A/N: This chapter does contain some violence and attempted rape.


"I will be back this evening," Lucius said softly, giving Harry a lingering hug. Harry smiled.

"I'll miss you, but I'll see you tonight," Harry said, giving the blond a quick kiss before he grabbed his book bag and headed to the Great Hall for breakfast. Lucius smiled and brushed off his clothes, making his own way towards the sweeping grounds of the castle and out the front gate, where he could Apparate to the Ministry.


"Where's Lucius?" Hermione asked, her eyes sweeping the staff table. Harry had to laugh at how easily she had begun calling him "Lucius" over "Mr. Malfoy." He pointed that out to her.

"How bizarre would it be for me to call my best friend's fiancée Mister something? It makes him sound old and you seem like you're dating a bit of a pompous prat," she said with a shrug. "I mean, that's what he always seemed like to me, but I'm giving him a second chance." Harry rolled his eyes.

"How magnanimous of you," he said sarcastically, causing a small smile to appear on Hermione's face.

"Really, though, is he still sleeping?" she asked.

"No, actually, he's going to the Ministry to take care of some important business he had. I think it was to try to get his old job back, actually. They did fire him when that picture came out. I think they had actually been looking for a reason to get rid of him, but it had to make sense, so they used it as an excuse when the picture was published," Harry guessed. Hermione nodded thoughtfully.

"That would certainly make sense," she said slowly, tapping her index finger on her lower lip. After a moment, she shrugged and went back to eating her breakfast.

"You seemed rather concerned," Harry said, raising an eyebrow. The brown-haired witch adopted an innocent look.

"I can't wonder about the whereabouts of my best friend's fiancée and soul mate?" she asked, over exaggerating her innocence.

"No," Harry said mock-seriously. She giggled, but seemed to look torn between saying something and not.

"I was just wondering," she said quietly, silencing the question Harry started to ask with an authoritative look. Harry half-shrugged, still eyeing her slightly suspiciously when Ron arrived, ungracefully dropping on to the seat next to Hermione. She turned to him and smiled, kissing his cheek. Ron grinned rather sleepily, turning to give her a light peck. Harry couldn't help but smile at the fact that Hermione still blushed when he kissed her and Ron constantly had that look that he'd been hit in the back of the head with a bludger. He was quite surprised that they weren't soul mates. He shook his head and realized he had never asked.

"Are you guys… soul mates?" Harry asked, keeping his voice low. The couple turned to look at him. Ron shrugged.

"We haven't actually had sex yet, Harry," Hermione said, the corners of her lips quirking upwards.

"That's news," Harry said, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "What exactly were you doing when you spent the night in the Astronomy Tower, then?"

"Well, actually, Ron surprised me with a romantic dinner," she said, blushing. "And we ended up just watching the stars and we fell asleep and I caught a cold. You jumped to conclusions, I see."

"I didn't think Ron would be the type to do that," Harry said honestly.

"Hey, I can be spontaneous, too," Ron interjected indignantly, spraying crumbs over the table. Hermione rolled her eyes, unable to disguise her smile.

"He never said you couldn't be. That's why it's unexpected, and that makes it lovely," she assured him. Harry smiled at their utter sweetness.

"You've been good for each other," Harry said, turning back to his breakfast.

A school owl dropped the Daily Prophet on Harry's plate, and he unwound the string tying it together. As of late, there had been nothing concerning him and Lucius, so Harry took to browsing the pages to see if anything interesting was happening. Ever since Voldemort's death, the newspaper had really turned into a tabloid, cataloguing the daily lives of celebrities of the Wizarding World (very few of who's names Harry recognized). As usual, nothing of any import was published, so Harry put down the paper and finished his breakfast.


Halfway through Potions, Harry noticed that Professor Snape was glaring at him more than he used to. Disconcerted, Harry did his best to keep his head down, correctly brew the potion, and not make him angry.

He had no idea what he had done now; he had been sure they had been inching towards being on better terms. For once, he hadn't actually done anything wrong to earn the man's wrath.

"You have twenty minutes left. A sample of your potion must be in a vial on my desk by five minutes before class ends," Snape said, his irritation evident in his voice. "If you bring your vial up within the next ten minutes, I will know you have brewed it incorrectly. Continue working."

