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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
33
Views:
33,112
Reviews:
106
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
5
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Seven
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SEVEN
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Lucius crept into the bedroom to see the damage his anger had wrought.
“Lumos.”
A bedside lamp glowed softly. Drugged with a Dreamless Sleep draught, Harry did not awaken. Lucius brushed back the wayward dark hair and saw the black bruise from the choke chain circling his neck. The older wizard pulled down the bedding revealing the small nude form. The bright red welts had morphed into thin scabs and angry purplish black bruises. Severus or Sally had rubbed in a salve to dull the pain, but not heal the injuries; neither servant would dare to go against a master’s punishments.
Lucius’ finger traced a particularly nasty looking bruise. He cast a healing charm. He had not meant to hurt Harry but the night’s events had cascaded out of his control.
Narcissa was not feeling well and had gone to bed early. Around midnight she began to bleed vaginally. Alarmed, Lucius contacted both her Obstetric Mediwizard and Severus. Arriving scant moments from one another, neither was able to prevent the miscarriage.
After consoling his distraught wife, Lucius had gone to Harry’s rooms, seeking consolation of his own. Finding the bed empty and unslept in, Lucius searched Harry’s usual haunts; he ordered the house elves to locate his missing concubine.
In the time it took for them to locate Harry in the stables, Lucius’ grief had turned first to alarm and then to anger. Harry looked so peaceful curled up in the hay, innocent of the chaos he had caused. The famous Malfoy temper exploded.
Lucius caressed the soft skin of Harry’s shoulder. Even asleep with his hair askew, his pet was beautiful. The dark wizard slipped off his dressing gown and climbed into the four-poster bed. Harry let out a contented sound as he was wrapped into the protective embrace.
“Nox.” Lucius whispered as he drifted off, asleep beside his pet for the very first time.
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Harry stared, perplexed, at the singed school trunk sitting in the middle of his room. He traced the initials barely visible in the soot-darkened leather – H.J.P.
He looked up at his master in curiosity. Lucius had been acting strangely since their morning in the stables; it was almost as if the dark wizard was trying to apologize, but everyone knew that Malfoys never apologized.
Harry tried to lift the lid, but it did not budge. He had forgotten he had placed a locking charm on it all those months ago in Gryffindor Tower.
“Alohamora,” he whispered, not surprised that the lid did not open. He glanced up at his master, who casually waved his hand; the lock clicked open.
“Where did you find this, Master?”
“Workers are dismantling the ruins of Hogwarts prior to rebuilding. They were able to salvage a good portion of Severus’ private library, but not much else. Books and parchment fed the flames through the main floors…the Library is a total loss…some of Gryffindor Tower and the dungeons are still structurally sound although they suffered extensive smoke damage.”
Harry’s hands trembled as he knelt before his old school trunk. With the damage to the outside, he wondered if the contents were damaged as well.
“You do realize, Pet, that I may not let you keep everything in there…”
“Yes, Master.”
Harry moved aside his neatly packed clothes, sneezing at the smoky scent clinging to the fabric, pausing briefly to pet a Weasley sweater. He stacked his textbooks and parchments aside; some of them showed signs of damage. Harry hugged his father’s invisibility cloak to his chest before silently handing it to Lucius. A soft smile played on his face as he pulled out his beloved photo albums; a quick check revealed that’s they were undamaged.
“Thank you, sir” Harry whispered and curled up at Lucius’ feet, still clutching the albums.
*~*~*~*
SEVEN
*~*~*~
Lucius crept into the bedroom to see the damage his anger had wrought.
“Lumos.”
A bedside lamp glowed softly. Drugged with a Dreamless Sleep draught, Harry did not awaken. Lucius brushed back the wayward dark hair and saw the black bruise from the choke chain circling his neck. The older wizard pulled down the bedding revealing the small nude form. The bright red welts had morphed into thin scabs and angry purplish black bruises. Severus or Sally had rubbed in a salve to dull the pain, but not heal the injuries; neither servant would dare to go against a master’s punishments.
Lucius’ finger traced a particularly nasty looking bruise. He cast a healing charm. He had not meant to hurt Harry but the night’s events had cascaded out of his control.
Narcissa was not feeling well and had gone to bed early. Around midnight she began to bleed vaginally. Alarmed, Lucius contacted both her Obstetric Mediwizard and Severus. Arriving scant moments from one another, neither was able to prevent the miscarriage.
After consoling his distraught wife, Lucius had gone to Harry’s rooms, seeking consolation of his own. Finding the bed empty and unslept in, Lucius searched Harry’s usual haunts; he ordered the house elves to locate his missing concubine.
In the time it took for them to locate Harry in the stables, Lucius’ grief had turned first to alarm and then to anger. Harry looked so peaceful curled up in the hay, innocent of the chaos he had caused. The famous Malfoy temper exploded.
Lucius caressed the soft skin of Harry’s shoulder. Even asleep with his hair askew, his pet was beautiful. The dark wizard slipped off his dressing gown and climbed into the four-poster bed. Harry let out a contented sound as he was wrapped into the protective embrace.
“Nox.” Lucius whispered as he drifted off, asleep beside his pet for the very first time.
*~*~*~*
Harry stared, perplexed, at the singed school trunk sitting in the middle of his room. He traced the initials barely visible in the soot-darkened leather – H.J.P.
He looked up at his master in curiosity. Lucius had been acting strangely since their morning in the stables; it was almost as if the dark wizard was trying to apologize, but everyone knew that Malfoys never apologized.
Harry tried to lift the lid, but it did not budge. He had forgotten he had placed a locking charm on it all those months ago in Gryffindor Tower.
“Alohamora,” he whispered, not surprised that the lid did not open. He glanced up at his master, who casually waved his hand; the lock clicked open.
“Where did you find this, Master?”
“Workers are dismantling the ruins of Hogwarts prior to rebuilding. They were able to salvage a good portion of Severus’ private library, but not much else. Books and parchment fed the flames through the main floors…the Library is a total loss…some of Gryffindor Tower and the dungeons are still structurally sound although they suffered extensive smoke damage.”
Harry’s hands trembled as he knelt before his old school trunk. With the damage to the outside, he wondered if the contents were damaged as well.
“You do realize, Pet, that I may not let you keep everything in there…”
“Yes, Master.”
Harry moved aside his neatly packed clothes, sneezing at the smoky scent clinging to the fabric, pausing briefly to pet a Weasley sweater. He stacked his textbooks and parchments aside; some of them showed signs of damage. Harry hugged his father’s invisibility cloak to his chest before silently handing it to Lucius. A soft smile played on his face as he pulled out his beloved photo albums; a quick check revealed that’s they were undamaged.
“Thank you, sir” Harry whispered and curled up at Lucius’ feet, still clutching the albums.
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