Goodbye Alice in Wonderland

Goodbye Alice in Wonderland


Chapter IV


“Lucius,” he greeted his husband, who leaned down to kiss his forehead. Lucius was never an affectionate person. The only display of affection he ever showed was kissing him the forehead, never anything more than that, well, when they were out of the bedroom that is. “So, what have you done?” he asked, half because he was curious and half because he knew that there was no chance Lucius wouldn’t exploit his knowledge about the future.

“I started our investment in the Muggle world,” the man replied.

“That’s fast,” Harry commented. They were on their way to Lucius’ study since it would be a better place for their conversation.

Lucius smirked. “The early bird catch the worm, isn’t that what Muggle used to say? And, besides, I would never waste a chance to exploit those Muggles.”

“Yes, I‘ve heard that statement a countless time before,” he said dryly.

“Ah, but that isn’t the only thing I’ve done.” The man replied, opening the door to his study room so they could get in.

He looked at his husband smug face. Whoa. Lucius must have done something big to have that expression. The last time he saw him that smug was when the man made the prediction that the world stock markets would go down and profit more than one billion pounds sterling from short selling. He almost feared what Lucius would do with the knowledge about the future. “And what did you do then?”

“I went to Little Hangleton.”

He gasped. “You didn’t!”

“But I did.” Lucius took out a black box from a safe deposit hidden behind the book shelves and opened it. The item inside it was unmistakable. The Gaunt Ring or to be more precise, the Resurrection Stone, one of the Deathly Hallows and also, one of Voldemort’s horcruxes. “The easiest horcrux for me to acquire is the ring hidden in Godric Hollow.”

“And what about the trap?” he questioned. He still remembered what had happened when he and Hermione went there.

“Nothing for you to worry about.” Lucius replied, sounding very satisfied. Well, then again, Lucius came from the dark pureblood family. Even as Head of Aurors, Lucius’ knowledge still far surpassed his. “Shall we?” the man drawled, indicating the vial of basilisk venom.

He nodded.


As both of them watched, a black smoke appeared from the stone accompanied with loud inhumanly shriek. The horcrux was destroyed. With the diary and the stone gone that left them the cup, the locket and the diadem. Not to mention the horcrux inside him. That was the last one that needed to be destroyed. But, now, which one was the easiest? “The diadem!” Harry exclaimed suddenly. He groaned. The diadem was kept inside the room of requirement. He could take it any time he wanted. “I’ll get it when I get back to Hogwarts,” he stated.

“It will be better if I’m there with you. After all, you’re in the body of a twelve year old.”

“Yes,” he agreed.

“Excellent,” Lucius drawled. The man ran his finger over the surface of the Resurrection Stone before closing the lid of the box. He was about to put it back into the safe deposit when Harry stopped him.

“Don’t ever think about it.”

“And what I am thinking precisely?” Lucius asked, feigning innocence.

“The Deathly Hallows was created by the Peverells brothers, thus it’s mine.”

Lucius glared at him. The man had made his opinion about the Deathly Hallows known to Harry many times before. He always thought that Harry was an idiot for leaving the stone in the forest and putting the elder wand back inside Dumbledore’s tomb. The Master of Death. Countless people had searched for it but Harry, the only person ever to possess all the Deathly Hallows, chose to throw it away. If that wasn’t idiocy or insanity, Lucius didn’t know what to call that.

“I’m waiting, Lucius,” he said.

Grumbling, his husband handed over the box, very, very reluctantly. “You can take your hand off anytime.” He said, amused. Really, Lucius behaved like five years old child who was just denied candy at times.

Lucius’ face darkened and the man launched into long stream of profanities.

“Watch your mouth Lucius,” he warned. “I don’t want our children to repeat…” he trailed off, suddenly reminded about their unborn children.

Lucius sensed his mood, quickly said. “That’s right. I certainly don’t want them to repeat what I’ve just said. It won’t do for a Malfoy to emulate such a behavior. Especially James.”

Harry laughed at that. Yeah…James was certainly quite handful. The boy was a little prankster while Al and Lily were calmer than their older brother. However, the three of them combined together plus Teddy was enough to cause mayhem. He truly missed them all.

The tension was broken when his stomach rumbled. He had forgotten that it was already lunch time. Raising his eyebrow, Lucius ordered Dobby to prepare the lunch and ushered Harry to the dining room.

They talked during meal, contemplating what they had to do then drawing lines about what they could and couldn’t do. Harry didn’t want to change the history too much since he was afraid that it would alter the future he knew. After that, he surprised Lucius with his request to take him to Privet Drive.

“Do I take the request as the sign that you finally agree to avenge yourself?”

Harry rolled his eyes. Honestly, Lucius was never tired about that topic. Since his husband found out about the treatment and the neglect he done through during his living there, Lucius thought that he should take revenge. If anyone asked him when he was in his second year or during his school days, he would take the offer in a heartbeat. However being adult now he didn’t entertain the idea anymore. Besides that, he was civil with Dudley now, at last.

“No,” he stressed out. “I’m going there to take my mother’s belongings.” He had found out that his mother had left her school things behind and Aunt Petunia kept them in the attic. Some of the book even had Snape’s writing in it as the result of Snape being best friend of Lily Evans, obviously.

Lucius took him there, reluctantly. The man didn’t bother to hide his disgust and hatred at the sight of house Number Four, the house of the Durdleys. Since the wards protecting him didn’t allow Lucius to enter the house, his husband waited outside under a disillusionment spell. At the hour, Aunt Petunia went to the salon while Uncle Vernon was still in his office and Dudley was out so Harry was quite safe. He didn’t want them to find out about his presence there since it would raise too many questions.

“I’m ready to leave,” he said. All his mother belongings were already packed inside his backpack.

Lucius looked at the house once again. “Are you sure about this?” he asked. “A fire or, perhaps, the curse of thirteen misfortunes?” His eyes lit up at the idea. It was truly tempting. The Muggles would get bad luck at everything they did until the day they die or until someone lifted the curse, which he doubted would happen.

“No,” Harry adamantly refused. “And, we need to leave now. I still have to sort my mom’s stuff.”

After everything was taken care of, they discussed about what they were going to do. Unfortunately, they didn’t have a plan about how to deal with Sirius yet. It turned out to be quite problematic since Wormtail was needed so the rat could organize Voldemort’s resurrection. But, then, how was he supposed to set Sirius free? Using Crouch Junior would be too dangerous because the man was a cold blooded Death Eater who killed his own father for Voldemort and too smart to pull some things over on. Speaking of that, they also had to get rid of Crouch Junior before he became a bigger problem than he already was. So much to do! This whole time travel thing wasn’t as easy as Harry thought it would be. Damn! And he didn’t have time anymore. He had to go back to Hogwarts before he raised any suspicions about his whereabouts.

“I have something for you,” Lucius said when he was about to leave. The man took out a small black velvet box. Inside it was something Harry very familiar with…their wedding ring. This time, however, Lucius had attached necklace to it so the ring served as pendant. It was a simple white gold with no diamond or another precious gem. The only thing decorated the ring was a Latin words carved on the surface which meant ‘I’m my beloved and my beloved is mine’. Hermione’s reaction when she saw the ring was quite comical, Harry remembered.

Lucius helped him put the necklace then kissed his forehead softly. “Do contact me later.”

“I will,” he responded. “See you later Lucius.”



Author’s Note:


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