Information for Innocence

Okay, just to warn you, unless you like repitition, by all means read both points of views lol, but I mainly did the point's of views so you, the reader, can choose who's perspective you want to read from. For example, I love Harry's thoughts and angry, teenage feelings - lol - but then I may want to see what Lucius is thinking... If you catch my subtle drift lol.

Bit of a different story but do not feel obliged to read both perspectives, the speech isn't different, just the thoughts and descriptions =]

(Until chapter 7)

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"His emerald orbs, they captivate me; the raven-coloured hair, it looks like silk; the skin so white, it seems to glow; his friends know nothing of what he's worth...Curse the Malfoy possessiveness gene, for I get mad when I see him with others...No matter; Harry James Potter, you will be mine."

HP

"I see a flash of platinum hair whip round a corner, thinking I haven't seen him all those times. I feel his eyes on me when I can't see him. I don't know what he wants; I'm losing my friends because of how he's making me feel... Dirty, alone, angry... What gives him this right?"

Chapter one

Harry's POV

Harry Potter was sat on the cold, hard pavement outside number four Privet Drive. He sighed to himself as he thought about his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, probably filling up on their family dinner in the kitchen, talking and exchanging conversation. And here he was; on the side of the road, hungry and lonely.

Aunt Petunia had given him his breakfast – a few segments of grapefruit – but had refused to give him any lunch or dinner because he had called Dudley a spoilt, fat bastard after being tripped up purposely while making Uncle Vernon's full English breakfast.

So here he was, his stomach growling angrily and his massive t-shirt blowing in the cold breeze. He didn't care that it was cold or that it was getting dark; he didn't think he could take much more of smelling the delicious Italian pizza his aunt, uncle and cousin were gobbling down. So, he had decided to get some fresh air and some space, even if it was only a few steps away from the house.

He felt so lonely, watching the other houses lit up with families eating together or playing board games. He thought of just running away or disappearing completely where no one could pressure him with the war or manipulate him. But then he would miss Hogwarts dearly and he couldn't wait to start his sixth year.

He blew his fringe off his face, stood up and began walking towards his favourite park just to clear his head. It was hard to be rational when no one was actually there to tell you what to do. Sure, he had it written on paper from Dumbledore, Hermione, and even Ron, but they didn't exactly know what he was doing now.

As he let his feet carry him his mind was completely elsewhere, so he didn't hear the snap of a twig or the crunch of leaves behind him.

He did, however, jump out of his skin when a hand was shoved over his mouth and another wrapped round his waist.

Oh, Merlin, no! Can't I take a peaceful walk without getting attacked? thought Harry.

"Mr Potter... What a surprise it is to see you here." Harry knew that drawling, silky voice anywhere: Lucius Malfoy, one of Lord Voldemort's inner circle.

Anger welled up in Harry as he realised the last time he had seen Mr Malfoy was when Sirius was... when he fell through the veil. He immediately started to struggle violently and kick out at the dark wizard behind him. His efforts were in vain seeing as he had only had a few segments of grapefruit; not exactly protein food.

Malfoy tutted and his grasp grew stronger when Harry tried to move. Harry felt Lucius' cold breath in his ear; "I was of the impression you were lonely and wanted some...company?" Harry could practically hear the sneer of the man.

Harry's snide comeback was muffled by Lucius' leather glove over his mouth.

"Shh... there's no need to panic, Potter. You don't know why I'm here, yet."

"Voldemort," Harry tried to say. Instead it came out as "Oldeymmmrt."

"Actually no, but if you don't stop that infernal kicking it will be about him." Lucius' hand that was round Harry's waist moved up to his neck and tightened, not enough to cut off oxygen but enough to scare him.

"Just listen to what I say, Harry," cooed Malfoy.

Harry didn't relax but stopped struggling, letting out his anger in deep breaths through his nose.

"Good. Can I let you go without you running away?" Malfoy must have realised what Harry was going to do, as he said, "I promise you; if you try any escape you will be stunned faster than you can say Salazar Slytherin."

