Author: HatefulRodeo

Story: Horcruxes, a Malfoy and a Potter

Notes: I'M BACK BITCHED! Once again this takes place in Book Seven when Harry goes to meet Dumbledore at King's Cross. It will be A/U from there, except the Final Battle scenes with Nagini and the Dark Lord's death, and we will have yaoi, possibly very hard yaoi, between Harry and Lucius Malfoy. This is another of my PWP with a lot of plot being laid down. Anywho, obviously we will have OOC characters in this fic. Enjoy Lovelies!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I will make no money from the posting of this story.

Previously;

Now he was strong in his convictions and his desires due to having Voldemort's last soul piece within him. He was gay and he desired Lucius Malfoy; Godric that was still a bit new for him, and there was nothing wrong with that in Harry's book. The world could hang for all he cared. He'd done his job; him an untrained seventeen year old wizard had freed the whole damn Wizarding world from the monster they all feared and he deserved some happiness and peace damn it!

With a huff he shrunk his bag and stormed out of the room, ignoring the gathered crowd of red heads and Hermione as he pushed the portrait covering the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room, ignoring their raised voices for him to come back, and left them all behind. He wanted to go home; which for now was Grimmauld Place as he had nowhere else to go now that the Burrow was out of the question.

How did all this come to pass? Just yesterday he was on top of the world after defeating the man who'd hunted him since his birth and now he was down most of his friends. It was just the way Harry's life seemed to go; the good would come but the bad was always a step behind it. With a sigh he strode off Hogwarts' battle scarred grounds and called for Kreacher.

With a small pop the old elf was there and bowing to his master; "What is Master Harry needing?" Emerald eyes smiled at the little creature; "Take us home, Kreacher. I believe we both need a good meal." Bulbous slightly Rheumatic eyes gazed at him in adoration while a spindly long fingered hand clasped onto Harry's forearm; with another muffled pop man and elf were gone, leaving Harry's former life and dreams in the dust.

~*~*~*Chapter 3~*~*~*

Harry shook himself when Kreacher released his hand and stepped away from him inside the dank foyer of Number 12 Grimmauld Place; shaking off his rage and pain before turning once more to his loyal companion and servant.

"Kreacher, close the wards; no one is to get in without my permission. We have much to do if we want to make this place a home once again." The little elf shuddered in delight and bowed lowly, muttering his agreements and how master Harry was a great master and Kreacher would serve him as befitting a Black house elf.

The emerald eyed young man just watched all this with a slight smirk on his face before moving to survey the house which he would know call home. It needed a lot of work; the Order may have tried to purge it of its darkness and attempted to keep it clean but with Kreacher obstructing and downright working against them at times their work amounted to very little in terms of making a dent in the overall filthy, dirty and dank feeling of the dwelling.

However, now that Harry knew more; thanks to his passengers he understood why that was. This house, which was over three hundred years old, had its own ideas and wants. It did not want the Order there and it did not want to be changed in the way they wanted it to be. Number 12 was a dark house; always would be and Harry would have to honor that in his changes.

Not to mention none of the people trying to change anything had that right. Yes, the house may have admitted Sirius into it but it did not recognize Siri as its rightful owner, judging in its own abstract way his own worthiness to command it and all its secrets.

Harry wasn't sure how he felt about that yet. His old self would have bristled at the slight to his godfather; who in his way was the best and worst of men. Now though he knew it was merely the fact that after centuries of Black magic feeding the wards Sirius' must have felt foreign, too light, and too clean to be wanted and heeded. Yes, this house and Sirius were like oil and water; never mixing well and always breaking apart after a short while.

But Harry could feel the house reaching for him, tentatively sending out feelers for lack of a better word and the raven haired savior thought it approved of him or at least was willing waiting to see what he would do. He knew he would be worthy to command this house and all that came with it. He was Harry James Potter-Black; Lord of two Noble Houses and a powerful wizard in his own right.

He wondered also if his magic had undergone a change from grey to something a bit darker. It would make sense if his new acquisitions could change his outlooks and preferences why not his magical leanings. Well if so that made taking Grimmauld as his own much easier.

This house would not accept a weak owner and master and Harry would meet its challenge head on. This was his house, given to him by the blood and will of the last free Black, Sirius Orion and he would not be denied his due.

The house seemed to shiver under Harry's sheer will; the walls almost bending and shimmering as they fed on the magic manifesting under his skin, still agitated from his earlier confrontation with his former friends and surrogate family. As soon as the distortion happened it stopped; the walls looking straighter, stronger, less warped.

YEs, the house seemed to like him and as such was feeding on his ambient magic to restore itself to its former glory. Indeed the house could only do so much but Harry and Kreacher would assist with the rest. Together they would rebuild Grimmauld into the jewel it used to be before it fell into disrepair.

With a deep breath Harry burnished the Elder wand and cast several Cleaning and Repairing Charms at the walls and the floor; stripping layers of grime and in some places paint and varnish. That was fine in any case. The walls and the flooring needed to be redone anyway but right now they would have to settle for clean until he looked up a few Household Charms to aid him in his quest to revitalize Number 12.

