Scared Pottah?

*So usually I hate Lucius but I recently came across some art and a fic that warmed my heart. So I decided to write one of my own. What if Lucius wasn't bad? What if he had done all of that stupid shit to protect Draco? Maybe he followed Voldemort to save his family, but when Voldemort and the death eaters lose themselves in Draco, laughing as they torment his only son, maybe Lucius and Narcissa run to the burrow, begging for help. What if Harry realized who the real Draco was? LOVE U ALL!!

-SB

Relationships: Narcissa/Lucius, Draco/Harry, Pansy/Blaise, Ron/Hermione

*rape(no vivid depictions), assault, language,

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Lucius stared in bewilderment at the sight before him. Death eaters, drunk and vicious, were torturing and raping his son. His only son. He had stood with these men his whole life, they had been the closest thing he had to a family. But watching them- watching them chain Draco from the chandelier in the middle of his dining room, all twenty of them touching and cutting and hitting. That drove the Malfoys over the edge. Narcissa clutched Lucius' arm, tears pouring from her eyes and making mascara bleed down her cheeks. Lucius gripped her shoulder tightly, not meeting her gaze. They'd have to play this right.

"Go get Florence. Then pack our bags. We'll go to the Potter boy for safe passage." He muttered through clenched teeth.

"But Harry Potter won't want to help us-"

"Maybe not us, but if they'll take Draco that'll be enough. Quickly now, I'll try to distract them to get them away from Draco." He hissed stepping forward. Narcissa tromped out of the room, grabbing the young girl at the edge of the door. The girls name was Florence, she was a Psych witch that Voldemort had stolen the week before. The girl could find Harry Potter easily, Narcissa knew she'd help them. She hated the hell hole that had become the manor. She heard a scream from the room followed by laughter.

"They-they-they're raping him." Florence gasped staring into Narcissa's terror stricken eyes.

"Yes love we're getting him out. Find Harry James Potter. We'll need to teleport as soon as possible. I'm going to go pack. Lucius is trying to get to Draco." Narcissa said quickly shoving Florence on.

"And Blaise and Pansy?"

"Yes get them too." She whispered rushing up the stairs to she and Lucius' room. More screams, more laughter. This time the noises were accompanied by a loud crash followed by more screams.

"DAMNIT THE CHANDELIER FUCKIN FELL!" Laughed a death eater from downstairs.

"DID IT BREAK HIS BACK? I DIDNT GET A TURN!" Yelled Gregory Goyle.

While Narcissa packed, and Lucius shoved his way through the drunk bastards, Florence rushed to Blaise and Pansy's room.

"I'm not going down there.They can drag m-"

Pansy started.

"We're going. Lucius is getting Draco and Narcissa is packing. Get your things, you've got about a minute before we're gone."

"OI LUCIUS CLEAN HIM UP REAL QUICK!" Slurred a voice downstairs. A loud clomping sound thudded against the stairs, followed by hysterical laughter. Lucius stumbled into the room, dragging Draco at his side. Pansy and Blaise had thrown their things into random suitcases, tossing anything they could into the bags. Draco's arm was bent funny, and he was biting his lip so hard blood gushed from his mouth. His pants were torn and shredded, barely hanging onto his hips.Pansy and Blaise hoisted him up while Florence closed her eyes and tried to pull up a portal. Narcissa had stolen all the money she could get her hands on, refusing to leave the rapist with anything she could take.

The portal flung open, blue light searing in the room. A small, pretty house, with a stacked up structure shined in the blue portal. Florence motioned forward, and Narcissa and Lucius hopped in, Pansy and Blaise hopped in too, dragging Draco with them, Florence jumped in last, the portal diminishing just before the dark lords snake could slither into the room, the black hooded villain growling with anger.

"Now I've no clue where Harry Potter is." He sneered. "And I've lost my toy." He smashed Pansy's favorite lamp and stalked from the room.

