One thing Lucius did not expect whe

One thing Lucius did not expect when he left his son to his own devices and went to pick up some books for his youngest, was to bump into Harry Potter. Of course he heard a lot of things about the boy from Draco. It was practically the only thing his son talked about in his letters 'Potter this, Potter that'. However the boy Lucius saw in front of him now was not what he expected to see. Draco always said that Potter liked dressing like a muggle and didn't give a hoot about how he looked and now Lucius began wondering just how Draco became so biased, or if perhaps something happened to the boy during the summer. He was also surprised to see the child picking up books about wizarding culture, though this was of course a very pleasant surprise. When the wizard saw how immersed in his task the boy was, he probably should have stepped back to avoid collision, but Lucius stood his ground and thus was ready to catch the boy when he inevitably walked into the Malfoy lord.

"Well…" – drawled the man – "You really should be a bit more careful…"

The child looked up at him and promptly blushed:

"Sorry, sir..." – his eyes fixed somewhere on his chest level – "I didn't see you there."

Lucius knew he should sneer at the child for the impoliteness, but he was not actually the arse people thought he was and there was no one to see him behave like a real human being, so he smiled instead:

"Well, no harm done.

young one. That's a lot of books. Are you looking for something more in depth? Or just getting acquainted with our culture?"

Harry blinked a few times, before shaking off the strange feeling that almost paralyzed him when he looked into the man's eyes that were like pools of liquid silver:

"Thank you for catching me, sir." – he cleared his throat since his voice seemed a bit breathless to him – "I'm just looking for general information at the moment… that and hiding from the reporters…" The last part was murmured very quietly, but Lucius was standing very close to Harry and heard him perfectly well. He gave the child another smile, which made the boy blush once more much to Lucius' amusement.

"Oh? Is fame not to your liking, young lord Potter?" – he asked the child, with a very amused look in his silver eyes.

Harry scowled slightly at the mention of his fame and then glanced at the man once more:

"Not really." – he ground out – "I would prefer to have my family back, Mr. …"

Lucius inclined his head:

"Lucius Malfoy, young one. And of course you would want your parent back that is only natural, but since it is quite impossible, you should learn to deal with what you have and not hide behind book shelves." The last part was clearly teasing, so Harry huffed just a bit annoyed. He could not believe that this man was actually related to Draco, though the longer he thought about his school mate while looking at Lucius, the more resemblance he saw between the two. This was his chance to mend the bridge between the Malfoys and himself, Harry decided.

"Nice to meet you, Lord Malfoy…" – he smiled – "Draco often speaks of you."

Harry wanted to say something else, when a commotion was head from the other side of the shop. Both wizards went to check it out, Harry making a point to stay behind Lucius' tall frame, so that he wouldn't be noticed, much to the amusement of the elder Malfoy.

The scene that greeted them was not a nice one. Ronald Weasley was facing Draco Malfoy, both spouting rather nasty words. Ron's parents were nowhere in sight and thus Lucius had to intervene himself. A glance backwards told him that Harry had already hid behind another shelf, but had a rather good view of the scene. Lord Malfoy wondered, why the boy did not hurry to help his friend, but pushed the thought to the back of his mind for further pondering at a later time and slipped on his public mask.

From his place behind the shelf on Wizarding Laws, also a useful shelf for his extra reading, Harry marvelled at how Lord Malfoy changed from the nice and beautiful man he just met into a high and mighty pureblood lord. The boy made a note to develop some sort of mask for himself, since it may be useful at some point. He then enjoyed watching how Lucius verbally ripped Ronald a new one. It was all done with proper words and perfectly impassive expression on his face, but he clearly saw Ron practically shrinking on himself. He had to admit that if he had a father like that, he would also like to brag about him. When finally Ron's parents showed up, Lucius gracefully made his exit… only after making a jab at Arthur Weasley as well. Had Harry not overheard the conversation between Molly and her son at the Leaky Cauldron that morning, he would have defended them against the Malfoys, but with things being the way they were, he decided Lucius was absolutely correct about what he said to both Ron and his father.

