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Warding Bonds	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14411 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series (1997-2007) and any characters and original locations within the books belong to JK Rowling. I am not making any money from this fiction.

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Chapter Eleven – Continuing on

Harry groaned as he climbed out of the warm bed. He didn’t know how long he could witness those memories through their bond before he decided take vengeance on all the Death Eaters who ever touched his beloved. He had to breathe in an out to calm down as other horrible scenes had played in his mind as he slept next to his love. He quickly grabbed his robes and walked toward the bathroom. He was not looking forward to breakfast with his Gryffindor house, when he his mind would surely stay in the room next to his comatose husband. He had given special orders to Kreacher, for whenever he was away from their rooms, to only allow Narcissa, Rose, Severus, or Dora into the room if he is not present. If anyone else attempted to access his rooms, which he heavily warded, Kreacher knew to send Dobby to Harry no matter where he was in the castle. Harry didn’t care what attention having the colorfully decorated free elf would bring him, as long as, he was sure his loved ones were safe. The night before he left, as soon as the sorting and announcements of the opening feast were over, as he wasn’t that hungry and didn’t want to be away from Draco.

He was surprised to discover that Dora had taken the Transfiguration position since Professor McGonagall’s Headmistress duties prevented her from teaching the subject that year. She was sharing her quarters with her Remus, who was assisting Snape by teaching the younger Defense classes and took over Gryffindor head duties. Harry got dressed and left the bathroom. He quickly ran the diagnostic spells the healers taught him, after releasing some wild magic from his anger at their initial refusal, and found that Draco was still stable. He would check on Draco during every break he had between Transfiguration, lunch, and Charms. He was a bit hopeful that his love would return to him, but the healers were unsure how long his beloved would be in such a state. He sighed, as he walked out the door and threw a few more locking charms at it before walking toward the Great Hall for breakfast. He sat down next to Ron and Hermione, the latter giving him a look that seemed to warn of bodily harm if he didn’t eat his breakfast.

Harry sighed, “I just don’t have much of an appetite, Hermione. He’s not eating; he’s living off of maintenance spells and nutrient potions.” He stabbed his fried egg forcefully with his fork, “I just miss him so much. It’s been a month, schools starting, and he’s going to miss out on his last year. How is he going to catch up when he does awake? What am I going to do if our child comes and he’s still nonresponsive? How will he feel finding out that he missed out on the whole pregnancy?” He choked, “What if he never wakes up?”

She reached out and squeezed his hand that was clinched fiercely around the handle of his fork, “Harry, you can’t continue down that mental path. There are some things that even the great Harry Potter cannot solve. You can’t continue to beat yourself up for something out of your control. You can only remain by his side, so that when he does finally wake up, he will know that you continued to protect and love him. Focus on eating breakfast and then we have Transfiguration. Are you still taking that extra healing training with Madam Pomfrey this year?”

He quickly swallowed the tasteless eggs; everything had lost its flavor since Draco fell asleep, “Yes, I really am sure I want to be a healer though I think I would like to specialize in the mind. I know that trauma tends to stay with a person and I want to help people get through what my existence has caused. If I hadn’t fallen for that portkeyed cup, then Cedric would still be living, Voldemort would’ve never been resurrected, and the many people who died at his hand would still be alive.” His lip trembled, “Sirius would still be alive.”

He snapped out of his memories of Sirius falling through the veil, when he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head, and Hermione’s words overflowed his mind, “Harry James Potter, you stop that right now! You know for a bloody well fact that you dispatched that dark wizard for good. If you had died all those years ago, Sirius may have still been alive, but he would’ve remained in Azkaban. You gave him hope and back some of his life before he left this world. He may have died in a cold cell, morning your loss as well as his good friends, but instead he got to know his godson as a teen. You’re acting as immature as Sirius right now! You need to grow up, and only take responsibility for your actions. You’re going to be a father, I think it’s about time you acted one.”

“Thanks for that,” he muttered rubbing the back of his head. “I will keep that in mind Hermione,” he announced standing up from the table. “For now perhaps we should be heading to class. I cannot wait to see if Dora is as much of a klutz as a professor as she is as an Auror.”

The witch shook her bushy head, “I think she’ll be safer. You know there won’t be any elephant leg umbrella holders in her classroom.”

He shook his head, “Or prejudiced portraits yelling about blood purity when a loud crash is made.”