Harry waited until he was absolutely sure his potion was properly prepared and scooped a small amount of it into a crystal vial. He stood up to carry it to Snape's desk. Halfway there, the mark on his shoulder began to burn like someone had stabbed him with a white-hot poker. In pain and surprise, he yelled and dropped the vial, reaching to clutch his shoulder. The pain spread, and he doubled over, dropping to his knees, biting his fist to keep from crying out again. Tears sprang into his eyes, and he hardly noticed everyone staring.

"Lucius," he gasped, remaining on the floor until the pain had miraculously abated. He stood, his entire body shaking. "S-sorry, professor." His voice was nearly inaudible, just as shaky as his body. Draco looked at him curiously, concerned with the fact that Harry repeatedly nearly dropped a second vial just holding it. The blond stood and took the vial from Harry, filling it and taking it to Snape's desk.

"Thank you," Harry said, his voice a bit stronger. "Draco, if your dad is in as much pain as I was just now, shouldn't the magic of he and I being soul mates have taken me to him?"

"Not necessarily. Unfortunately, the magic only includes life-threatening situations," Draco explained. "Pansy would probably have not hesitated to kill you, which is why he was Apparated here when she attacked you."

"Sorry to interrupt, boys, but I'm afraid Potter needs to clean up that potion he spilled," Snape said suddenly, still sounding angry. Harry nodded and reached into his supply bag, pulling out one of the rags he kept for cleaning up at the end of class. He wiped up the spilled potion, pulling out his wand to Vanish all of the shards of the vial that peppered the floor.

"I'm really scared, Draco," Harry whispered, staring wide-eyed at the blond. "That was a lot of pain. I really wish these damn marks let us communicate with our minds." He rubbed at his shoulder, biting his lip.

"If the situation becomes much worse, the magic will take you to him, I can almost guarantee it," Draco assured him, internally just as worried as Harry was.

"Class dismissed," Snape barked. Everyone else rushed out, but Harry groaned as he realized he hadn't cleaned up his own workspace. He quickly got to work, freezing when Snape stopped in front of him.

"Just because you are engaged to my best friend, you do not have the right to take from my personal stores," he hissed. Harry stared.


"You heard me. While it may not have been you taking my Boomslang skin and Lacewing flies during the Triwizard Tournament, I know it was you, Weasley, and Granger your second year. This is the last time I tell you," the Potions Master growled, leaning in so his face was inches from Harry's. "Do not steal from my personal stores, Potter."

"I haven't taken anything!" he cried, hastily throwing everything into his bag, eager to be anywhere but in the same room as Snape, particularly when there was no one else there. "In case you haven't noticed, I haven't really had a need to break rules this year." The man narrowed his eyes. Harry ran out of the room, more than willing to run all the way back to his room.


"You look a bit stressed," Hallwill commented, looking him over.

"Something happened to Lucius," Harry said. "He was in a lot of pain for a few minutes, but then it faded. It's been kind of a dull throb for a while now, though. I'm worried."

A look of concern flitted over Hallwill's face.

"Something doesn't seem right, but he could have simply been apprehended by someone who does not approve of his actions during the war," the shape-shifter offered.

"Lucius is a better wizard than that, though." Harry sat down on the sofa. "Unless they totally ambushed him, he would have been able to easily hold them off."

"Perhaps you should not worry," Hallwill chided softly, offering a small smile. Harry sighed.

"It's hard not to. I just don't know what's happened," Harry said. He bit his lip.

As Hallwill opened his mouth to speak, the door opened and they turned to see Lucius sweeping in. Harry jumped up to hug him, but froze.

"I thought you weren't supposed to be back until later. Are you all right?" Harry eyed him nervously, noticing the blonde's angry expression. Lucius glared at him, and Harry flinched slightly under the intensity of the look.

"Stupid Mudbloods at the Ministry know nothing," Lucius hissed.

"Lucius! When I said that you should start being civil towards the Weasleys, I didn't mean that you could insult others!" Harry cried, taken aback by his lover's anger. Hallwill looked confused.

"You cannot dictate what I say or do not say." His glare was icy. "You have no right to ask me for anything."

"What the hell happened today? You're not yourself at all," Harry said, looking as though he wanted to cry. The man scoffed.

"You thought you knew me, didn't you? You should know I'm fantastic at making people see what I want them to see," Lucius said, a cruel smirk gracing his face.

"Then… everything was a lie?" Harry asked, feeling tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "All of those things you told me about yourself?"

"You were the one stupid enough to believe them," he said as though talking about someone vastly unpleasant.