Young lord Potter than picked up some more books from the Legislation section and stealthily moved to the Potions one. By this time he could barely hold the books in his hands, so he was forced to go up to the counter and ask for a bottomless bag with a feather-weight charm on it. The clerk placed his books into the book and said that Harry could leave them at the counter while he picked up whatever else he needed. After thanking the man, Harry picked out a few Potion texts and his school books. Thankfully he managed to get out of the shop without being noticed by the Weasleys, or worth – reporters.


When Harry finally returned to Privet Drive, he was glad to see, that no one even noticed his absence. He pulled out all his new belongings and carefully placed everything into the new trunk he bought, since his old one didn't have enough space for his books and was not charmed like this one was.

After that was done, he touched the snake that was engraved on the lid of the trunk and the charms that were built in activated, instantly shrinking the trunk to at least its' half size. In such a state Harry easily pushed it under the table so that it wouldn't stand out. Even though it was pretty late, Harry wasn't sleepy at all, so he decided to continue reading his mother's journal, hoping that some new pieces of information would show up.

[Dear Diary,

James came back a couple of days ago. The mission was a really long one; he was gone for two months! Oh well, it happens. The first night he came back we made love… and Merlin it was nowhere near what I had with Regulus. I really should have listened to Narci and waited longer before I agreed to marry James. I actually had to fake my orgasm… I feel like some sort of whore!

25. 10. 1979.]

Harry had no idea what an orgasm was, but since the entry was about making love, he theorized that an orgasm must be a part of the process. He made a face at even thinking about his mother making love with anyone at all and hurried to read the next part.

[Dear Diary,

Yesterday James was gone all day, running some errand for Albus. Merlin, why can't he see that the old man is just using him, using all of us to his own goals? Oh, well, as long as their Order of Phoenix doesn't come anywhere near me and my child, I can't say I care what they're up to.

On a happier note, I wrote Regulus today and told him I was pregnant. I have yet to hear from him of course, but I'm sure he will be as happy as I am.

29. 10. 1979.]

Now this Harry decided, was a proper diary entry. Not too detailed and not overly persona, but it allowed him to get to know his mother better. All last year, he recalled, people would always tell him how much he looked like James and how he had his mother's eyes. And this was a mystery he hoped his mother's journal would solve – why the heck did he look like James Potter when the man was not even his father? He glanced at the window and smiled slightly. Even though he didn't like the Dursleys one bit, he could live like this… as long as they left him alone and he didn't need to look at their ugly mugs.

He picked up the diary and a candle and made way to his bed. It wasn't even a bed strictly speaking, just a mattress, a pillow and a blanket, but Harry liked it, for it was rather comfortable. He placed the candle on a small box nearby so as not to turn it over accidentally, stripped down to his boxers and lay down to do some more reading before sleep.

[Dear Diary,

The last couple of months I was very busy throwing up every morning, so I really was not in the mood for writing. The pregnancy is coming long perfectly fine; the last trip to St. Mungoe's told me that I'm expecting a son again. I know James wants to call the baby Harry, to honour his grandfather Harold. But he doesn't know that little Harry is dead. No, like Regulus and I decided, we'll have to make two certificates for the baby. One, the real one that is, will have the name Antares Regulus Black on it, while the fake one will be under the name Harry James Potter. That also brings me to another problem I may face. If my son turns out to look like me, than it won't be a problem, but if he favours Regulus in looks, then I'll have I'll have to use the glamour charm I worked on at Hogwarts, the one based on blood. It will have to be redone when the kid becomes 12, otherwise the glamour will slowly fade and by the time he turns 13 he will look like his true self.

30. 01. 1980.]

Harry smiled to himself – mystery number one was solved. A glance at an old clock that he found in his mother's trunk and that was probably enchanted so that it wouldn't stop told him that it was already midnight. Harry yawned quietly and stuffed the diary under his pillow. After putting out the candle the green eyed boy curled on his side and slowly nodded off into the realm of dreams.


Author's Note: And let's stop here for now. Hopefully I should have the next chapter up soon as well, so stay with me.

