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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Lucius_Malfoy/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Lucius_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Language, Incest, Out_of_Character, Sexual_Content, Angst,
      Tragedy, Drama
  Collections:
      HPFandom
  Stats:
      Published: 2008-09-13 Completed: 2008-11-29 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 3850
****** Captivate. ******
by inulover8952 [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     Harry is abused at home by both Duddley and Vernon. He finds himself
     with the Malfoys.
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
     may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this creator,
     please contact me using the e-mail address on HP_Fandom_collection
     profile.
***** Disturbed *****
Beta'd by the loverly Ri (ceres51892)
                            Chapter One; Disturbed
“Get up, damn it, boy!” ordered a loud, harsh voice. Harry rolled over in his
bed in a failed attempted to ignore his uncle.
“Get UP!” Vernon yelled.
“Alright, alright!” Harry called drowsily, toppling out of his bed. He knew it
was no use trying to stay in bed. Harry’s defiance had only ever earned him
brutality.
Come to think of it, he had never received any type of kindness from his uncle.
This was one of the main reasons he liked Hogwarts so much. While he was there,
he didn’t have to do any chores, nor did he get beaten for not finishing them.
Harry stumbled his way down the stairs to start on breakfast. He often envied
other kids who got to sleep in and who woke up to breakfast ready for them. It
felt as though every summer got longer. He was counting down the days until he
could leave this hellhole. It was 20 at this point, and they were dragging on
annoyingly.
Harry finished up the eggs and bacon and set them on the table, ignoring
Vernon’s rude comments. He grabbed a piece of toast and headed up stairs to
perform his least favorite chore, the laundry. Vernon and Dudley’s clothes were
just plain disgusting.
He was pleased to hear the door slam shut as Vernon left for work, and Dudley
left to go beat on children with his friends. Petunia was not so bothersome, so
his day might actually go smoothly.
Harry spent the rest of the day doing what he always did: Chores, and trying as
hard as possible to stay away from his relatives.
Harry checked the clock; he had about an hour left before Vernon would get
home. All he had left to do was the gardening. This amazed him. Normally, he
could barely get all his chores done; today he might actually have extra time.
Harry went outside to the back garden. He looked around; no one appeared to be
nearby, so he took the liberty of ditching his shirt before beginning his work.
He knew it was a bit cocky, but Harry thought he had a rather nice body. All
the work he did for the Dursleys combined with his Quidditch training, had
given him a very toned upper body. He also liked to think he had a pretty well
sized penis. Though he had never been with anyone sexually. He knew there were
girls at Hogwarts that would kill to be with him, but none of them seemed right
for him.
He would have to find someone soon, though; masturbating could get really
lonely sometimes.
Harry was about three fourths of the way done with the garden and had worked up
quite a sweat. He looked over and found himself faced with a strange sight:
Dudley was staring out the window, eyes trained directly on this shirtless
body. The minute he realized that Harry could see him, he averted his eyes.
This scared Harry a bit; it was kind of unnatural.
Dudley was the last person he wanted staring at him, lower only to Vernon. He
quickly finished up in the garden, then hastily put his shirt on and headed
upstairs.
Harry had about 20 minutes left before his uncle would be home, just enough
time for a shower to eliminate the stench of sweat. When he got into the
bathroom, Harry locked the door first thing. He did not want to give Dudley
anymore peeping Tom opportunities, but then, maybe he was just being paranoid.
Harry turned on the water so that it was at a cool temperature, seeing as it
was blazing outside. He let the cool water slide over his shoulders and down
his back, relieving some of the soreness in his muscles.
He stole a small amount of Petunia’s shampoo and worked the flowery scented
stuff through his hair and over his body. Once he was content with his
cleanness, he turned off the water and headed for his room.
When he was back in his room, he put on some clean clothes and collapsed on his
bed. Despite the fact that it was still early in the evening, he was really
tired and he let himself doze off.
Harry awoke to loud yelling. Vernon was home. From what Harry could hear,
Vernon had had a very bad day at work. Harry was thankful he had done all of
his chores so that Vernon couldn’t take it out on him. Yet he could hear Vernon
stomping up the stairs. This was not good.
“Boy!! Why didn’t you water the garden?!” Vernon yelled furiously
“It wasn’t on the lis-”
“Yes, it was!!” Vernon growled.
Harry should have known better; regardless of the fact that he did everything
that he was asked to, Vernon had made up a reason to punish him.
“You should have tried harder to finish all of your chores!!” Vernon yelled,
followed it up with a hard hit to the stomach that sent Harry across the room
to hit the wall.
Vernon waddled over to him. “Damn you!” he screeched as he kicked him in the
face.
“You’re such a weak piece of crap!” He kicked Harry in the chest.
