Harry/Lucius - A Place To Call Home - Chapter One: The Summer Assignment
Title: A Place To Call Home
Fandom: Harry Potter
Era: After The War. Ignores OOTP, HBP and DH.
Summary: Severus and Lucius must collect Harry Potter on strict orders from Dumbledore. They thought it would be a simple job. But finding Harry beaten and abused was the last thing they expected. Can they help the boy heal?
Pairings: Harry/Lucius, Harry/Severus/Lucius, Remus/Sirius, Ron/Hermione.
Rating: PG to NC-17
Author: Sweet_Shinobu (Beth)
Warnings: Male/Male, Child abuse, Rape, Sex, Threesome, Cussing, Dark Themes.
Feedback: I'm open to constructive comments, but please don't flame me.
Chapter One - The Summer Assignment.
“You want me to what, Albus?”
Severus Snape stared blankly at the elderly man, fingers twitching slightly. He longed to wrap them around the older man’s throat and squeeze the life out of him. Had Dumbledore finally lost the plot?
“I want you to collect Harry Potter from his relatives this summer and bring him to Hogwarts.”
“Why me?” Severus suddenly cried indignantly, flinging his arms up in annoyance. “Why can’t that mutt fetch him? I presume he has better things to do with his time? Such as prancing around with the werewolf while other people try to earn a living?”
Dumbledore smiled calmly. “I’m guessing when you say ‘mutt’ and ‘werewolf’ you are referring to Sirius and Remus? They are currently honeymooning in France and I’m sure you will agree with me when I say they deserve it?”
Severus scowled and muttered, “I suppose they do. But Potter is their responsibility, not mine. They were assigned his guardians by the Ministry and they should be the ones to take care of him.”
“You won’t be going on this job alone, Severus. Lucius Malfoy has kindly stepped up and suggested he accompany you.”
“Did he give a reason for this act of kindness?”
Dumbledore arched his thin fingers and peered over his glasses at the Potions Master. “I actually owled Lucius earlier this week and he is looking forward to helping you on this mission.”
“Therefore,” Severus said with a small smirk. “Lucius did not ‘step up and suggest he accompany me’ at all. You used that charm and wit you posses to trick him into tagging along so I wouldn’t be lonesome. Very clever, Albus, but I can read you like a book.”
“Sherbet lemon?”
“No thank you. And please don’t try and change the subject! I stand my ground with the matter. I will not collect Potter. I have much better and important things I wish to do with my summer, Albus! I refuse to be a lapdog!”
“Very well,” Dumbledore chuckled, his moustache quivering slightly. “You may leave now, Severus. I’m sure you have will have to pack for all the important things you have planned for the break.”
“That I will!”
Severus wrapped his cloak around his frame and made for the door. As he reached for the handle, he turned back to Dumbledore, who was smiling at him, the sun filtering through the window behind his chair and shining on his great white beard. The faint sounds of students enjoying their last morning at Hogwarts drifted into the room.
“Can I help you with something, Severus?”
“Why is Potter spending the summer at Hogwarts? I thought that was forbidden?”
Dumbledore suddenly looked solemn. “I have my reasons, Severus. Needless to say, I would sleep a lot better at night knowing that Harry is, shall we say, safe?”
“Is he not safe with his aunt and uncle?”
“That is a matter I wish to discuss later. Now, Severus!” Dumbledore said happily, his blue eyes twinkling merrily. “I believe you were on your way to do some packing? I beg you; do not forget to use sun cream whilst going about the many important dates you have to meet! I once forgot and spent an afternoon in Diagon Alley as boy. Needless to say, I suffered many sleepless nights afterwards with severe sunburn. Gellert did warn me beforehand but, being a gullible youngster, I thought I was above protection. He never let me forget it…”
Dumbledore sighed as he remembered his childhood escapades with his friend. He motioned at the door with a wrinkled hand and Severus chewed his lip, trying to avoid those twinkling azure eyes. He gave a curt nod and walked stubbornly out of the office.
The headmaster popped a piece of yellow candy into his mouth and smiled widely as Severus yelled from outside the room, “Alright! I’ll do the bloody job! But I want a pay rise, Albus!”
