Deliver us to evil, for ours is the kingdom

Title: Deliver us to evil, for ours is the kingdom Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I don’t own any part of Harry Potter (mores the pity!)
Author: MelodyofChoas
Pairing: Harry/Tom Riddle, Lucius/Draco
Warnings: Dark! Harry fic, violence, incest
Summery: When the Dark Lord orders a death eater to save Harry Potter from his relatives, Harry suspects something is amiss. When Lucius turns up at Hogwarts, his suspicions deepen. When Draco Malfoy starts acting weird, Harry is convinced something is wrong, but can he stop it? In the end, will he want too?

Big thanks to my wonderful beta, Amanda Saitou

The train station was, as usual, packed. Draco ignored his fellow Slytherins’ calls for his attention, choosing to walk beside his father as they boarded the train. Draco thought Lucius might have asked why he didn’t go to join the Slytherins. He didn’t, though and Draco was thankful, he had no wish to join them, preferring to spend all the time possible with him before both were sucked into their own busy Hogwart’s routine.

Lucius fought hard to keep the bright smile from spreading across his handsome aristocratic features. He had a good idea of why his Lord had chosen to gift him with the position of Defence against the Dark Arts professor, but he chose not to dwell on it, instead focusing on the love of his life who was currently ignoring his friends in favour of walking with him. He was resisting the temptation to take Draco’s smaller hand into his own, the thought of the reactions of these plebeians was almost enough reason alone for him to do it, however he truly loved Draco far too much to put him at risk in any way.

Draco quickly found a carriage for them both, quickly vacating it of it’s previous occupants before Lucius arrived. The older blond sniffed slightly before seating himself.
“What’s the matter?” Draco asked, having picked up on the almost invisible signs of Lucius’ annoyance.
“Oh, it’s nothing My Dragon, only that this used to be the Gryffindor end of the train when I was at school” Lucius explained, all annoyance gone from voice, his expression warm and loving.
“We can move if you would prefer” Draco offered, but sat himself when Lucius shook his head.

Both blonds made themselves comfortable facing each other, only to have their comfortable silence rudely interrupted by the very people Draco could have happily cursed for the interruption: Gryffindors!

Worse than that, it seemed to be two thirds of the Golden Trio and all their little limpet friends. Draco felt very glad that Saint Potter wasn’t there, he seemed to bring out the very worst in him although he did wonder why he wasn’t with the mud blood and the blood traitor. He gave an imperceptible shrug, he didn’t care that much, but he was pissed off that he had his precious time with Lucius rudely interrupted, Draco had rather been looking forward to seeing how much physical attention he could get out of him whilst on the crowded and very public train.

He scowled furiously, having had his current plan for a decent snog ruined by the Gryffindors, he was rather determined to get rid of them so he could, at the very least, enjoy a cuddle with his lover before reaching the castle, knowing that sneaking around under the old coot’s nose would be difficult. However he took in Lucius’ earlier words that ‘it would be very difficult, no doubt about that, but it wouldn’t be impossible, he’d goddamn make sure of it’. The slight cuss had made Draco smile, his father rarely used bad language, Draco smirked knowing that one of the times Lucius did tend to lose control of his tongue was around him; whether it was making love or his safety. Draco still found himself involuntarily wincing when he thought of the blue streak Lucius had cursed when he ranted and raged at Hagrid and Dumbledore when he had seen the bloody wound before Madam Pomfrey had healed him. Draco hadn’t bothered trying to persuade Lucius that the bloody great oaf hadn’t meant any harm because once Lucius had seen the wound he had gotten, a very familiar look on his face, one that made most people have a sudden desire to leave the country, was levelled at them. He was rather surprised the oaf hadn’t gone off crying after Lucius was through with his vitriolic verbal abuse.

Still, no point dwelling on the past, he was determined his last year at Hogwarts would be his best, not only because Lucius was coming with him. He was looking forward to seeing everyone’s faces when the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor was revealed. Draco was pulled out of his musings by a warm elegant hand on his cheek, his eyes jerking up to meet the nearly identical ones across from him.

Lucius smiled softly, his private smile, before leaning forward and capturing those tempting lips. Lucius growled, dragging Draco forward to straddle his legs, deepening the kiss as Draco settled, their tongues tangling. Draco reached up, tangling his pale hands in the soft, platinum locks, Lucius moaning softly, happily at the action. Draco smiled into their kiss, causing Lucius to break it, and to touch their foreheads together. “Rest, my Dragon. I’ll wake you when we near Hogwarts.” Lucius said quietly. Draco quirked one side of his mouth and nodded, stretching out, making himself comfortable with his head pillowed in Lucius’ lap.

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Harry sighed, bored, as he waited for his friends’ return. His recent disturbing dreams and his new, sudden and more civil, relationship with Snape, made him crave his friends’ normality. Harry had a feeling this year could be his most dangerous yet at Hogwarts. He felt rather sorry for himself, at that; the new school year had gotten off to a brilliant start. He had not had to go back to the Dursleys after all. He was even getting on better with Snape, although he doubted that would carry over into his Potions lessons with the man.

His thoughts of the surly Potions Master carried onto thoughts of Voldemort. Not only were his dreams a whole new tortuous variation on his looks into Voldemort’s mind, but he was also torn by the picture Snape and Tom Riddle’s school records painted, and the evil murderer Harry knew. He was extremely disturbed by his dreams, and could only hope they weren’t the product of his own mind (although Harry felt if anyone could have horrifyingly erotic dreams about a mass murder, due to stress, he could), but the dreams of a warped, twisted sociopath.

