Seeing the Light
Title: Seeing the Light (1/?)
Pairing(s): Cordelia/Lucius. Mentions Draco/Hermione.
Disclaimer: AtS belongs to Joss Whedon and the Potterverse is J. K. Rowling's playground. Any original characters belong to my muse. I'm making no money from this so please don't sue me.
Distribution: Anywhere I send it. Anyone else wants it just let me know.
Spoilers: Goes way AU after ‘Birthday' on AtS. All four HP books, although this takes place long after Harry and co. graduate Hogwarts.
Summary: Five years later, the PTB decide to intervene once again. Sequel to ‘Shadows and Glimpses'.
Author's Notes: Okay, as stated above in the summary, this fic takes place five years after ‘Shadows and Glimpses'. If you haven't read that fic already, you might want to do so before reading this one. Otherwise, you'll probably be a little confused. The same basic changes apply here that did in that fic. No Cordelia/Angel romance, no Holtz, no Quor-toth, no ascension. I think that pretty much covers it for the Angelverse. Now, about the Potterverse. Basically, I'm making up everything after GoF. Anything you need to know between their fifth year and now, I'll explain in the fic. As always, Angel is Spike's sire. Words in *'s are emphasized, words in /'s are thoughts, words in ~'s are dreams, and words in ^^'s are flashbacks. Enjoy!
Dedicated: To Child for all the help. You rock my face off, hun!
Special Thanks: To the wonderful people who reviewed ‘Shadows and Glimpses' and gave me the encouragement to continue. Especially to ‘houses', who gave me one of the nicest reviews I've ever received. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
Lucius stared at the fire in the fireplace, watching silently as the flames licked at the log, burning the wood with each caress. Swirling his brandy around in his glass, he took a sip, his eyes never leaving the sight before him, while his mind pull up memories best left alone.
He could hear his son in the other room, arguing passionately with someone. Probably Ron or Harry, or perhaps even Hermione, since the four of them were now working closely together.
At first, Lucius had found it more than unsettling to have The Boy Who Lived and his two sidekicks constantly at the Manor. However, over the past five years, he'd grown accustomed to having them around. They were always working to stop another wizard from attempting to replace Voldemort and apparently enjoyed the seclusion of Malfoy Manor over the chaos at the Ministry.
He smiled, the pride he felt for his son almost overwhelming him. Draco had come so far since his days at Hogwarts. He was no longer the spoiled brat he had once been, nor was he as distant and cruel as Lucius had tried to mold him to be during his childhood.
Sighing, the blonde man allowed the guilt to wash over him. He deserved that, and much more. The man he had been, the things he had done...he should be in Azkeban right now, having Dementors sucking out his soul bit by bit. He didn't deserve the second chance that Draco and everyone else had given him.
He was a monster, plain and simple.
It was at times like this, when his mind began pulling up images of the people he'd tortured and killed in the name of the Dark Lord, when he could hear their screams and taste their tears, that he almost wished he were dead. Or, at the very least back in Los Angeles, living the blissfully ignorant existence of the amnesiac, Lucius.
Almost immediately, he thought of Cordelia, wondered how she was doing. Had she met some one, perhaps settled down and had a few children? Somehow, he had a hard time picturing the brunette Seer as a mother. Yet, if anyone was capable of surprising him, it would certainly be Cordelia Chase.
Closing his eyes, he could see her in his mind. Standing in her bedroom, a sad smile on her face, her hazel eyes shining with tears he somehow knew she wouldn't let fall. She hadn't pressed him to stay, knowing that he couldn't and wouldn't, even if she had asked. Instead, she'd wished him well and watched as he'd walked away.
He was such an idiot.
Why had he left her? Granted, he knew it was the right thing to do. She deserved someone who could look at himself in the mirror, someone who hadn't spent most of his life raping and killing innocent people. He had also known that, in order to begin to make amends for his past he had to return to the wizarding world and own up to what he had done. But, that didn't make it hurt any less.
Snorting, he downed the rest of his drink. God, when had he become so pathetic? Sitting in a darkened room, staring at a fire, and brooding over a love that he never truly had to begin with. He was worse than Snape, and that was saying a lot.
Sighing, he stood up, stretching his muscles. It was getting late and he wanted to check in on Draco's progress with catching their latest target, Peter Pettigrew. Somehow, the man had survived the final battle, disappearing in the chaos following Voldemort's defeat. And, apparently he had been spotted recently outside of Hogsmeade, bragging to some people how he was going to take up where the Dark Lord had left off.
Shaking his head, he exited the sitting room and crossed the hallway to the room that Draco and the others used for their brainstorming. Opening the door, he entered, watching silently as his son and Ron faced off, apparently at odds yet again.
Lucius chuckled softly, his blue-grey eyes sweeping over the rest of the room. Papers were lying about in disarray, along with various maps and books. A potion set was in the far corner, something quietly simmering in the cauldron. Hermione and Harry were both sitting on the couch, taking turns speaking quietly to each other and glaring at their friends.
Shaking his head, he leaned against the wall, watching with amusement as Ron's face slowly began turning as red as his hair.