"Then what the fuck does this mark on my shoulder mean? I can't believe you would do this to me," Harry choked out, desperately trying to keep the tears from falling. "You're just like every person I've dated: you only cared about possibly getting to fuck the Golden Boy!" Lucius' hand shot out and slapped Harry across the face. He stumbled back slightly.

"You were asking for it, with your slutty body," the blonde purred maliciously, making his way behind Harry, running his hands all over the lean body. Harry pulled out of his grip.

"Don't touch me," he snarled. Lucius glared at him.

"You fucking tease." The blonde grabbed Harry, refusing to let go, despite Harry's struggles. He froze when he felt Lucius' breath on his ear. "I will have you tonight."

"Hallwill, help me!" Harry cried. The shape-shifter had been slowly and silently making his way around Lucius until he was at the man's back. Lucius, unfortunately, had anticipated the movement and spun quickly, freezing the shape-shifter with Petrificus Totalus. Hallwill fell to the floor, immobile. The blonde turned back to Harry. He picked up the smaller man with relative ease and carried him into their bedroom.

"Lucius, stop!" Harry shrieked, trying to writhe out of Lucius' grip. "Please!" He gasped as he was thrown roughly on to the bed. He looked fearfully at Lucius, who was beginning to unbutton Harry's shirt, tearing off several buttons in the process. The blonde roughly shoved his lips on to Harry's, forcing his tongue into the Gryffindor's mouth. Harry turned his head away and Lucius grabbed a fistful of dark hair, pulling Harry's head back to look at him.

A cry came from Lucius' mouth as he noticed the white snake climbing his leg. He reached down to pry it off, but it snapped at his hand. The snake reached his shoulders and began to change until Hallwill stood behind Lucius, one unnaturally long, sharp fingernail at the ex-Death Eater's throat.

"You have obviously never learned that shape-shifters can change shape while immobile, my dear Lucius," Hallwill hissed, digging his fingernail into the delicate flesh. "I should ask you who you really are." Even as Hallwill spoke, blonde hair was growing shorter and turning darker, becoming brown. The body filled out slightly and shrank a bit in height.

"What the fuck?" Harry yelled, panicked. "How could you?"

"It wasn't too hard. He's a piece of shit. I was so much better," the man spat, groaning slightly as Hallwill put more pressure on his throat.

"What did you do to him, Seamus?" Harry screeched, things beginning to fall into place in his mind.

"Ginny's got him. He's not dead. At least he wasn't when I left," Seamus said smugly.

"Tell me where, right now," Harry growled, standing up. His eyes blazed with pure fury. "Or I will let Hallwill kill you, as he looks ready to do." The fingernail had pierced the skin and a thin rivulet of blood trickled down his throat. Seamus was beginning to look afraid, whimpering slightly.

"We took him to the Room of Requirement," Seamus said quickly. Hallwill hissed.

"You dare to use my magic to suit your deeds, to harm the children of my bloodlines?" His voice was cold, and Harry shivered at the hatred in Hallwill's eyes. "I do not complain about the uses of my magic in that room until harm comes to my children or any who share my blood. You are lucky Harry will not allow me to kill you."

"Take him to Dumbledore, Hallwill," Harry ordered. "I'm going to find Lucius. Seamus." The name seemed to bear a bitter taste now, and he grimaced after saying it. "How do I get in?"

"Ask for 'the room where the plans took effect,'" Seamus said. Harry turned and ran, not caring that his shirt was open.


On the third walk by where he knew the entrance to the Room of Requirement was, the door materialized and Harry, by now filled with anger and worry, threw the door open.

"What are you doing here?" The shriek sounded panicked. Ginny was guarding Lucius, who was tied to a chair, unconscious. The man was nearly nude, explaining where Seamus had gotten Lucius' clothes. Harry couldn't see any marks on his chest or legs, but that didn't mean he was unharmed.

"What did you do to him?" Harry asked, his voice dangerously low. When the redhead didn't answer, he snarled, "I asked you what you did to him, Ginny!" For a moment, he thought she didn't respond again, then he saw her shoulders shaking. She was laughing.

"I just did what anyone who cares about you would," she said, a wide smirk on her face. Harry couldn't help himself; he pulled out his wand and pointed it at her.

"I know you hurt him, bitch. Tell me what you did!" he yelled.

"Well, when we first got him, Seamus used a few Stinging Hexes on him," Ginny said matter-of-factly, the smirk still on her face. "He wouldn't stop screaming for a while, saying his mark burned. Whatever that means. I couldn't get him to shut up, so I hit him over the head with my textbooks. That got him quiet."

