Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Lord Mortis The Accident
by BlueLaceAgate
Harry Potter has never been good at lying under pressure, and his latest misstep lands him in deep trouble. Now he's the Lord of an extremely ancient, extremely Dark, previously extinct house of Necromancers. Lucky for him he has friends who can keep up and enemies that are determined to draw the wrong conclusions. Coming of age story about found family, terrifying your enemies, telling the man to shove it, and evil little abominations that just want ear scritches. --- Harry blinked. He had to stop himself from doing something very stupid, like screaming in a public place or trying to run and plowing into a wall. Waiting a small distance from the exit to the elevator were the absolute last people he’d wanted to see. There stood Lucius Malfoy, looking about as composed as ever, though the sheen of sweat on the edges of his brow and the way his faint smile looked like it could shatter at any moment somewhat soured the image of perfect pureblood Lord. Next to him was Fudge, whose trembling hands squeezed each other white. There was a woman beside them, he didn’t know her but her stern and monocled form reminded him of a particularly cross McGonagall. “Lord Mortis?” The Minister inquired