- - -
Meanwhile, up in the Gryffindor Dormitories, people were busy packing their trunks on strict orders from McGonagall. Ron Weasley hastily shoved his belongings away haphazardly, eager to get out and lounge around. His blue eyes fell on Harry when he realized that he had halted in his own packing and was caressing something in his right hand, looking sombre.
“You alright, mate?”
Harry Potter jerked out of his trance and dropped a pair of socks into his open suitcase. They were lewd pink with lop-sided dragons on them. A gift from Dobby one Christmas. Harry stroked the wool momentarily, remembering how the house elf had thrust them bashfully into his hand and cried when Harry had thanked him.
“Yeah. Just a bit…”
Ron patted Harry on the back sympathetically. Dobby was, unfortunately, one of the casualties during the war against Voldemort. But he had not died in vain. He had risked his own life to deliver Harry from harm, which made him a hero. But Harry would never forget the look on the tiny creature’s face as life left his body.
Pigwidgeon squawking in the far corner of the dormitory caused a distraction. Ron threw a trademark ‘Weasley Jumper’ at the cage and it stifled the noise slightly. Hedwig, who was perched on the corner of Dean’s bed, hooted softly and ruffled her feathers. Her amber eyes watched the hyperactive Scops owl reproachfully.
“Still want to come and stay with us this summer? Tonks and Charlie are getting married soon, aren’t they? You can’t miss that! I reckon Tonks would go ballistic if you weren’t there!”
Harry grinned. He would like nothing more than to spend his holidays away from Hogwarts with the Weasley clan. He already longed to hear the familiar sounds of Molly cooing over his weight and Percy yelling at the Twins when they pulled some prank on him. Ron chuckled.
“So, am I to take that as a yes?”
“Yes!”
“Aren’t you two done yet?”
Hermione and Ginny walked into the dormitory, followed by Neville, who looked morose. He opened his mouth to speak, but Ron cut him off.
“You’ve lost Trevor again, haven’t you?”
Neville nodded. “Have you seen him anywhere?”
“No, sorry. Have you checked the Common room?”
Hermione walked over to where Harry was packing, leaving Ron, Neville and Ginny to talk about where Trevor might have hopped off to this time. She picked up a photo frame from the bedside table and smiled at the two figures grinning up at her.
“Do you miss them?”
Harry looked over her shoulder at the minuscule Sirius and Remus, who were cuddling and kissing in the photograph. He laughed when Sirius lifted Remus right off his feet and they both toppled to the ground and out of sight. “Yeah. But they sound like they’re having a good time. I got another postcard off Sirius yesterday.”
“Did he say anything?”
“You mean besides the fact him and Remus have shagged at least fifty times since they booked into the hotel? Nah, not much.”
Hermione chuckled. “I thought they’d have done it over a hundred by now!”
“You must be thinking about us there, Hermione!”
Ron wrapped his arms around Hermione from behind and kissed her cheek. She blushed furiously and pushed her boyfriend away, muttering about ‘checking on her trunk’ before leaving the dormitory. Ginny giggled and followed her whilst Harry gagged.
“Must you talk about that where I am?”
“Why not?”
“I don’t care to know how many times you and Hermione have shagged!”
“I think,” Ron grinned playfully. “Somebody is a little bit jealous!”
Harry spluttered. “Come again, Weasley?”
“When was the last time you went out with someone?” Ron said thoughtfully as he crammed his Transfiguration books into his trunk. “Cho, wasn’t it?”
“Well, I haven’t really had much time to think about that. What, with destroying Voldemort and Death Eaters trying to kill me. Still, I’ve always got Hedwig if things get too lonely.”
Ron laughed. “You are one sick man, Potter.”
“Yeah, but that’s why you love me.”
Harry pushed the lid down on his trunk. As he fastened it closed, his emerald eyes fell on the glorious weather outside. He wandered over to the window and squinted down at the tiny pinpricks that were his fellow students. He could picture them lazing about by the lake, perhaps playing the odd game of exploding snap and sipping cold drinks. A feeling of pure misery settled in his tummy as he remembered that he wouldn’t see the grounds of Hogwarts for six whole weeks…
“You coming?”
