Fornicating with the Enemy

Lucius sat at the dark stained oak table and conversed with his niece whom he had never met and very nearly snorted aloud at some of the tales he had heard of her youth and in her line of work.

Tonks was glowing under his praise and years long hidden kindness, she could hardly believe this man and the one the papers talk about were the same person!

A black haired, flush faced youth stalked from the open kitchen door across the room and went to smack his unsuspecting lover upside the head, when his hand was caught and he was pulled onto said lovers lap with an undignified squeak of surprise.

“Lucius…get off I can’t be angry at you and sit in your lap at the same time!” Harry rolled his eyes and fought to slip off of his lap but Lucius held fast.

“That’s the whole point love,” he snickered into his ear but loud enough for Tonks to hear who snorted and sat back to watch the pair interact, they were so natural together.

“Lucius you deliberately gave me the wrong potion! I needed to speak with the Professor,” Harry was on the verge of hysteria when he realised something.

“Has he gone? Has he left for a meeting? You know I can’t feel his callings when I’m drugged up! Lucius has he gone? Oh my god, Lucius…” Harry clung to the front of his shirt in a vice like grip and shook him lightly.

“…he’s gonna die! Oh gods it’s all my fault,” Harry moaned into Lucius shoulder who patted him on the back with a little shrug to Severus who stood behind the distraught teen with a raised eyebrow.

“I can assure you Mr Potter that no matter how much I do hate teaching you and your infernal little bratty posse, death via the hands of the Dark Lord and his inner circle is not how I anticipate the end of my teaching life,” Harry’s head shot up looked at the man with deliriously happy eyes before he stopped half way out of Lucius’ lap realising that he was just about to hug his most hated professor.

Never was Harry happier to have Lucius’ arms around him to stop him, he allowed himself to be pulled back down, cheeks flaming under the bright dining room light.

Tonks, realised also what Harry was about to do and tried to cover her laugh with a cough only to sprout donkey’s ears and a pigs nose before snorting in amusement.

Lucius catching a look at his nieces changed face, laughed with tears in his eyes as she tried unsuccessfully to change back, but was laughing too hard, continuing to change into an assortment of animals noses and ears as she slapped the table in hapless mirth.

Harry all this while was horrified and looked at an incredulous Severus Snape, who then swept out of the room shaking his head in a disbelieving manner.

Lucius and Tonks were still laughing when Harry slipped out of his lap with a glare at them both and sloped into the kitchen, but not before smacking Lucius across the back of the head.

Harry swallowed heavily, better to face the lions when they’ve been fed and watered after all.


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“HARRY!” Molly Weasley bustled over to him and squashed him to her chest in a supposing comforting, motherly gesture that made Harry uncomfortable, Kingsley and McGonagall looked up from there conversation in time to see Harry pull a small grimace of distaste.

“Mrs Weasley… can I get some air,” she quickly jumped back and ushered him to a seat which he refused, instead deciding to stand near the door.

Just in case.

“Would you like something to eat Harry dear?” she pulled a plate from a cupboard and his stomach revolted against the idea, he didn’t think butterflies and stew would mix very well so he decided against it.

“No thank you,” he swallowed down the urge to throw up suddenly, no butterflies and stew would definitely not mix.

“Harry…” Sirius and Remus stood at the other
kitchen door; both had red rimmed eyes and seemingly holding onto each others waists for some sort of support.

“Sirius, Remus,” he gave a quiet acknowledgment, currently, he didn’t know where he stood with them and that put him on edge.

He wondered if his godfather would still want him and that thought alone caused his throat to momentarily make it hard to speak.

“I think we should talk privately,” Sirius said just as gently as if trying not to tempt an angry dog.

“Sirius I really do think that this needs a mothers hand…” Molly Weasley gave him a very patronising smile and beckoned Harry to her, McGonagall went to say something when Kingsley grabbed her arm and she sat again not noticing she had half risen from her seat.

“But your not his mother Molly,” Remus spoke up with a hardened voice, still strained however from his hours of crying with his best friend.

“Yes but…”

“There are no but Molly, you are not Lily,” Sirius spoke with an even voice as Harry just stood and watched to quickly heating conversation along with the other two bystanders in the now seemingly too small room.

“I’m the closest thing to a parent he has Sirius,” again with that infernal smile of hers, she must be taking lessons of how-to-be-nasty-by-being-nice from Dumbledore because she had the bitchiness down the last pinch of salt.

“I mean seriously Remus, Sirius you don’t see yourselves as his parents and confidents do you?”

“Can you stop talking about me like I’m not here please,” Harry said loudly but was ignored by the red haired witch who continued to berate the two men who were just becoming more and more enraged with her comments.

“…You haven’t even been around Sirius and Remus your drinking problem doesn’t exactly make you look good does it now, not very parental is it.”

“DO YOU THINK THAT YOU ARE HELPING THIS SITUATION MOLLY?! Shut up! Just shut up and stay out of things that do not concern you! You know what fucking happened to us! And you’re still going on about it like its new news! We’re here now for Harry and we want to fucking talk to him! Keep out of it! If Harry wants to talk to you then he will!”

“I DON’T HAVE ANY GODDAMNED PARENTS IF YOU REMEMBER,” Harry shouted at the same times as Sirius, his blood was boiling. “YOU’RE NOT MY MUM, I DON’T HAVE A MUM, I’VE NEVER HAD A MUM, SHE’S DEAD!” he waved his arms about, finishing his rant a second after Sirius’ spitfire growling match with the Weasley patriarch.

Everyone turned to look at him as if they had only just realised he was standing there, all apart from Remus who watched him the entire time.

“I can talk to who ever I like and I want to talk to Siri and Mooney. Now!”

Harry walked past the slightly stunned pair who turned and followed leaving a watery eyed Mrs Molly Weasley behind to be comforted and talked to by the Auror and Head of Gryffindor House.

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