Love From Afar Chapter 3
Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: Love From Afar 3/?
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Lucius/Harry
Summary: Lucius has self-control and realistic views toward his relationship with his mate, but loves him none the less. My take on Veela!Lucius.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
and here's chapter 3...
A/N Yes, Chapter Three is here! Yayness! This one is very short, but fits together with the next one nicely.
20th June 1998
The smoke started just like steam, rising slowly and lazily in a wavering line. Quickly though the bomb opened out and started spewing thick black clouds which spread and multiplied. Soon the whole area for a good 200m around was thick and dark.
In six other places throughout the valley other super strong smoke bombs went off.
Harry held a hand up in front of his face, perhaps a foot away. He couldn’t see it, which was the idea. He tapped his glasses and muttered, ‘Videns Bene’ and waited patiently while his vision cleared. Once he could see well again he took a deep breath and looked down at the house he was hovering over, still wrapped in his now pretty redundant invisibility cloak. As he took it off and put it back in his small pack, Harry looked back at the forest that he, Hermione and Ron had been living in for the past eleven days. He didn’t feel sentimental toward it, but it had been an important part of the end of this particular part of his life.
He hoped that this plan would work. It had to. Not because everything was perfect, because unfortunately everything wasn’t perfect. There were plenty of things that could go horribly wrong. And not because he was Harry Potter and stuff went well for him. The last year had certainly proven that wrong.
But it would work, because if it didn’t Harry wasn’t sure what he would do next. He was tired, deep inside, and this last year had taken so much out of him, out of all of them.
Now, today, it had to end.
Harry turned his broom toward the rickety house and began to descend toward it, carefully hidden behind the screen of smoke from the remaining five smoke bombs on the grounds. As he flew in a carefully planned arc he set off another two of the levitated smoke bombs before landing precariously on the roof.
‘Well, here goes nothing,’ he murmured to himself, and with that activated the Portkey that should -would, damnit, would- take him to Hermione and Ron inside the building.
*
Suddenly Harry could hear again. The utter silence of the room compared to the buzzing of magic that had ended so abruptly, and beyond that the shouts of the rest of the battle that he had some how become separate from.
He glanced around the still room once more before leaving. He broke into a run in the corridor, trying to get to the fight before it went very badly wrong.
When he broke into the room where the shouts had become screams however, he wondered if he was really necessary.
Hermione and Ron were standing in the middle of the room, back to back defensively and out of breath. The only other person in the room was Snape, standing awkwardly and cradling his left arm against his chest.
Surrounding them were the corpses of Death Eaters, at least twenty of them. Clearly dead.
‘What happened?’ he asked sharply.
‘They just collapsed, one by one,’ Ron shook his head. ‘'Cept Snape, and he only turned up a couple of minutes before you did.’
Hermione turned to Harry, leaving Ron with his wand on the disarmed Snape.
‘Is he… Did it… Is it over?’ she asked quietly, almost afraid of the answer.
Harry smiled tiredly.
‘Yeah. Yeah, it is.’
There was a crash from the right, and a door fell open into the room, sharply drawing the attention of all the parties in the area.
Lucius Malfoy practically fell into the room, a harried and desperate look on his face. He froze as he took in the scene, his eyes finally resting on Harry.
Harry made a curious eye contact with Lucius, but fainted dead away before any words were exchanged.
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