Harry was clenching his fists so tightly that there were marks on the palm of his hands. "You fucking bitch. What was the point of this?"

"Seamus, disguised as Lucius, was supposed to make you think that Lucius never really loved you, so you would leave him and come back to me," she said sweetly.

"You're mental. I can't even believe that you would do this. I told you I wasn't interested in you, and I won't ever be. Even if Lucius weren't my soul mate, I would choose him over you. I'd choose Voldemort over you," Harry hissed. Ginny's eyes widened.

"But Harry! Everyone expects us to get married!" she cried.

"No they don't, Ginny! Your entire family could see I was gay before I could, with the exception of you," he said coolly.

Ginny was trying to think of anything to say to justify what she had done, as he had knocked down all of her arguments without so much as batting an eyelash. "He's a Death Eater!" she yelled, smiling triumphantly, convinced she had found Harry's weak spot.

"Voldemort is dead!" Harry bellowed. "There are no Death Eaters anymore, and I have seen into his mind and know that he will not be returning to those tendencies!" Harry's anger got the best of him and he sent a Stunning Spell at Ginny. She collapsed to the floor and Harry ran to Lucius, kneeling in front of him.

"Oh my god, Lucius," Harry murmured, carefully using a spell to sever the ropes that held him to the chair. The blonde collapsed onto Harry, who struggled to stand and carry the man in the utterly unromantic fireman's lift. It was the only way Harry could carry him, though. Freeing his wand hand for a moment, he cast a full body-bind on Ginny so that she was guaranteed immobility, flicking his wand to levitate her out the door.

It was a difficult journey to Dumbledore's office, but he finally made it to the door. He didn't bother knocking, instead pushing the door open with his foot. Hallwill had evidently been arguing with the old man over the best course of action, because besides the yelling Harry could hear, the shape-shifter still held Seamus with a fingernail to his throat.

"Help me!" Harry said, gently placing Lucius on the floor and allowing Ginny to tumble unceremoniously to the ground. Hallwill threw Seamus away from him, not pausing when he heard the Irishman yelp as he ran in to something. He knelt on Lucius' opposite side, placing his hand over the blonde's sternum. After a few moments, Hallwill withdrew his hand.

"He'll be fine. He's sleeping now," he assured Harry, smiling as Harry gently stroked Lucius' cheek, his eyes full of love.

"Please tell me what happened, Harry," Dumbledore asked, startling his addressee. Harry recounted everything, refusing to move from Lucius' side the entire time. Dumbledore listened intently, occasionally glancing towards Seamus, who Hallwill was glaring daggers at, and Ginny, who had broken free of the body-bind curse but had been knocked unconscious during her tumble to the ground. As Harry finished telling Dumbledore what had happened, the old man tapped his chin thoughtfully.

"Harry, please make a fire call to Arthur and Molly and ask them to please come to Hogwarts. I would like their input on the punishment for Mr. Finnegan and Miss Weasley," Dumbledore ordered. "Arthur will be at the Ministry. Simply ask for his office. Floo powder is in a bag next to the fireplace."

Harry stood and reluctantly left Lucius' side to take a handful of the green powder. He tossed it in to the fireplace, sticking his head in and saying, "Arthur Weasley's office."

Harry's call apparently startled his secretary (or whoever she was), for she shrieked when she heard Harry ask, "Mr. Weasley?" The man in question ran to the fireplace, grinning in delight when he saw it was Harry.

"What can I do you for?" he asked, kneeling to better communicate.

"Actually, Mr. Weasley, I need both you and Mrs. Weasley to come to Dumbledore's Office as soon as possible," Harry said, biting his lip.

"I'll get Molly. Shall we Floo there?" Arthur asked, raising his eyebrows. Harry paused to look at Dumbledore, who nodded. Harry affirmed the question, and pulled his head out of the fire.

He went back to Lucius, sitting so that he could cradle the blonde. He stroked his hair with one hand, pleased to feel Lucius' breath on his neck. Harry jumped when he noticed Ginny starting to wake up. Before he could do anything, though, Hallwill had grabbed her by the arm and taken her next to Seamus. He kept a firm grip on both of their arms, his knife-like fingernails dangerously close to piercing their flesh.

"If either of you so much as takes a step, I will hurt you," Hallwill snarled, his fingernails shrinking slightly. Harry couldn't help but think that he wouldn't mind at all if Hallwill were to seriously injure either of them.

