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Email: lilithconnor@yahoo.co.uk
Site: uk.geocities.com/lilithconnor
Author: Lilith Connor
Disclaimer: If they were mine, the books were be rated 18+ So, no,
not mine :(
Distribution: Merry Wizards
Spoilers: None
Summary: Harry is captured and handed over to Lucius Malfoy for
safekeeping...
Pairings: Lucius/Harry
Author Note: Written for the Merrywizards Secret Santa challenge
2003. #10 I couldn\'t think of a title to save my life, sorry!
Requested: Lucius/Harry [delivered], happy ending for all [delivered]
***
It was sheer luck that led to the capture of the Boy Who Lived and perhaps no-one was more surprised at the success than the Dark Lord. Voldemort hadn’t anticipated having the boy as a hostage and seemed at a loss as to what to do with him. For reasons probably on the far side of sanity, Voldemort decided not to kill him, but to keep him. A pawn. A failsafe. But who to leave the boy with? Who could be spared to be the boy’s gaoler, but still be strong enough to resist any rescue attempts?
Why, Lucius Malfoy, of course.
Lucius had a great deal of experience in the power games of hostage holding and so Potter was given to him, to be kept alive and reasonably intact while his Lord played his increasingly bizarre games.
Lucius had lost faith in his so-called Lord a long time ago, but for the moment it suited him to play along with his plans and he was more than happy to baby-sit the Potter brat. He was…drawn to the boy, had been ever since he saw him in a dusty bookshop, eyes blazing with defiance. This was no particular surprise, as Potter certainly fit his preferred type in catamites, but the depth of his lust was…unusual. Perhaps he should have been worried by this but he chose not to dwell on it; desire is desire and Lucius was accustomed to slaking his.
He had smiled as the struggling boy was dragged into one of the specially-constructed rooms, chained and left to his tender mercies. Just him and Potter.
It had taken him a long time to break the boy; after all, he was a Gryffindor and a particularly strong willed one at that. But eventually, the cracks had begun to appear. Slowly, gently, cruelly, Lucius had used the boy and very carefully ensured that Harry enjoyed every moment of it. Months of effort and control and by now the boy was sure to be half in love, half in loathing with him, just as planned. Perfect.
Except…
Except that Lucius caught himself smiling fondly at Harry. Found himself happy to simply hold the boy. Discovered that he couldn’t bear leaving him for too long.
And that was not part of the plan.
He shouldn’t be in awe of the way Harry glided as he walked, as if at any moment he would leap into flight. He shouldn’t love to see him when he did fly, pure speed and grace. He shouldn’t adore the way the dark hair refused any attempt of styling. He shouldn’t laugh when Harry pouted. He shouldn’t purr when Harry stroked his own hair. He shouldn’t buy him presents, shouldn’t keep him in the most splendidly furnished bedroom in the Manor. He should not be treating the boy as a lover instead of a prisoner.
Harry shouldn’t seem content. He should be trying to escape, fighting and cursing, hating Lucius with all his passion and fury.
He shouldn’t smile like that when Lucius entered the room.
***
It was inevitable that eventually, the Order would come. Dumbledore wasn’t going to just leave the boy to a dreadful fate. Of course, it took them a long time to find out what had happened to Harry, to discover where he had gone and who he had been given to. Lucius should have prepared spells, strengthened his defences and should be coolly waiting for them, with Harry as a hostage for his safety.
When they came, Lucius was holding Harry on his lap as he combed his hair.
“Harry?”
Dumbledore entered the room, eyes flickering over the strange scene, as Sirius remained in the doorway, wand pointed at Lucius.
“I’m here, Professor,” Harry said calmly from Lucius’ lap.
“Harry…Harry, come here,” Sirius said from the doorway, shooting Lucius a glare of utter loathing. Lucius stared back, his face carefully blank as he lowered the comb.
“No,” Harry said gently. “Not until you lower your wand. I won’t let you hurt him.”
Sirius blanched, then stepped forward shaking with fury.
“What have you done to him, you filthy pervert -”
“He’s kept me safe, Sirius. He hasn’t hurt me.” Harry and Sirius stared at each other, Sirius teetering on the very edge of his self control, Harry with an unusually calm self-confidence.
“It’s quite alright, Sirius,” Dumbledore said suddenly. “We’ll wait outside for a moment. If Harry trusts Mr. Malfoy not to harm him, I think we can do the same.” Sirius gaped at the headmaster and seemed on the verge of simply hexing everyone in sight, but Dumbledore firmly led him from the room, closing the door behind him.
“The old fool’s too sharp for his own good,” Lucius muttered, then turned and looked at Harry, who still seemed far too calm. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Harry twisted round and very lightly kissed him. Lucius enjoyed the kiss for a few moments before pulling away and raising an eyebrow.
“You have a choice,” Harry said decisively. “I’m going to walk out that door, rejoin the Order and get back to my normal routine of trying to kill Voldemort. No-one else will enter this room. You can stay here until the Order is gone and then do whatever you want, or…”
“Or?”
“Or, you can walk out this room with me.” Harry had lost the self-possession that had carried him this far and was now staring at the floor, chewing his lip like a child. A long moment later, he nodded to himself and got up and slowly walked towards the door. Lucius watched him in silence.
Harry put one hand on the door handle.
Lucius put one hand on his shoulder.
Together, they walked out without a backward glance.