Feeling slightly lighter now that he had a goal and a means to achieve it he began to swiftly move through his house, marveling at the change just a few well-placed Charms could make. He was also surprised when doors appeared where none had been.

A newly shown room off the main foyer held an office fit for a Lord while another hidden door shoed itself off the main library, holding books that the Ministry would love to get their hands on to study or burn. It looked like he would be Warding several more rooms and doors before this was all said and done.

As a matter of fact the whole house could do with some refreshing to the wards and the enchantments on the property. They were still there and functioning but the magic was fading over time as no one was recharging them to their maximum potential; Harry also wanted to add a few Parseltongue passwords to certain rooms and maybe a few Curses and traps in areas he felt needed them.

Through all this Harry finally began to feel like he had a home all his own. He may not have built Number 12 but he would rebuild it stronger and better than before. This old home was his last link to his loved godfather and he cherished that, always would but just like with Hedwig he needed to move forward into the next chapter of his life.

That aside Lucius deserved a proper home to live in if they didn't live in Malfoy Manor which in all honesty Harry was not fond of. He may not be speaking to Hermione or want much to do with her but she was still tortured there and as cold as the platinum blonde man was even he could not undo the horrors that had taken place under its roof.

Yes, Lucius would come here and Malfoy Manor would be closed and given to future generations once the war was no longer fresh in everyone's mind. With this in mind Harry focused even further on getting this house back up to par. Kreacher puttering around in the background, dusting and polishing like an elf possessed.

Harry could only smile and move onto another room, putting one foot in front of the other as he always did.

~*~*~*Time Skip~*~*~*

The floo flaring to life in the kitchen took the emerald eyed teen aback but he smiled when he saw Andromeda's concerned face and Teddy's head in a Bubble-Head Charm to keep the soot out of his baby lungs. "Oh Harry I just heard about the Weasely's and Granger. Can we come through dear?"

He smiled and nodded before waving a hand to allow the wards to admit them. However, we turned out to be Andromeda, Teddy, Neville, Luna and surprisingly Blaise Zabini. He greeted them all warmly including Zabini; he was a little confused as to why the lithe Zabini heir was in his kitchen but pushed it aside when he saw the man wrap an arm around Neville's waist.

Well he seemed to have missed quite a bit while he was on the run but he was happy for them. He was curious to know how it came about but put it aside when Andromeda call me Andy dear began to berate the Weasely family and that twit Granger quite soundly.

"How could they? Simply despicable to know they tried to guilt you..." Finally Harry placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled at the protective woman; "It's okay, Andy..." He was cut off by her vehement reply; "It is not okay, Harry. It is horrid and I won't stand for a member of my family to be bullied and treated as such."

"Family?" Was the only thing Harry could choke out and on automatic gestured for everyone to have a seat at the table. They sat while Andy arranged Teddy in a conjured cradle so he could have a nap while they continued to speak. The older woman merely smiled; "Yes, Harry family. You are a Black as am I. You are my grandchild's godfather. You are my family and I protect my own."

Neville and the rest merely nodded in agreement. Harry smiled warmly at them even Zabini; it seemed he wouldn't be as alone as he thought he would be. These people cared for him. They didn't care that he was a savior or any other rubbish name they were giving him; to them he was Harry just Harry and it gave him a warm feeling inside.

"So I know why Andy, Neville and Luna are here but I can't say I ever saw Blaise Zabini in my kitchen." Before he could reply Kreacher popped in and began to berate Harry for being a bad host and quickly served tea and biscuits for their guests.

The assembled group including Harry chuckled at the old elf and his muttering. When their good humor died down Blaise took Neville's larger hand in his and explained how they came to be together; Blaise admired Neville's strength when facing the Carrows and the other Death Eaters posing as teachers and began to make sure the taller teen was okay after his torture sessions masquerading as detentions.

From there the two men seemed to become quite close, sharing many things in common and soon they went from friends to lovers. Neville also told Blaise that Harry was one of the only people to believe in him and pushed him to be better. Both seemed quite happy with their relationship and Harry wished them well.

The world needed more love in the world and besides Blaise seemed to be good for Neville. With that out of the way the group began to chat about what they were going to do now. Andy was going home to rebuild and make a life for Teddy Of course Harry was welcome to visit and spend time with Teddy even take him for a few days when he figured out how to take care of a baby.

Luna was going to finish her last year of Hogwarts as she actually studied during the year of terror and was ready to advance to her seventh year. Well she said all that in a truly Luna like way. Neville and Blaise would study for their NEWT's and begin their lives together. Neville with a Mastery in Herbology and Blaise in studying law.

All of them understood when Harry said he was taking some time to figure it all out. What he wanted to do. Where he wanted to go and all that. All his life he was expected to kill Voldemort and now that that was over he needed time to explore who and what he was. Though he was pretty sure on who he was Harry just needed to figure out what he was and where he stood in this new wizarding world.

But at least he had four people; five including Lucius if the man was smart, who would stand by him and support him and that meant the world to him.

Alrighty I'm done! Hope you enjoyed it and I'll hopefully be updating sooner rather than later but who knows!

As Always All Mistakes Are My Own!