TBGC

Call It Love
Chapter Thirteen

"You are far too lenient."

Harry looked up questioningly from the book he was reading, "How is that, Lucius?"

"He should have been punished."

"He’s only five-years-old."

Lucius eye twitched, "He threw a black marble stone at my head."

Harry withheld the smirk that was attempting to make its way onto his face. Lucius had made the horrible mistake of telling a cranky Evan it was time for bed. Harry had spent the entire day with his son, but had not been able to convince him to take a nap. They had eaten dinner when Lucius returned home and, at his request, joined him in the study while he worked.

It had been... odd. Harry still wasn’t sure what Lucius meant to accomplish by having them in the room with him rather than just sending Evan off to bed. It was almost as though he were trying to have ‘family time,’ but Harry knew him too well to put any faith in that idea. No, Lucius had something else on his mind and Harry just wished he knew what it was.

"He didn’t have very good aim, though, did he?"

Lucius scowled, "That is not the point. How do you expect him act mature when you allow him to throw things at people who tell him to go to bed?"

"Well, he’s never really done that before." Harry went back to reading. Having spent an hour calming his son down and putting him to bed, what he wanted now was to sit on the couch, read the book, and ignore the fact that Lucius demanding tone was making his cock stir.

"You are taking this too lightly."

Harry slammed the book shut and sat up, "Lucius, you kidnaped him, you keep us apart far more then he’s used to, and you order him around like he’s some minion for you to control; how exactly do you expect him to react?"

"I am his father, I expect him to treat me with respect."

Harry’s eyes narrowed, "Father in fact, not in name, and if you don’t drop the subject I may lose my temper."

Lucius felt the crackle in air, like a fine mist, and sighed, going back to what he was doing and allowed Harry to start reading again.

He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to bring the two of them into the study. He’d had a half baked idea that Harry might enjoy spending a little more time with his son before bed, but when, after an hour, he had announced it was time for bed, Evan had thrown a full blown fit and when it didn’t appear that Lucius was backing down, he’d grabbed the nearest thing he could hold in his small hand and thrown it at him.

The artifact, a small black marble stone, was quite ruined, which was a pity; it had properties that could have been useful at some point, but that was not what bothered Lucius most. Harry had done next to nothing about it. He had turned Evan around, stared him in the eyes and said, ‘Evan James, you know you aren’t supposed to throw things,’ and Evan had nodded and sniffed, saying, ‘I know,’ and the entire thing had been dropped.

Lucius had expected, at the very least, a long winded lecture on the dangers of touching things without knowing what they were. The item could have been cursed, it could have been poisonous.

He sat brooding over the situation for the better part of an hour before deciding that it was hardly worth his effort. After all, Harry was right about one thing, father in fact, not in name, and he had no intentions of starting that now; not with Evan, at any rate.

Pushing his chair away from his desk, he leaned back and stared at Harry, who was thoroughly engrossed in ‘Safety Charms for Children.’ Did the man think about anything else, and where in Merlin’s name had that come from?

Harry looked over slowly, as though sensing he was being stared at, "Do you want something, Lucius?"

Leaning back a little further, Lucius smirked, "Perhaps."

Harry tried to look back at the book, but found sitting still fairly well impossible. Apparently, his body had absolutely no intentions of listening to his mental apprehension. It was the way Lucius was staring at him, really, up and down, focusing on his chest then his legs before settling on his lap.

He felt the slight flush in his cheeks and focused on the page he wasn’t really reading anymore. Damn, Lucius, but this was frustrating. With a heavy sigh, he put the book on the table next to the stiff sofa he had been half laying on. "Well?"

Lucius pushed back from his desk a little further and motioned for Harry to come to him, which he did, though with more than a little trepidation. He sat on the edge of the desk facing the blonde wizard, eyeing him, "Now?"

Still not saying anything, Lucius pointed at the floor, then his crotch. It took Harry a moment to understand what he was trying to say. "You can’t be serious."