“How are you going to remove that from your home?” She clutched her books to her chest as they walked down the ancient stone hallway.

“I guess the only way to remove a permanent sticking charm would be to remove the thing it’s stuck to. I really do plan on gutting and restoring that old home. Then again, I have many other properties to choose from, but part of me would like to bring glory back to the home that both Sirius and Regulus grew up in. I owe so much to both of them, after all.” Harry answered as they walked through the door of the transfiguration classroom.

Ron chuckled, “I’m sure my dad’s got a few muggle tools he’d love the opportunity to try out.”

Harry shook his head, “I’m sorry but I’m not going to let your dad take a sledgehammer to my walls or a jackhammer to my floors.” His eyes widened at the thought, “Actually there would be no need for a jackhammer.”

The conversation ended as soon as a statuesque blond woman with familiar grey eyes walked into the classroom wearing bright pink robes. The long blond locks quickly contracted into a pixie style haircut and morphed into the same pink color as her robes, “I am Professor Tonks. I was an Auror up until this summer, as I was recently married. My husband and I thought it would be safer to teach students rather than chasing after dark wizards in my current state.”

Harry gasped, “Professor, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Her hearth shaped face lit up and her eyes turned gold, “Yes, I do believe we shall have children going to Hogwarts together in twelve years.”

He jumped up forgetting the other’s in class, “Dora, I’m so happy for you and Remus. You do realize our children will also be cousin’s right?”

“Yes, yes. Now sit down and stop playing on my hormones. I think it’s time we discuss the difference between an Animagus and a Metamorphmagus. Does anyone here know the difference between the two besides those I’ve told previously at an Order meeting?”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione dropped their hands knowing that they only knew the difference because Tonks had told them two years prior. Harry was sure that Hermione may have known the difference because of the text even though it was explained to her previously, soon the Susan Bones was answering, “Animagi are powerful witches or wizards, like McGonagall, who learn how to transfigure their body from a human shape into that of an animal. Metamorphmagi are able to transform their appearance at will. However, the main difference is that a witch or wizard can become an Animagus, whereas a Metamorphmagus is born not made.”

“What an astute answer, Ms. Bones.” Her hair color shifted from pink to blue, “Something you may have left out is how rare metamorphic gifts are, as I have yet to meet another individual who shares my same gift. I do admit that it did come in handy in the concealment classes at the Auror academy, as long as I wasn’t walking.” She chuckled, “I’m as graceful as a Blast-Ended Skrewt. I do fear that my dear cousin got all the good coordination inheritance, but then again I swear he’s got to have some Veela in his bloodlines. Pureblooded my…um…I do believe I forgot myself for a moment. Okay, so why is it important to register yourself with the Ministry when you obtain Animagus status?”

Harry raised his hand, “It helps prevent others from blackmailing you because they discover your beetle form and locked you in a jar to prevent you from writing any more nasty stories. Also, if the ministry knew that Peter Pettigrew was a rat Animagus then it would’ve prevented Sirius Black from being wrongfully accused of his murder. Also, if the ministry knew that Sirius was able to take the form of the Grimm, then he wouldn’t have been able to escape Azkaban before Voldemort broke everyone out.”

Everyone around the room gasped at Harry’s proclamation before Hermione muttered something about horrible beetle reporters not learning their lesson. Tonks cleared her throat, “What interesting reasoning, but quite true. The ministry requires registration in order to prevent witches and wizards from breaking the law by using their Animagi forms. Achieving such a form is quite difficult, even though I hear that Sirius Black and his friends managed to complete the training in their fifth year.”

Harry nodded, “Yep it took them two years, but James Potter was a Stag; my Patronus represents his Animagus form.”

Tonks turned her hair into messy black and was quickly sporting emerald green eyes, “You are quite right, Harry. Now since this is a N.E.W.T. level course, we will concentrate on attempting to achieve Animagi status as to perform such a transfiguration is an automatic O on your N.E.W.T. practical. Other than that we will continue with revisions for your written, as you should have learned all of the transitive properties last year. Please pull out your books and turn to page 543 and read over the Animagus training spells. Once you have gotten through the training process, which some may find less difficult than others, you will be able to shift at will even without your wand.”

