Goodbye Alice in Wonderland
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Adult
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22
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22,254
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38
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8
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Chapter V
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and properties are owned by JK Rowling. I don’t make money from writing this fanfiction. The story contains spoiler of all Harry Potter series especially the Deathly Hallows. This chapter is betaed by Danyealle. I want to say thanks for her help.
Goodbye Alice in Wonderland
Chapter V
After his spouse left, Lucius headed back to Malfoy manor. He still had a lot of things to take care of. Like he had told Harry earlier, he would use his knowledge about the future to the fullest extent he could. First, he had to sort the investments in capital markets that was scattered all around the world, from England, Europe, America and Asia. Not only that, in the future, he also owned many companies that operated solely in the muggle world. Aside from business, he also had to take care Harry’s problems which consisted of Voldemort and Sirius Black.
He wasn’t that keen to have Black as his sort of father in law figure. It was ridiculous! But Black was Harry’s godfather and he knew that, even after all these years, his spouse still felt guilty about his death. So, he had to get Black out of Azkaban as soon as possible, for Harry’s sake. After that he had to destroy Voldemort’s Horcrux. So much to do...
Lucius didn’t know that being married with Harry would end up being that complicated. Then again, he was talking about Harry Potter, so all sort of this kind of thing was somehow expected to be happen. But despite of everything, he loved Harry dearly and he would do everything in his power to ensure his spouse’s wellbeing. Now, about this whole Black affair…Lucius supposed he would go to Fudge. With bribe, and the right amount of smooth talking the idiot would do anything for him.
“Master.” A house elf popped in. “Dinner is ready.”
Ah, yes. It’s dinner time now. When he arrived in the dinning room, Narcissa was already there. “Good afternoon, Lucius.” She greeted.
“Narcissa.” It was her death that drove him to help Harry. But as he looked back he realized that he had never been in love with her. Did he love her? Yes, he did. She was his best friend, the mother of his son, and his companion for years. But was he in love with her? The answer was no. “How was your day?” he asked.
“It’s fine. I had lunch with Elena Greengrass,” she replied. “We were talking about the redecoration I did a few days ago.”
Ah, yes. Narcissa was quite surprised, although she hid it well, when he ordered her to redecorate the dining room, as well as a few other rooms in the manor. The dining room had changed so much that he doubted Draco would recognize it when the boy got back from Hogwarts. The reason why he did it was because of Voldemort. Back then, he had ordered the house elves to ensure that every room that Voldemort had stepped in to be redecorated and every piece of furniture that the snake face had touched to be burned. He didn’t want any reminder of Voldemort. And after he married Harry, his spouse added his own touch to the manor.
The dinner continued in silence before Narcissa broke it. “Draco sent a letter.” She informed. “He has been chosen as a Seeker.”
“That’s good.” He replied, completely aware of the fact that the reason behind his son appointment was the Nimbus 2001 he bought for the entire Slytherin Quidditch team. He remembered that Draco whined for Firebolt when Harry got it but, after a few well chosen words, his son didn’t ask again. Harry had received the broom from Black, as expected. His spouse told him that in his third year he wished that Wormtail didn’t run away so he could catch the traitor and Black would get pardon from the ministry. They didn’t even give Sirius a trial Harry had muttered angrily.
Lucius paused. Yes, he remembered now. The Aurors were so convinced that Black betrayed the Potters that they didn’t bother with trial and sent the man straight to Azkaban. How they came to the conclusion was beyond him. Those idiots at the ministry... But…there was something bothering him there. Without a trial… he felt that he ever read something like that on one of the laws books he had. He decided that he would examine it later.
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Harry had Quidditch practice today. Malfoy and the entire Slytherin team had come to brag about their new brooms, courtesy of Lucius, of course. However, this time he decided to handle the matter differently.
“Unfortunately, you’re wrong,” he told Marcus Flint. “According to schedule, it is Gryffindor’s turn to use the pitch and no one has the right to change it. It is even stated on Hogwarts; A History page 731.”
Flint turned to stare at him. He merely stared back calmly. It was obvious to Harry that the boy began doubting his own words.
“Fine!” Flint snapped. “You better watch out next time, Potter!” With that he stalked away, followed by the rest of Slytherins.
“Wow!” Fred said.
“I never knew-“ George continued.
“that you memorized-“
“Hogwarts; A History.”
“…should we be worried?” they asked in unison.
He snickered. “Don’t be ridiculous. I only said that to kick them out.”
“Harry!” Hermione protested.
“It worked, right?” he said, shrugging.
“That’s really good Potter.” Wood said, impressed. Anyone who was that dedicated to Quidditch was worth it in his eyes. “Now back to the game, boys!”
“And girls.” Angelina said, glaring.
“And girls,” Wood added.