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Một điều Lucius đã không mong đợi khi ông rời con trai của ông với các thiết bị của mình và đã đi để chọn lên một số cuốn sách cho trẻ nhất của ông, đã là để băng vào Harry Potter. Tất nhiên, ông nghe nói rất nhiều điều về cậu bé từ Draco. Nó đã là thực tế là điều duy nhất mà con trai ông nói chuyện về trong thư từ của ông 'Potter này, Potter mà'. Tuy nhiên, cậu bé Lucius thấy ở phía trước của anh ta bây giờ là không phải là những gì ông mong đợi để xem. Draco luôn luôn nói rằng Potter thích mặc quần áo giống như một muggle và không cho kêu về làm thế nào ông nhìn và Lucius bắt đầu tự hỏi chỉ cách Draco trở thành như vậy thành kiến, hoặc nếu có lẽ cái gì xảy ra với cậu bé trong mùa hè. Ông là ngạc nhiên khi thấy con chọn lên cuốn sách về văn hóa tồn, mặc dù điều này tất nhiên là một sự ngạc nhiên rất dễ chịu. Khi thuật sĩ thấy cách đắm mình trong công việc của mình là cậu bé, ông có lẽ nên đã bước trở lại để tránh va chạm, nhưng Lucius đứng mặt đất của mình và do đó đã sẵn sàng để bắt cậu bé khi ông chắc chắn sẽ đi vào Chúa Malfoy."Vâng..."-drawled người đàn ông-"Bạn thực sự nên cẩn thận hơn một chút..."Con nhìn lên lúc ông và kịp thời trang:"Xin lỗi, thưa ngài..."-mắt cố định một nơi nào đó trên trình độ ngực của mình-"tôi không thấy cậu có."Lucius biết ông nên nụ cười khinh Bỉ lúc con cho impoliteness, nhưng ông đã không thực sự các arse mọi người nghĩ rằng ông và đã có không có ai để xem anh ta cư xử giống như một con người thực tế, do đó, ông cười thay vào đó:"Well, no harm done.young one. That's a lot of books. Are you looking for something more in depth? Or just getting acquainted with our culture?"Harry blinked a few times, before shaking off the strange feeling that almost paralyzed him when he looked into the man's eyes that were like pools of liquid silver:"Thank you for catching me, sir." – he cleared his throat since his voice seemed a bit breathless to him – "I'm just looking for general information at the moment… that and hiding from the reporters…" The last part was murmured very quietly, but Lucius was standing very close to Harry and heard him perfectly well. He gave the child another smile, which made the boy blush once more much to Lucius' amusement."Oh? Is fame not to your liking, young lord Potter?" – he asked the child, with a very amused look in his silver eyes.Harry scowled slightly at the mention of his fame and then glanced at the man once more:"Not really." – he ground out – "I would prefer to have my family back, Mr. …"Lucius inclined his head:"Lucius Malfoy, young one. And of course you would want your parent back that is only natural, but since it is quite impossible, you should learn to deal with what you have and not hide behind book shelves." The last part was clearly teasing, so Harry huffed just a bit annoyed. He could not believe that this man was actually related to Draco, though the longer he thought about his school mate while looking at Lucius, the more resemblance he saw between the two. This was his chance to mend the bridge between the Malfoys and himself, Harry decided."Nice to meet you, Lord Malfoy…" – he smiled – "Draco often speaks of you."Harry wanted to say something else, when a commotion was head from the other side of the shop. Both wizards went to check it out, Harry making a point to stay behind Lucius' tall frame, so that he wouldn't be noticed, much to the amusement of the elder Malfoy.The scene that greeted them was not a nice one. Ronald Weasley was facing Draco Malfoy, both spouting rather nasty words. Ron's parents were nowhere in sight and thus Lucius had to intervene himself. A glance backwards told him that Harry had already hid behind another shelf, but had a rather good view of the scene. Lord Malfoy wondered, why the boy did not hurry to help his friend, but pushed the thought to the back of his mind for further pondering at a later time and slipped on his public mask.From his place behind the shelf on Wizarding Laws, also a useful shelf for his extra reading, Harry marvelled at how Lord Malfoy changed from the nice and beautiful man he just met into a high and mighty pureblood lord. The boy made a note to develop some sort of mask for himself, since it may be useful at some point. He then enjoyed watching how Lucius verbally ripped Ronald a new one. It was all done with proper words and perfectly impassive expression on his face, but he clearly saw Ron practically shrinking on himself. He had to admit that if he had a father like that, he would also like to brag about him. When finally Ron's parents showed up, Lucius gracefully made his exit… only after making a jab at Arthur Weasley as well. Had Harry not overheard the conversation between Molly and her son at the Leaky Cauldron that morning, he would have defended them against the Malfoys, but with things being the way they were, he decided Lucius was absolutely correct about what he said to both Ron and his father.Young lord Potter than picked up some more books from the Legislation section and stealthily moved to the Potions one. By this time he could barely hold the books in his hands, so he was forced to go up to the counter and ask for a bottomless bag with a feather-weight charm on it. The clerk placed his books into the book and said that Harry could leave them at the counter while he picked up whatever else he needed. After thanking the man, Harry picked out a few Potion texts and his school books. Thankfully he managed to get out of the shop without being noticed by the Weasleys, or worth – reporters.When Harry finally returned to Privet Drive, he was glad to see, that no one even noticed his absence. He pulled out all his new belongings and carefully placed everything into the new trunk he bought, since his old one didn't have enough space for his books and was not charmed like this one was.After that was done, he touched the snake that was engraved on the lid of the trunk and the charms that were built in activated, instantly shrinking the trunk to at least its' half size. In such a state Harry easily pushed it under the table so that it wouldn't stand out. Even though it was pretty late, Harry wasn't sleepy at all, so he decided to continue reading his mother's journal, hoping that some new pieces of information would show up.[Dear Diary,James came back a couple of days ago. The mission was a really long one; he was gone for two months! Oh well, it happens. The first night he came back we made love… and Merlin it was nowhere near what I had with Regulus. I really should have listened to Narci and waited longer before I agreed to marry James. I actually had to fake my orgasm… I feel like some sort of whore!
25. 10. 1979.]