Ron was bouncing eagerly on his heels by the door. Neville stood besides him, his face shining slightly. Harry forced a smile on his lips and savoured what was left of his last day at home.
- - -
“Abbott! Macmillan! Kindly stop that display and get on the train!”
Severus sighed and watched the two Hufflepuffs spring apart and hurry off down the platform, looking startled. They hopped onto the train and disappeared from sight.
Oh, did Severus hate platform duty. He was certain Dumbledore assigned it to him purely to torture. Severus made his way down the side of the train and slowed down slightly as he passed Harry, Ron and Hermione, who were stood talking, obviously waiting for someone. Now, Severus never was the type to eavesdrop, but stepped behind a pillar close to the trio and listened anyway.
“Promise you’ll write. Both of you!”
Hermione nudged Ron, who chuckled and put his arm around her shoulder. “Promise!”
“When are we meeting up anyway?”
“Mum said sometime in the holidays.”
“Well, I figured that one out, Ron! Did she give you a date?”
“Oh, yeah! She said about a week after we get home.”
“That’s great! Are you alright there, Harry?”
“What? Oh, yeah. Fine.”
Severus peered around the side of the pillar and saw Potter was staring at the train, looking resolute. He sighed and ran a hand through his untidy hair. In fact, Potter didn’t look happy whatsoever. Very curious. Granger seemed to think so too, Severus noted.
“You look upset. Are you sure everything’s okay?”
“I’m fine. I just don’t really want to go back to the Dursleys.”
“It’s only for a week, mate.”
“Yeah, Harry! Then you’ll be back with us again!”
Severus shuddered. How sickly sweet could that girl possibly be? Why didn’t she ask why Potter didn’t want to go back to these ‘Dursley’ people? Something definitely wasn’t right.
“Hey, Harry!”
Neville and Luna caught up with the trio and they climbed aboard the train. Severus rubbed the space between his eyebrows as it began to pull out of the station. He watched the train disappear round a corner, smoke billowing behind it.
He had a feeling it was going to be one hell of a long summer.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Era: After The War. Ignores OOTP, HBP and DH.
Summary: Severus and Lucius must collect Harry Potter on strict orders from Dumbledore. They thought it would be a simple job. But finding Harry beaten and abused was the last thing they expected. Can they help the boy heal?
Pairings: Harry/Lucius, Harry/Severus/Lucius, Remus/Sirius, Ron/Hermione.
Rating: PG to NC-17
Author: Sweet_Shinobu (Beth)
Warnings: Male/Male, Child abuse, Rape, Sex, Threesome, Cussing, Dark Themes.
Feedback: I'm open to constructive comments, but please don't flame me.
Chapter One - The Summer Assignment.
“You want me to what, Albus?”
Severus Snape stared blankly at the elderly man, fingers twitching slightly. He longed to wrap them around the older man’s throat and squeeze the life out of him. Had Dumbledore finally lost the plot?
“I want you to collect Harry Potter from his relatives this summer and bring him to Hogwarts.”
“Why me?” Severus suddenly cried indignantly, flinging his arms up in annoyance. “Why can’t that mutt fetch him? I presume he has better things to do with his time? Such as prancing around with the werewolf while other people try to earn a living?”
Dumbledore smiled calmly. “I’m guessing when you say ‘mutt’ and ‘werewolf’ you are referring to Sirius and Remus? They are currently honeymooning in France and I’m sure you will agree with me when I say they deserve it?”
Severus scowled and muttered, “I suppose they do. But Potter is their responsibility, not mine. They were assigned his guardians by the Ministry and they should be the ones to take care of him.”
“You won’t be going on this job alone, Severus. Lucius Malfoy has kindly stepped up and suggested he accompany you.”
“Did he give a reason for this act of kindness?”
Dumbledore arched his thin fingers and peered over his glasses at the Potions Master. “I actually owled Lucius earlier this week and he is looking forward to helping you on this mission.”
