Harry Potter and the book of oneshots (English translation)

We, together (Lucarryus)

Lucius just woke up and blinked against the blanket. The warm body in his arms was as welcome as it was natural.
Severus was very cuddly, which Lucius found meltingly sweet. For it did not suit the younger man.

Everyone expected a cold mask and an unfair core, but his boyfriend was the complete opposite.
He loved hugs and liked to fall asleep on the couch in front of the fireplace. The Potionmaster- .

Suddenly, such a searing pain shot through the aristocrat that he jerked away.
Severus, who had woken up, now looked up at him anxiously.

"What's wrong, Luc?" he asked.
Lucius swallowed and shook his head as he recognised the pain. It was pain.

"Sev baby, I do have the special bond." Severus nodded and rested his chin on his trained chest.
"You know it makes me feel all the negative emotions."

Severus nodded and without hesitation brushed away the tears that were running down the blond's cheeks and were not his own.

"I sense our second mate. And he is suffering unspeakable pain right now."
He didn't want to tell Severus any more, lest he worry too much.
Again the sensation of blows flashed through him. But this time with a belt, Lucius guessed.

It went on like that for a few minutes, when it ended abruptly. His whole body relaxed and the pain disappeared.
Cautiously, Severus looked up.
"What happened?" He asked quietly.
Lucius shook his head in confusion.
"I don't know. It stopped suddenly. And apparently our missing boyfriend has healed himself."

Severus bristled. He knew a very special boy with whom he had more or less made peace, who can perform unique healing abilities and lived with his relatives.
He had described them as 'very strict' at the time. Severus hadn't believed him then.
Harry had always been thinner and smaller than his classmates and now the teacher put one and one together.

"I know who we're missing, but please don't be angry. He probably doesn't know."
Puzzled, Lucius looked at him.
"Who do you think it is? By Salazar, Sev! Don't beat about the bush."

Severus grinned and stroked the aristocrat's stomach for a moment before replying.

"It's Harry. I- Well, we've more or less become friends and well... He told me that Dumbledore sent him back to his relatives every holiday. They're very strict, apparently. I think -they beat him."Severus swallowed and looked at his companion. He was on his feet with a jerk and dressed hurriedly.

Concerned at his companion's behaviour, Severus flipped back the covers.
"Luc, where are you going?" he asked in alarm.

The aristocrat had just put on his cloak and returned to him.
Gently, he stroked the black hair and pushed the potions master back into the cushions.
His features softened as he leaned down to Severus and gave him a reassuring kiss.

"It's all right, I'll just go and get Harry. He shouldn't suffer any longer than necessary."
Sadly, he smiled and headed for the door.

Severus nodded and snuggled into the pillows, worried.
Lucius said goodbye and had disappeared into the floo.

There he flooed to London and apparated to Harry's location.

Arriving in Privet Drive, he looked around uneasily. Every house looked the same and even the front gardens had no lively touch.
Only one house was different from the others.

The windows had strong wooden boards and bars and the basement window was now decorated with blood.

Immediately Lucius rushed to the house and pushed open the door without hesitation.
Right in the hallway he caught Vernon Dursley, who was trying to wipe his bloody hands on his T-shirt.

Instantly, a stupor hit him and Lucius was already running up the stairs to the first floor.
The last door was covered with locks, but they were all open.

Quietly, he walked towards it and opened the door, which gave up its resistance with a protesting creak.

Inside he found a bony figure, illuminated by the moonlight, lying on torn and dirty sheets.
Lucius immediately rushed towards him and pulled off a cloak, wrapping Harry in it instantly.

He was unaware of the whole ordeal, only waking up when the Malfoy-Snape apperated with him because of his sensitive stomach.

"Mister- Mister Malfoy?" he whispered softly, making the blond look down jerkily.
"Hello Harry," he greeted him quietly, smiling slightly at him.
The boy looked at him in confusion and looked around at the latter's arms.

"Where- where are we? This isn't Privet Drive or Malfoy Manor." Stated the 17 year old sheepishly.

The aristocrat shook his head slightly, still smiling.
"You're absolutely right. We are here at Snape Manor.
Come on, I'll take you inside for now, it's getting cold and we don't want you to catch a cold right away."

Harry nodded in surprise before falling back asleep in Lucius' arms, exhausted.

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"...e alright?" ...eak state..."

He was dizzy, he could only understand half of what was being said around him and his body was too weak to lift his eyelids independently.

Softly he groaned and immediately he noticed a cool hand on his forehead feeling his temperature.
Relieved, he leaned against it and opened his eyes with difficulty.

Severus Snape was sitting by his bed, watching anxiously as Lucius poked holes in the floor in front of the bed.
"Lucius Darling, please calm down. You'll wake him up."

"Too late," came quietly from Harry and he had to smile slightly as he saw the surprised expression on the usually, stoic face.
This also made Severus smile and look at Lucius.

He began to explain why he was here and what it had to do with the bond. At the end of his monologue, Harry beamed and sat up with the help of the Potions Master.

The blond Slytherin joined them and the youngest gave them both a stunning kiss.
After they broke apart, they provided the student with his medication, at which he contorted his face into a disgusted grimace.

Lucius just laughed and Severus tucked him into bed. Together they snuggled up to each other.

Life was beautiful.