Saving Draco Malfoy

Disclaimer/Warning: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter.

Story Takes place in an AU sixth year.
Spoilers from books 1-5 and chapter two of HBP but none other than that.

A/N: I solemnly swear that I will not start anymore stories until I finish one of the two? three? Four including this one? That I already have started.

Ch 1: Lucius and Draco

From the moment Narcissa bore him Lucius knew that his son would be forever the predominating factor in any and the rest of his life’s decisions and though he doubted the time would ever come he vowed that he would even betray the Dark Lord need it be to ensure his son’s protection.

The Dark Lord was at the height of power at the time of his son Draco’s birth and Lucius feared not for his son’s safety for the Dark Lord would not care to enlist an infant into his ranks and being one of the Dark Lord’s most devout servants Lucius had a guarantee to be in a good position during the time of the Dark Lord’s reign. Unfortunately, a little over a year after the birth of his son Lucius’s world crashed down upon him as the Dark Lord lost all of his powers and vanished from known existence. The months following the Dark Lord’s disappearance were a strenuous time for Lucius, while others celebrated and chanted Hurrah! for Harry Potter, he had to invent wild stories of being cursed and forced to do the Dark Lord’s bidding, he had to bribe several members of the Ministry, and take more care with his speech than ever before which was difficult as so many wanted to talk about the greatness of the Boy-Who-Lived or as Lucius secretly called him the Boy-Who-Should-Die for destroying Draco’s future.

As the years past Lucius gained more and more respect within the Wizarding World and especially within the Ministry of Magic and by the time his son was five Lucius had gained enough contacts to ensure Draco’s success in the future and all was well. That is, all was well until his son started school at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Draco was eleven at the time and happened to find that one of classmates was the legendary Boy-Who-Lived; much to the dismay of Lucius Draco tried and failed to befriend the boy causing an automatic rivalry-one to match that of the Black-Snape rivalry of the Seventies and that of his and Arthur Weasley’s at the Ministry-between his son and the boy who was the star, the tragic-hero, of so many tales and songs; Lucius couldn’t help but feeling that it was a bad omen for the Potter Boy to end up in the same school and grade as his son.

As the year went on Draco wrote to Lucius, every day it seemed, and told him of his fights with Potter, and of Potters ventures: of how Potter made the Quidditch team and was aloud his own broom despite the rules, Of how Potter defeated a mountain troll in the girls bathroom, and of how Potter paraded about with a Mudblood and a son of the poor bastard Arthur Weasley and had every girl cooing his name. Then as summer came Lucius was ‘entertained’ with even more stories of Potter so much so that Lucius felt as if he had been there to witness it all. The only comfort he could offer his son was that of telling him the stories of days past when the Dark Lord was the strongest wizard of them all and had Potter’s parents on their knees. Draco smiled at the thought but didn’t seem satisfied as he seemed to have a loathing just as strong as the one for Potter himself for Potter’s sidekick, the Mudblood, called Granger. So during one of Draco’s rants about how Granger ‘thought she was so smart’ and how ‘all the teachers favor her’ Lucius had a most wonderfully evil idea.

Once upon a time, a time in which the Dark Lord was on the way to greatness, the Dark Lord had entrusted Lucius in the care of his diary a diary that- in the Dark Lord’s words- could destroy Albus Dumbledore and purge Hogwart’s of the Mudblood’s within. The Dark Lord however had disappeared before he ever gave Lucius the ‘go ahead’ to plant the diary within Hogwarts School and so it was left basically forgotten in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor. But now, with Draco continuously ranting about the Mudblood’s at his school Lucius remembered the diary and was very much inclined to follow through with the plan. What could go wrong? Lucius asked himself, The Dark Lord is gone and would surely not miss his diary and if he was Slytherin enough about it Lucius could get the diary into Hogwart’s without anyone ever knowing it was him.

Toward the end of summer Lucius was given the perfect opportunity to sneak The Diary into one of Arthur Weasley’s children’s school supplies and of course he did so and he was able to see the results of said action within a few months of Draco starting his second year. That year, compared to the previous, was positively a joy to hear through Draco’s letters; Potter kept getting injured, although Lucius had nothing to do with that, some crazy half-witted professor pranced around the school, though Lucius had naught to do with that either, and a few of the school’s Mudbloods became petrified which made Draco so excited that he opted, to Lucius’ disappointment, to stay at school over the Christmas Holiday. After the Holiday more attacks occurred, the oaf of a gameskeeper was sent to Azkaban, and with the help of a few well placed threats Lucius got the muggle loving fool Albus Dumbledore to step down as Headmaster.

