characters, I create.

Pairings are as Followed:

Brief Pairings: Harry Potter/Lucius Malfoy, Charlie Weasley/Draco Malfoy, Bella Swan/Jacob Black, Jacob Black/Scorpius Malfoy, Emmett Cullen/Rosalie Hale.

Main Pairings: Harry Potter/Emmett Cullen, Nymphadora 'Tonks' Lupin/Remus Lupin, Sanguini/Edward Cullen, Esme Cullen/Carlisle Cullen, Alice Cullen/Jasper Hale, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom/Blaise Zabini, Narcissa Malfoy.

"White Horse", Taylor Swift, from the Fearless album. Oh, I use lyrics that describe Harry's feeling for the chapter; I expect that they have a more profound meaning as opposed to verses from a poem or story

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Say you're sorry

That face of angel comes out

Just when you need it to

As I paced back and forth

All this time

Cause, I honestly believed in you

Holding on the day treks on

Stupid girl, I should've known, should've known

That I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale

I'm not the one you sweep off her feet

And lead her up the step well

This ain't Hollywood

This is a small town

I was a dreamer before you came and let me down

And now it's too late for you

And you're White Horse to come around

White Horse, Taylor Swift

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Chapter One: Despicable Mean's to an End

"Headmaster, you wanted to see me sir." Harry asked as he stepped into the room, he was immediately taken aback by the sight of both Lucius Malfoy and Fudge sitting in one of the Headmasters chairs. He couldn't help but to wonder what those two men were doing here, they were both the absolute bane of his existence.

Fudge and his trumped up charges against him last year, and siccing that bitch Umbridge on him. Not to mention those slanderous writings about his mental health made his fifth year utter hell. And Malfoy Sr., well he did trick the man into freeing his elf so he was pretty sure that the man hated him a bit more than Fudge and Voldemort combined.

"Ahh, young Mr. Potter. Please come and take a seat." Dumbledore greeted him warmly as usual, before sweeping his hand to side in indication for him to take a seat."

Harry narrowed his eyes at the man, something did not sit right and he had a feeling that whatever reason he was here it was not something he was going to like.

Shaking his head at the Headmaster gesture, "Umm, Headmaster I rather stand."

He did not feel too comfortable with his back turned towards either men (Malfoy more), constant vigilance as Moody always said.

"If it's alright with you gentlemen." He added taking a quick sweep of the two. Malfoy made no indication of haven't heard him while Fudge kept wiping the sweat off his brows.

"Um, well sir why am I here exactly."

Dumbledore stopped smiling and stared at Harry with sad blue eyes, his expression grave.

"Harry, do you recall the incident involving young Draco Malfoy."

Harry flinched at the question, how could he not. He had watched a child die, enemy or not no one deserved what befell Draco Malfoy. Is that what his father was here for closure?

"I, I do sir."

Turning to Mr. Malfoy, he couldn't help the slight grimace. He knew not the pain of losing a child or anyone of significant; his own parents were faces he could only be familiar with through a photo book, "I am so sorry for your lost Mr. Malfoy sir. And if there's anything, anything at all taht I can do to help you. Then please let me know."

At his words the man turned to stare Harry, the look on his face caused Harry to take a step back. The man smile was so, so evil, so feral. It made him immediately wish to run out of the room. Gulping he stood his ground and stared the man down, before Dumbledore coughed. Breaking the uncomfortable silence

"Then its settle, I am so happy for you two. Congratulations are in order." Dumbledore exclaimed jovially as he clasped his hands together. Fudge gave a weak smile towards Harry and an even weaker clap.

What in the hell was wrong with these people?

"Wha-what, the bloody hell are you talking about Headmaster. What good news?"

"Mr. Potter, I am well aware that due to your muggle upbringings you have no idea just how our world functions. You see, due to the fact that you did play a role in my only child and heir death by law you must pay me in equal terms of my grievance."