No vomiting slugs this time and no mudblood calling either. Next thing to do was destroying Ron’s wand. Sure, the redhead’s wand worked fine but it wasn’t his wand and, therefore, didn’t work as it should. Harry didn’t want to risk anything so the wand was going down.
He was still thinking about it during dinner as he absently filled the bowl in front of him with corn soup.
“Hm…so good.” Ron muttered next to him, rubbing his stomach which was full of roasted chicken.
From the corner of his eyes he saw Luna entered the Great Hall together with Ginny. “Hey Ginny, Luna! Over here!” he said, waving at them.
Ginny blushed and took a seat next to him. Luna however merely stood there, looking at the Gryffindor table with unblinking eyes.
“Have a seat.” He told the girl. “It’s completely Wrackspurt free.”
Luna blinked and turned to look at him. “Hmm…I guess you’re right.” Then she flopped down.
It was Percy who protested. “Harry!” the older boy said. “Students have to sit at their own table.”
“Maybe,” he nodded. “But there are no rules that state they couldn’t do the otherwise. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Dumbledore. I’m sure he’ll say the same.”
Percy back off after that. Clearly he wouldn’t go to Dumbledore for that simple matter.
“The corn soup is really delicious,” he said after taking a spoon. “You should try it too, guys.”
Ginny blushed again. But it was better that the first time they met. Neville too nodded shyly. Luna on the other hand, ate her meal calmly.
Harry still had a lot to work it out. But it’s a good start of a lifetime friendship that he once shared with them.
XXXXXXXXXXX
Speaking about the wand…he finally got the chance during Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Lockhart made them to replay his adventure in front of the class. He chose Harry to act as himself and Ron to act as vampire. In one of the scenes, he sent tripping hex to Ron who promptly fell down, losing his grip in the process. Seeing an opportunity, he silently sent a charm to break the nearest table, which was, coincidentally full of Lockhart’s stuff and heavy. In the ruckus, Ron’s wand was broken. Mission accomplished.
Ron was shocked when he found out that his wand was destroyed. Harry, of course, played his part, insisting that it was his fault. If only he didn’t send the tripping hex then none of this would be happen. He even went as far as writing letter to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to explain the situation. He had to word the letter carefully, of course. He also sent another letter to Ollivander so the wandmaker would charge him instead. In the end, he succeeded in his task. He was congratulating himself when the two way mirror inside his pocket warmed up suddenly.
He quickly took it out. “Lucius?” he questioned.
“I’ve found a way to release your godfather from Azkaban,” his husband replied.
Author’s Note:
Hi. It’s me again. As always please give me reviews, okay. And I also write spin off of this fic, which tell the story about Harry and Lucius minus the time travel thing.
Goodbye Alice in Wonderland
Chapter V
After his spouse left, Lucius headed back to Malfoy manor. He still had a lot of things to take care of. Like he had told Harry earlier, he would use his knowledge about the future to the fullest extent he could. First, he had to sort the investments in capital markets that was scattered all around the world, from England, Europe, America and Asia. Not only that, in the future, he also owned many companies that operated solely in the muggle world. Aside from business, he also had to take care Harry’s problems which consisted of Voldemort and Sirius Black.
He wasn’t that keen to have Black as his sort of father in law figure. It was ridiculous! But Black was Harry’s godfather and he knew that, even after all these years, his spouse still felt guilty about his death. So, he had to get Black out of Azkaban as soon as possible, for Harry’s sake. After that he had to destroy Voldemort’s Horcrux. So much to do...
Lucius didn’t know that being married with Harry would end up being that complicated. Then again, he was talking about Harry Potter, so all sort of this kind of thing was somehow expected to be happen. But despite of everything, he loved Harry dearly and he would do everything in his power to ensure his spouse’s wellbeing. Now, about this whole Black affair…Lucius supposed he would go to Fudge. With bribe, and the right amount of smooth talking the idiot would do anything for him.
“Master.” A house elf popped in. “Dinner is ready.”
Ah, yes. It’s dinner time now. When he arrived in the dinning room, Narcissa was already there. “Good afternoon, Lucius.” She greeted.
“Narcissa.” It was her death that drove him to help Harry. But as he looked back he realized that he had never been in love with her. Did he love her? Yes, he did. She was his best friend, the mother of his son, and his companion for years. But was he in love with her? The answer was no. “How was your day?” he asked.
“It’s fine. I had lunch with Elena Greengrass,” she replied. “We were talking about the redecoration I did a few days ago.”
Ah, yes. Narcissa was quite surprised, although she hid it well, when he ordered her to redecorate the dining room, as well as a few other rooms in the manor. The dining room had changed so much that he doubted Draco would recognize it when the boy got back from Hogwarts. The reason why he did it was because of Voldemort. Back then, he had ordered the house elves to ensure that every room that Voldemort had stepped in to be redecorated and every piece of furniture that the snake face had touched to be burned. He didn’t want any reminder of Voldemort. And after he married Harry, his spouse added his own touch to the manor.