Harry tried to stand, and just as Vernon was about to throw another punch, he
was interrupted.
“Father, may I help?” It was Dudley. ‘Oh god, how am I supposed to live through
both fat asses beating me?!’ he thought to himself.
“Take your shot, my boy,” said Vernon obligingly, stepping away.
Harry braced himself for another hit, but Dudley did something unexpected. He
pulled down his pants.
“Dudders, what are you doing?”
“Punishing him,” smirked Dudley. He proceeded to undo Harry’s pants and turn
him around on all fours. Harry was way to weak to defend himself. Dudley gave
Harry no time to prepare before he forcefully penetrated him.
“God, I’ve waited for this for so long,” Dudley moaned, pushing in further,
causing Harry to scream.
“Oh my. Dudley-wow.” Vernon said breathlessly.
Dudley began to violently thrust in and out of Harry; he could feel blood
running out of him. The pain was indescribable. Harry forced himself to look
over at his bed and was horrified by what he saw. Vernon was sitting with his
pants unzipped, wanking furiously on his bed.
Harry’s eyes filled with tears, and he began balling. He had never wanted to
die more in his entire life.
Dudley’s thrusts were becoming more vicious and the amount of pain Harry was
feeling made him want to faint. The only thing he could hear were the moans and
groans of Vernon and Dudley, and the only thing he could feel was Dudley’s
rough movement inside of him.
Dudley made one more powerful thrust and then released a wet jet of his cum
into Harry. He stepped back and threw on his pants as Harry collapsed onto the
floor. He looked at the doorway just in time to see Petunia running from the
scene in hopes that no one would notice.
Harry couldn’t believe her. How could she just stand by and watch that?! Bitch.
Harry was her blood relative!
As Vernon and Dudley left the room, looking quite proud of themselves, Harry
saw the disturbing mess that Vernon had left on his bed. Mortified, he ripped
his bed cover off and threw it in the corner of his room. His bed would never
be safe again. Harry crawled into his closet, wanting to hide from the world.
He curled up in the darkness and cried until he fell asleep.
END NOTES:
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***** Save Me *****
Chapter 2; Save Me
When Harry woke up, he felt an uncomfortable amount of soreness with his body.
Harry looked around and saw that he was in his closet; the obvious cause of his
pain being that he had slept in a very cramped space. He lifted his head a
little from his awkward position and thought back. In a rush, the night before
came back to him: Dudley, Vernon, the rape…
It surprised him that no one had come up to his room to bother him about
chores. He stood up and stretched before climbing out of his closet. Glancing
at his clock, he noticed that it was already 12pm. He never got to sleep in
this late during the summer.
Because it was so late in the day, he knew that Vernon and Dudley were gone. He
decided to go down stairs and start on his chores, hoping that that meant he
could avoid another incident like the one last night.
When he entered the kitchen to start the dishes, however, the sight that
greeted him was a surprising one. Petunia was at the kitchen table, crying. She
looked up and saw Harry as he entered.
“You - You need to leave,” she sputtered, “I thought you had run away! I saw -
I saw what they did. You need to leave!”
“Why? Because you can’t stand to know that your precious husband and son are a
bunch of rapist fags?” Harry spat.
“Don’t… you shut up! How could they- leave! I’ll tell them your friends got
you, just LEAVE!”
“Gladly,” he said.
He went upstairs and gathered all of his things. There wasn't much. He couldn’t
believe this; his aunt was insane. Where was he going to go? While shoving his
things in a case, he noticed that Hedwig was looking antsy.
“You can go, Hedwig, come find me,” he said, letting her fly out of the window.
Harry grabbed his things and headed for the front door where he found Petunia
waiting for him.
“Here,” she said, handing him a sandwich.
Harry was a bit surprised his Aunt had even thought to tell him goodbye. He
tried to think of something to say, but all he could tell her was, "bye". He
started walking down the road, like he had many other times in his life.
However, this time he was really leaving. He had no clue where he was going or
what he was going to do. And what the hell was up with his aunt?! What good was
a fucking sandwich going to do him while he was out on his own with no where to
go? How about some money?!
He walked around for about twenty minutes before he found a bench in a park by
the road. He clasped onto it, and before long, he began to cry. He couldn’t
help it. Everything had happened so fast, Dudley had defiled him, Vernon had
watched, and now he was stuck out here by himself with no idea of what to do
next.
He wanted to die. He sat there, crying his eyes out like he never had before.
When he had a calmed down a bit, he decided it was time to move on. He was just
about to start walking again when a car pulled up to the curb.
The car was sleek and black. It looked like a car that a rich person would own.
The window rolled down and revealed yet another surprise, Lucius Malfoy. Harry
stared at him in amazement.
“Well, get in the car,” he said without explanation.
