The Consequences of Solutions

Back at Malfoy Manor, Lucius was pacing constantly in front of the fireplace. He was also muttering to himself.



“There has to be something…a way…a small trick…a chance…just a chance…but what to do…cant ask for help…OH!” He exclaimed as he completed a pace and nearly ran into his wife. He reached out and grabbed her shoulders to steady himself.



“Narcissa! I hadn’t heard you come in.”



“That’s quite apparent, My Lord.” She replied, and Lucius winced. She only ever used that title when she wasn’t pleased with him.



“Narcissa, you know I couldn’t let the relationship continue! It would have ruined us! The Malfoy name, soiled by the Golden Boy of the Side of Light!” He grimaced and turned away to stare at the fire.



“But it will kill our son, Lucius.” She said softly, touching his back gently. “Even before you told me about their bond, I knew. You could see it too if you looked for it. Our son is going mad without Harry there. You must do something…anything!”



The blond man snuck a glance at his wife. He knew she was right, deep down, but he also knew that if he did anything to help Harry, he would likely be found out, and punished severely by the Dark Lord. So he couldn’t appear to have any involvement…but…he could do something.



“Narcissa, you know how much I love you, right!?” The usually pompous man exclaimed as he ran from the room.



-XxX-



Back at the dungeon where Harry sat alone, he had had some time to think. Not only was he stuck here, he was pregnant. He couldn’t just go around risking his life like he had done in the past. No, his child deserved to live, and he would make sure it did, no matter what.



He was startled from his thoughts as the door banged open and several death eaters flooded in, followed by Lucius Malfoy, looking as regal and calculating as ever.



“What now, Mister Malfoy?” Harry asked, though he was sure by the looks of things that he wouldn’t enjoy it…whatever it was.



“Just a little interrogation Mister Potter. You know the drill. We ask you questions, and if you don’t want to be harmed, you answer them correctly. It would be a shame if we were forced to do something drastic to get answers.” Lucius said, hinting about harming Harry’s baby, though the rest of the people in the room seemed to still be as dense to the situation as before.



Harry complied with the death eaters who demanded he get up, and took a seat in the rough wooden chair that had been dragged into the room. He felt his arms and legs being bound to the chair, and was unsuspecting when he felt his head snap back from the weight of a punch thrown his way. His glasses, which were often broken as it was, left Harry’s face and sailed across the room to clatter to the floor somewhere behind Harry to the right. He also felt a small trickle of blood dripping from broken skin on his lip.



-XxX-



Several hours later found Harry nearly unconscious and being tossed unceremoniously into the dungeon cell yet again. The only difference was that he was now missing his glasses. He knew they were not in the cell with him. He would have heard them as they fell. It was a familiar sound to Harry, since his glasses often left his head for one reason or another.



Exhausted, he passed out into a dreamless sleep.



Nobody noticed, as the rest of the death eaters filed from the room, taking the chair with them, that Lucius Malfoy stooped down and pocketed something before he too left.



-XxX-



When he awoke again, Lucius Malfoy was back, and staring down at Harry with his usual pompous air. The taller man waited until Harry had pulled himself upright, and was squinting in his direction before he tossed something into the cell. The item made a familiar tinkle, and Harry knew his glasses had returned. He reached for them, but stopped as he heard the blond man’s voice.



“I suggest, Mister Potter, that if you have any interest in learning why the Dark Lord chases you so, you refrain from picking those glasses up.”



Harry’s hand hovered over his glasses as he seemed to think about what Lucius Malfoy had just said. The other man seemed to imply that touching his glasses would…a portkey? The glasses were a portkey? And what was that about Voldemort? Finding out the truth? Why Voldemort hated him so much?



Lucius smiled as he watched Harry’s hand move away from the glasses that still lay on the ground. Perhaps this boy wasn’t as stupid as he had thought.