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Secunda Fortuna

By: Angelwarrior1

Rating: M

Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Harry Potter

Disclaimer: I do not own Batman or Harry Potter. I also make no profit from writing this.

Summary: He had survived the final battle, but he carried something with him. Fearing the reaction the wizarding world would have, Harry Potter left and traveled to Gotham City…

Beta: Unbetaed

Chapter 10:

Hermione appeared different, and yet not. Her stomach wasn't round with pregnancy, which worried Harry slightly, as their pregnancies had been pretty much the same, time wise. Harry's pregnancy was shorter due to him being a male, but Hermione should've been due around this time. She must've delivered early.

"What are you doing here? Is everything alright?" Harry asked with worry in his voice.

"Yes, everything’s okay, well other than you running off like that. Now where's my hug, Harry James Potter?" Hermione smiled at Harry and held her arms open towards him.

Harry grinned and rushed up to her, hugging her slightly taller frame snuggly. Her soft caramel colored hair brushed his cheek.

"How are you?" Harry pulled back and looked her over a bit more.

"I'm good. Very good. I have so much to tell you, Harry. I'm sure you have even more, though." Hermione gave him a knowing look and Harry blushed slightly.

"I do, and I want to hear everything about what's been going on back in the wizarding world. Come in, please." Harry ushered Hermione into the manor.

"My, I didn't picture you living in such a large place." Hermione studied the entrance area in slight wonder of its size and grandeur.

"It's not mine. It's a friends. I'm staying with him." Harry blushed slightly at his description of Bruce.

Hermione stayed silent, but Harry could feel her curious gaze on him.

He led her towards the room with the fireplace, it seemed to be the room where all the serious conversations Harry found himself recently having were taking place. They settled onto the couch together and sat for a moment in silence.

"So, how did you find me?" It was the one question Harry couldn't stop thinking about, so he figured he may as well get it out of the way.

"I never lost you, Harry. Not really, anyways. I could've found you anytime I wanted to." Hermione blushed a bit when Harry gave her a shocked stare of disbelief.

"What?! But- Then why didn't you come after me right away?" Harry asked numbly, he wasn't sure what to feel about this new information just yet.

"I'm sorry Harry. I know I shouldn't have done it, but after the war you were so... distant. It was like I was losing my best friend. You stayed in Grimmauld all the time, hardly ever spent any time with the Weasley's or me. I had a bad feeling, and I had to make sure you didn't do anything rash. I suppose I panicked a bit, we'd already lost so many people. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you, Harry. You're like my brother. I put a tracking charm on you, before you left. I linked it to this necklace." Hermione held up the gold pendent for Harry to see.

"With the necklace, I didn't have to worry as much. It'll tell me if you're severely injured and near death, and I can come to you anywhere with this; provided there aren't wards up and such preventing it. If that's the case, it'll just place me somewhere close. I knew you left because you were feeling overwhelmed, and I figured you would just be angry with me if I'd followed you right away. That's why I didn't come to you, Harry, I didn't want you resenting me. I know you needed time away." Hermione finished and silence descended upon the pair, as Harry absorbed everything he'd heard.

Harry couldn't believe that the whole time he'd been in Gotham, Hermione could have come for him at any time. It was outrageous, and he should be angry with Hermione for doing such a thing. Only, he wasn't. She was Hermione, his sister in all but blood. Her worrying like this and taking these kind of precautions was so like her, that he couldn't believe he hadn't seen this coming.

"Thank you, for giving me time. I appreciate you letting me have some time away. How did everyone take it when I left?" Harry finally broke the comfortable silence.

"About as well as you'd expect. Everyone went nuts, Harry. You only left a note for me, Ron, and the Weasley's." Hermione snorted.

"I left one for Andromeda too." Harry gave a soft glare in answer.

"Well that's so much better, isn't it? Anyhow, people started questioning the authenticity of our letters after a couple of months went by with no sign of you. Eventually, the ministry got involved and made us hand over our letters, of all absurdities. Then, of course, their brilliant minds put together that you were obviously kidnapped or something equally ridiculous, and there was an investigation. So whenever you do go back, you simply must go to the ministry for a visit." Hermione concluded with a bit of a sly look in her eyes, one that Harry recognized.

