Obsession

Lucius’ dream came back, and this time there was no more pretenses. Not when Harry was on his knees, his mouth full, his hands playful and skilled. Despite his submissive position, Lucius had no allusions as to who was in charge.

Lucius went to Harry’s house, seeing him once again sitting in the back yard, looking contemplative and sad. He stopped at the barrier and glared at the invisible shield.

As if sensing his presence, Harry’s head came up and he turned to face Lucius. A grin spread across his face; not bright, but more than the ghost, shell-like, angry creature he’d last seen.

“Mr. Malfoy.”

“It is your 17 birthday in three days. I think you’ve more than earned the right to call me Lucius.”

Harry’s eye swarmed and glowed at that, and his smile widened.

“Thank you Lucius.”

Something was different with Harry. Lucius narrowed his eyes as he studied the boy. He hadn’t expected Harry to be over run with grief, but he hadn’t expected this strength and steadfastness from him so soon after the evens that so recently happened.

“What’s happened?

Harry didn’t look surprised at the question.

“I will soon be an adult. And, for all intents and purposes, I will be alone. And as odd as that is; I feel propelled to finish this thing between Voldemort and myself, to finally rid the world of him and his evil.” He paused and looked at the sky. “I turn seventeen in less than two hours. And I know Voldemort is waiting for the protection wards on this house to lift away. When they do, Voldemort will find me gone from this house.”

“The Dark Lord will not be pleased. In fact, he will most likely destroy this house and its occupants.”

Harry looked straight at Lucius and the look in those green eyes was similar to the night of the attack. They reminded Lucius of the look in Severus’ eyes; almost dead because he’d given up hope. He disliked the look on his friend; he decided eh liked it even less on Harry. The innocent little boy of a few short years ago was disappearing. Lucius felt a bubble of panic rise up in his abdomen. What if Harry went dark? Wasn’t that was Lucius wanted? Harry would make a truly awe-inspiring Dark Lord.

“It won’t happen.”

Lucius’ attention was forced back to Harry. Had Lucius spoken his thoughts aloud? That was not something that he did, ever.

“What won’t happen?”

“I will die before I become the next Dark Lord. I am not that far gone.”

Lucius felt little comfort in that.

“I should got before Voldemort comes, or the order members. You should too. I would hate to learn you’d been killed with a bunch of muggles. Voldemort is surly upset with you, having ignored him.

With that, Harry popped out, leaving Lucius feeling—nothing. He returned to the manor. He was all alone; his son with Severus; their location unknown. And his wife had disappeared as well.

When had his plans fallen apart? He once had grandiose plans of using Harry to suit his own needs and further his own causes. And since when had the boy become Harry? When had the evolution from the boy to Harry happened? When had Lucius stopped being the one in charge; instead doing what he could to appease Harry? Even at the expense of his own son?

Lucius went to the sitting room in his bedroom, a glass of brandy in his hand. He supposed the question was: did he want to use Harry? What if, instead of manipulating or controlling him, he worked with Harry instead? Instead of a master/servant relationship, it would be more of comrades in arms, relationship. He supposed the real turning point was when he realized, even subconsciously, that Harry made him feel. The emotions were various, conflicting and not always positive, but they were there.


Lucius remembered to when he was a lad, maybe five or six years old. His parents were the last of the proud and honorable Malfoys. His mother was beautiful, with golden hair and sky blue eyes. Her laugh was a beautiful and clear as a bell, and he smile could soften even the harshest and sternest of men. She always had a kind word to say, and always chased away Lucius’ childhood nightmares. Seraphina Malfoy was a goddess amongst mortals.