•••

Remus glanced out the window, frustration building up in his gut. He didn't get it. Why would anyone choose lust and fame and evil over love? Over family? Why the fuck did Sirius Black have to die to- well no reason. Remus just couldn't stand the fact that he was gone. Ron and Harry played wizard's chess, Arthur snored in a red armchair, George and Fred were grinning and showing Tonks card tricks and pranks from previous years, and Remus stared out the window. He and tonks were best friends, they loved each other in a way that couldn't be matched by romance. But Sirius-

Remus shot up. A blue light flashed across the yard, glowing through the window.

"Harry." Remus said grabbing his wand and looking outside. The house quickly flashed to life, people grabbing wands and coats and running out the door. They all gasped at the sight. The Malfoys, Lucius and Narcissa running forward, with Parkinson and Zabini dragging a very bloody Draco between them.

"Please." Narcissa gasped. Molly tromped forward. They all threw their wands away from them, showing their hands.

"Please." Lucius whispered.

"You should die." Harry growled walking forward. "Sirius-"

"I begged them not to kill Sirius Black. It was him or Granger. They made Pansy choose. She tried to save him, tried to tell you all." Lucius said sternly.

"You should still-" began Ron.

"Yes I agree. Kill us. Me, my husband. Any of us. Just please, please help my son. They- oh god Lucius." Narcissa stumbled into her husband sobbing hysterically. Molly lowered her wand just barely before remembering Sirius and snarling.

"Whatever game you're playing won't work. Go back where you came from and leave us alone." She hissed. A smalle girl popped out from behind Draco.

"Don't." The blonde grunted throwing himself forward. "Just take me back. I'm who he wants. They shouldn't have to help me." He gasped stumbling back into Pansy and Blaise's arms.

"I'm a Psych witch. Voldemort was going to use me to find you. I can read minds, locations, I have teleportation powers and teekenesis. If we wanted you dead you'd be gone by now. We'll take anything you want. Vertrasium, an unbreakable vow, anything. Just please help Draco. He hasn't got much time left." The girl whispered.

"How do we know-" Harry was cut off by Lucius

"You don't." Lucius snapped. "And I know of all the people you wish you could kill I'm probably number two on the list. And if you want to kill me you can. But my son is dying. He didn't have any part in the demise of any of your friends or relatives, and he's always been defending you out of sight. He saved you several times without your knowing. So all I ask Mr. Potter, is that you help him." Lucius looked broken, staring at his bloodied child. Harry's hand wavered.

"We'll come along then." Molly whispered, gathering their wands and walking into the burrow.

Tension was thick enough to be cut with a knife as they entered the home of the Weasley's.

•••

Draco writhed in agony as the skele-grow began to set into his bones. Molly was trying to heal his wounds but had to turn away from each ear piercing scream. Harry was shell shocked, he and blaise were pinning down the blondes legs while Pansy clutched his arms.

"Draco darling we're helping! It's not Voldemort. It's not Dolohov, not Greyback, not any of them. You're safe. Shhhh, you're safe." She whispered stroking his bloody, sweat soaked hair from his face. He looked up to her through bruises and blood clutching her arm.

"They're... gone?" He gasped.

"Gone Draco. I'll never let them touch you ever again I swear. never love." She whispered gently combing his hair as molly tended to the awful cuts on his body. Mrs. Weasley shooed Harry and Blaise out when she saw the nasty cuts up his legs.

"Did they..." she didn't care to finish the sentence.

"Rape him." Pansy finished, tears pouring from her eyes. She nodded ."More than twenty of them all at once. I don't. God Mrs. Weasley I know I've been a piece of shit, but Draco hasn't. Every step of the way he protected you and your family. Protected Harry. He put up a front but he cared so much for Potter." She whispered, combing the sleeping boys hair.

"I don't think I can wrap my head around all of this. I'll leave you here I suppose. Tell me when he wakes." Molly said walking from the room in a daze. She heard the Malfoys talking and backed against a wall to listen.

"What if they hurt him Lucius. Or don't do anything to stop him from dying. We stood there. Stood while they raped our son. We-" Narcissa broke off into a sob.

"We didn't just stand there. We got him out. Got him to these people. Harry Potter molly and Arthur Weasley, all of them,they're the best sort of Gryffindors. They'll take care of him. That's all that matters." Lucius whispered, pulling his wife into a warm embrace. She sobbed into his chest.