Alas, the joyful time did not last, and by the end of the school year not only was Dumbledore back as Headmaster but he had lost his eccentric house-elf Dobby and his job. Of course, none of this would have angered Lucius in the slightest, for such was the risk he took in being a sly bastard, except none of that would have occurred if it hadn’t been for-once again- Harry Potter.

The following year passed without incident, or almost, there was an Azkaban break out and the beheading or attempted beheading of a beast that tried to murder his son, but aside from that not much in the way of anything amazing. Certainly nothing compared to the incident at the Quidditch World Cup which took place the summer before Draco’s forth year. The Cup itself was an interesting affair in which he lost a few hundred galleons, not that that even made a scratch in his bank account, but in general he felt as if it was just an over hyped mess. However, as night fell upon the camp where he and the others were staying the night (due to the location of the Cup) Lucius and a few of his old Death Eater friends decided to have some fun. Fun with Muggles. Sending Draco to watch the goings on from the sidelines Lucius and his friends dressed in their Death Eater uniforms and tossed a few muggles into the air. It was much fun and it would have been a harmless affair if it hadn’t been for the event that occurred right after. From somewhere in the forest to which the frightened campers had found refuge someone cast the spell to send the Dark Mark up into the sky. As Lucius looked at the Mark the blood rushed out of his face. Never in his life had anything inflicted as much terror into his soul as seeing the Mark that he once praised in the sky. Who? Who would be foolish enough to do something like that? Was it indented to scare off the Death Eaters? If it was it worked.

All thought of that incident, however, went from Lucius’ mind as Draco’s forth year started, Hogwart’s was playing host to the Tri-Wizard Tournament and although Lucius suspected that the kids in Draco’s grade would not be aloud to enter the Tournament he was looking forward to hearing what Draco thought of the students from the other schools. Unfortunately, once again, Harry Potter got in the way of something Lucius was looking forward to. The evil brat who lived had got himself entered into Tournament even though Dumbledore had made sure that it wasn’t possible for anyone under the age of 17 to enter which was the reason that once again Lucius was forced to endure a year of ranting letters from his only child. But Lucius would have given anything to have that have been his biggest worry.

As the year progressed Lucius noticed a strange phenomenon: the Dark Mark burned into left forearm was starting to glow bright again. The Mark had faded once the Dark Lord had disappeared and had continued to fade as years pass so what could possibly cause it to glow again? Lucius feared he knew the answer. Confiding in an old school friend and fellow ex-Death Eater Lucius went to Hogwarts and asked the Potions Professor, Severus Snape, if he was also experiencing the strange phenomena. Snape was. If it had been 12 years ago even nine years ago Lucius would have jumped for joy for the implications of the darkening of the Dark Mark but now it sent a chill of dread down Lucius’ spine.

At the end of the school year, quiet conveniently during the Tri-Wizard Tournament, it happened. His Dark Mark burned. His old Master called. The Dark Lord had managed to lure the Potter boy and used his blood to resurrect himself but much to the surprise of Lucius the Potter boy managed to escape which of course meant one thing: suffering for incompetence. After many rounds of Crucio and other various painful curses the Dark Lord adjourned the meeting of his Death Eaters. Lucius limped home and quickly wrote a letter to his son. He explained to Draco that the Dark Lord had indeed risen again and that it was a time for joyous celebration. It was a lie. But he had told his son his whole life what a glorious thing it would be if the Dark Lord were to come back and he needn’t change his word at a time when it actually happened. That would have been suicide. And Lucius had never been suicidal.

Another year passed and once again Lucius was working at the Dark Lord’s commands- he had Draco thinking that the Dark Lord would rise to full power again and rid the world of the Mudbloods and he knew that Draco was safe for the time being as the Dark Lord had made no mention of recruiting- and was searching for some bloody prophecy that had caused the Dark Lord to attack the Potter Boy in the first place. The attempt to retrieve the prophecy did not work out as planned. First because the Potter Boy broke it in the midst of battle so that no one could hear what it said and second because Aurors arrived on the scene and arrested every Death Eater in sight-including Lucius.

Lucius spent two months in Azkaban prison before he was able to bribe his way out and when he came home he found the sight he had dreaded since the day, two years prior, that the Mark had become to glow clearer. Draco, barely sixteen, was pacing up and down the sitting room. Narcissa following him with a worried expression on her face. “What’s going on?” Lucius asked as he entered the room. He had a feeling he knew. “Lucius your home!” Narcissa squealed.

“Father,” Draco turned around and smiled and Lucius felt the joy of being a parent once again. How he missed his son’s smile.

“Draco, my son, how are you?” Lucius asked though he could make no attempt to walk towards him as his wife was clinging to him.