“What?! Are you crazy? No!” He started to pull out his wand when Lucius said
something else that confused him.
“Oh, so you haven’t received the letter yet. Damn.”
“What letter?” Harry asked, baffled, just as a brown owl landed next to him
with a letter clutched in its calws. Harry took the letter suspiciously and
opened it. It read,
Dear Harry,
I know this is going to sound strange, but Lucius Malfoy is coming to get you.
You need to go with him.
-Dumbledore
P.S: Just incase you are questioning this letter's legitimacy, here is a bit of
proof: If someone were to want entry into my office, you might find that candy
would help them.
He didn’t know whether or not he should trust it, but right now he really
didn’t have much choice. He climbed into the front seat with his enemy’s
father.
“I’m sorry, but, Mr. Malfoy, you can drive?!” Harry exclaimed.
“That’s really the only question you have on your mind?” Lucius asked in
amusement. “Yes, I can drive. I learned from Arthur Weasley.”
“What?!”
Lucius sighed. “Harry, there is a lot you need to be told, but that can all be
solved later."
“Um, may I ask you where the hell we’re going?” Harry asked, still in shock.
“Well, Malfoy Manor, of course,” he replied as if it was a simple fact.
“Why…?”
“Well, where else would we be going?”
“So, wait, since when were you and Mr. Weasley friends?” Harry asked, ignoring
Lucius’s last comment.
“If you must know, Arthur and I had a relationship… to be up front about
things,” Lucius explained.
“…Wait, what?!” Harry said for the billionth time since the conversation began.
“But, Mr. Weasley’s straight, and you're… a guy… and he’s married.”
“Well, if you call what we did in his bedroom being 'straight'… And as for Mrs.
Weasley, she came into the picture much later on.”
“This makes no sense at all…” Harry groaned.
“It will all make perfect sense later.”
With that, Harry gave into the silence and watched the scenery outside his
window flash by. When they finally arrived at Malfoy Manor, they were greeted
at once by an anxious Draco.
“What did he want you to do?” Draco asked Lucius the moment he stepped out of
the car.
“See for yourself,” Lucius said, pointing at Harry.
“What? What is he doing here?!”
“He is going to stay with us, there will be time for explanations later. Now,
show him to the guest room,” Lucius commanded.
“Fine. Come on,” Draco added in Harry’s direction.
Walking through the Manor with Draco was possibly the most awkward thing Harry
had ever done in his life. Draco was his enemy and now he was going to be
staying in his house.
“This is where you’ll stay, I guess,” Draco told him, gesturing towards the
open door.
Harry went inside and shut the door behind him without even saying a “thank
you” to Draco. The room was beautiful. The walls were green, the carpet a very
clean white, and there was a queen-sized bed in the middle that went well with
everything. He dropped his suitcase by a silver dresser and sat down on the
very soft bed. All that he could do was sit there and try to take in everything
that had just happened.
 
END NOTES:
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that honestly I was a little scare to post this one. I hope it meets everyone's
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***** Elucidate *****
                             Chapter 3; Elucidate
Harry woke up about an hour later. Blinking sluggishly, he stared around the
unfamiliar room he had fallen asleep in. It took him a few moments to remember
where he was, and then a few more to then remember why he was there. However,
Harry didn’t actually know why he was at the Malfoy Manor. All Harry had to go
on was a vague letter that Dumbledore had sent him and he didn't appreciate the
feeling of once again being left in the dark.
Well, Harry was not going to be left in the dark this time. He would go find
Lucius and demand a better explanation to this bizarre situation he now found
himself in. Harry rolled out of the silky bed and walked out into the hallway.
Looking down both ends of the hallway, he realized that one of the problems
about being in an unfamiliar mansion was that he had no clue where anything
was. Why didn't this place come with a map?
He decided that the stairs were probably a safe bet and started down them.
After wandering around the house for a bit, he somehow managed to find his way
to the kitchen where Lucius was sitting at the table, reading the Daily Profit.
“Hello Harry, Bacon? Eggs?” Lucius asked, gesturing towards the plates of food
on the table.
Harry raised a skeptical eyebrow, “At 2:30?”
“Well, have you had breakfast yet, Harry?” Lucius asked him, smiling.
“Well, no, but…”
“Then you’re having it now.”
Harry took a seat across from Lucius and grabbed a piece of bacon from a nearby
plate. “So, would you mind telling me what the hell is going on?" Harry
inquired suddenly. "Why are you, supposedly, on our side now? And why did
Dumbledore send you to get me?” he questioned.
Lucius sighed and set down his newspaper. “I suppose it might be best if I tell
you what I can. Draco and I switched sides in his fourth year after-” Lucius
suddenly bowed his head, a brief look of pain crossed his face. “After You-
Know-Who killed my wife, Narcissa.”