"We were so s-s-stupid. Becoming them- becoming that. Those, those monsters. We followed him for so long, without a second thought. Never again Lucius. Promise me." She begged clutching his robe lapels.

"You have my word." He whispered. Molly made her appearance then, and Lucius left to give her space.

"My son?" Narcissa whispered.

"He'll be alright. He's a bit beaten up, and the mental part of it may be challenging, but he'll be ok." Molly said quietly.

"Oh Molly. Thank you. You will never understand the gratitude-"

"A mother to a mother." Molly whispered, touching the other woman's shoulder. Narcissa teared up and nodded.

"I have a gift. I was planning on destroying it, or giving it to a charity or something but I'd rather you have it." She said quietly, grabbing the two bags filled with about nine hundred galleons each.

"Oh good heavens no I-"

"It's not my money. I stole it from those shit heads. I want you to have it. I want you to use their money and be happy when you but things with it. Because your beautiful family deserves it far more than they do." Narcissa whispered, dropping the bags and leaving to visit her son. No one knew that Harry, Ron and Hermione had listened to the whole conversation.

•••

When the trio crept into Draco's bedroom late that night, they saw his arms, head, and chest wrapped tightly with bandages, his left eye covered in the gauzy material. Draco groaned and rolled over, then yelped and quickly rolled back over onto his back, going back to sleep with a gentle sigh. Pansy and Blaise were curled up in an arm chair, snoring loudly in each other's arms. The trio just looked at Draco's beaten body, the broken frame of the boy. He looked to be on deaths door.

"The fuck are you doing Potter?" Draco mumbled sitting up. "Weasley, Granger." He greeted them suspiciously.

"We came to check on you." Hermione whispered.

"Uh huh. And I'm a muggle. What are you up to?" He glowered through the dark. Hermione saw his dark mark in the dim light of the candle on his bedside, it was clawed, long jagged scars making the ink faded and messy. Had he- had he done that to himself?

"We were just leaving." Ron hissed shoving them out. Pansy and Blaise awoke to his sharp tone, glaring daggers at the Gryffindors as they walked out of sight.

"Did they wake you?" Pansy asked.

"They were apparently checking on me." Draco said.

"When pigs fly." She mumbled.

"Probably wanted to reopen your stitches or something."

"Fuck those hurt. Can't believe I had to do it the muggle way when they took my wand." Draco mumbled lifting his shirt. Harry Ron and Hermione were still there, underneath the warm cover of Harry's invisibility cloak. Hermione held her mouth when she saw the jagged scars in the candle light. Harry turned away from the ghastly scene. He forced himself to turn back.

"Maybe Potter was checking you out." Snickered Pansy. Blaise giggled like a child.

"Just because I'm injured doesn't mean I can't beat you both into the ground." Draco grumbled.

"I'm just stating a possibility for their random walk in." She said.

"Wow. Molly did a really nice job. I mean all things considered..." Blaise mumbled looking at the newest marks on Draco's chest. Pansy ran her index finger over one on his muscled stomach.

"Shit Pansy quit." Draco growled. Harry's stomach swirled with anger. Why did Pansy touch him? Why did she get to touch him?

"Y'know we'll have to share rooms with the gryffies. If they let us stay tomorrow." Blaise stated.

"What d'you mean?" Pansy asked bewildered.

"There aren't enough rooms in the house. You know that Lucius won't leave Narcissa so they'll probably sleep on the couch, Molly doesn't like boys and girls together, so that'll mean Pansy will be in a room with Ginny, Hermione, or one of the other girls here. Or Florence of course.And then Draco can't move, so he'll either be alone, or if they don't have space he'll have to bunk with someone." Blaise said matter-o-factly, running his hand over a cut on Draco's arm.

"Why the fuck are you both so interested it touching me?" Draco hissed grabbing his hand back.

The laughed, both continuing to poke him.

"Giving you the family experience."

"I had the family experience. It consisted of being tied to a two hundred galleon chandelier in my dining room, while twenty people beat and raped me. Sorry for being touchy." He hissed bitterly.