“I’d be fine, IF mother would stop making life difficult. I want to take the Dark Mark father, I’m ready, however Mother says I’m not and she refuses to tell me where I can find the Dark Lord. But that doesn’t matter now, does it? You’re here, and you’ll tell me.” Draco grinned. Lucius felt his stomach flop. No! This was not what he wanted. He would not see his son join the maniac that was the Dark Lord. Lucius explained, or rather lied, to Draco about how the Dark Lord only aloud those over the age of seventeen to join his ranks. This lie would give Lucius a year to convince Draco to reconsider his decision. Draco agreed and Lucius was relieved. Unfortunately the Dark Lord had other plans and at the next Death Eater meeting he told Lucius as well as Goyle, Crabbe, and Nott that he wanted their sons to become Death Eaters and that he wanted their answer by Christmas. Now, Lucius knew that it was urgent to find a way to turn Draco against the Dark Lord. He’d taught Draco his whole life that the Dark Lord was a great man to be respected and it’d be an honor to serve him but now he needed to change his son’s mind and he had to do it in a mere few months. He’d have to do something drastic, although admittedly, he did not know what.

But whatever had to be done he would do it. Because he had to save his son. Because he loved Draco very-very much.

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Since he was a small boy he had been fascinated with his father, had always aspired to be like him, and had always been willing to do anything to please him and even when Lucius failed at something, which was not often, and even when he was fired from the Ministry Draco continued to adore him.

As a young boy Draco would sleep in his father’s bed and listen to his heart beat for hours on end or otherwise listen to his father’s stories about the great Dark Lord who tried to purge the world of the evil Mudbloods and Muggles. Draco loved those stories full of action, adventure, and passion. His father’s eyes would light up and he’d become animated and emotional. Draco grew up with the stories of the Dark Lord as well as the stories of the Boy-Who-Lived.

When Draco turned eleven he was invited to attend Hogwarts and he couldn’t wait. His first year however, was not as nice as he had hoped, he missed his father dreadfully and he had had so many terrible encounters with the Boy-Who-Lived, who he now called Potter, that he had to write it his father nearly every day to vent his emotions. His father took his letters without complaint and often issued advice to Draco. His letters to his father became almost a dairy of sorts and he continued to right him until the end of forth year.

The summer after his second year Draco realized something. Something that both terrified and excited him. He realized that somewhere along the line the love he felt for his father had changed. He still loved his father in a ‘he’s my father and I respect him’ sort of way but now he also loved his father in a way that a son is just not meant to.

He loved his father sexually. And he lusted for his father’s body. How this happened he wouldn’t know, but he realized it one night while in bed watching his father sleep (Yes his father still allowed him to sleep with him, although by the end of the summer that stopped-most likely, Draco figured, because of his frequent and newly acquired wet dreams) and ever since couldn’t get the thought out of his mind.

One afternoon, during the summer before his fifth year, Draco snuck into his father’s rooms and picked up a pair of his used underwear, a pair that the house-elfs had yet to pick up, before making his way to his own bedroom, locking the door, and undressing. Once Draco was sure that he had everything properly locked he plopped onto his bed and shoved the boxers against his nose inhaling the sent given by the silk black boxers. It was his father’s scent. It was the sent that sent chills of arousal down his spine. Draco shoved the boxers in his mouth trying to taste his father, it wasn’t enough but Draco feared that it would be the most he would ever receive. For surely his father would never reciprocate such improper feelings.

That afternoon Draco brought himself to orgasm several times just by rubbing the soft fabric of the boxers up and down his shaft and thinking of how it would feel for his father bugger him into the mattress and by the time he was done the boxers were sopping with his cum.

Almost a year later his father was wrongly imprisoned courtesy of Draco’s rival Harry Potter and Draco became infuriated. He knew that only one person could kill both Potter and Dumbledore (as it was Dumbledore’s stupid club that had distracted his father long enough for the Aurors to show up) and make them pay for his father’s wrongful imprisonment. That person was The Dark Lord. Draco knew, from the stories his father would told him that he would have to take the Dark Mark if he wanted to get information or have cooperation from the Dark Lord.

It was a terrifying thought to willingly devote himself to someone who was slightly manic but Draco WOULD take the Dark Mark because Draco loved his father. He loved his father very-very much.

TBC… If you want- with an intro to Severus and Ron (thought that will be shorter than this) followed by-if you want- (in later chapters that will also be shorter than this) by some of the story suggested by the summary. I could always just leave this as a one-shot or kill the Snape/Ron part. I dunno. It’s up to you but I know where I’d like to take this story if you’ll allow it.

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