Keep On Loving You
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult +
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3
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20,844
Reviews:
32
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Currently Reading:
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Keep On Loving You
A/N: I’m not really a writer, but I love reading. I finally decided to try my hand at a story and I’m not quite sure how it’s going to turn out. So let me know how it is!
Pairings: Lucius/Harry
Warnings: Anal, Bond, Language, Minor, M/M, Oral, Rim, Slave, soloM, WIP
Keep On Loving You
Chapter 1: I Will Buy You A New Life
A little boy with jet-black hair and startling green eyes, whose name happened to be Harry Potter, sat shivering and broken in his cupboard under the stairs. He was small and scrawny and had tear tracks running down his face. He had been this way for three hours now. Earlier, his uncle had beaten him for the simple mistake of burning breakfast. His Aunt Petunia and cousin Dudley did nothing to help Harry.
Even since he could remember, Harry’s uncle Vernon would beat him and call him a freak. Harry knew his aunt and uncle didn’t love him. Now, at age ten, Harry decided he would run away and risk the chance of starving on the streets- not much different than starving in his cupboard. At least on the streets he would be free of his uncle, and he could always find scraps of food. Yes, Harry Potter was a very smart ten year-old. Today had been the breaking point for the young boy. Sure, his uncle had kicked and beat him before, but he had never broken anything- at least not deliberately. For punishment today, Uncle Vernon had decided to teach Harry a lesson by ensuring it would never happen again- no more burnt breakfasts, he had broken Harry’s wrist.
Harry quickly and carefully, mindful of his broken wrist, gathered what little belongings he had, mostly Dudley’s old clothes, and threw them into a paper bag he had saved from putting away the groceries yesterday. He snuck as quietly as he could into the kitchen to grab some food and left over change on the counter. He snuck a can of corn, an apple, and the left over wrapped up chicken into his bag. Harry stuck the loose change in his pocket and snuck out the door.
His uncle had long since left for work, his cousin was off somewhere playing with his gang, and his aunt was upstairs taking a bath. Harry slowly made his way down Privet Drive. He walked and walked and walked for hours, with no real destination in mind, as he had nowhere to go. But to Harry, anywhere was better that Privet Drive. After about another hour, Harry noticed that there were many more cars about than there were before.
Harry watched as they passed by, everyone wrapped up in their own business. Harry saw an old run down bar at the end of the street called The Leaky Cauldron. It stood out from every other store in the vicinity. As he made his way towards it he realized that no one even glanced at it as they strode by. When he stepped inside, it was so dark he had to stop and blink as his eyes adjusted.
When Harry could see, he noticed all eyes were on him. Feeling uncomfortable at the attention, he nervously stepped forward and walked up to the bar to talk to the bartender. The man was hunched over and was eyeing Harry curiously. Harry unconsciously flattened his hair to his head, a nervous habit he picked up when people would start at his strange lighting bolt scar on his forehead. His uncle had told him it was a deformity and that he should be ashamed of it and cover it up at all times.
Harry cradled his broken wrist to his chest as the man silently observed him. Shyly, Harry extended his good wrist to the man. He had seen his uncle do this many times to company. He managed to stutter out a weak, “H-hi. M-my name’s H-harry.”
The man looked at the offered hand, then looked to the little boy. His eyes briefly snapped up to his forehead, as if he knew the strange looking scar was there. The bartender was secretly impressed. ‘This kid wanders in here all beaten and has the courage to talk to a stranger in a new and strange environment.’ He suddenly grasped the small boy’s good hand and shook it.
“Tom. I own this bar. So Harry, what’s your last name and what happened to you?”
Harry thought quickly. ‘If I give him my last name, he might take me back to the Dursley’s. But they might not even be looking for me… they’re probably glad I’m gone.’ Harry decided to take a chance and replied. “My last name is Potter…sir” He quickly added and flinched as if he was expecting to be struck. And he was expecting it. His uncle always hit him when he forgot to call him ‘sir’ and show his respect. His uncle Vernon thought he was being disrespectful, but really he just forgot a lot.
“Well Harry Potter, It’s an honor to meet you. Would you like me to call Dumbledore for you?” Tom asked.
Harry looked at Tom confusedly. “Who is Dumb….um…Who is that?” Harry asked, stumbling over the name.
“Dumbledore…you know, the Headmaster of Hogwarts. You ‘ave heard of him, I’m sure. He was there the night your parents died.”
“The night my parents died? He was at the crash site? What’s Hogwarts?” Harry’s young mind was in overdrive, working double time. And what’s a Hogwarts? That was a strange name for something, if you asked him. Harry was also confused as to why this man, ‘Dumb-old-door’ was at his parents car crash.
Tom was the one confused now. “Hogwarts. School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And yes, the night your parents died. They were murdered at your house when you were a baby. Dumbledore was there and took you away. No one knows where he took you, but a lot of people were looking for you.”
Harry was skeptical at first of Tom’s answer. Witchcraft and wizardry? Everyone knows there’s no such thing as witches and wizards. Uncle Vernon got really upset anytime he had mentioned anything out of the ordinary. But that all took a backseat to the horror Harry felt at being told his parents were murdered. In his house.
Tom watched at Harry took it all in. He decided not to call Dumbledore and offered Harry a room for the night, or until he could find somewhere to stay. Harry quickly accepted. After all, he was ten, not dumb. He carried his little bag upstairs and tried to sleep, but his thoughts kept him up. He lay there for a long time before his mind shut down and he finally fell asleep.
A/N: I feel like a lot happened in this chapter, yet it all happened so quickly. Poor Harry, what does Tom have in store for him? And how come Tom didn’t heal him? That’s kind of mean. Anyway, let me know if you liked the start of it. I have the next two chapters written, but not typed up. I might post them later this week, depending on the time I have available.