"You'll accompany me, of course." Harry spoke dryly and rolled his eyes a bit.

"As your best friend, it's my duty, Harry." Hermione reply smartly.

Harry smiled with warmth in his eyes at Hermione and was about to respond when Harry's baby monitor on his bracelet went off, the soft chime filling the silence. Anxiety filled him as he rose, Hermione followed in confusion.

"Er, excuse me for a moment." Harry left and started upstairs, towards Tom's room.

Unfortunately, Hermione didn't get the hint, or more like ignored the hint, and followed him the entire way. If he made a big fuss it would only fuel her curiosity. Hermione was as bad as he was when she wanted to know something. He just hoped her keen mind wouldn't start arranging puzzle pieces.

Arriving in Tom's room, Harry smiled when he came upon his baby's crib and saw an awake Tom.

"Hello, love. Nice sleep?" Harry pulled Tom into his arms and rocked the child slightly, then went and checked his diaper.

"A baby? Whose is it?" Hermione's voice broke the odd silence that hung about.

Harry didn't know how to answer. He didn't want to lie and say it was Bruce's, as it would only come out that it wasn't. He stayed silent, instead. Once he finished changing Tom's diaper, he turned, and found Hermione watching Harry with her thinking face on.

Harry knew that wasn't a good sign, as Hermione would figure things out if he let her think for too long.

"He's yours, isn't he?" Damn, she'd started putting the pieces together.

"But wait, you were still a virgin when you left, how on earth did you end up pregnant?" Harry sputtered at Hermione's blatant statement.

"And how do you know I'm a virgin? I could've been with someone. And how do you know it isn't a girl's baby?" Harry asked, feeling rather cross.

"Oh please, Harry. I would've known the moment you'd lost your virginity to someone. In fact, I'd have known the moment you were interested in another male, and you certainly weren't before you left. As for you being interested in a female? That'll never happen, Harry. You've been eyeing up the blokes at Hogwarts for as long as I can remember. From the looks of that baby he's about a month old, and male pregnancies only last about 7 months, which means when you left... Harry, was this the reason you left? Because you were pregnant?" Hermione's eyes widened upon her revelation.

"Yes." Harry uttered, quietly.

His arms tightened around Tom a bit, the child just staring up at Hermione, watching her.

"What's going on, Harry? How did you end up pregnant?" Hermione questioned softly.

With a heavy feeling in his stomach, Harry sat down in his rocking chair and told her everything. His arms holding Tom to himself, tightly, as if prepared to run away with him. Hermione stood there through the entire explanation, just listening, not betraying any emotion she might've felt about the situation. Finally, he reached the end of his tale, and sat with his head down. Tom was staring at his lips, and Harry offered a sad smile to his baby.

"Harry... Why didn't you come to us when you found out about the pregnancy?" Hermione's voice broke the heavy silence.

"What was I supposed to tell you two? That I was pregnant with a reincarnated Tom Riddle?" Harry kept looking at Tom, refusing to raise his head.

"For starters, yes. What you did was completely reckless. You didn't know if that pregnancy was going to hurt you or not. What if that was some sort of back up plan of Voldemort's? To be reborn like that?" Harry's head jerked up at that and he glared at Hermione.

"I seriously doubt that Tom Riddle would let himself even consider becoming an infant again and relying on his enemy to give birth to him!" Harry hissed loudly at Hermione.

"Exactly Harry! You're his enemy, and look what you did anyways! You're too kind, everyone knows that, and I'm sure Voldemort was aware of that too!" Hermione wasn't backing down, like usual.

"That's ridiculous, Hermione. Regardless of how kind I am, the fact still remains that he would be relying on me to take care of him. Do you really think he would let himself be weak in front of his enemy? Literary anyone could kill him at any point until he was powerful enough to defend himself." Harry stared her down until she deflated, finally.

"Alright, I suppose you've got a point, but Harry, it was still dangerous all on its own. Do you have any idea how risky it was for you to be here without having any healers around? Male pregnancy is difficult at the best of times, and it sounds like you had some close calls here on your own." Hermione gave him a worried look.

