A New Family For Harry

**Author's Note -- Please Read**

I understand it can be frustrating waiting for a work in progress to be updated. I so appreciate those of you who are happy to see the story continued, and have been understanding that while I'd love to give you new chapters as quickly as possible, sometimes that's just not realistic. I'm grateful for every one of you who has stuck around from the point you discovered the fic until now.



I do, though, have to ask people not to say they're going to steal my plot if I don't write more right away. It is not going to inspire me to write faster, post more, or indeed continue to share this story at all. Makes sense, right? Okay.



I have two parts for you today in this "Travels With Harry" arc. The third part completing this particular arc is nearly complete. I will post it as soon as I am able.



Please review -- I'm so curious to hear what you think! Thank you.









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The next morning, Lucius kissed the top of Draco's head, brushed his lips against Narcissa's cheek, and escorted Harry outside of Malfoy Manor.



"Aren't we leaving from inside?" Harry asked, skipping to keep up with Lucius's long strides. The boy had grown, fittingly for a child nearly ten years of age, but of course the difference in height between them remained marked.



"Not this time."



"You mean we aren't going to Floo or..." Harry's jaw had gone slack when he saw the expensive vehicle waiting for them outside.



"Certainly not. Part of this holiday together will be the journey itself, and despite your soon-to-be advanced age of a full decade, I'm given to understand you have not had the opportunity to travel a great deal."



"Oh!" Harry beamed and ran up to the automobile, running a small hand along the gleaming finish. "And will you drive it, and drive it very fast, and let me try to work the pedals, and stop for ice cream, and everything?"



Lucius laughed, making his way to Harry. "No. At least, I shall not drive this particular automobile myself. I retain the services of a driver for just such a purpose."



As if on cue, the chauffeur of the vehicle materialized, murmuring apologies for his delayed appearance while the Masters were waiting.



Lucius gave him a dismissive wave, but Harry introduced himself and chattered for a short while about the trip he was embarking upon before the driver obligingly opened the door for them.



"I've never been in an automobile like this before," Harry breathed as he scampered into the back, immediately pressing his nose against the glass and fogging it up. "I used to go with the Dursleys, sometimes, but they'd just put me in the back, and they never --" He jerked back and glanced at Lucius, a worried and unhappy look on his face.



"Yes, the Dursleys," Lucius said softly. This was, in point of fact, the first time he could recall Harry speaking their surname in all the time Harry had lived at Malfoy Manor.



Harry never made inquiry regarding what had become of his relatives, whether they asked after him, or if they might request he visit at any point. He had not at any juncture questioned the logic or path that had led him to the Malfoys and Lucius, but absorbed every facet of his new life with spirit and a driven determination. There was no trace in the boy's conversation indicating he missed his former home, or felt a lingering bond to the relatives who had raised him up through his seventh year.



Lucius had not pressed the matter; of what purpose would that have been? He had no desire to contemplate the whys and wherefores related to the crude Muggles who had deigned to let Harry share their no doubt drab and modern home. If it had been up to him, he would have taken the care to impress upon them exactly how grievous their error in mistreating this young wizard. But the time, Lucius reflected when the topic arose, had not yet become ripe for such measures.



From the few reports Fudge had forwarded to him some time ago (observances regarding the Dursley had thinned over the years), there was never any hint that they missed their young charge. As near as Lucius could discern, they seemed to have progressed onward without any real sense that Harry had lived among them at any juncture.



Of course this was not the case; they had not been obliviated by any of Fudge's lackeys. For all intents and purposes, however, they behaved as though they had forgotten about Harry.



"Do I ever...have to see them again?" Harry whispered.



"Of course not, not if you do not wish to," Lucius answered smoothly. Harry's clouded expression cleared.



"If you should decide you want to see them one last time, however..." Lucius let the sentence fall away.



Harry shook his head, chewing on his lush bottom lip.



Lucius regarded him. His driver had undertaken the business of stowing their belongings, bustling about at the boot of the vehicle, so Lucius reached out a hand to cup Harry's cheek. "Sometimes people who have something precious in their possession in no way appreciate how rare, how wonderful it is. Some people...must be taught to see where they have erred."



Harry leaned into his touch briefly. Then he turned away, reaching up with his slim index finger to trace a line in the fogged-over glass by his side.



When Harry spoke, his tone was light and breezy, as though they had been talking of nothing more than watching a game of Quidditch on a bright summer's day.



"Are we really going to ride in this car the entire time?"



"What, you have no wish to sleep, or taste some of the fine dishes at dining establishments we might frequent?" Lucius teased.



Harry giggled. "You know what I mean."



When the driver slid into his seat, Lucius gave him a brief nod, indicating they were ready to depart.



"Perhaps not the entire time," Lucius allowed. "We shall take day trips as well, and it shall suffice to Floo to such readily accessible locations. Perhaps also I shall introduce you to some other means of travel."



Harry beamed and wriggled against Lucius's side. "I should like that." He patted the seat next to him. "Do we need, er, some sort of safety straps?"