Harry stared back at him blankly, not sure how to take in the information. He
felt bad that someone close to the men had died, but this side of Lucius was
also so new to him that he didn't know how he should feel about it. He could
understand the pain of losing a loved one, but he didn’t know how react to
someone else’s lose.
“He did it shortly after his return,” Lucius continued. “One of his followers
was refusing to return to him. He was furious, he was convinced that he needed
the man for something. So he told Narcissa to go and kill the man's two year
old son, a message that he couldn’t escape from the Dark Lord. Narcissa... She
wouldn’t do it. So-so he killed her.” Lucius paused, a look of hatred painted
on his face. “He killed her for having a heart.
“After that, we decided to become double spies for the light side, confirming
my suspicions that Snape was actually for the light as well. Unfortunately,
Voldemort expected us to retaliate somehow for the loss of my wife. He ordered
that rat, Pettigrew, to follow us and he found out what we were doing.
Thankfully, he still didn't know that Snape was a spy as well and he managed to
warn us. We were able to escape before the Dark Lord had the chance deal with
us. For our protection, the Manor has many defensive spells on it, most dating
back to archaic times and forgotten by most wizards. Its level of protection is
below only that of Hogwarts. I assume that is why Dumbledore sent you here, not
to mention that this Manor is fairly close to your uncle’s home. He sent me a
letter and said he had reason to believe you needed to be moved and he couldn't
bring you to Hogwarts, as that would be too predictable should the Dark Lord
get word of you leaving the protection of your relative's house.”
Harry frowned. “Why would he think I needed to be moved?” Harry asked, not
wanting anyone to know about his uncle.
“I have no clue… Something about your living conditions,” the blonde replied.
“Oh," Harry said "So, um, what’s up with you and Mr. Weasley then?” hurrying to
change the subject before Lucius asked any questions about his so called home.
“Well, we dated in Hogwarts, and split up when the Dark Lord came into the
picture," Lucius told him casually. "It caused us both many spiteful remarks
over the past few years, I’m afraid.. That’s really all there is to it.”
“Oh,” Harry responded, turning red at the thought of the two men he had had
such strong opinions about being together at one point in time.
“Are you okay, Harry? You look a bit flushed,” Lucius observed.
“I’m fine,” he insisted, embarrassed.
“Well, Draco is probably still asleep, but feel free to roam the house. I have
things to do.” Lucius said, standing from his seat at the table and leaving the
room.
Harry went back up to his room and was greeted by the welcome sight of his owl,
Hedwig, who had again managed to find her way to Harry. He decided, for lack of
anything better to do in this still alien place, that now would be a good time
to write a letter to Ron and Hermione, though he worried the letter might be
intercepted.
He thought about it for a minute, then came up with a code. Instead of writing
the name 'Lucius', he wrote 'Ferret Boy’s Father'. He laughed at his own evil
genius. He wrote about everything that he had been informed of, except for the
part about Lucius and Mr. Weasley. Something told him Ron didn’t need to know
about his father having a gay relationship with a member of a family he hated.
After he had sent out the letters he, to put it bluntly, needed to take a piss.
He strolled down the hallway until he found the door to the bathroom. When he
opened the door, he expected nothing more extraordinary than a toilet. His
green eyes widened as he was greeted with a surprise.
Lucius Malfoy was standing in the shower, warm water running down his smooth,
pale skin. His eyes were closed, his expression one of sheer bliss, and he was
leaning back on the shower wall, stroking his own long cock. He murmured softly
to himself in his deep voice, words like ‘Harder, faster,' and moans that had
no meaning other than pure pleasure.
Harry rushed out of the bathroom and back to his own bedroom. He prayed to God
he hadn’t been seen. He felt astonished by how aroused the sight of his host
taking a shower and pleasuring himself had made him. Harry laid back on his bed
and reached his hand into his baggy pants. He pumped his erection, pictures of
Lucius’s smooth skin and large arousal flashed through his mind. He pictured
himself wrapping his mouth around Lucius's cock; he could almost taste it. His
hand motions got faster with the images in his mind, until his seed exploded
over his hands and splattered his pants.
Panting, Harry sat up in the bed, wiping his hand on the ruined pants. He
couldn’t believe that had just happened. He changed his pants and sat down in
the chair by his bed. Had he really just had vivid fantasies about someone who
he had considered an enemy only a day ago?
 
END NOTE:
I’m really sorry it took me so long to update. But thank you to everyone who
reviewed the last chapter. Any ways I hope you like this chapter. I knows it’s
a bit short, but my beta added a few hundred words, as did I soooooo hopefully
it’s satisfying.
The bad news, however, is that I haven’t actually written the 4th chapter,
unlike the last three which were in my notebook. It’s partially due to the fact
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