The Horocruxes had been destroyed. Voldemort had been defeated. He had repaired his wand with the Elder Wand and returned the Elder Wand to Dumbledore's tomb. Now there was just one thing left for him to do. Grant the last request of the man who he had spent the last seven years hating…who he thought had hated him.

If he had been asked the day before he never would have granted the request. But after seeing the man's memories and learning the truth, he knew he had to do this. The man had been guiding him and protecting him all along, while pretending to hate him.

Allowing Ron and Hermione to go ahead of him, he stood in the doorway of the Great Hall, searching for the person he needed to see. After a moment their eyes met and he gestured for the man to follow him. Without waiting to see if the man responded, he turned and made yet another trek to the headmaster's office.

He perched on the edge of the headmaster's desk and waited for the man to join him. It didn't take long. "Look, I don't trust you. But Snape did and he told me to trust you." He paused and took a deep breath. "He told me to ask to see the memories."

The man stared at him for a moment before nodding. He moved over to the pensieve and carefully removed memory after memory and placed them in the basin, before turning back to the young man. "They are all there."

The younger man stood and together they entered the memories.

--

Two young men sat in a lavish office, each with a glass in their hand. The older of the two was fair and aristocratic and looked quite at home in this room. The other had dark hair and a hooked nose as was clearly out of his element.

The blond laughed. "I'm not the dark lord, Sev. You can relax, you know."

Sev didn't relax, but he did at least get a little more comfortable in his chair. "I'm just not used to your house for any reason other than meeting you here so that we can go to dark lord together."

"That's not the only times, Sev, but I'll forgive your lie my friend. I have good news to share."

He took a sip of the wine in his glass. "Do share, Lucius, you old snake."

"As godfather, Cissy and I wanted you to be the first to know…"

Severus nearly choked on his drink. "Godfather? You two want me to be godfather?"

Lucius laughed at his old friend one more. "Of course, Sev. Neither of us has brothers and we are not about to ask Bella or LeStrange to be godparents for our child. He's almost as crazy as she is. I've considered you a little brother since I was assigned your prefect at school. You're the natural choice."

"I'm…I'm…I don't know what to say."

"Try 'I'm honored and I accept'…"

"I am deeply honored. And I do accept, brother," Severus told him, a faint smile on his face.

--

The scene blurred and reformed, they were once more in the office with the young Lucius and Severus.

"What did the healer tell Cissy?" Severus asked. "Am I to have a godson or goddaughter?"

"Better start saving your money, Sev, because you'll have two brooms to buy."

"Two?"

Lucius laughed at the look on his friend's face. "Yes. The healer told us told that we will be having twin sons."

--

Once again the scene blurred and reformed. This time they were in the nursery at St. Mungo's. Lucius, Narcissa, Severus and a familiar looking man that he couldn't quite place stood over the cribs talking softly.

"You have two fine sons, Lucius," the man was saying. "Your father would be proud."

"Thank you, Frank," Lucius replied. He looked over at the crib nearest the man. "Your son looks strong and healthy."

Severus ignored the other three as he moved over to the third crib, staring down at the baby inside. Lily's son. Sighing, he moved back over beside his new godsons.

A few minutes later a fourth man walked into the nursery. He greeted Frank and then nodded at the other two. He reached down and picked up the baby that Severus had just been looking at. After a few moments, he let out a strangled sob and hung his head.

"James…" Frank said, stepping toward the man.

"The healer told us this might happen," James whispered. "Lily barely made it through the delivery…our son wasn't strong enough. He's gone now."

Narcissa and Lucius turned to look at each other as if both having the same thought at the same time. They stared at each other for a moment before Lucius nodded. Narcissa turned to the crib where her sons lay and picked up one of them. She pressed a kiss to the tiny forehead, before placing the newborn into his father's arms.

She drew her wand and gesturing, began chanting softly in Latin. Before their very eyes, the appearances of the two babies began to change. Once finished, she reached out and gently took the dead baby from James as Lucius stepped forward. "James…your son…" he said, handing the baby in his arms to the other man.

"Lucius…you can't…" James started to protest.

It was Narcissa that stopped him. "We are doing this as much for you and Lily as for ourselves. You know about the prophecy as well as we do, James. Thrice defied…you and Lily, Frank and Alice, and even Lucius and myself have all thrice defied him. It could be any one of us. This way you and Lily have your son…and just perhaps one of our sons will survive this war."

--

When the scene reformed again they found themselves Snape's office. "What happened?" Lucius demanded.

"He survived the attack," Snape answered. "Dumbledore has placed him somewhere.

Lucius' hands shook as he fought to control his anger. "What has he done to my son?"

Severus sighed. "He won't tell him."

"Damn that man!"

"I know you want your son back, Luc, but I think right now you need to focus on staying out of Azkaban. They will be rounding us up soon."

--

When the scene reformed this time, they were standing on Platform 9 and ¾ as Lucius prepared to send Draco to Hogwarts for the first time. Lucius knelt in front of his son. "I need you to do something very important for me, dragon."

"What is it, Father?" the young blond asked.

"Harry Potter will be starting his first year at Hogwarts with you this year. Do what you must to befriend him, Draco."

The boy nodded. "What if I can't?"

"Try your best, son. If you can't. then do what you can to must to keep near him…even if it means causing problems for him."

--

This time they found themselves in Snape's office once more. "Quirrell tried to kill him yesterday, Luc."

"Draco owled me last night," Lucius said, sitting across from his friend. "Who performed the counter curse?"

Severus merely gave the man a dirty look.

"Thank you for saving him."

"He's my godson, isn't he? You suspected any less of me?"

--

They once again found themselves in Lucius' study. "Dobby," the man called.

