This is brainrot of the highest order, HarryxLucius pairing, eventual smut, I'm writing this because I just finished a research paper and need to vent. Harry was busy having a mental breakdown on the playground swing. Cedric was dead, he would soon be dead, and a squirrel was failing to crack a nut. Why did anything matter? Did anything matter? He didn't care. It was his sixteenth birthday, 1 AM, and he had a face full of woodchips when the Death Eaters arrived to take him. Left alone in a cell with only the bidaily visits of his host to supply food, he mulled over existence. It really sucked. But... Lucius was hot. Voldemort was hot (but also creepy and insane). Snape was hot (in an even creepier and revolting way). He was going to die anyways, but you only live once... Smash on Option 1 please.
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