The dinner continued in silence before Narcissa broke it. “Draco sent a letter.” She informed. “He has been chosen as a Seeker.”
“That’s good.” He replied, completely aware of the fact that the reason behind his son appointment was the Nimbus 2001 he bought for the entire Slytherin Quidditch team. He remembered that Draco whined for Firebolt when Harry got it but, after a few well chosen words, his son didn’t ask again. Harry had received the broom from Black, as expected. His spouse told him that in his third year he wished that Wormtail didn’t run away so he could catch the traitor and Black would get pardon from the ministry. They didn’t even give Sirius a trial Harry had muttered angrily.
Lucius paused. Yes, he remembered now. The Aurors were so convinced that Black betrayed the Potters that they didn’t bother with trial and sent the man straight to Azkaban. How they came to the conclusion was beyond him. Those idiots at the ministry... But…there was something bothering him there. Without a trial… he felt that he ever read something like that on one of the laws books he had. He decided that he would examine it later.
XXXXXXX
Harry had Quidditch practice today. Malfoy and the entire Slytherin team had come to brag about their new brooms, courtesy of Lucius, of course. However, this time he decided to handle the matter differently.
“Unfortunately, you’re wrong,” he told Marcus Flint. “According to schedule, it is Gryffindor’s turn to use the pitch and no one has the right to change it. It is even stated on Hogwarts; A History page 731.”
Flint turned to stare at him. He merely stared back calmly. It was obvious to Harry that the boy began doubting his own words.
“Fine!” Flint snapped. “You better watch out next time, Potter!” With that he stalked away, followed by the rest of Slytherins.
“Wow!” Fred said.
“I never knew-“ George continued.
“that you memorized-“
“Hogwarts; A History.”
“…should we be worried?” they asked in unison.
He snickered. “Don’t be ridiculous. I only said that to kick them out.”
“Harry!” Hermione protested.
“It worked, right?” he said, shrugging.
“That’s really good Potter.” Wood said, impressed. Anyone who was that dedicated to Quidditch was worth it in his eyes. “Now back to the game, boys!”
“And girls.” Angelina said, glaring.
“And girls,” Wood added.
No vomiting slugs this time and no mudblood calling either. Next thing to do was destroying Ron’s wand. Sure, the redhead’s wand worked fine but it wasn’t his wand and, therefore, didn’t work as it should. Harry didn’t want to risk anything so the wand was going down.
He was still thinking about it during dinner as he absently filled the bowl in front of him with corn soup.
“Hm…so good.” Ron muttered next to him, rubbing his stomach which was full of roasted chicken.
From the corner of his eyes he saw Luna entered the Great Hall together with Ginny. “Hey Ginny, Luna! Over here!” he said, waving at them.
Ginny blushed and took a seat next to him. Luna however merely stood there, looking at the Gryffindor table with unblinking eyes.
“Have a seat.” He told the girl. “It’s completely Wrackspurt free.”
Luna blinked and turned to look at him. “Hmm…I guess you’re right.” Then she flopped down.
It was Percy who protested. “Harry!” the older boy said. “Students have to sit at their own table.”
“Maybe,” he nodded. “But there are no rules that state they couldn’t do the otherwise. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Dumbledore. I’m sure he’ll say the same.”
Percy back off after that. Clearly he wouldn’t go to Dumbledore for that simple matter.
“The corn soup is really delicious,” he said after taking a spoon. “You should try it too, guys.”
Ginny blushed again. But it was better that the first time they met. Neville too nodded shyly. Luna on the other hand, ate her meal calmly.
Harry still had a lot to work it out. But it’s a good start of a lifetime friendship that he once shared with them.
XXXXXXXXXXX
Speaking about the wand…he finally got the chance during Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Lockhart made them to replay his adventure in front of the class. He chose Harry to act as himself and Ron to act as vampire. In one of the scenes, he sent tripping hex to Ron who promptly fell down, losing his grip in the process. Seeing an opportunity, he silently sent a charm to break the nearest table, which was, coincidentally full of Lockhart’s stuff and heavy. In the ruckus, Ron’s wand was broken. Mission accomplished.
Ron was shocked when he found out that his wand was destroyed. Harry, of course, played his part, insisting that it was his fault. If only he didn’t send the tripping hex then none of this would be happen. He even went as far as writing letter to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to explain the situation. He had to word the letter carefully, of course. He also sent another letter to Ollivander so the wandmaker would charge him instead. In the end, he succeeded in his task. He was congratulating himself when the two way mirror inside his pocket warmed up suddenly.
He quickly took it out. “Lucius?” he questioned.
“I’ve found a way to release your godfather from Azkaban,” his husband replied.
Author’s Note:
Hi. It’s me again. As always please give me reviews, okay. And I also write spin off of this fic, which tell the story about Harry and Lucius minus the time travel thing.