"Wha-what, you want me to give you my child." He very much doubted that Ginny would be willing to give any of their children to Malfoy, even less that Malfoy would actually take one of their child, the spawn of a Weasley. Last, he checked they all hated each other. "What the hell are you Rumpelstiltskin?"

The three men stared at him in confusions. Rolling his eyes at the wizards, he decided to elaborate.

"Rumpelstiltskin was a tiny little man who tricked some stupid girl into bartered her first child, so that she may complete some king's task. When the kid was born he came to collect but the girl wanted to renege on the deal so he took her if she could guess his name then he would leave her and her baby alone, forever."

"Ahh, interesting take. I would very much like to read this book." Dumbledore mused, his fingers running through his beard absently.

Malfoy and Fudge stared at Dumbledore in shock in disbelief, as though he'd grown a second head. The man was absloutely barmy. How he ever defeat Grindelwald, and got Voldemort to fear him he has no idea, maybe genius and insanity were closely related. He prayed to whatever deity that someone killed him before he got as crazy as Dumbledore.

"No, Mr. Potter I would not be doing something plebian. You will be giving me a new heir but not in the way you think." As if he would accept a child sired by Potter and a Weasley, shudder.

"Oh and how is that."

"Lord Malfoy has agreed to offer us assistance in the defeat of the Dark Lord."

"Oh, really now. What happened he grew a heart or is he doing this for the greater good?" Harry asked mockingly, sarascim dripping

"No." Dumbledore finally answered after a pause. His tone betraying just how he felt about this whole situation, something told Harry that he wouldn't very much like just what his place in this scheme was.

"Th-the deal wa-was that fo-for his help, you…umm, would be offered up as a…." Fudge stuttered out, before Harry eyes widened at his words.

"No, no, no way in hell. Whatever it is you offered him, I won't be doing. No way in hell."

Malfoy expression was one of glee; Fudge at least had the decency to look ashamed of just what his role in this whole deal was. And the Headmaster, well the Headmaster had his usual smile, blue eyes twinkling. His actions could only be described as one of indifference; Harry was just a means to an end. The manipulating old coot, he seriously wished that one day he would choke on one of his lemon drops, and that he would stand over his convulsing form and slowly watch him die.

"Mr. Potter if you refuse this deal then you will be sent to Azkaban." Fudge interjected in that annoying superficial tone. Everyone knew who held the real power in the Ministry, and that was not Cornelius Fudge.

He could barely contain the vomit that rose up his chest at the admiring glances he was sending Malfoy Sr. way. Harry rolled his eyes at the sheer stupidity of the man, you didn't get into bed with a person like Malfoy and expect to come out smelling like roses. There were consequences to his actions, and oh, how he would enjoy watching them both get their just desserts. "Tch, then take me there I rather spend the rest of my life trapped in that hellhole. Then be forced to marry that man."

"You have no choice Mr. Potter, seeing as you are still under age the decision falls onto your magical Guardian."

"And that would be…"

Both men turned their eyes towards Dumbledore.

"I can-I can't believe you." harry said as he slowly back towards the door, his form shaking

"Harry it's for the greater…"

Thump!

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Harry groaned as he slowly came to, touching his throbbing head he winced as he caught sight of blood on the digit.

"I see you have a flair for the dramatics."

Twisting around he caught sight of one Lucius Malfoy. He snarled in outrage at the man. How dare he just sit there as though nothing was wrong, he just ruined his life for God sakes.

Looking to his right, he noticed a small ceremonial dagger. Lucius followed his train of sight. Not waiting for the man to respond or stop him, he quickly grabbed the blade and leapt towards the man. Lucius caught him easily with one hand and forced him onto the bed, the man knee sliding precariously close to his groin. Harry glared up at the man, his silver-whte hair falling around them like a curtain.

Staring into amused quick-sliver eyes, he spat into his face, smiling at the anger look that crossed the man's usually impassive face. "I hat-"

"Ahh, I see the happy couple are getting along."