The familiar house elf appeared before him. "Yes, Master Lucius, sir?"

"I want you to go protect Harry Potter."

"Yes, Master Lucius. I will protect him," the elf said with a bow.

"If you fail me Dobby, I will be most displeased."

--

Having seen enough, Harry pulled himself from the memories and dropped to the floor, leaning against the headmaster's desk. He watched as Lucius lowered himself to sit beside him. "I won't…can't…no more…" Harry told him.

"I understand, Harry. It's a lot to take in," Lucius said.

They sat in silence for several minutes before Harry finally turned to look at the man beside him. "At the ministry…the curses you cast weren't really that bad. And most of them just missed me."

"I didn't want to hurt you, but I did have to keep up appearances. I had been sent to bring you and the prophecy to the dark lord. I also had to consider Cissy and Draco."

Harry cursed. "If what you say is true…then I tried to kill my own brother during sixth year. No wonder Snape was so angry with me. He's known all along."

"I wasn't too happy with you when I found out. Or Draco either once I found out what he had been about to do to you."

"Does…does he know?" He wanted to believe…wanted the family that he had been denied for as long as he could remember. But after everything he had been through at the hands of Voldemort and even this man and his son, he was having trouble letting go and accepting what he had been shown and was being told.

Lucius nodded. "Cissy and I told him last summer after I escaped from Azkaban."

The younger man sighed. "I still don't understand why. I mean, if you were so excited about twins, why give…me…away?"

"The most important reason was for your protection. I hated myself for having been taken in by the dark lord and my life belonged to him. For all my money and power, I was a slave. I wanted better than that for my sons. I didn't want him to get his hands on either of you."

Harry pulled his knees up to his chest with a sigh. "Draco took the mark."

"I was in prison and his mother was threatened. He did what he thought he had to do and I don't blame him."

"How could giving me away protect me?"

"You heard the prophecy?" Harry nodded. "The prophecy was made a few months before you were born. The only people who knew that I was spying were Frank Longbottom, James Potter and Severus. It was just pure coincidence that the Longbottoms and the Potters were expecting sons at the same time as Cissy and I were. When Dumbledore found out that the dark lord knew of the prophecy, he did not even consider our sons because he did not know that Cissy and I had thrice defied him as well.

"We were there when James lost his son…the only child that Lily would have been able to have. I know how much having an heir meant to James, because I knew how much it meant to me. We were both the last of our families…until our sons were born. Because of the way that my estate is entailed, Draco would have received everything and you nothing. By giving you to James, we hoped that he could not only protect you, but that he would also give you an inheritance.

"At the time we thought that the dark lord might know of our defiance and consider it the greatest. We thought he would come after us. I knew that there was no way that Cissy could protect you both…we thought that James could protect you and then when the dark lord was defeated we would let the truth be known. Cissy took Draco and went abroad to hide at the same time James and Lily went into hiding…Frank and Alice as well. We truly believed that the dark lord would come after us."

Harry sat there trying to take it all in. Everything Lucius said made sense, yet at the same time it didn't. Just one thing was really bothering him. "After he killed them, why didn't you come for me?"

"At first I was trying to stay out of Azkaban. Once I was pardoned, Severus was the only one who knew I was spying, and no one believed his word either. He did try several times to get Dumbledore to tell him of your whereabouts so that we could simply go claim you, but the stubborn old man wouldn't budge. I considered claiming you once you started school, but the dark lord was trying to come back and I had to pick up my mantle as spy once more. Severus and I did everything we could to protect you."

"It wasn't enough," Harry told him softly.

It was Lucius' turn to sigh deeply. "I know, Harry, and I will never forgive myself for the harm that I have caused you. By trying to protect you from the dark lord, I put you directly into his path and nearly got you killed."

"Do you know how many times he's nearly killed him? He nearly succeeded a few hours ago!"

"Harry, look at me…" Reluctantly, green eyes met grey. "My heart broke when I thought you were dead. It was all I could do to keep my head. Had I gone to you then, I would have been exposed as a spy and they would have gone after Draco as well. Words could not express my joy when Cissy told me that you were still alive."

"Once the battle came back inside…"

"We were looking for both of you," he told the younger man. "You disappeared under that invisibility cloak of yours. Then once the dark lord was defeated, you disappeared again."

Harry grew quiet again, getting lost in thought once more. Did he accept all that this man was telling him? That he had a father, mother and even brother that cared about him. That James and Lily had died to protect him, even though he wasn't their blood.

His true parents had given him up to protect him. They had done what they had thought best at the time, even though it had later proved to be a grave mistake that nearly cost them the life of their son many times…had nearly cost them the lives of both sons.

"I just don't know if I can accept it so easily…sir," Harry told the man.

Sir. It wasn't Father as he would have wished, but at least it was a start. Lucius managed a slight smile. "I understand, Harry. And I want you to take all the time you need to accept it…and hopefully one day forgive us for our mistakes."

Harry nodded. "Maybe one day."

Lucius stood and reached out a hand to help the boy up. Harry stared at it for a moment, before allowing the older man to pull him off the floor. "We will leave it up to you to tell whoever you wish. Or not tell at all."

"Thank you, sir."

Lucius nodded. "You will likely be bombarded the next few days with well wishers and reporters looking for interviews. I know that you lost friends tonight and will want to go to the funerals. If you want to hide from reporters or just escape for a few days, please consider coming to Malfoy Manor. No one will think to look for you there."

Harry could see the wisdom in what he was saying and was truly grateful for the offer. "I just may do that."

"We will have rooms ready and waiting for you."

Author's Note: This story was suggested and inspired by notwolf. She said that I should try something where Lucius was a good guy. I'm not sure if or when I will continue this, but the idea wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it.