AFTER DARK- Lucius Malfoy x Reader

Lucius POV- Where It Ends

OKAY I had a major panic attack because I got locked out of my account for like an hour——— the email I had on here isn't active anymore and I literally thought I'd never be able to get back in AHHHCIELCJDOKCDOOCFNRN

I'm still shook. Haha.

Anyways that was my little meltdown.
I hope you enjoy this short POV:) I wrote it for those who hate cliff hangers ;)

Much love,
F.J.
Xxxxx

Lucius POV

"Where is she!" I looked around, forcing myself up from my laying position.

It was blinding pain... everywhere.

My focus was blurry. I was no longer in Y/N's father's dining room. We were now in my office at the manor.

How much time had passed? She was going to bleed out. That idiot removed the sword from her hand and now she would bleed out. Why hadn't she left? Why did she stand there? Why did she have to insist on getting the last word in? Why—?

Narcissa's voice questioned me, "Lucius what are you—"

"I have to go back," I said pushing myself up, just barley, and using the wall to hold myself up.

I gasped from the pain, the heaviness.

I had to make sure she was okay.

"Where's my wand? Did he take it? Is it still there?"

I looked up and Narcissa was holding it.

Bless her.

But her face, she looked appalled.

I felt so, so heavy. Like there were weights attached to every part of my body pushing me down. There was aching in my ligaments—like they'd been pulled and torn.

Voldemort's methods of torture were unique in that way. He could ruin you from the inside out.

"You cannot apparate in this condition Lucius!" Narcissa scolded, "You will get splinched."

"Then you can apparate me back. Please, Narcissa. You have to take me back now," I gasped out, each word felt exhausting.

"Why? What can you even do like this!? You can barely stand!" She demanded stepping closer to me.

"Narcissa...Listen to me," I said through breaths, grabbing her hand, "Please take me back. I am begging you. I will do anything you ask of me, just—please."

She frowned and I squeezed her hand in desperation.

"Please."

———
The scene before me was like being dropped in the middle of a active war zone.

Death eaters and aurors fighting amongst themselves. Spells and curses flying this way and that in a burst of colors. Bursts of darkness here and there.

I ducked one spell that had ricocheted off someone else, causing me to stumble onto my knee.

I hunched down, looking around.
My vision was less than ideal. Figures blurred together and separated and doubled.

Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?

THERE.

Her father's foot was on her neck.

My adrenaline spiked at the scene.

"NO!" I yelled, pushing myself up with all I had and stumbling towards them.

It was hell. The pain was excruciating hell but I couldn't stop—wouldn't stop.

I had to get to her.

He removed his foot from her throat and was lifting his wand.

Her eyes were closed.

'Open them and FIGHT!' I wanted to yell at her.

I lifted my own wand at him, a few feet away, until—a voice that wasn't mine said the words I'd almost spoken myself.

A killing curse shot at me—the voice of a person I couldn't place.

I deflected it—just barley and collapsed.

——
I awoke with a gasp— turning to see her father lift his wand to her.

I pulled out my wand.

My arms felt like lead with every movement.
My body was lead, my neck as I craned it up.

"Avada—" he began

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" I yelled and flicked my wrist faster.

A green flash burst from my wand and her father was thrown back to the ground.

I crawled over to Y/N, moaning in agony as I did.

The background noise was settling down—but I didn't look to see why.
I didn't care. None of it mattered.

Only she did.

I dragged myself through her blood. Her hand was still gushing.

"Y/N?" I croaked.

Her face looked sickly but...

Her throat...her airways—gods he'd crushed it and...

She wasn't breathing.

Her chest wasn't rising up and down.

Her eyes were still closed, her features too relaxed.

I panicked, forcing myself up with a moan.

I had to fix her throat.

"Lucius," I heard Severus's voice behind me.

I'd never been so happy to hear that voice in my life.

"She can't breathe Severus!" I yelled at him, "HELP!"

My voice was broken and I was gasping for air.

I heard him run around me and he appeared over her.

"Please," I wheezed up at him.

He started citing incantations.

Her throat was being fixed—like a dent popping back into place—and I laughed in relief, tears pouring down my eyes, as I brushed her hair from her face.

She was starting to breath again.

I laid my forehead on hers, my hand in her hair.

He did more incantations and the hole in her hand was being stitched up. 

"Tell me she's okay," I said..

"She's stable for now, but she's lost a lot of blood. I need to get her to St Mungos. And you need to go as well."

I forced myself up and away from her.

"Take her now."

"I'll come back for yo—"

"NOW SEVERUS," I groaned out.

Every second mattered.

It had been a second that had made the difference between her dying from her father's killing curse.

Too close. It'd been too damned close. I'd almost lost her by a second.

And the vision of her currently laying in her own blood, her breathes shallow & weak, I couldn't stand it.

Severus apparated with her and I finally let myself collapse into darkness.