"I'm not on my own anymore, though. Bruce and Alfred have been helping me, not to mention a certain caped hero who saved me a few times as well." Harry gave a slight grin.

"Uh huh. I hope you know what you're doing here, Harry. I can't handle another war cropping up in another twenty years or so, I'll be too old by then." Hermione frowned at him.

"It feels right, Hermione. When I saw that mangled child under the bench at the train station, I just felt I needed to do something for it. I've always gone with my instincts, and they've never steered me wrong before." Harry pleaded with her to understand.

"Not never, or have you forgotten the Department of Mysteries?" Hermione's reminder was like a slap in the face, and Harry just gave a look full of venom for her hurtful words.

"That was below the belt, Hermione." Harry stated lowly.

"I sorry, Harry, but you were adamant then that you had to go there. Those were instincts too." Hermione presented doggedly.

"That was different. My instincts and feelings for Sirius were confusing me. Of course, I felt I had to go. He was my godfather, the only family I had left. When I first found out about my pregnancy, I denied it for the first few months. Hell, I drank through the first three months. The instincts I felt about the pregnancy weren't all tangled up due to family ties. I could've aborted Tom, but I didn't. I made the choice to give him a second chance, Hermione. You know what his childhood was like, can you honestly say that he doesn't deserve another try? A chance to have a happy childhood? Someone, just one person who understands his gifts, and aren't frightened by them?" Harry implored one of his oldest friends.

Hermione's eyes softened during his passionate speech and she sighed, eventually.

"Oh! Alright! You're so dead set on pursuing this path. I swear Harry James, you can't just go and explore the world or settle down and marry. No! Instead, you go and try to save a man that tried to destroy everything in sight!" Hermione ranted and Harry grinned at her.

"Come on, Hermione. He didn't try to destroy everything." He chirped impishly at her, she sent him an unamused look in return.

"I'll keep your secret, but only because you have the most impossible luck I have ever seen. And, maybe because you're instincts are usually right." Hermione finished softly, her eyes apologizing for the hurtful words she spoke earlier.

"Thank you, Hermione. This means so much to me." Harry's eyes spoke of forgiveness towards her.

"Have you even thought about a cover story for when you go back?" She gave him an arch look.

"Er... well, I hadn't thought about that just yet." Harry's sheepish reply confirmed her suspicions.

"Of course, well I suppose I'll have to help with that. Merlin knows what would happen, should people find out about your baby's true identity. What'd you name him, anyway?" She finally studied the baby curiously.

"Tom..." Harry peeked up through his bangs.

"...I swear your head has taken too many hits sometimes." Hermione deadpanned.

"Oi!"

"Well, as much as I'd like to stay, I've already been away for far too long. Ronald will likely be waking up soon, and I honestly didn’t think my impromptu visit would take so long. I suppose I should've known better, though, considering who I was visiting." Hermione gave Harry an amused look.

"Aw, I still have so much to ask you." Harry was honestly disappointed.

"I know, I'll have to visit again, when I can get away unnoticed. I was lucky to find a spare moment." Hermione explained, as Harry put Tom back in his crib for a brief moment to escort Hermione out.

"Hopefully that'll be soon, I want to know all about your little bundle of joy."

"Oh, I had a girl. We named her Rose." Hermione grinned over at him and he bounced with joy slightly and hugged her.

"That's wonderful Hermione! Congratulations!" Harry felt like his face would break in two if he smiled any larger.

"Am I interrupting anything?" A deeper male voice queried.

The pair separated and looked as one over at the tall male standing in the doorway to the entrance area.

"Oh, Bruce. This is my best friend, Hermione Granger. Hermione, this is Bruce Wayne." Harry introduced happily.

"A pleasure, Miss Granger." Bruce nodded, his mouth frowning.

"Weasley now, actually. It's wonderful to meet you. Harry's told me so much about you." Hermione greeted politely, smiling at the grim looking man.

Harry was a bit confused about why Bruce was being rather rude to his friend. He was also a bit hurt that apparently Hermione and Ron had tied the knot while he was away and she hadn't mentioned it.

"Has he? He hasn't mentioned you." Bruce just kept a dead expression on his face.