"Draco-"

"You didn't go through that." Draco spat. "You didn't wake up every morning tied to a bed. You wonder why I'm so jealous of Harry fucking Potter? He wakes up every morning knowing people will be on his side if all hell breaks loose. I wake up to a fifty foot snake and a cloaked figure beating me with a stick. That's why." Draco was breathing heavily, stumbling from the room.

"I need a breather, just leave me be for a bit." He whispered.

He walked right past the trio towards the kitchen, a blanket wrapped tightly around his scarred chest, bandages around one of his eyes, his chest, and his legs.

"Shit shit shit shit." Pansy cried softly, burying her face in her hands. "I'm a piece of bloody shit. God how could I be so fucking stupid?" Blaise didn't speak, just held her. He tilted his head back against the armchair they were sharing.

"You're not stupid, we don't understand what he's going through though Pans. We have to try to be gentle with him. You know what they did to him, you know how much he wished he could've told Harry about their plans. You know about it all. We both do. So we just have to try to understand." Blaise gently brushed her hair, the trio already running down the hall to Ron's room.

•••

"I'm just going to go talk to him." Harry whispered.

"You've gone mad, the blokes a-"

"Honestly Ron after everything we heard. You don't know what he's been through, you have a lovely family." Harry said quietly, slipping the cloak off and sliding into night slippers.

"Alright Harry just be careful and come back soon." Hermione said with an awkward smile.

•••

Harry padded down the stairs quiet as a mouse, moving in the shadows to the kitchen, where Draco was sitting on the counter with a cup of tea in hand. He looked exhausted, ghostly. The bandage over his right eye reddening.

Harry walked up behind him, trying not the scare the blonde as he sat beside him on the counter. Draco lurched forward, almost spilling his drink as the sudden appearance.

"Sorry." Harry said.

"No worries." Draco mumbled, a puff of smoke passing his lips.

"Molly will kill you if she finds you smoking in here. You should go outside." Harry said quietly. Draco nodded, slowly lowering himself from the counter. They walked outside into the chilly weather, sitting on the dry grass and looking up at the stars. Draco bummed his cigarette and reached into his pants to grab a second, using a wand-less spell to light it.

"When did you start smoking." Harry asked, his knees pulled to his chest, his arms wrapped around them.

"Seventh year. It started as a coping mechanism, but it just became a habit." Draco said, blowing a small ring up at the sky. Harry nodded, shivering horribly as a small gust of frosty wind blew over the yard. Draco held up the blanket, an offering, Harry realized. He took it.

They huddled together in the warmth of body heat. Draco sipped his tea silently, staring at the stars. They were touching from shoulder to foot.

"I haven't seen the stars in weeks." Draco said, sucking a quick breath on the cigarette. Harry stuck his hand out.

"You sure?" Draco asked, already handing the smoke to Harry.

Harry sucked in hard on the small papery filter, tasting nicotine and tea and vanilla from Draco's lips. He grinned and blowed out a long huff of grey. They both laughed, flattening out on the cool grass, sharing the blanket and the cigarette, and staring at the stars.

Harry had never felt so free from his responsibilities, sitting here with a boy he thought he knew, but as he listened to Draco talk, he knew he didn't. Not yet.

Draco had never felt so listened too, as Harry nodded and smiled, and laughed at Draco's stories, and then nodded and added little words to the sadder stories. Harry didn't say 'sorry' or 'that's too bad' or 'wow must've been hard' Harry said things like 'I don't understand all of what you went through, but I'd like to try' or 'it must've been horrible to wake up like that, I can't even imagine someone being so evil' or 'fuck that's awful, I'm glad you're here now.' Harry made Draco feel listened to, not pitied. And Draco told the brunette that too.

"I'd never thought you were like this."

"Huh?" Draco asked, sucking the last drag of their third shared cigarette.

"Kind, and hurt, and funny, and, and, well I don't really know actually. Just, not a death eater mad man." Harry laughed taking the fresh smoke Draco offered him.

"That was of course, a front." Draco said smiling.

"Yeah but I didn't know that." Harry mumbled trying to blow a ring with the smoke.

