𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓐𝓼 𝓘𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓼 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓣𝓸 𝓑𝓮[√]

four

"It can't be," Harry mumbled, staring at the blonde man who winced at his words.

"Well, pardon me, Potter," Lucius snapped, "For not being what you expected your mate to be," He glared before turning and walking off, leaving a stunned Harry to rush after him.

They were almost back at the park when Harry reached forward and grabbed the taller man spinning him around.

"What the hell, Potter," Lucius exclaimed, as he was now facing him.

"Can we go somewhere more private? To talk?" Harry asked, glancing around and catching some of the looks being cast their way.

"I, um, sure," Lucius said hesitantly as he looked around and saw the glances. He looked back at Harry before reaching forward and resting a hand on his shoulder and apparated them away.

When they reappeared, they were standing in a sitting room. The Malfoy family crest was plastered on the wall letting him know he was in Lucius's manor.

While Harry was looking around, he went over to the armchair and clumsily fell into it. Lucius's mind was reeling. After all this time, his mate was a boy whom he had been nothing but cruel to on every occasion that they had met.

Sighing, Lucius steeled himself, ready for the rejection that was sure to come once Potter turned his gaze to him. He watched as the younger male made his way to the couch and sat down.

"My name isn't Potter," the other said, and Lucius blinked at him, his eyes flickering to the scar on his head before returning to his eyes. He now noticed the changes in his features from the last time he saw the other. But most of all, his eyes reminded him so much of the ones he often took comfort in when he needed them the most.

"If your name is not Potter, then what is it?" He asked, leaning back in his chair.

"It's Harry Alex Snape," the ravenette said, and Lucius froze. He stared at Harry for a few minutes before he stood. Marching over to Harry, he peered into his eyes, into his brain, and into his memories, and Harry allowed him. Seeing what he wanted, Lucius ran a hand over his face.

"You're alive." He mumbled, running a hand through his hair.

"It would seem so," Harry said, raising a brow, "What do you mean alive?" He asked and Lucius froze.

"I think Severus should be the one to explain that to you; I will get him here on Saturday; you guys can talk to them." He said, taking a breath. "One of the elves will show you to your room, you can stay here till then." He said and with that, he was gone.

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Word count: 442

Re-published: May 2, 2024, 9 am

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