“Therefore,” Severus said with a small smirk. “Lucius did not ‘step up and suggest he accompany me’ at all. You used that charm and wit you posses to trick him into tagging along so I wouldn’t be lonesome. Very clever, Albus, but I can read you like a book.”
“Sherbet lemon?”
“No thank you. And please don’t try and change the subject! I stand my ground with the matter. I will not collect Potter. I have much better and important things I wish to do with my summer, Albus! I refuse to be a lapdog!”
“Very well,” Dumbledore chuckled, his moustache quivering slightly. “You may leave now, Severus. I’m sure you have will have to pack for all the important things you have planned for the break.”
“That I will!”
Severus wrapped his cloak around his frame and made for the door. As he reached for the handle, he turned back to Dumbledore, who was smiling at him, the sun filtering through the window behind his chair and shining on his great white beard. The faint sounds of students enjoying their last morning at Hogwarts drifted into the room.
“Can I help you with something, Severus?”
“Why is Potter spending the summer at Hogwarts? I thought that was forbidden?”
Dumbledore suddenly looked solemn. “I have my reasons, Severus. Needless to say, I would sleep a lot better at night knowing that Harry is, shall we say, safe?”
“Is he not safe with his aunt and uncle?”
“That is a matter I wish to discuss later. Now, Severus!” Dumbledore said happily, his blue eyes twinkling merrily. “I believe you were on your way to do some packing? I beg you; do not forget to use sun cream whilst going about the many important dates you have to meet! I once forgot and spent an afternoon in Diagon Alley as boy. Needless to say, I suffered many sleepless nights afterwards with severe sunburn. Gellert did warn me beforehand but, being a gullible youngster, I thought I was above protection. He never let me forget it…”
Dumbledore sighed as he remembered his childhood escapades with his friend. He motioned at the door with a wrinkled hand and Severus chewed his lip, trying to avoid those twinkling azure eyes. He gave a curt nod and walked stubbornly out of the office.
The headmaster popped a piece of yellow candy into his mouth and smiled widely as Severus yelled from outside the room, “Alright! I’ll do the bloody job! But I want a pay rise, Albus!”
- - -
Meanwhile, up in the Gryffindor Dormitories, people were busy packing their trunks on strict orders from McGonagall. Ron Weasley hastily shoved his belongings away haphazardly, eager to get out and lounge around. His blue eyes fell on Harry when he realized that he had halted in his own packing and was caressing something in his right hand, looking sombre.
“You alright, mate?”
Harry Potter jerked out of his trance and dropped a pair of socks into his open suitcase. They were lewd pink with lop-sided dragons on them. A gift from Dobby one Christmas. Harry stroked the wool momentarily, remembering how the house elf had thrust them bashfully into his hand and cried when Harry had thanked him.
“Yeah. Just a bit…”
Ron patted Harry on the back sympathetically. Dobby was, unfortunately, one of the casualties during the war against Voldemort. But he had not died in vain. He had risked his own life to deliver Harry from harm, which made him a hero. But Harry would never forget the look on the tiny creature’s face as life left his body.
Pigwidgeon squawking in the far corner of the dormitory caused a distraction. Ron threw a trademark ‘Weasley Jumper’ at the cage and it stifled the noise slightly. Hedwig, who was perched on the corner of Dean’s bed, hooted softly and ruffled her feathers. Her amber eyes watched the hyperactive Scops owl reproachfully.
“Still want to come and stay with us this summer? Tonks and Charlie are getting married soon, aren’t they? You can’t miss that! I reckon Tonks would go ballistic if you weren’t there!”
Harry grinned. He would like nothing more than to spend his holidays away from Hogwarts with the Weasley clan. He already longed to hear the familiar sounds of Molly cooing over his weight and Percy yelling at the Twins when they pulled some prank on him. Ron chuckled.
“So, am I to take that as a yes?”
“Yes!”
“Aren’t you two done yet?”
Hermione and Ginny walked into the dormitory, followed by Neville, who looked morose. He opened his mouth to speak, but Ron cut him off.
“You’ve lost Trevor again, haven’t you?”
Neville nodded. “Have you seen him anywhere?”
“No, sorry. Have you checked the Common room?”