The smirk had returned and when he spoke his voice was smoky with lust, "You do this, Harry love, and last night will look like foreplay."

Oh. Harry blinked a few times, very aware that his half stiff cock was quickly filling and pressing into the slacks under his robes. He gulped, looking down at Lucius’ lap as the man pushed his robes open and began undoing his pants.

"...but that’s been, I mean, you put it..."

Lucius pulled his erect cock out, chuckling softly as Harry faltered. "I hope you are not referring to last night’s activities, Harry, because I can assure I have washed quite thoroughly since then."

Harry gulped, looking down with widened eyes. Now that he thought about it, he’d never had occasion to actually stare at another’s man fully erect cock before, not really. He’d seen it, he’d had this particular one shoved up his ass on more than one occasion, but he’d never really taken a good long look at the actual thing itself, all on its own, just standing there, waiting.

He worried his lower lip as Lucius began stroking himself lazily to keep his erection. He didn’t really want to, but he couldn’t say he didn’t want to. It was still Lucius, it was still strange and disturbing and not something he wanted to dissect at the moment, but it wasn’t as though he had anyone else around either.

He’d spent most of the day agonizing inwardly over the evenings events and had come up with several conclusions. He didn’t want Lucius in particular, which was a great relief, and he had no actual feelings towards the man, it was just that Lucius was the only one who had ever touched him that way and that was bound to have an effect on him.

As for him having enjoyed sex, well, that was a little trickier; he had tried to write it off as simple physical stimulus, but it wasn’t just that. It was his entire life being unloved, untouched by even his family and to have someone finally touch him in a way that was not painful and not hurting had made it that much more intense on a mental and emotional level.
Given the choice, he’d much rather be on his knees in front of Filch than Lucius and that was saying something; still.. "Foreplay, huh?"

Lucius nodded and wagged a finger, which made Harry scowl because he was already getting down and it looked far too much like compliance. Once he was on his knees, though, there wasn’t much room for feeling degrading. Well, not about a little finger wag, anyway. He looked up, his mouth twisted in an uncertain sneer, "I’m not really all that sure what to do."

Lucius took his hand off his member and wrapped it in Harry hair, "We’ll start with putting it in your mouth" he blinked once, "and watch the teeth.

Harry swallowed what was left of his slowly ebbing pride and opening his mouth, lowering it over the head of Lucius cock. The hand pushed him down and the tip of it touched his tongue unexpectedly. He tried to pull back, but the hand didn’t budge, so he settled on letting it rest where it was. He decided that it tasted bitter, but not so much so that he felt like gagging. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he noted the slight musky smell; he tried not to note that it wasn’t all that unpleasant.

He dipped his head, moving in miniscule motions as Lucius gave a little shudder, but didn’t close his eyes. That was Harry’s first hint that something was wrong. Something wasn’t right; Lucius was clearly enjoying himself, the rock hard erection lying against Harry’s tongue was enough to tell him that, yet, despite this, he was staring intently at the door, as though he expected something.

Or someone. Harry started to pull up. The only other person in the manor was Evan and he’d be damned if his son was going to walk in on this, but Lucius gripped his hair harder and pushed, shoving the cock down Harry’s throat and making him gag. He pressed his palm into Lucius legs, trying to use the leverage to push himself up, but it wasn’t working and he needed air.

The door opened, smashing against the wall with a loud crash. He was slightly relieved at the realization that it couldn’t be Evan (Evan was barely strong enough to open the heavy wooden doors), but also more than a little worried as to who it actually was.

He was aware of Lucius doing something with his other hand, of saying something low under his breath that followed by the heavy thud of someone falling to the floor. Lucius let go of his hair and he stumbled to his feet, coughing and choking on his own breath as he looked around. A figure was lying on the floor, a man if the broad shoulders were anything to go by, and he was heaving as though he were trying to suck in breath, but couldn’t. Stumbling forward, Harry fell down next to him, and turned him over to get a better look. He’d already gathered that whoever it was there to help him, Lucius wouldn’t have attacked the person, otherwise, he just hoped it wasn’t Snape, the last thing anyone needed was for their only spy to blow his cover.