Lucius pulled away form his body, and they both turned to glare at the Headmaster for different reasons. Harry for the man's sheer stupid and belief they were happy and in love, and Lucius for interrupting his playtime with his little fiancé.

Dumbledore smile disappeared as he caught sight of the dagger in Harry's hand.

"Harry, my boy, I am extremely disappointed in you. Surely, you realize what the consequences of your action would be if you harmed or fatally wounded Lord Malfoy, I think perhaps you and I need to have a through talk in respecting your-" Dumbledore chided.

Harry had every intention to tell the man to fuck off and give him a through trashing for putting him in the situation in the first place.

"That is enough, as Mr. Potter's betrothed his punishment-" Harry shivered at the man's tone, "-shall fall onto me, rest assure by the week end Mr. Potter will learn just what his place in this marriage is."

Lucius pulled away from Harry's body, forcing his face up he inspected the boy's features. His thumb ran across the boy feather light lips, so soft. He was quiet shock at the feel of those lips, lord knows that form what he heard of the boy he had expected them to be dry an overly chapped. He couldn't wait to feel his lips over his cock, he could barley suppress his shiver at the thought. Smirking lightly at the boy he leaned down for a kiss….

Harry turned his face at the last second and he felt his betrothed lips gently caress his cheeks. He could just feel the man smirking against his cheeks; he shivered in disgust at the man's touch.

"Well, Lord Malfoy arrangements have been made for you and young Harry to share rooms during hi-"

"My husband will not be attending school here. For the safety of our soon to be born heirs, you understand Headmaster."

Dumbledore body became rigid; the man did not look to pleased by Lucius decisions. But he obviously had the good since not to openly speak against the man.

"I have already made arrangements for a tutor."

Harry stared at the man in a mixture of shock and gratitude. A part of him was angry that the man had made such a decision without his consent and the second he was happy that he would not have to look at the face of his peer's everyday, as it became widely known just what his fate was.

"I see, and when will Mr. Potter be returning here."

"Hopefully after his belly has been full with my seed and I am assure that he carries a son." The man said as his eyes came to rest over Harry's still flat belly.

"You intend to impregnate so early, surely you must see the ben-"

"Frankly Headmaster, you have no say in this. Afterall you made a deal with the devil, did you truly think that you would leave unscathed and in control."

Harry looked up at the man in awe; he had just manipulated and tricked the biggest manipulator.

"I see, then perhaps we should come to an agreement."

"I am listening." Lucius drawled the man was just giving the Headmaster the illusion that his words held stray over him. When in fact it did not, Lucius held all the cards. Serves him right though, did he truly think that he would leave unscathed and in control of Lucius Malfoy. Even Harry knew that, that was an impossible dream.

"Well Mr. Potter is not educated in the dynamics of our world, in regard to the laws and traditions."

"And whose fault is that." Harry snarled venomously from his place in the cot.

"Hush." Lucius said as he pressed a single finger against Harry's lips.

Harry fought the urge to bite the offending limb pressed against his lips. He looked up into Lucius eye's, the man was obviously waiting for him to do such. Bastard! He wouldn't give him any reason to punish him further.

"And whose fault is that pray tell." Lucius said, repeating Harry's words. "Since he came to this school you've had all the opportunity to bring him up to speed with his parent's world, but you didn't. Why is that Headmaster?"

Harry turned to look at the Headmaster the same question running through his head. Sure, he was pissed that's the Headmaster never bothered to teach him up the Wizarding world, but he could believe that he would purposely keep him ignorant. Closing his eyes, Harry shook his head. Who was he kidding he wouldn't put that past the Headmaster. Deception and manipulation were tool of the man's trade. To think he fell for that grandfather ruined, he could not help but to wonder who else had fallen prey to the man's despicable charm. Everything around him was slowly beginning to transform into something he had no knowledge or control of, and frankly he didn't like that.

