Eye for an Eye

Title: Eye for an Eye
Genre: Romance, Drama, Slash
Pairing: Harry/Draco so far. May contain other pairings, but that will be a surprise. Can't give everything away.
Summary: Non-Magic. Lucius goes against one of the most dangerous criminal to protect his family, or did he put them in more danger than ever.
Rating: Graphic, violence
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowlings. Just borrowing them for this story.
No copyright or trademark infringement is intended. No money is being made, simply done for fun.
Dedication: madlodger, Thank you so much for your help!

Eye for an Eye
Prologue


The rain drove hard into the warm pavement. Lightening illuminated the dark night sky as thunder rumbled in the distance. The tall, blonde however, did not notice how the cold rain poured hard down around him, how it seeped down past his upraised collar of his expensive suede trench coat. A flash of lightening illuminated the ominous scene. The man’s attention was drawn to two groups of people who stood facing each other, guns drawn.

Shouts of “freeze” and “down on the ground” could barely be heard over the rumbles of the thunder. The tall blonde immediately dropped to the ground grimacing as he flopped down onto a muddy puddle. A few of his “associates” also dropped to the ground.

He squinted against the rain pouring down on his face matting his long blonde hair to his face. Just to his left, Voldemort and his most trusted men and woman remained standing their guns pointed at the FBI agents surrounding them. Beside Voldemort stood his son, Tom Riddle Jr., who stared wide-eyed, his gun trembling slightly in his hand. The man despised the kid, always getting into things he was not ready for, tonight being a prime example. His usually carefully styled spiked black hair with frosted tips was now matted down from the rain making him appear years younger than his age.

“”I’ll only say this to you once more, drop your guns, now!” Shouted a dark man deep within the FBI group whom the blonde recognized as Shacklebolt.

Voldemort stood fast his gun never wavering. A loud peel of thunder tore through the sky and that was when all hell broke loose.

Pops of gunfire filled the humid night air. The blonde tried to push himself further down onto the hard pavement throwing his arms over his head, squeezing his eyes shut tight. He held his breath wondering how the hell he managed to get himself into such a mess.

Then everything suddenly went silent and still. All Lucius could hear was the sound of rain splattering against wet pavement, tinkling against the nearby metal train containers while the thunder continued to grumble in the distance. Carefully, Lucius opened his eyes then cautiously lifted his arms from around his head. A flash of lightening once again illuminated the surround area. Lucius breath hitched at the sight before him. Not more than 2 feet from him was Jr’s lifeless blue eyes stared back at him. A steady flow of crimson blood poured from a small hole above his right eye pooling and mixing with the rain relentlessly pouring down onto the black wet pavement around his head.

Other lifeless bodies of those young and old, who had sworn their loyalty to Voldemort, now lie dead on the ground. Some were too young, mixed up in something beyond their years. Lucius had somehow protected his own son from joining Voldemort’s group who had called themselves the Deatheaters.

He continued to stare at Jr’s blank eyes from where he was still laying on his stomach upon the wet muddy ground. He was vaguely aware of the hands that now pulled him up. In a distance someone was calling his name. Lucius was brought out of his shocked state when someone forcibly shook him.

“Malfoy! Snap out of it! Are you hurt?”

Lucius turned toward Agent Shacklebolt and merely shook his head. Satisfied, Shacklebolt steered him toward a group of agents conversing around an unmarked squad car with it lights still flashing.

Lucius glanced at the aftermath of the bust; several bodies now littering the ground. Some of the dead were agents but most were Voldemort’s men. Hope suddenly fluttered in his stomach as he searched the area for a body in particular but his hope quickly faded as a familiar voice broke through the his revere.

“Your gonna pay Malfoy for your betrayal! You are responsible for my son’s death!” Voldemort growled as he viciously fought the hold two large agents had on him. He was swiftly handcuffed read his rights and shoved into the back of a tan unmarked squad car. Voldemort looked straight at Lucius, his narrowed eyes bore into him through the car window. “Dead!” Voldemort mouthed ominously.

That was the last that Lucius saw of Voldemort until the day of his testimony at Voldemort’s trial. Lucius stood up at the witness stand recounting his involvement with Voldemort, confirming some of the evidence Lucius supplied to the FBI and a recount of the eve of the bust. Throughout his entire testimony, Voldemort cast a deadly calm gaze at Lucius. Voldemort looked as intimidating as ever sitting there in his sleek dark grey suit. His dark hair slicked back, his steely gaze never wavering from Lucius.

At the conclusion of his testimony, Lucius stood up from the witness stand and moved toward the exit of the courtroom. He could feel Voldemort’s cold stare watching his every movement. Upon exiting the courtroom, Lucius collapse on the nearby bench willing his trembling hands still. Agent Shacklebolt suddenly appeared and sat down next to Lucius giving his shoulder a comforting pat. “You did great in there Lucius. Come on let’s head out, I’ll take you home.”