The fire flared and Molly and Arthur stepped out, freezing when they saw Hallwill holding Ginny.

"What's going on?" Molly asked, turning to Dumbledore.

"It seems your daughter and Mr. Finnegan here are guilty of attacking with intent to harm another student and his mate," the man said, gesturing to Harry and Lucius. Molly gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, looking from Lucius and Harry to her daughter.

"She kidnapped Lucius and hurt him. Seamus used Polyjuice potion and turned into Lucius, trying to rape me while disguised as him to get me to go back to Ginny," Harry explained, unable to keep the anger out of his voice. "I thought she understood that I had no intention of being with her." He looked over to Molly and Arthur, who both looked shocked.

Molly was looking between Harry and Ginny, her hands visibly shaking. "I thought the Prophet lied when they said that you were engaged to him," she said, her unsteady hand pointing at Lucius. "What did he do to you?" Her voice cracked.

"He is my soulmate," Harry hissed, exposing his shoulder and for what felt like the hundredth time, tapping his mark, where it flared golden, then faded. Molly began to sway and Arthur put an arm around her waist to steady her.

"Has Ginny seen that mark?" Arthur asked quietly. Harry nodded. "She is a pureblood. She knows what that bond is, and she learned what happens when one tries to break it." A sob from Molly startled everyone.

"My little girl! What have you done?" she cried. A note of anger was slowly entering her voice. "You tried to defy that magic which cannot be broken! Your father and I have that same bond, Bill and Fleur have it! How dare you try to destroy the most sacred of magic?" The anger seemed to suddenly disappear. "Ginny, you are my only daughter. I wanted to see you happy, but if your happiness comes at the cost of another's soulmate, I can't support you."

"Ginny, just answer me. Why did you do it?" Arthur asked gently. She looked at him, her eyes dry.

"Because I'm better than that Death Eater scum. You always told me we were better than the Malfoys, and I wanted Harry to see that, too," she spat. Arthur groaned. He'd never imagined his attempts to keep his family from feeling demeaned by the Malfoys' past snipes would actually inspire violence.

"There is no excuse for what you have done," Arthur said quietly. He looked to Dumbledore. "As headmaster, I trust you can come up with an appropriate punishment."

"I suggest expulsion, and thus she will have to have her wand destroyed and live her life as a Squib," Dumbledore stated calmly.

"No." The voice startled everyone, including the man holding the speaker. Harry looked down at Lucius, having not noticed him awake. "She has potential. Send her to St. Mungo's for psychiatric therapy but allow her to continue to be a witch."

Harry buried his face in Lucius' shoulder, holding him tight.

"You're all right," he whispered, sighing in relief when he felt Lucius' arms wrap around his, albeit weakly.

"Yes," the blond replied, smiling at his soul mate. Harry kissed him gently, uncaring that they had an audience, ignoring the outcry of rage from Ginny. When they broke apart, Dumbledore clapped his hands together.

"Arthur, Molly, please accompany myself and Ginny to St. Mungo's. Hallwill, please continue to restrain Mr. Finnegan until our return," he said, magically tying Ginny's hands and gripping her arm.

The four disappeared into the Floo, leaving Harry, Lucius, Hallwill, and Seamus alone in Dumbledore's office.

"I'm sorry, Harry." Seamus' voice startled everyone, and Harry looked up at him.

"What?" Harry asked, staring.

"I didn't want to hurt you, but Ginny said it was the best way…" Seamus said, looking guiltily at both Harry and Lucius. "I went along with it anyways. I'm sorry."

"I don't really forgive you," Harry responded.

"I know," Seamus said softly, and the room lapsed into silence while they waited for Dumbledore to return.

A/N: So… I said I'd have this up, what, four months ago? Err… no real excuses, just that this was weirdly hard to write and that I got distracted by my first semester in college. (I failed psychology by the way, but passed all my music classes with flying colors! ^_^) Plus I discovered Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) and may I just say that I am completely in love. If you like Victorian England and homoeroticism, this is the manga/ anime for you. The manga is really different from the anime, but they're both quite good.

Um, I'll stop my little sales pitch here and say that I honestly don't know when the next chapter will be up. There's probably only three or four more chapters in this story, though. Thanks for reading, and I'd looooove reviews more than Grell looooves handsome men (especially his Sebas-chan, William, and Undertaker…). Heehee, thanks again!

~Amy Ehren