His father, Julius, was strong, both in magic and in personality. He was honorable, and strong in his convictions. He believed that it was the responsibility of the strong to look out for and protect the weaker. He had a sense of right and wrong, and he had a set of morals. Morals, his brother, Octavius lacked. Lucius’ uncle killed his mother and father in a bid to get to the Malfoy fortune, as he’d been banished. Lucius was seven years old. It was Octavius who said that Malfoy’s were superior, that they deserved everything they could take. It was Octavius who taught Lucius to torture and kill. His first victim was a young muggle who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Lucius killed him using a light spell—the cutting spell. He cut the youth’s throat. And it was Octavius who had Lucius join the ranks of the Dark Lord, as a way to attain more power. Because, that’s what it was all about, wasn’t it? Power? Lucius was starting to think that wasn’t the way it was. He was starting to think that his parents were right.


His musings were interrupted when he felt a tingling in the wards. Could Narcissa or Draco have come back? He was about to get up when the door opened. The shape silhouetted in the doorway belonged to neither his wife, nor his son; and it was one he would never mistake for anyone else.

“I figured out the pendant was a portkey about three months after you gave it to me.”

“Why have you come here, Harry?”

He walked into the room. “I find I don’t want to spend my birthday in the home my Godfather grew up in. And, I find that I don’t want to spend it alone.”

Lucius didn’t feel like the boy in the room with him was the Harry Potter he’d come to know.

“I am officially an adult now. And there are still a few things I wish to tell you.”

Lucius shouldn’t feel frightened, and he didn’t. He was just cautious and wary. He felt this way on that night at the school. And it was because of Harry.

“Would you like to listen to what I have to say?”

“Why aren’t you spending your birthday with your friends?”

Harry ignored the question and said instead, “When Voldemort killed my parents, and tried to kill me, something went wrong. He left a piece of himself in me. Call it soul, or magic; either way, it’s there, in me.”

Lucius sat, hypnotized.

“It was nurtured and grew, but it’s never truly become a part of me. Now, however, I’ve reached my majority. In the wizarding world, it is a special time, when one’s magic is solidified. Voldemort’s magic is now mine. Without that added boost, I’d just be above magically average. As it is, I’m even more of a freak. Just a really powerful one.”

All that power manifested itself inside one man-child? It was there, ripe for the plucking. Lucius could have it all, Harry was practically offering it. So, why was he hesitating? Why did he not want to do it? Of all the feelings Harry had invoked in him, there was still one he couldn’t identify.

“What do you want from me, Harry?”

Harry came closer still and said quietly; in a voice that Lucius was convinced was weaving a spell, “All I want is a companion. Someone who will love me and want me; not because of who I am of what I am but because of WHO I am inside, just me. Someone who will support me. It’s simple really. And, you to help me stop Voldemort”

Lucius found himself nodding. His eyes got bigger as Harry came nearer. Lucius felt the warmth of Harry’s breath on his face. He watched Harry close his eyes right before he felt those lips press against his own.

Harry’s lips were moist, but chapped; Lucius realized Harry had licked them, and they were warm. As far a kissed went, it was chaste, but it left Lucius reeling.

Harry pulled back when he realized Lucius was not reciprocating.

“Is something wrong, Lucius?”

Lucius truly didn’t know. “Yes.”

Harry reached out and threaded his fingers through Lucius’ hair.

“I realized I wanted you sometime during last summer, when you kept coming to visit. When you ignored me part of last school year, I didn’t like it. I felt, cold and alone. You treated me differently than everyone else. And when you said you’d support me, I knew, truly knew, how much I wanted you and why. Do you feel the same for me? Or think you can come to do so in the future?”

Again Lucius didn’t know, so he said the only think he could.
“I…I’m sorry.” Another thing he could thank Harry Potter for, his first apology. Or at least, the first one he'd meant.

“Harry stepped back, “What?”

“No.”

Harry blinked. Lucius shivered, he actually saw Harry close in on himself. He felt a heat that he didn’t even know surrounded him, leave. A Lucius felt cold, he knew he’d lost something.

“My mistake.”

In a blink that Lucius hadn’t even taken, Harry was gone.

More weirdness. More divergence from where I started. I'm liking it, and can only hope others do to. Thanks for reading.