"Ah, isn't that just like Harry? Well, I'd best be off. I'll see you when I can Harry, we still have much to discuss." Hermione turned and hugged Harry again, who quickly hugged back.

"Yeah, we do."

Harry watched as Hermione walked out the door and a bit away from prying eyes, then with a pop, she was gone. He turned to Bruce, who was watching Harry rather closely.

"You going to tell me who that was?" Bruce finally asked.

"I suppose I owe you some answers. You owe me some too, though." Harry waited until Bruce nodded in agreement.

The pair moved to the kitchen and sat at the table.

"So, Hermione Weasley is your best friend. How long have you known her?" Bruce started.

"Since I was eleven. She and her husband, Ron are my oldest friends. We've been through a lot together. They're like- They're like my siblings." For some reason, Bruce lost his grim expression at that last bit of information, and all the tension seemed to bleed from the man.

Bruce didn't ask anymore questions, just listened as Harry began a lengthy explanation of the war and his place in it. He left out his early childhood, as he never talked about that with anyone, but he touched on what he needed to for the story to make sense. Bruce seemed to follow along very well, but Harry supposed he shouldn't have been surprised, considering who the man was. Eventually, the tale came to an end with a pregnant Harry making his way to Gotham and meeting a homeless man named David Forrester.

"So that child, is your former enemy?" Bruce's voice began lowly.

"Yes, and before you start, I already got a lecture from Hermione on how dangerous this whole thing was, still is. If you need us to leave, then we will, but I'm not deviating from this path. I chose to do this, and I'll see it through to the end." Harry stated, giving the man a look that dared him to try and change Harry's mind.

"Even if the end results in many people dead?" The man challenged back.

"If it comes to that, then I'll do what I have to. I'll stop Tom." Harry raised his chin and challenged back.

"You can't watch him all the time." Ice blue eyes stared hard into bright green ones.

"Obviously not, but I'll do the best that I can to monitor him." Bright green eyes didn't back down.

"What I mean, is you'll need help." Bruce finally laid out.

"Are you willing to help me?" Bruce nodded, still not breaking the staring contest.

"How did you become him, Bruce?" Harry finally asked the question that had been on his mind since he'd discovered the man's identity.

Bruce was silent for a time, and Harry didn't push, for he knew how stories could be difficult to start. He waited, and waited a bit more, then in a low voice, Bruce told the story of how he became the symbol of fear to his enemies. How he lived amongst the thieves to understand why they stole. How he survived in prison in another country and learned how to fight multiple opponents and not lose to them utterly. How he was taken in by a mentor and learned the use of theatrics and deception, and how he thought he'd lost that mentor to Death's cold grip. Harry listened to a tale so fascinating, and no less fantastic than his own, full of its own heartache and dangers. Finally, Bruce ended his tale with rescuing a pregnant young woman, who he would later learn was a wizard, and how he'd meet her again as David Forrester.

The pair sat in comfortable silence for a bit, each having much to absorb.

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A few days later and Hermione was ringing the doorbell to Wayne manor. Alfred greeted her that time and was charmed utterly by the kind young woman. The pair made their way to Harry and the two best friends, plus the infant Tom, settled in front of the fireplace.

"So, Mrs. Weasley, when did you get married?" Harry gave Hermione a cross look.

"Ron and I had a private ceremony, just the two of us, due to me being pregnant. Ron didn't want to leave his child a, in his words, bastard child, for very long. Molly threw a fit when she found out. The rest of the family was a bit more understanding that we didn't want to get married with a larger ceremony until our best friend was there to witness it." Hermione gave him a pointed look, and Harry blushed with shame.

"Sorry."

"It's alright, Harry. You obviously had your own problems. Speaking of, I've thought of a cover story for you. Er, mind you, it'll need the help of another man." Hermione shrugged her shoulders in apology.

"Another man? Why?"

Hermione explained. Harry blinked at her genius.

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A charity ball. Bruce hated those. All those socialites, pretending they cared about whatever cause the ball was being held for. In reality, they were just there for publicity, elbow rubbing, or a not-so-discreet one night stand. He debated on whether he should ask Harry to go with him.