Reluctantly Harry nodded, or did his best to seeing as Malfoy had one hand round his neck and the other over his mouth.

Malfoy removed his hands and spun Harry round, so that Harry could see the malicious grey eyes gazing intently at him. They were filled with a strange expression Harry couldn't quite put his finger on. After a while, Malfoy spoke.

"Now then, I believe this war is getting extremely tiresome and more and more casualties are being inflicted as well as more deaths upon us." Harry flinched, thinking of Sirius, and anger rose in him again.

Harry glared, and shouted, "Why the hell do you care? It's all you and your friends fault! I'd still have a Godfather if it wasn't for you!"

Harry got madder at the smirk on Lucius face.

"No, it's not my fault. It's the Dark Lord's. He sent us into the Department of Mysteries and you don't say no to his face."

"You didn't have to kill!" growled Harry.

"I did not kill that night. If you remember correctly that was my wife's sister, Bellatrix."

"But I bet you've killed before! Loads of people are suffering like I am because of you!" Harry fiercely wiped away the tears that were coming. He wasn't going to take any excuses; the blame somehow eased the pain in his heart when thinking of Sirius.

Again, Malfoy tisked. "You are obviously not well-cared for, seeing as how rude you are."

"What do you expect me to be like? You work for Voldemort and in case you forgot, he's the reason I'm here in the first place!"

Malfoy's nostrils flared and he grabbed Harry by the front of his t-shirt so Harry had to balance uncomfortably on his toes.

"I'm here to make sure your burden is lifted and to give you a different life!" spat Malfoy.

"Wha-?" Harry was interrupted by a loud shout from across the road, "BOY!"

Vernon.

Malfoy looked up wearily, then down again at Harry. "You're uncle, I presume?"

"Yes," sighed Harry, partially embarrassed. He wondered what the two snobs would be like to each other, considering they both thought each other a disgrace to human kind.

"Hmm..." Malfoy started walking towards uncle Vernon, still clutching Harry's shirt, making it very awkward for Harry to walk.

"I believe this is yours?" Malfoy asked, shaking Harry.

"Unfortunately..." Vernon muttered, glaring at Harry who shot daggers right back.

"So sorry to have delayed him, we were just having a chat." Lucius smirked.

"Right, well get in here as soon as you've finished your...conversation, boy." After looking at Lucius with a sniff and giving Harry a warning glare, he stomped up the path.

Lucius let go of Harry's shirt. "You're letting me go?" asked Harry disbelievingly.

"That's up to you. Listen, I'm willing to turn sides and get this damn war over as soon as possible. I have heard all of the Dark Lord's plans and weaknesses and can help bring down his army much easily than where your precious Order stand now." Lucius spoke hurriedly and low.

"Pfft... yeah right. Why the hell would you do that? You're all for the demolition of Muggles and Muggleborns," Harry scoffed, even though he knew Malfoy was right.

"But I do not wish for my son to have the same fate as me, nor endanger my wife."

Harry paused. Then, realising there must be a catch, he said sarcastically, "Yeah, okay. Do it; it'll lift a lot of weight off my shoulders."

Harry turned to leave but Lucius grasped his shoulder.

"I do not do things for free, Potter."

Harry knew this was coming. "How much do you want, then?"

"I'll take all of you."

Harry stared blankly at the man in front of him. Then realising he must have misheard, said, "Pardon?"

"I want you, Mr Potter. To do as I please."

Harry gulped. "When you say that..."

"Yes, I mean slavery, but maybe... an intimate relationship?" Lucius tried an innocent expression – he failed: miserably.

Harry backed off and ran up the path and into the house, not before hearing Malfoy shout, "Meet me in the same place tomorrow, 9am!"

Harry slammed the door shut and leant against it, his knees weakening and he sunk to the floor.

He stared unseeingly ahead of himself breathing deeply, not knowing if he should cry or call for help.

He didn't have too long to brew on it, though, when Vernon shouted, "Potter! Chores! Now!"

Harry shakily heaved himself up and said, "Yes, Uncle."