Hermione walked over to where Harry was packing, leaving Ron, Neville and Ginny to talk about where Trevor might have hopped off to this time. She picked up a photo frame from the bedside table and smiled at the two figures grinning up at her.
“Do you miss them?”
Harry looked over her shoulder at the minuscule Sirius and Remus, who were cuddling and kissing in the photograph. He laughed when Sirius lifted Remus right off his feet and they both toppled to the ground and out of sight. “Yeah. But they sound like they’re having a good time. I got another postcard off Sirius yesterday.”
“Did he say anything?”
“You mean besides the fact him and Remus have shagged at least fifty times since they booked into the hotel? Nah, not much.”
Hermione chuckled. “I thought they’d have done it over a hundred by now!”
“You must be thinking about us there, Hermione!”
Ron wrapped his arms around Hermione from behind and kissed her cheek. She blushed furiously and pushed her boyfriend away, muttering about ‘checking on her trunk’ before leaving the dormitory. Ginny giggled and followed her whilst Harry gagged.
“Must you talk about that where I am?”
“Why not?”
“I don’t care to know how many times you and Hermione have shagged!”
“I think,” Ron grinned playfully. “Somebody is a little bit jealous!”
Harry spluttered. “Come again, Weasley?”
“When was the last time you went out with someone?” Ron said thoughtfully as he crammed his Transfiguration books into his trunk. “Cho, wasn’t it?”
“Well, I haven’t really had much time to think about that. What, with destroying Voldemort and Death Eaters trying to kill me. Still, I’ve always got Hedwig if things get too lonely.”
Ron laughed. “You are one sick man, Potter.”
“Yeah, but that’s why you love me.”
Harry pushed the lid down on his trunk. As he fastened it closed, his emerald eyes fell on the glorious weather outside. He wandered over to the window and squinted down at the tiny pinpricks that were his fellow students. He could picture them lazing about by the lake, perhaps playing the odd game of exploding snap and sipping cold drinks. A feeling of pure misery settled in his tummy as he remembered that he wouldn’t see the grounds of Hogwarts for six whole weeks…
“You coming?”
Ron was bouncing eagerly on his heels by the door. Neville stood besides him, his face shining slightly. Harry forced a smile on his lips and savoured what was left of his last day at home.
- - -
“Abbott! Macmillan! Kindly stop that display and get on the train!”
Severus sighed and watched the two Hufflepuffs spring apart and hurry off down the platform, looking startled. They hopped onto the train and disappeared from sight.
Oh, did Severus hate platform duty. He was certain Dumbledore assigned it to him purely to torture. Severus made his way down the side of the train and slowed down slightly as he passed Harry, Ron and Hermione, who were stood talking, obviously waiting for someone. Now, Severus never was the type to eavesdrop, but stepped behind a pillar close to the trio and listened anyway.
“Promise you’ll write. Both of you!”
Hermione nudged Ron, who chuckled and put his arm around her shoulder. “Promise!”
“When are we meeting up anyway?”
“Mum said sometime in the holidays.”
“Well, I figured that one out, Ron! Did she give you a date?”
“Oh, yeah! She said about a week after we get home.”
“That’s great! Are you alright there, Harry?”
“What? Oh, yeah. Fine.”
Severus peered around the side of the pillar and saw Potter was staring at the train, looking resolute. He sighed and ran a hand through his untidy hair. In fact, Potter didn’t look happy whatsoever. Very curious. Granger seemed to think so too, Severus noted.
“You look upset. Are you sure everything’s okay?”
“I’m fine. I just don’t really want to go back to the Dursleys.”
“It’s only for a week, mate.”
“Yeah, Harry! Then you’ll be back with us again!”
Severus shuddered. How sickly sweet could that girl possibly be? Why didn’t she ask why Potter didn’t want to go back to these ‘Dursley’ people? Something definitely wasn’t right.
“Hey, Harry!”
Neville and Luna caught up with the trio and they climbed aboard the train. Severus rubbed the space between his eyebrows as it began to pull out of the station. He watched the train disappear round a corner, smoke billowing behind it.
He had a feeling it was going to be one hell of a long summer.