"Oi, listen here Malfoy! We are *not* going to take the chance that he can hurt someone by waiting around for his next move! We're going to act now, and if you don't like that you can sod off!" the man growled.
Draco rolled his eyes, a look of annoyance crossing his face. "Weasel, why don't you do us all a favor and not saying anything for a while? Perhaps if you weren't so busy shrieking like a woman, you would have heard me the first *four* times I said that we would go after him. I just think we should ask around some more before apparating about and running the risk of getting ourselves killed," he said slowly, as if speaking to a small child.
Ron narrowed his eyes, pulling himself up to his full height. While he was still a good two inches shorter than Draco, who had grown to six foot four, he was definitely larger and therefore could appear quite intimidating when he chose to.
However, Lucius noted with pride that Draco looked more amused than frightened.
Before anything more could be said, Harry and Hermione stepped in between the two. The Boy Who Lived turned to his friend while the young woman focused her attention on Draco.
"Really, Draco, why do you antagonize him so?" she asked quietly. "You know how he gets."
Draco smirked at her. "Because he's so easy to upset," he replied honestly. "It's not my fault that he can't stop complaining and eating long enough to listen."
Hermione sighed, a small smile filling her face. Catching herself, she quickly frowned. "Well, stop it. We have a lot of work to do before we can even consider going after Pettigrew. We need to focus, not squabble like children."
Draco scowled at her, a slight pout forming. "Weasel was acting like the child, not me," he said petulantly.
Lucius chuckled, shaking his head. "Really, Draco. I haven't seen you act like that since you were a small boy," he chided gently.
Hermione laughed, finally noticing Lucius standing there. "You haven't seen him lose at a game of chess, then," she replied. Leaving Draco sulking, she approached Lucius, a smile on her face. "Mr. Malfoy, I was wondering if you could assist me. See, I've narrowed down Peter Pettigrew's possible location to three areas. Do you think you could perhaps look at my notes and see if you can narrow it down some?"
The man nodded. "I'd be more than happy to," he responded.
Grinning, she turned toward the table where her parchments were. "Wonderful!"
Suddenly, a noise erupted from the hallway, drowning out the rest of her sentence. Frowning, Lucius turned toward the door just as it opened. Gasping, he grabbed the wall to keep from falling over.
Cordelia Chase was standing there, an unreadable expression on her face.
Looking around the room, the Seer finally turned toward Lucius. Slowly, a brilliant smile crossed her face. "Hey! So, do you think you could take a break from whatever you're doing in here and tell those half-naked creatures where to put my stuff? Oh, and speaking of which, what's up with the talking in the third person? Is that some servant thing I'm going to have to get used to? Because, if so, I can already tell you that's going to get *really* annoying."
No one moved, they were all too busy staring at her in complete shock.
Raising an eyebrow, she commented, "You know, it's a good thing I wasn't that Pettigrew guy you all are after. If so, I have a feeling you'd be in trouble." Rolling her eyes, she sighed. "Hello, people! Snap out of it!"
Finally Hermione rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times, then managed a weak, "You...you're really here."
Cordelia gave the young woman a strange look. "And you're supposed to be the smart one of the group? State the obvious much?" she replied.
Lucius swallowed, trying to remember to breathe. Taking a step forward, he stopped a few feet away from her. Eyes wide, he stared at the woman who had haunted his dreams for the past five years. "Cordelia?" he asked, his voice a harsh whisper. "Is that really you?"
Cordelia gave him an annoyed look. "Yes! God, what is wrong with you people? So I'm here, big deal! Can we *please* do something about my stuff?" she responded in an exasperated tone.
As if snapping out of it, Draco nodded. "I'll tell them to place it in the guest room," he said quietly.
"Rooms," she corrected, still looking at Lucius.
Draco frowned. "Excuse me?" he asked.
Tearing her gaze from her former lover, she looked at his full grown son. "Rooms, plural. As in more than one."
"There are other people here as well?" the young man replied.
Before she could answer, a small voice rang through the room. "Momma, tell Bella that she's not allowed to feed me to the snake in the painting!"
As a group, everyone turned their attention to the sound, watching as a small boy stomped into the room, coming to stand beside Cordelia. Looking around, his frown turned to slight fear and he hid his face against the woman's leg.
Almost instantly, another voice sounded out. This once matched a little girl, who came to stand on the other side of Cordelia. "Mommy, tell Korben he isn't allowed to throw me in the lake so the monster can get me!" she stated.
As if realizing that she wasn't alone with just her mother and her brother, the girl turned toward the room. However, instead of hiding her face like the boy did, she crossed her arms over her chest and scowled at the room.
Ron gulped, looking from the half-hidden face of the little boy to the dark scowl of the little girl. Gasping, he shook his head. "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed. "I'd know that look from anywhere. Those kids are Malfoys!"
Cordelia sighed, smiling weakly at Lucius. "Surprise!"
A/N: Okay, so I know this part was short. Sorry about that, but I really think this was the best place to cut it off. And, I know that some of you may think that the idea of an HP character suddenly having a kid to deal with is overdone. I agree. However, I'm going to try to make this story about Cordelia and Lucius. The kids are just adorable, precocious dressing on the side.
Now, I've done my part and written the fic. Time for you to do your part and review it! Please? *g*