"Well, you see, I..." He began. The hell Harry was going to give him the opportunity to lie.

"Oh for heaven's sakes Headmaster let's stop with the lies and meddling why don't we."

Lucius turned his attention back to Harry, an indication that what was to be said next was for both his own benefit, as well as the Headmaster's destruction.

"Mr. Potter according to our bylaws you as a wizard were to be placed in your next of kin's home. Seeing as your Godfather at the time was falsely imprisoned and you were named his heir by default you were to be placed in either the care of my soon to be ex-wife Narcissa Black nee Malfoy or her older sister Andromeda Tonks, the latter of which would have been the more preferred choice for your safety. The Headmaster ignored that law and placed you in the acre of your abusive relatives, something that your parents. Your mother especially did not wish, if their will was any indication, blood wards or not."

Harry turned to stare in horror at the Headmaster, the man refusing to meet his gaze. He didn't even know that his parents had written a will, he just assumed. That was his problem he assumed, his assumptions had just cost him his youth and virtue.

"Look at, LOOK AT ME DAMMINT!" He screamed. "At least have the balls to look in my face you disgusting old fool." He spat bitterly.

He could not believe he ever trusted the bastard, he was so-so angry, and hurt. Taking a deep breath, he will himself to calm down. He would not let them see him cry. Too late for that, it would seem, as the tears slowly began to run down his cheeks.

Madam Pompfrey came out of the room at his cry before stopping, her eyes falling onto Lucius Malfoy then the Headmaster and finally her patient. "What is all this yelling? Mr. Potter you are supposed to be resting."

"Madam Pompfrey you can berate me later, but right now I want to know why the headmaster saw it fit to leave me in the care of my mother's sister her husband and that abomination they called their son." Harry sneered disdainfully. He now held a great enmity towards the Headmaster and those that followed him; well he won't be another one of the Headmasters mindless drones anymore.

"Harry, you must understand."

"I must understand what exactly. For fifteen years, they made my life living hell. And now I find out I could have lived with people who actually cared about me."

"The Weasley's care about you Harry."

Harry scoffed at that one, as if he really was going to trust them after this. "Oh, I'm supposed to believe you. The lots of them are so far up your arse, it's ridiculous. For all I know you could have told them to force their children onto me so that you could keep better watch of your precious weapon." He sneered ugly.

It was all suddenly making since, why Mrs. Weasley yelled aloud in the muggle portion of the train his first year, Ron's initial meeting, friendship, and hatred of Slytherin. Although did make the decision so much easier. Hermione, Ginny, the twins, all of it was just a carefully throughout plan. They were all puppets and Dumbledore was the one pulling all their strings.

"I am more than a stupid weapon and I for one am sick and tired of your lies. I am old enough to go to war for you and provably die, but when it comes down to my own life and what I want to do you tell me no. well guess what headmaster you can go fuck yourself, you and your pathetic fire chicken."

"Harry…"

"I think you should leave Headmaster, I don't know what I might do to you in this state."

The man eyes widened ta Harry's threat; no one had ever seen him so angry.

"Very well, Lord Malfoy perhaps after your visit you and I may discuss a few wedding details."

"I see no problem with that; I will be up in a few."

"Excellent." Dumbledore exclaimed before clapping his hands together. Turning to Harry, he sent him a look beseeching him to forgive him or at least indicate forgiveness.

Harry turned his head away and refused to meet his gaze.

"Harry, dear are you okay."

"I'm fine Poppy. Oh by the way may I introduce you to my fiancé Lord Malfoy." Harry said sarcastically, hoping that this would drop the conversation.

Pompfrey eyes widened before she quickly caught herself and bowed towards Malfoy in a respectful manner. Probably another wizarding tradition the Headmaster hid from him, Harry bitterly thought.

"So, where do we go from here? Will I be allowed to work, own anything?"

"Of course my dear, I have no intentions of treating you like a housewife. I don't think you would look quite as nice in a half ripped dirty bag."