Two weeks later, the trial concluded. Lucius found himself sitting in a stiff black leather chair inside Shacklebolt’s office waiting to hear the outcome of the trial. His leg thumped up and down nervously as he waited for Shacklebolt to return. Lucius jumped slightly as the door to the office suddenly swung open and the unkempt agent balanced two steaming cups of coffee into his office. Handing one of the mugs over to Lucius, Shacklebolt sat in the leather chair beside Lucius.

“It’s done Lucius. He got the death penalty.”

Lucius let out the breath he did not realize he was holding and a small smile curled on his lips. The gesture felt foreign as he had not much to smile about in over a year and a half since the day he offered to help the FBI bring down one of the most dangerous criminals.

“Thank you,” was all Lucius could say. After over a year of hell, it was finally over. However, it did not keep a sudden chill of dread from creeping down his spine.

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Shacklebolt dropped Lucius off in front of his house. He stepped away from the car and watched as Shacklebolt drove away. Then turned toward the large bricked two story home in front of him. With a soft sigh, Lucius walked up the front stoned steps and stepped into a large marbled foyer. He toed off his expensive Italian shoes and shrugged off his long overcoat, placing it inside the front closet.

He weaved his way through several stacked cardboard boxes and moved toward the sound of voices, which seemed to be drifting from the kitchen.

Lucius leaned up against the doorframe watching as his family sat around the large oak kitchen table helping themselves to various boxes of Chinese take-out. His youngest daughter Brooke was talking enthusiastically to her mother, her pigtails bouncing with each breath she took. Narcissa listened to her daughter with a warm smile as she animatedly told her mom about how Joey, the next-door poodle was giving her a paw.

Across from the table, his son Draco sat with a scowl on his face pushing his food around his plate. Lucius gave a soft sigh. He knew that the move would be the hardest on his son who was about to enter his final year of high school. Now he was being forced to begin all over and leave his friends behind because of him.

He continued to remind himself that what he did, he did for his family. Yet he could not shake this ominous feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Narcissa finally noticed her husband’s presence. “Hey,” she said, “How did it go?”

“It’s finally over. We will be escorted by the FBI tomorrow at 8am to our new home.

The sudden scrapping of wooden chair across tile drew his attention to his son who abruptly stood then tossed his chopsticks onto the kitchen table. He stormed passed his father and ran up the stairs taking them two at a time. A loud slam echoed throughout the house.

Lucius closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a weary sigh. He was startled when he was suddenly enveloped in warmth, as his wife drew her arms around her husband’s waist offering him some comfort. “Don’t worry, he will come around. He just needs time to adjust.”

Lucius just gave his wife a slight squeeze; he was not so certain his son would ever forgive him.

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The next day, Carl, one of the movers, entered the large study within the Malfoy residence where a large cardboard box was remaining. He moved towards it and noticed a manila envelope on top of the box with “Malfoy” written on top of it. Shrugging, Carl lifted the box and headed out of the house towards the moving truck.

Lucius aimlessly walked around the house with his hands clasped behind his back. His family had left earlier for the airport an hour ago. Lucius remained behind to finish up a few details before leaving this life behind to start anew. The prospect of leading a new life filled Lucius with hope not only for himself but his family from the dangerous life he had dragged them into.

He gave a soft sigh and turned toward the front foyer and out the front door. With one final glance, Lucius gave his silent goodbye and closed and locked the door to the Manor.

Shacklebolt stood leaning up against a tan sedan waiting patiently as Lucius closed down the Manor. Lucius was now heading towards him when one of movers with the name tag Carl stitched on his navy uniform, approached him and handed Lucius what seemed to be a large letter sized manila envelope. Lucius nodded his head in thanks and turned his attention toward the envelope his brow furrowed in confusion.

Using the house key, Lucius carefully tore the envelope open then pulled out its contents. Lucius appeared to just stare at the contents before him, the envelope in his other hand fluttered forgotten to the ground as his other hand tightly gripped onto the sheet he held before him. Lucius stared wide-eyed, his hand began to shake.

Noticing Lucius' distress, Shacklebolt immediately pushed himself up from the car he was leaning against and swiftly moved to where Lucius was standing.

“Malfoy, what is it?”

Lucius could only hand the paper over to Shacklebolt while staring over his shoulder blankly.

Shacklebolt carefully removed the paper from the distraught man's shaking hand and peered down. He slowly let out a tired breath at the image before him. It was a black and white photo of Lucius' son Draco who appeared to be sitting with a few of his friends. Draco’s image was circled in thick, crusting red circle. Blood. Written in bold bloody ink just below the circled image of Draco was written “Eye for and an Eye.”

Do I bother to continue?