It wasn’t Snape; it was Sirius, and his lips were already turning an unhealthy blue.

Harry turned on Lucius, wiping at the tears that had clouded his vision when he’d been choking, "Stop it, Lucius! Stop it right now!"

"Get Evan."

Harry’s eyes slit dangerously, but his coming outburst was interrupted when Sirius gave a violent shudder and gripped the hem of Harry’s robes. He looked down, both scared and angry, but not entirely sure what to do anymore, "Sirius..." he turned back to his captor, "Lucius, please? I’ll get Evan; just stop whatever it is your doing."

Lucius stood from his chair, wand still aimed at Sirius, "I will take it off the moment you return with your son." Taking one last look at his godfather, Harry scrambled up desperately and ran through the still open door.

Lucius watched the trailing figure until he was sure the young man was out of ear shot. Giving a large sigh, he walked slowly over to Sirius and looked down at it with unhidden contempt. "Do you have any idea, Black, how long it has taken me to get him to the point where he would do that willingly?"

The blue eyes glared daggers up at Lucius and the blond twisted the wand subtly in his grip. Sirius reached up to grab at his own throat, "If you’ve found us the others can’t be far behind. It really is a shame; Harry will be most uncooperative with both you and his son gone. However, I suppose it can’t be helped, can it?"

He held it there, enjoying the convulsions and desperate gestures for air, until he heard footsteps coming down the hall. With a violent twisted the wand, he listened with amusement as the bones in Sirius’ neck cracked then shattered under the increased pressure and he went suddenly limp, hands falling to his side and vacant eyes open staring up into nothing.

"Such a shame, indeed."

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Harry thought his heart was going to explode. Sirius was on the floor of Lucius office. Did that mean the others knew where he was, too, or had his godfather been impetuous and tried the rescue on his own? Sirius was known for not thinking things through, especially where Harry was concerned.

Throwing open the door to Evan’s room, he scooped his son up, not bothering to say anything or properly wake him. He had to get back quickly. The little arms wound around his neck and tightened as Evan began to wake up, "Father?"

"Yes, sweetie, it’s okay."

Evan rubbed his eyes with one fist and looked around, "Where are we going?"

Harry hurried his steps, trying not to seem too anxious. Evan was probably going to be upset as it was, there was no need to make it any worse. "Just to the library."

"Father, I forgot my big brother dragon."

Harry stopped for a moment and looked back, hesitantly. He just couldn’t afford the time, not with Sirius choking to death and Lucius study. "We’ll go back for it later, okay?"

Evan nodded and put his head back on his father’s shoulder, holding tightly as they walked at a near run down the hall. Harry started to sigh in relief as he saw the study door approaching, but came to an abrupt halt at what he saw once he stepped inside. Sirius lay on the floor, his hands strew out on the carpet next to him, his face ghostly white, his lips pale blue, and his eyes misted over in death.

For a few seconds all Harry would do was stare.

"Grandpa Sirius?"

He was jerked painfully back to reality by the sound of his son’s frightened and confused voice. He lifted a hand up and gently put Evan’s head back on his shoulder, "Don’t look, sweetie."

"Daddy, what’s wrong with Grandpa Sirius?"

Before he could respond, he felt a hand tighten around his upper arm and looked up at Lucius, who simply shrugged at the questioning glance, "You took too long."

Harry gaped as he and Evan were forcibly dragged across the room. It didn’t register where they were headed until he was shoved into the fireplace, still holding tightly onto Evan, who had not yet lifted his face from the crook of his father’s neck.

Harry watched Lucius reaching for floo powder and felt his stomach clench painfully, "Where are we going?"

Lucius didn’t answer and Harry began to panic, "Lucius, where are we going?"