"I know that Potter. So..." Draco tried to think of something to talk about. "The weaslette, how are you two?"

"We aren't together anymore." Harry said avoiding Draco's gaze.

"Too much fame?" Draco grinned.

"She wanted things I didn't want to give her." Harry said.

Draco realized that Harry actually looked hurt.

"I'm not sure I understand." Draco said, taking the cigarette back.

"She wanted.... she was kind of... I don't know, she was controlling. I ate when she said, slept when she said, laughed and had a good time and kissed her when she said. I never got a say in anything, and then she would be flirty with other guys, and get pissed when I confronted her." Harry said, staring at the ground. Draco could tell even in the dark they he was ashamed.

"That's not your fault." Draco said turning to look at Harry.

"Well, I could've been nicer. I could've tried harder to listen to her. I could've-"

"Done everything she said whenever she said it and lived unhappy for the rest of your life? It's not your fault Potter." Draco said quietly, staring forward.

"I suppose you're right." Harry said snatching the dying cigarette.

Harry glanced towards Draco, looking at the bruises at his neck, sloping down under the bandages on his chest.

"Did they really..." Harry started.

"What Potter?"

"Did they really... rape. You?" Harry asked, stubbing the cigarette out on the ground and flicking it forward.

"Yeah. Have been since fourth year." Draco whispered, trying to keep his voice from wavering at the most recent memory. "Dad and mum only just found out yesterday." He said quietly.

"Fuck Draco. I don't understand how you even lived."

"I tried to kill myself twice. Pansy and Blaise gave me a reason to live, they were my sanctuary." Draco said, turning his head to look at Harry.

"I still don't... I mean I had no idea, I just..."

"I didn't try to be you're friend after first year because Voldemort was going to use me to bait you in. And I couldn't let them hurt you, not when you were the only one who could stop them." Draco said quietly, flicking the smoke away and taking another sip of tea. Harry shivered and scooted closer to the blonde, only then realizing that he hadn't shaken because of the cold.

"Everything you went through... and you never helped him?" Harry asked turning to look into those grey eyes.

"He killed and assaulted muggle children for fun, before he had me of course. He hid it from mother and father very well, making sure he only...." Draco cleared his throat, a lump forming. "Only did...things... to me when they were in meetings or away. And then they started doing it in groups, and several of them... fuck Potter I just don't know how to tell you how horrible it was. If you saw the things I saw... you'd know why I could never want to be that." Draco said swallowing hard and looking back towards the sky.

"Well maybe now you can heal." Harry said, gently touching Draco's shoulder as a reassuring gesture. The blonde spasmed, flinching away from Harry's hand.

"Sorry. Reflex." Draco mumbled. Harry was almost sure he wouldn't want any pity, so instead he followed Draco's eyes up to the stars.

"Which one is you?" Harry asked with a small smile.

"Right....there." Draco pointed to the constellation he was named after and breathed a small laugh.

"Beautiful." Harry whispered without realizing what he said, or the affect it had on the blondes heart.

A strong gust of icy wind brushed through the boys, making them both shiver and run inside. Snow began to fall just as they closed the door.

Harry glanced towards Draco, his eyes glowing.

"Potter I have something to ad-"

"I think I'm in love with you." Harry gasped.

"I- Potter." Draco choked, stumbling forward.

Their lips met in a heated kiss, tears pouring from Harry's eyes, because finally.

Finally.

"Jesus Christ that was amazing." Draco laughed.

"Indeed. I've wanted to do that for... well I don't know how long." Harry breathed, letting Draco pull him close. "Your parents?"

"They know I'm gay. It'll probably take some explaining to tell them this but... but it'll be worth it." The blonde whispered, bending down to kiss Harry again.

Draco turned, George sitting on the counter with a cup of tea.

"Evenin" the red head grinned.

Harry sighed.

Draco laughed.

Molly screamed from upstairs.

"GEORGE WEASLEY DID YOU USE MY GOOD CHINA TO PRANK YOUR BROTHER?!"

The Weasley's eyes widened, he handed his cup to Draco and ran.

*fin*