He'd told Bruce the rather ingenious plan his friend had come up with, and he had to admit, he was a bit miffed he hadn't come up with it himself. At least he didn't hate the woman on sight anymore. He'd felt an ugly feeling he'd recognized as jealousy flare in his belly when he'd come upon them hugging that day. Once he learned of Harry's relationship with the woman, he'd felt the feeling leave him, and her plan only made him start to like her more. It was a perfect opportunity, and it gave him ideas of his own. Brilliants ideas that could lead to something truly wonderful for all involved.

Bruce decided he would be asking Harry to that charity ball.

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Harry wasn't sure what had possessed him to say yes. Perhaps it was the fact that Bruce had asked him to a ball. Perhaps it was the way his stomach gave an odd flutter when the man had asked. Perhaps he was just insane, as he had to go and be amongst the upper class of Gotham, which seemed to be just as ruthless as the lower class.

Harry had donned the gorgeous gown Bruce had given him for Christmas. He was, of course, wearing the hair clip Bruce had gifted him as well. Bruce hadn't given him a disapproving look when he came down to leave. The man had actually told him he was quite lovely in the gown, so Harry counted that as a small victory.

Bruce informed him of what to expect when they arrived, and explained a bit about what he should do if approached by certain people. Basically he was arm candy for the night on the arm of Brucie Wayne. Normally he would be outraged at the concept of having to keep quiet and act pretty, but he found the situation rather amusing. He was arm candy to a man who was known as being vapid and good looking. So, he was arm candy to arm candy?

Harry chuckled in the limo and Bruce arched a brow at him in question. Harry just smiled and shook his head.

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There were, of course, photographers and reporters when they arrived. Bruce made sure Harry was aware of that, and told his date to let him handle the press. He knew Harry was dreading his picture being taken, but Bruce didn't think Harry had anything to worry about. Harry made quite the image of beauty in his emerald dress. In fact, Bruce was dreading Harry's attendance for an entirely different reason. He knew it was necessary to their plan to introduce Harry officially to Gotham, but he had a feeling that his date was going to garner many male admirers.

Inwardly composing himself, Bruce opened his door and stepped out of the limo. Flashes of many lights would've blinded him, but he'd turned his head back towards Harry to help him out. The moment Harry stepped out the flashes multiplied in their direction.

Harry did as instructed and ignored the cameras and questions being thrown their way, letting Bruce guide him to the entrance of the large mansion that belonged to the host.

Bruce decided to stop at the entrance and answer a few questions.

"Mr. Wayne! Mr. Wayne! Who's your date this evening?" A female reporter asked, though Bruce didn't recognize her.

"This very lovely woman is Harleen Riddle. She's currently my house guest." Bruce gave a charming smile to melt the reporter, which it did.

"How long will Ms. Riddle be staying with you?!"

"Why is she staying with you?!"

"Are the two of you in a relationship?!"

"I'm afraid we're running late. If you'll excuse us, we'll be heading inside." Bruce turned and led the red-faced Harry inside.

The shouts of reporters calling his name were shut out when the doors closed behind them. There were numerous guards around the entrance area, watching silently for any party crashers or trouble makers.

Bruce glanced over at Harry and saw him frowning a bit. Bruce smiled a bit and rubbed the hand resting on his forearm in slow calming circles.

"You'll do fine Harleen."

"What if I get asked to dance? I don't know how to dance!" Harry frantically looked over at him with large green eyes.

"I'll make sure no one gets you to dance with them. The only dance partner you'll have is me. Just stick close to me." Bruce promised.

Harry nodded in relief and the pair finally entered the ballroom. The place was filled with dancing couples, twirling and dipping about to the string quartet at the front of the room. There were people laughing and talking with wine glasses in their hands. A long narrow table stood to one side of the room with finger foods laid out on silver platters.

Bruce let Harry take the entirety of the room in and then led him into the snake pit.

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Sorry this took so long to get out. I've had this chapter done for a while now, but life got in the way of me editing it for release. I'm going to school now, working on my bachelor's degree in Graphic Design. I won't be abandoning any stories, but I'll have less time to focus on them. I will, of course, work on them when I have time and inspiration. Thanks to all the readers out there who have been so supportive of this story. I really do appreciate it.

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