Lucius laughed. "We would hardly be wizards if we did not have spells to ensure such things without the aid of strappy fabrics."



As Harry snuggled closer to him, and the car pulled away from the Manor, Lucius saw the driver give them a brief glance. The man's expression remained, as it should, impersonal and blank.



Really, there was nothing at all untoward about Lucius providing affection for his young ward, especially given the occasion of their journey together.



All the same, Lucius returned the man's blank look with a shrewd one of his own. When the driver returned his gaze to the road, Lucius pulled Harry closer with one hand, and touched his other hand to his wand to slide up the opaque partition between the driver and themselves.



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Though Lucius later learned Harry had assumed their journey would be similar in itinerary to that Lucius had undertaken with Draco, instead they began by visiting manses and fortifications in Hampshire and then Essex.



"My family was from here?" Harry asked with some surprise as Lucius showed him town records and, as previously arranged with current occupants, took him on tours of former Potter residences.



"Originally from Normandy," Lucius corrected him. "Your relatives were among those who established themselves as the ruling class of England following the rule of William the Conqueror. But they also held important posts and admirable lineage in Normandy. It is easier we begin here, so that you might see what course your family followed once they arrived in England."



Harry found all the rolls of parchments and magical devices holding artifacts quite fascinating. Draco had been less interested in this side of his origins, preferring instead to see land holdings and family jewels, Harry traced the narratives of his lineage with interest and awe. "It's like a mystery, with clues," he explained absently to Lucius as he pored over the documents and asked Lucius again to tell him how his family had come to follow the Norman forces.



From their early sojourns, they next engaged a boat to take them to Normandy, so that Harry might view the stone edifications and visit the Channel Islands.



Their days were so filled with the seeing of sights and taking in of ancestral history that Harry fell exhausted into bed each night, whether they stayed at inns or at various pied-à-terre Lucius owned along their course of travel.



True, they did take advantage of certain freedoms during the day, when they were en route and enclosed in various traveling compartments. Lucius at one point engaged an entire car of a train so that he and Harry might enjoy one another without interruption from prying eyes. The sleepy sweet kisses and caresses of those two hours eased Lucius's aching for Harry to some degree -- and it increased it in others.



But with the fullness of their journey, to Lucius's relief (and with, truth be told, some intense bodily frustration) they seldom progressed much further than the heated exchange of kisses and wandering strokes.



Often when Harry had fallen asleep of a night, Lucius sat by his bedside watching him, sometimes resting on the mattress to comb his fingers through Harry's silky hair, or press light kisses along his brow. He gave himself over to wondering what his life might be like if Harry was the only one in it, how he might conduct himself in a circumstance in which his ward was his and his alone.



Only once in that first portion of their trip did Lucius allow himself to indulge truly.



On a night when Harry slept deeply, Lucius looked his fill on the gorgeous boy. With no small sense of trepidation, but an increasing sense of urgency, he watched as Harry's rose-pink tongue darted out to lick his plush lips, and that raven head tossed on the pillow as Harry dreamed of some or other fancy.



Lucius moved closer and and eased out his stiff cock.



At first Lucius froze when Harry mumbled, and twitched his small fingers, as though the child was reaching for something in a dream. Lucius hesitated, fingers wrapped around his aching prick. Wild thoughts streamed through his mind, how he might cast a simple spell on Harry to keep him asleep and stroke himself to completion over Harry's lithe body without care for his grunts and groans, his emission landing to spatter those rosy cheeks and speckling that sleep-warmed skin.



Or what if Harry awoke, hair mussed, eyes heavy, and shuffled on his knees over to Lucius, gripping Lucius's hard length with his small soft hands, flicking out that impertinent tongue to trace the thick head of Lucius's erection? Would Lucius obliviate him afterward, so Harry could not recall the way his young hot mouth inexpertly but tantalizingly moved over Lucius's shaft? Or would he swear Harry to secrecy, and teach him all manner of forbidden pleasures, rubbing the head of his cock on those delectable lips, and later even taking Harry's small prick in his mouth to suck until the boy shrieked with shock and pleasure?



But Harry slept on, unaware of his enraptured audience. So Lucius positioned himself the better to see his ward, and took out his cock fully, even easing down his silk pyjama bottoms to free his tight balls and give himself access to caress his thighs as he pleasured himself.



"Harry," he murmured as he stroked himself.



Harry sighed in his sleep and turned, his small rump pushing at the air as he adjusted himself even as he dozed on. Lucius bit the inside of his mouth to keep from moaning audibly, but he could not stop his grunts as he pistoned his hips forward to the sight of Harry's shifting limbs and sound of Harry's breathy sighs.



"Mmmm," Harry breathed out, laying his face on the other side so he faced Lucius.



Lucius pictured himself for an instant rubbing his prick alongside that yielding downy cheek, brushing along Harry's damp lips. He gasped as he came, shooting into his trembling hand.



Harry slept on.



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tbc in the next section -- posted now!