Harry had no idea what an orgasm was, but since the entry was about making love, he theorized that an orgasm must be a part of the process. He made a face at even thinking about his mother making love with anyone at all and hurried to read the next part.

[Dear Diary,

Yesterday James was gone all day, running some errand for Albus. Merlin, why can't he see that the old man is just using him, using all of us to his own goals? Oh, well, as long as their Order of Phoenix doesn't come anywhere near me and my child, I can't say I care what they're up to.

On a happier note, I wrote Regulus today and told him I was pregnant. I have yet to hear from him of course, but I'm sure he will be as happy as I am.

29. 10. 1979.]

Now this Harry decided, was a proper diary entry. Not too detailed and not overly persona, but it allowed him to get to know his mother better. All last year, he recalled, people would always tell him how much he looked like James and how he had his mother's eyes. And this was a mystery he hoped his mother's journal would solve – why the heck did he look like James Potter when the man was not even his father? He glanced at the window and smiled slightly. Even though he didn't like the Dursleys one bit, he could live like this… as long as they left him alone and he didn't need to look at their ugly mugs.

He picked up the diary and a candle and made way to his bed. It wasn't even a bed strictly speaking, just a mattress, a pillow and a blanket, but Harry liked it, for it was rather comfortable. He placed the candle on a small box nearby so as not to turn it over accidentally, stripped down to his boxers and lay down to do some more reading before sleep.

[Dear Diary,

The last couple of months I was very busy throwing up every morning, so I really was not in the mood for writing. The pregnancy is coming long perfectly fine; the last trip to St. Mungoe's told me that I'm expecting a son again. I know James wants to call the baby Harry, to honour his grandfather Harold. But he doesn't know that little Harry is dead. No, like Regulus and I decided, we'll have to make two certificates for the baby. One, the real one that is, will have the name Antares Regulus Black on it, while the fake one will be under the name Harry James Potter. That also brings me to another problem I may face. If my son turns out to look like me, than it won't be a problem, but if he favours Regulus in looks, then I'll have I'll have to use the glamour charm I worked on at Hogwarts, the one based on blood. It will have to be redone when the kid becomes 12, otherwise the glamour will slowly fade and by the time he turns 13 he will look like his true self.

30. 01. 1980.]

Harry smiled to himself – mystery number one was solved. A glance at an old clock that he found in his mother's trunk and that was probably enchanted so that it wouldn't stop told him that it was already midnight. Harry yawned quietly and stuffed the diary under his pillow. After putting out the candle the green eyed boy curled on his side and slowly nodded off into the realm of dreams.


Author's Note: And let's stop here for now. Hopefully I should have the next chapter up soon as well, so stay with me.