He barely had time to hear, "Lord Voldemort," before he was engulfed in flame and the twirling, jerking sensation forced him to do nothing other than grip onto Evan for all he was worth and wait for it to stop. When it did, he tumbled forward, barely managing to stay on his feet.

The room was large, sparsely furnished with only a single seat at the far end, and eerily familiar. He took a deep, steadying breath. They weren’t alone. Harry was standing in front of Lord Voldemort and twenty or more death eaters. He had begun to slowly back up, holding onto Evan even more tightly than before, when a sound behind him indicated Lucius had come through.

A strong hand gripped his shoulder and he stood still, staring at the throne like seat on the other side of the room that Voldemort occupied. The dark lord gave a low chuckled, unsettling chuckle. "Well, then, the rumors were true after all. Lucius Malfoy has brought me Harry Potter and my son."

Harry growled, but said nothing. Voldemort hated it when captives ‘talked back;’ they didn’t have to like what was being said, but he didn't want them voicing their opinions. With serpentine grace, Voldemort stood, slowly striding towards them as Harry fought the urge to back up, to run, to do anything but just stand there waiting for the inevitable.

Voldemort stopped in the center of the room, facing them from a distance. "I believe that I would like to have a look at Evan, Harry."

Harry cringed and shook his head, but Lucius tightened the grip on his shoulder painfully. There really was no way around it, one way or another they would make him let go and the last thing he wanted was for his son to get hurt in the cross fire. Talking a few deep breaths, he lowered himself to the ground and let Evan stand.

He ran his hands through his son’s sleep tousled hair. There was very little hope in his mind that he could avoid separation and the thought of his little boy in Voldemort’s grasp was enough to nearly bring him to tears. "Be good and do what they say, Evan, alright?"

Evan looked back at the men behind them and wrapped his arms back around his father’s neck, "Daddy, I’m scared."

Harry rubbed his son’s back soothingly, "I am too, but it’ll be okay, just be good for me."

After a moment, Evan nodded into his chest and Harry gently pried his arms off from around his neck before looking back at Voldemort, who seemed highly amused at the entire situation, "Come here, Evan."

Harry saw Evan hesitate and nudged him forward, holding back the fear in his heart as he watched him walk slowly into the middle of the death eaters. Lucius steered Harry to ftlinejoin him as the death eater’s formed a circle around the two. He kept his fingers curled tightly around Harry’s shoulder.

Harry watched numbly as Voldemort stood in front of Evan, waiting for his followers to finish moving into place. When the room was still (with the exception of Evan, who couldn’t stop himself from glancing back at his father every few seconds) the dark lord looked down and took in the child before him.

"Do you know who I am?"

Evan looked back at his father again, his hands clasped nervously behind his back. "No."

Harry would have called what Voldemort did next a smile if he thought the monster were capable of such a genuine gesture. "Look at me when you speak, child."

Evan looked back, and gulped slightly, "No, I don’t know who you are."

Voldemort nodded, "I am Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord and your father."

At this Evan’s nervousness disappeared entirely, replaced by anger that someone else would try that on him. He wasn’t stupid, he knew who Voldemort was, and he wasn’t his father. His hands dropped to his sides and he straightened up, looking back defiantly, "No you’re not."

Voldemort knelt down as gracefully as he could, given the bulk of the robes around his sickeningly thin figure. "Perhaps not by heritage, but you were born to be my son."

Evan shook his head, refusing to believe anything ‘the bad man’ told him. Hadn’t his father always told him never to believe anything Voldemort told him? "No."

Voldemort scowled, "You should be honored that someone as great as myself wants you for an heir."

Evan’s eyes slit and Harry heard the coming response before it even left his son’s mouth and closed his eyes to the anger he knew would follow. "My father says you’re nothing but a filthy mudblood."

Harry felt the air go still and opened his eyes in time to see Voldemort turn to look at him. His demeanor was too calm for Harry’s liking. The Dark Lord stood and walked across the room to stand in front of Harry who couldn’t help but shake slightly. It may have been five years, but the memories of the hours of torture were still fresh.