Pairings: Lucius/Harry
Warnings: Anal, Bond, Language, Minor, M/M, Oral, Rim, Slave, soloM, WIP
Keep On Loving You
Chapter 1: I Will Buy You A New Life
A little boy with jet-black hair and startling green eyes, whose name happened to be Harry Potter, sat shivering and broken in his cupboard under the stairs. He was small and scrawny and had tear tracks running down his face. He had been this way for three hours now. Earlier, his uncle had beaten him for the simple mistake of burning breakfast. His Aunt Petunia and cousin Dudley did nothing to help Harry.
Even since he could remember, Harry’s uncle Vernon would beat him and call him a freak. Harry knew his aunt and uncle didn’t love him. Now, at age ten, Harry decided he would run away and risk the chance of starving on the streets- not much different than starving in his cupboard. At least on the streets he would be free of his uncle, and he could always find scraps of food. Yes, Harry Potter was a very smart ten year-old. Today had been the breaking point for the young boy. Sure, his uncle had kicked and beat him before, but he had never broken anything- at least not deliberately. For punishment today, Uncle Vernon had decided to teach Harry a lesson by ensuring it would never happen again- no more burnt breakfasts, he had broken Harry’s wrist.
Harry quickly and carefully, mindful of his broken wrist, gathered what little belongings he had, mostly Dudley’s old clothes, and threw them into a paper bag he had saved from putting away the groceries yesterday. He snuck as quietly as he could into the kitchen to grab some food and left over change on the counter. He snuck a can of corn, an apple, and the left over wrapped up chicken into his bag. Harry stuck the loose change in his pocket and snuck out the door.
His uncle had long since left for work, his cousin was off somewhere playing with his gang, and his aunt was upstairs taking a bath. Harry slowly made his way down Privet Drive. He walked and walked and walked for hours, with no real destination in mind, as he had nowhere to go. But to Harry, anywhere was better that Privet Drive. After about another hour, Harry noticed that there were many more cars about than there were before.
Harry watched as they passed by, everyone wrapped up in their own business. Harry saw an old run down bar at the end of the street called The Leaky Cauldron. It stood out from every other store in the vicinity. As he made his way towards it he realized that no one even glanced at it as they strode by. When he stepped inside, it was so dark he had to stop and blink as his eyes adjusted.
When Harry could see, he noticed all eyes were on him. Feeling uncomfortable at the attention, he nervously stepped forward and walked up to the bar to talk to the bartender. The man was hunched over and was eyeing Harry curiously. Harry unconsciously flattened his hair to his head, a nervous habit he picked up when people would start at his strange lighting bolt scar on his forehead. His uncle had told him it was a deformity and that he should be ashamed of it and cover it up at all times.
Harry cradled his broken wrist to his chest as the man silently observed him. Shyly, Harry extended his good wrist to the man. He had seen his uncle do this many times to company. He managed to stutter out a weak, “H-hi. M-my name’s H-harry.”
The man looked at the offered hand, then looked to the little boy. His eyes briefly snapped up to his forehead, as if he knew the strange looking scar was there. The bartender was secretly impressed. ‘This kid wanders in here all beaten and has the courage to talk to a stranger in a new and strange environment.’ He suddenly grasped the small boy’s good hand and shook it.
“Tom. I own this bar. So Harry, what’s your last name and what happened to you?”
Harry thought quickly. ‘If I give him my last name, he might take me back to the Dursley’s. But they might not even be looking for me… they’re probably glad I’m gone.’ Harry decided to take a chance and replied. “My last name is Potter…sir” He quickly added and flinched as if he was expecting to be struck. And he was expecting it. His uncle always hit him when he forgot to call him ‘sir’ and show his respect. His uncle Vernon thought he was being disrespectful, but really he just forgot a lot.
“Well Harry Potter, It’s an honor to meet you. Would you like me to call Dumbledore for you?” Tom asked.
Harry looked at Tom confusedly. “Who is Dumb….um…Who is that?” Harry asked, stumbling over the name.
“Dumbledore…you know, the Headmaster of Hogwarts. You ‘ave heard of him, I’m sure. He was there the night your parents died.”
“The night my parents died? He was at the crash site? What’s Hogwarts?” Harry’s young mind was in overdrive, working double time. And what’s a Hogwarts? That was a strange name for something, if you asked him. Harry was also confused as to why this man, ‘Dumb-old-door’ was at his parents car crash.
Tom was the one confused now. “Hogwarts. School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And yes, the night your parents died. They were murdered at your house when you were a baby. Dumbledore was there and took you away. No one knows where he took you, but a lot of people were looking for you.”
Harry was skeptical at first of Tom’s answer. Witchcraft and wizardry? Everyone knows there’s no such thing as witches and wizards. Uncle Vernon got really upset anytime he had mentioned anything out of the ordinary. But that all took a backseat to the horror Harry felt at being told his parents were murdered. In his house.
Tom watched at Harry took it all in. He decided not to call Dumbledore and offered Harry a room for the night, or until he could find somewhere to stay. Harry quickly accepted. After all, he was ten, not dumb. He carried his little bag upstairs and tried to sleep, but his thoughts kept him up. He lay there for a long time before his mind shut down and he finally fell asleep.
A/N: I feel like a lot happened in this chapter, yet it all happened so quickly. Poor Harry, what does Tom have in store for him? And how come Tom didn’t heal him? That’s kind of mean. Anyway, let me know if you liked the start of it. I have the next two chapters written, but not typed up. I might post them later this week, depending on the time I have available.