Lucius' POV

Lucius stared at the shivering boy on the side of the road; he subconsciously licked his lips. He'd had his eye on Potter since he first met him in Flourish and Blotts when the boy was only twelve, and had decided that now he was nearly sixteen, he would have him. So, over the summer, he had watched over his every move to find the perfect opportunity to snatch the boy; he found himself lusting and loathing the Boy Who Lived: lust because of how extraordinarily green his eyes were; his messy, yet silky hair; his fine, Quidditch body; and how he managed to always escape stronger wizards... Yet loathing because of how he brought down his Lord causing Lucius to be asked lots of awkward questions and the cheek he gave to his best friend, Severus. How he would enjoy teaching that boy to succumb to his wishes...

The tousled-haired Potter was watching the other houses longingly, probably imagining himself with his real family – were they alive – eating a nice warm dinner. The boy's shirt was far too big and made him look oddly proportioned, though no less ugly. After blowing a strand of hair off his face and revealing two bright green orbs that seemed to glow, even in the dark, he stood up and walked in the opposite direction.

Lucius wasted no time in following the teen and was worried when he was careless about his footing and stepped on a twig with his left foot and some leaves with his right; he was too absorbed in Potter's fine body structure. In case the boy turned round and ran, he clasped one hand over the rose red lips and snaked the other around the tiny waist. He felt Harry jump and Lucius smirked.

"Mr Potter... what a surprise it is to see you here."

Lucius immediately regretted not stunning Potter first, for the boy was kicking out wildly, trying to escape. Lucius mentally scoffed; this bunch of bones doesn't stand a chance against me.

Lucius decided he would try to... lighten the mood, so he clicked his tongue in a mock disapproval. However, his grasp grew stronger when Harry struggled again. When Lucius spoke, he made sure Harry would feel uncomfortable by speaking right into his ear.

"I was of the impression you were lonely and wanted some...company?" Lucius couldn't help but try not to laugh; he was such a typical bad guy.

Lucius' leather glove over Harry's mouth prevented himself from hearing what Harry was trying to say.

"Shh... no need to panic, Potter. You don't know why I'm here, yet." He tried to make his voice friendly though he knew Harry wouldn't trust him even if he gave him all his gold.

Harry mumbled something that came out as "Oldeymmmrt," due to the gloved hand over his mouth.

Again, the urge to laugh struck Lucius but he regained his cool and said, "Actually no, but if you don't stop that infernal kicking it will be about him." Lucius realised he had to be firm so his hand that was wrapped around Harry's waist moved up to the slender neck and tightened. He made sure he wasn't going to suffocate the boy, but he needed to scare him.

"Just listen to what I say, Harry," cooed Lucius.

Luckily, the teen stopped struggling but still seemed to be alert and angry.

This pleased him; at least the boy wasn't completely thick.

"Good. Can I let you go without you running away?" Obviously the brave Gryffindor was going to make a dash for it without a warning so Lucius said, "I promise you; if you try any escape you will be stunned faster than you can say Salazar Slytherin."

Lucius felt Harry nod stiffly and removed his hands from the mouth and neck. He turned Harry around, so he could see those hypnotising green eyes Harry was blessed with. The boy was such a beauty: dark, messy hair; Slytherin-green eyes; pale, porcelain skin; rose-red lips. Lucius found himself thinking what a prize this boy would be if his plan worked.

Eventually he snapped himself out of it and said, "Now then, I believe this war is getting extremely tiresome and more and more casualties are being inflicted as well as more deaths upon us." Lucius noticed Harry flinch at the mention of deaths and injuries, and his expression was livid.

"Why the hell do you care?" shouted Harry. "It's all you and your friends fault! I'd still have a Godfather if it wasn't for you!"

Lucius let his smirk emerge and said, "No, it's not my fault. It's the Dark Lord's. He sent us into the Department of Mysteries and you don't say no to his face."

"You didn't have to kill!" growled Harry.