Voldemort ran his hand down Harry’s cheek, watching the face tighten and the green eyes fill with pain, "Did you really, little Harry? Did you teach your son to call me that?"

Harry looked at Evan who was still standing in the center of the circle, watching the dark lord with deep contempt. Voldemort gripped Harry’s chin and forced him to look back, "Did you teach your son to call me that?"

"No. I told him about your father... b... but Draco..."

He trailed off as he saw comprehension in the Dark Lord’s face. "Draco, you say. Lucius?"

Lucius nodded, "I have already dealt with Draco, my lord. He is dead."

Evan’s defiance dropped into disbelief and he looked questioningly at his father. Harry clenched his teeth. He had not wanted Evan to find out like that, he’d been waiting till it was safe to sit with him and explain it like he had explained Hermione and Fred and Neville and everyone else that had died in the past two years.Voldemort looked back at Harry and stroked his thumb over the dark haired wizard’s jaw line, "Still, I do believe you need to be punished. It doesn’t do for you to have allowed my son to use such a filthy word, don’t you agree?"

Harry shook his head, but said nothing. At Voldemort’s nod, Lucius shifted his grip to hold Harry’s upper arms tightly. Harry was preparing himself for a curse when Voldemort turned away and aimed his wand at Evan instead.

"No!" Harry threw himself against Lucius grip, but it tightened, cutting the blood off to his arms. "No, please!"

But it did no good. Harry didn’t even hear the words, just the green light that flashed through his son and the heavy thud of the small body hitting the ground. Everything went very still, Harry’s entire world seem to come to a stop. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think.

Lucius felt Harry go limp in his arms, but kept him upright. Not even he had been expecting that. Crucio, maybe, but for the Dark Lord to kill the boy he had been waiting so long to get is hands on? Voldemort turned back to them and, from the cruel smile spreading on his face, Lucius gathered he was pleased with what he saw. He reached a thin, bony hand forward and trailed it over Harry’s check, bringing his wet fingers up to look at them.

Tears. Harry must have been crying and Voldemort was infinitely pleased with it. "Is that all it took, little hero of the wizarding world? I have tortured you, had you raped, I’ve killed your friends in front of you, and all it took was that. Just that?"

Harry was becoming a dead weight and Lucius let him drop to the ground where he sat on the heals of his feet, unmoving. Voldemort stared down a moment longer before the smile dropped and he looked back up at Lucius, "Do what you like with him, Lucius, he is of no interest to me." He sounded somewhat disappointed.

A tingle split the air, like small tendrils of electricity seeking something out. It took a moment for Lucius to realize what it was and even when he did he wasn’t sure he believed it. Harry was sitting perfectly still, staring at the unmoving body of his dead son, but his eyes were livid, like they were on fire, and the energy around him crackling more brightly than when he had lost his temper with Lucius only days before.

It really shouldn’t have been possible. He’d had less than a week to recover; there shouldn’t have been that much stored energy, not to mention that Potter did not seem to be mentally capable of lifting a finger, let alone throwing theDark Lord clear across the chamber with enough force to crack his head open like an overripe pumpkin.

It shouldn’t have been possible and yet that was what happened. Without so much as a word, without blinking, without even a cry of outrage, Potter had sent Voldemort flying forward until there was little left of his face but a squashed mass oozing red and pink onto the floor below it.

Still nothing. Harry didn’t move as the other deatheaters began aparatting away. Lucius watched his lover as he sat there, staring. However, he couldn’t wait very long, the Auror’s would sense this place without Voldemort alive to guard it, they would feel Potter’s presence and come looking for him.

When Lucius grabbed Harry’s arm and lifted him up, turning him away, Harry made his first half aware gesture - to try and pull back and face the body again, "Evan..."

"Is dead." Lucius finished and watched Harry’s face crumble. With a heavy sigh, he pulled him toward the fireplace, "We’ll have another."

-tbc-

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