Harry cheeks flushed ta the man's lewd joke.

Titling Harry's chin up he stared down at him, quicksilver yes carefully accessing him once more.

"You will not be pursing any occupation that I feel is below you stature, takes time away from you and I or will prevent you from performing all of your marital duties."

Yeah, as if he did not know which duty Lucius was worried about him not being able to perform. A bludger to the head would probably make it easier for him to bear his touches, although he would not want to miss his children births and growth. Although maybe some irreparable stunning spell might be less painful.

"Os I guess that crosses out Auror or Quidditch player."

"Hmm, yes I guess it does. You will be pulled out of your classes by tomorrow."

"All of them."

Harry was secretly happy that he would no longer have to attend Potions. If he knew one person who was jumping for joy at his predicament, it was Snape. Afterall thanks to his carless actions, it led to the death of his Godchild. He knew Sirius would be absolutely crushed if something were to happen to him. He couldn't believe it put he felt really sorry for Snape.

"Yes, and don't interrupt me again pet it vexes me so."

Harry blanched at the warning; he looked at Madam Pompfrey who was still in her half-bow position. He doubted she would be able to protect him from whatever Lucius planned.

Lucius turned Harry's face back towards him not to gently.

"In addition, play attentions to me my little dove. Inattention irritates me; it is as though you or ignoring em and I know you do not want to face the consequences of ignoring me."

Harry shook his head quickly up and down, eyes widening fearfully he shook his head from side to side,

"Good, moving on I have hired a tutor that will bring you up to speed with what you've missed during the years. You will be fitted in your wedding robes; your eyes will be repaired. We Malfoy's are the epitome of perfection and bad eyesight is not something I can very well live with. In the meantime I hope you have given thoughts to who will be your nurse during your pregnancy." Lucius explained.

Harry did not like the way he spoke to him, it was though he saw him as an idiot unable to comprehend basic human topics. Even though in his opinion this whole deal smelled of human trafficking, he wondered where the hell Scotland Yard or INTERPOL was when he needed them.

"What about my pregnancies." Harry asked with a blush.

Oh ho, his little husband looked absolutely sinful with the blush dancing across his porcelain cheeks.

"What about them?"

He bit his bottom lip before running a soothing tongue against it. God this whole thing was putting him on nerves, he didn't know what to say or do that would make him look and sound like an even bigger idiot. "Can I choose my own nurse?" Harry asked.

"As long as the person is competent and I approve."

Harry turned to Madam Pompfrey, "Then I want madam Pompfrey, she's always taken care of me, even after all the grief I've given her. Moreover, she is the only one who can actually keep up with me."

"And she has quite the aim." He added with a wink.

Madam Pompfrey cheeks flushed in embarrassment at the compliment and insult.

"Very well she will do, although I hope that for the sake of my heir-" He smiled as Madam Pompfrey bristled at his words, she and him would both have to get use to it. An air of indifference seemed to make the pain less. "She practices her remarkable aim on someone else, preferably the house elves. Now it would seem I have a meeting to attend. Now do be careful Harry, I would very much hate to force your godsons position onto you."

And with that the man exited the room his robes bellowing ominously behind him.

Harry only had one thought, how the hell they did that robe thingy.

Throwing himself back onto his bed, he covered his face with his hands. His life was no longer simple.

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*Even if Harry does have a mate and he does, Lucius knows that he would never leave his side especially if there were children involved.

*The Grievance Clause, totally made it up, I don't even know where I got it from. Anyway the Grievance Clause is when due to wizard/witch actions or inactions one loses their property, money or other assets (wife and heirs are considered assets; without either one there is no family line in which to continue). The one who has been due to such an action can request that they are to be paid in equal amount of their lost; usually a child would be given as payment or a property. Seeing, as Harry is the only heir to both his family lines, unmarried and of agreeable breeding age, he has to give Malfoy a legitimate heir through marriage.