Lucius felt like slapping some remembrance into the boy. "I did not kill that night. If you remember correctly that was my wife's sister, Bellatrix."

Still the boy didn't back down. "But I bet you've killed before! Loads of people are suffering like I am because of you!" Lucius noticed Harry's eyes sparkling with... were they tears? The boy hurriedly brushed them away. How Lucius wanted to caress that face and wipe the tears away. He'd tell Harry how he'd look after him. But then he also loved to see pain in the bright green eyes... how he loved it that it was him causing the boy pain...

Lucius pretended not to notice so tisked impatiently and snapped back to his heartless self. "You are obviously not well-cared for, seeing as how rude you are."

"What do you expect me to be like? You work for Voldemort and in case you forgot, he's the reason I'm here in the first place!"

Lucius seemed to have touched a nerve but that did not excuse Potter's lack of manners. In his anger, Lucius grabbed Harry by the front of his t-shirt making sure Harry would have to balance on his toes.

"I'm here to make sure your burden is lifted and to give you a different life!" Lucius hissed.

"Wha-?" The boy was interrupted by a loud shout from across the road, "BOY!"

Lucius looked up wearily and saw a whale of a man standing on the path outside Potter's house. He then glanced down again at Harry and said, "You're uncle, I presume?"

Harry looked away and a blush crept its way onto his usual toneless cheeks. "Yes," he sighed bitterly.

Lucius thought to himself; if Harry hated his uncle it would be much easier to persuade him...

"Hmm..." Lucius made his way towards the fat man, not loosening his grip on Harry's shirt.

"I believe this is yours?" Lucius asked. He gestured towards Harry by shaking him.

"Unfortunately..." the man muttered. Lucius noticed the exchanged glare between Harry and his uncle.

He broke the silence. "So sorry to have delayed him, we were just having a chat."

"Right, well get in here as soon as you've finished your...conversation, boy." Lucius couldn't help but notice the snooty look he got from the muggle. He would have tortured anyone who looked at him like that – especially an obese Muggle – but he needed Harry to trust him. The boy received another warning glare before his uncle stomped up the path, scarily close to causing an earthquake.

"You're letting me go?" asked Harry, his face full of shock.

Lucius decided to give the boy one day after making his proposal.

"That's up to you. Listen, I'm willing to turn sides and get this damn war over as soon as possible. I have heard all of the Dark Lord's plans and weaknesses and can help bring down his army much easily than where your precious Order stand now." Lucius made sure he spoke low and carefully; he was wary of spies.

His hushed tone was rendered completely pointless after Harry plainly repeated it in his reaction.

"Pfft... yeah right. Why the hell would you do that? You're all for the demolition of Muggles and Muggleborns."

"But I do not wish for my son to have the same fate as me, nor endanger my wife." He was losing his patience now. If he was honest, he did not care for his wife as much; he knew she slept with tons of different men but he felt he needed to mention her.

The boy paused. Then said, very cheekily, "Yeah, okay do it, it'll lift a lot of weight off my shoulders."

Before Potter could get away, Lucius grasped the small shoulder.

"I do not do things for free, Potter."

The Gryffindor sighed wearily as if knowing this was coming and said, "How much do you want, then?"

"I'll take all of you." Lucius hadn't meant to say it quite like that, but what else could he have said?

The boy stared blankly at Lucius. He then said, rather comically, "Pardon?"

Lucius realised the damage was done so decided it would be best if he went on. "I want you, Mr Potter. To do as I please."

The teens Adams Apple bobbed as he swallowed which just made Lucius more needy. "When you say that..."

"Yes, I mean slavery, but maybe... an intimate relationship?" Lucius tried to convince Harry it wouldn't be all that bad. He realised he seemed to have failed when Harry ran up the path and into the house.

Hoping Harry would hear, he yelled, "Meet me in the same place tomorrow, 9am!"

The door slammed shut and Lucius was left staring at nothing.

Oh my gosh! Chapters!!

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Thats right... I've actually been bothered to make seperate pages for chapters!

With a big thanks to Wynja (again!)

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