~*~
Email: lilithconnor@yahoo.co.uk
Site: uk.geocities.com/lilithconnor
Author: Lilith Connor
Disclaimer: If they were mine, the books were be rated 18+ So, no,
not mine :(
Distribution: Merry Wizards
Spoilers: None
Summary: Harry is captured and handed over to Lucius Malfoy for
safekeeping...
Pairings: Lucius/Harry
Author Note: Written for the Merrywizards Secret Santa challenge
2003. #10 I couldn\'t think of a title to save my life, sorry!
Requested: Lucius/Harry [delivered], happy ending for all [delivered]
***
It was sheer luck that led to the capture of the Boy Who Lived and perhaps no-one was more surprised at the success than the Dark Lord. Voldemort hadn’t anticipated having the boy as a hostage and seemed at a loss as to what to do with him. For reasons probably on the far side of sanity, Voldemort decided not to kill him, but to keep him. A pawn. A failsafe. But who to leave the boy with? Who could be spared to be the boy’s gaoler, but still be strong enough to resist any rescue attempts?
Why, Lucius Malfoy, of course.
Lucius had a great deal of experience in the power games of hostage holding and so Potter was given to him, to be kept alive and reasonably intact while his Lord played his increasingly bizarre games.
Lucius had lost faith in his so-called Lord a long time ago, but for the moment it suited him to play along with his plans and he was more than happy to baby-sit the Potter brat. He was…drawn to the boy, had been ever since he saw him in a dusty bookshop, eyes blazing with defiance. This was no particular surprise, as Potter certainly fit his preferred type in catamites, but the depth of his lust was…unusual. Perhaps he should have been worried by this but he chose not to dwell on it; desire is desire and Lucius was accustomed to slaking his.
He had smiled as the struggling boy was dragged into one of the specially-constructed rooms, chained and left to his tender mercies. Just him and Potter.
It had taken him a long time to break the boy; after all, he was a Gryffindor and a particularly strong willed one at that. But eventually, the cracks had begun to appear. Slowly, gently, cruelly, Lucius had used the boy and very carefully ensured that Harry enjoyed every moment of it. Months of effort and control and by now the boy was sure to be half in love, half in loathing with him, just as planned. Perfect.
Except…
Except that Lucius caught himself smiling fondly at Harry. Found himself happy to simply hold the boy. Discovered that he couldn’t bear leaving him for too long.
And that was not part of the plan.
He shouldn’t be in awe of the way Harry glided as he walked, as if at any moment he would leap into flight. He shouldn’t love to see him when he did fly, pure speed and grace. He shouldn’t adore the way the dark hair refused any attempt of styling. He shouldn’t laugh when Harry pouted. He shouldn’t purr when Harry stroked his own hair. He shouldn’t buy him presents, shouldn’t keep him in the most splendidly furnished bedroom in the Manor. He should not be treating the boy as a lover instead of a prisoner.
Harry shouldn’t seem content. He should be trying to escape, fighting and cursing, hating Lucius with all his passion and fury.
He shouldn’t smile like that when Lucius entered the room.
***
It was inevitable that eventually, the Order would come. Dumbledore wasn’t going to just leave the boy to a dreadful fate. Of course, it took them a long time to find out what had happened to Harry, to discover where he had gone and who he had been given to. Lucius should have prepared spells, strengthened his defences and should be coolly waiting for them, with Harry as a hostage for his safety.
When they came, Lucius was holding Harry on his lap as he combed his hair.
“Harry?”
Dumbledore entered the room, eyes flickering over the strange scene, as Sirius remained in the doorway, wand pointed at Lucius.
“I’m here, Professor,” Harry said calmly from Lucius’ lap.
“Harry…Harry, come here,” Sirius said from the doorway, shooting Lucius a glare of utter loathing. Lucius stared back, his face carefully blank as he lowered the comb.
“No,” Harry said gently. “Not until you lower your wand. I won’t let you hurt him.”
Sirius blanched, then stepped forward shaking with fury.
“What have you done to him, you filthy pervert -”
“He’s kept me safe, Sirius. He hasn’t hurt me.” Harry and Sirius stared at each other, Sirius teetering on the very edge of his self control, Harry with an unusually calm self-confidence.
“It’s quite alright, Sirius,” Dumbledore said suddenly. “We’ll wait outside for a moment. If Harry trusts Mr. Malfoy not to harm him, I think we can do the same.” Sirius gaped at the headmaster and seemed on the verge of simply hexing everyone in sight, but Dumbledore firmly led him from the room, closing the door behind him.
“The old fool’s too sharp for his own good,” Lucius muttered, then turned and looked at Harry, who still seemed far too calm. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Harry twisted round and very lightly kissed him. Lucius enjoyed the kiss for a few moments before pulling away and raising an eyebrow.
“You have a choice,” Harry said decisively. “I’m going to walk out that door, rejoin the Order and get back to my normal routine of trying to kill Voldemort. No-one else will enter this room. You can stay here until the Order is gone and then do whatever you want, or…”
“Or?”
“Or, you can walk out this room with me.” Harry had lost the self-possession that had carried him this far and was now staring at the floor, chewing his lip like a child. A long moment later, he nodded to himself and got up and slowly walked towards the door. Lucius watched him in silence.
Harry put one hand on the door handle.
Lucius put one hand on his shoulder.
Together, they walked out without a backward glance.
~*~