Harry quickly cast the tempus charm, and upon seeing the time, quickly made his way to the Great Hall, for the start of a new year.

Harry gave a broad smile and waved to Hermione, who smiled back when she noticed him over the top of Ron’s red head. Harry quickly slid into his seat next to Ron and was soon pulled into the conversation of the summer activities of his friends. He never noticed dark eyes following his every movement.

The Great Hall fell completely silent. No one coughed or sneezed, no-one shuffled or moved, no one made a sound, until the Headmaster cleared his throat and moved to stand behind his podium. Even the Slytherins were silent, although Draco was broadly smirking and Severus had a slight smirk playing on his own thin lips.

Lucius Malfoy had walked into the Great Hall and sat down at the High table.

Inwardly, Lucius enjoyed the startled silence his presence invoked from the students. Outwardly, he gave no sign of his amusement, but instead acknowledged Draco with a slight nod, before taking his seat next to Severus.

Albus’ blue eyes twinkled brightly as he addressed his students. He went through the traditional greetings and warnings, ignoring the student’s impatient mutterings and shifting as they waited for him to clarify the thought many now held: Lucius Malfoy was the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Severus was especially enjoying the shell-shocked looks of the Gryffindors. The Hufflepuffs merely looked petrified, Severus tended to put Longbottom in with them, he too, looked like he was going to faint dead away at any moment. The Ravenclaws, as usual, were merely inquisitive, and the Slytherins all sported smirks, though none glowed with happiness quite like Draco did.

Harry was trying very hard not to let his shock and horror show on his face. Malfoy was going to be unbearable this year, no doubt about it, and with two professors favouring the Slytherins, Gryffindor had no chance of winning the house cup again. Desperately trying to find the silver lining in this very dark cloud, Harry had a thought: Well, at least this year’s Defence against the Dark Arts classes are going to be useful.

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Tom ran his hands through his thick, dark and recently restored dark locks. He was feeling so frustrated he was tempted to slam his head repeatedly against his desk. Instead, he stood and began pacing the length of his study. Nagini merely raised her large head, and tasted the air before settling back down to continue her nap.

He groaned. They were mere hours into the new school year, and already he missed his most favoured and his lieutenant. Calling them both so soon would, undoubtedly and unfortunately, raise the old bastard’s suspicions. Tom emitted a low serpentine growl, a chilling sound from a human throat, even in Parseltongue.

Tom hated having nothing to do. At the moment, all his plans were progressing as they should be; Lucius was in position, Severus was, once again, beginning another year of espionage, whilst working on his experimental potions, and all the future raids were meticulously planned, down to which of the raids Severus would tell Dumbledore’s precious order about.

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Harry sighed quietly, as Ron continued his rant that had begun in the Great Hall.

‘Well, of course, Ron wouldn’t see how useful this is going to be.’ Harry thought a tad unkindly. ‘Of course he forgets we have our very own Death Eater who, let’s face it, is going to find some way of taking advantage of Malfoy Senior’s position here’.

Harry exchanged a quick look with Hermione, who was still pretending to listen to Ron’s tirade. Harry could tell her mind was occupied by the slightly glazed look in those brown eyes. Hermione got the same look whenever she and Trelawney were in the same room. They reached the common room soon enough, although not soon enough for Harry’s taste.

“Guys?” Harry interrupted.
“Yes, Harry?” Hermione quickly replied, clearly glad for the chance to shut Ron up.
“Shouldn’t you two be doing your prefect duties?”

At this, Hermione looked displeased. She quickly explained though. “Professor McGonagall is giving the first years an extra safety warning, due, I would imagine, to Voldemort”. Ron predictably shuddered when Hermione said the name, and both Harry and Hermione glared at him.

Harry smiled, glad to have his friends back, happy to listen to the bustling of people, as opposed to his summer of silence within the tower. He wondered if he would be able to sleep, used to silence as he now was. Especially with the way Ron snored. He gave a fleeting smile, more to himself than anyone around him, as he wondered if he could grow used to Ron’s inane chattering again, due to his summer spent with the surprisingly calming influence, and sometimes just plain surprising, Potions Professor. Who, no doubt, would be on top form for Potions. Harry had sometimes wondered if somewhere Snape had a quota for insulting remarks, favouritism and all-round bastardism. Still, he would miss the snaky, clever git’s company. Although, no doubt Dumbledore would assign Harry extra lessons with Snape. If the Headmaster assigned him extra Occlumency lessons after last year’s disaster, Harry would be none too happy.

Later that night, Harry went to bed, feeling good, if apprehensive, about the start of the new year.

Elsewhere in the castle, two blond men lay intertwined in slumber, holding on to each other as if the world started and ended in their lover.

Deep in the castle’s dungeons, a dark haired man turned over, black eyes staring unseeingly at a stone wall, the same gut-wrenching, heart aching pain he experienced at the start of every year, as he missed his own lover. And his students wondered why he was always in such a bad mood at the start of the year. It was bad enough having to look at all the bright, shiny, happy faces, without the added pain of their necessary separation.

Far across green fields and dangerous forests, another dark haired man shut ruby eyes filled with pain and exhaustion, but that still crackled with explosive power.