Harry sighed as he sat down on the bed. He was happy that the first day of school was over and was prepared to write about what he discovered about his inner animal form after performing the totem spell. He sighed still wondering how his inner animal could be something as peculiar as a raven. He understood his feeling of being at home in the sky, but he never thought he’d be something with such a negative wrap in Muggle society. He contemplated researching the meaning of such a discovery. A Muggle psychologist, Charles Jung, did manage to think of the raven as representation of the dark side of the human psyche. Harry knew that he’d seen plenty of darkness in his life to fit that category. His father was a stag and one could only assume his arrogance and pride is what caused him to change into such an animal. Sure a stag was also graceful, quick, and strong enough to take on Remus in his werewolf form.

He rubbed his temples and grumbled, “What do you think Draco? Do you think I’m best represented by a form that haunted the dark poetry of Edgar Allen Poe? ‘Quote the Raven, Nevermore.’ I really do feel like nothing without you. The bringers of bad omens, I guess that’s the story of my bloody life. What’s another thing to make me even more of a freak?”

Draco didn’t answer, like he hadn’t since he entered his tormented sleep. Harry let out a long breath and pulled his wand. He cast the diagnostic spells and found that Draco was still stable. He continued to stare when he noticed movement on Draco’s stomach. He quickly placed his hand on the tiny pouch and felt little flutters. “Dobby,” the elf appeared immediately, “Please bring the healers and Madam Pomfrey here immediately.” The elf’s eyes grew sad and popped away and back with all three with him from who knows where.

Madam Pomfrey looked from Harry to the still sleeping Draco, “What’s going on?”

Harry looked down and sighed, “He’s still stable; I’m just a little confused. Is he far enough along for me to feel the baby’s movement?”

She shook her head no, “If you conceived on July 31^st, then the baby would still far too small for that.” She placed her hand on the uncovered abdomen, “Unless there’s a possibility that you could’ve conceived sooner than you realized?”

Harry racked his brain for any possibility that they could’ve conceived before the French bonding on his birthday. His mind flashed toward the emotional release that occurred after Dumbledore’s funeral. He was so upset and angry by Aberforth’s words that he’d took Draco right back to their dorm after. He’d quickly cast the preparation spells before pressing into the tight heat. He’d pounded in him that night until he collapsed from exhaustion. He’d released three times without pulling out of his love. He remembered how much pain he was in when he pulled out the next morning because he had just collapsed and fell to sleep with his penis still in his beloved’s anus. He cleared his throat, “Um, well it’s possible. We could’ve conceived the night of Dumbledore’s funeral.”

She covered her mouth, “At the end of March?” He nodded. She started mumbling under her breath as she cast several spells that he didn’t recognize. “Well, you did conceive back in March. Checking the status of your son, he will more than likely arrive sometime in December. He seems to be perfectly healthy and is growing well. You’ll probably want to make sure you keep Draco on his right side because his belly will start getting too big for him to sleep on his back or stomach.”

“My son?” Harry felt tears slip from his eyes at the news. His baby was closer to coming than he thought. His and Draco’s son would be in his arms before the end of the year. “I haven’t gotten anything yet for him. What am I going to do? I’ve been so worry about Draco that I didn’t even think about getting things ready for his arrival. My little James Sirius, oh hell I’ve already got a name for him.” He wiped away the tears, “Kreacher.”

The elf appeared before him, “You called master?”

Harry nodded, “I need to go somewhere. Please follow the same rules as always when I’m gone.” He then turned to the other three, “Come on we’re leaving. You know how I feel about you being alone with him. I’ve got to go see Severus, Rose, Lucius, and Narcissa. What am I going to tell them?” He continued to mumble to himself as he made sure they all left the room before throwing even more locking and warding spells at his door before hiding its existence. He turned to walk down into the Dungeons where both Snape and the Malfoy quarters were. His and Draco’s were on the first floor not too far from the hospital wing in case of emergency. His thoughts about being a raven Animagus was forgotten as he reached the closed door belonging to Severus and his aunt.

He took a breath and knocked and pulled his aunt into his arms. He couldn’t stop crying as he rested his head on her shoulder. He felt the mothering affection he missed from his own mother. He didn’t know what to do. He felt so lost. She shushed him and whispered that everything was going to be alright. She led him into the sitting room and forced him to sit on the couch, “What’s going on Harry?”

“I think you should call Severus, Lucius, and Narcissa. I probably should tell all of you at the same time,” Harry wiped away his tears and tried to calm his sobs.

Her green eyes widened, “Draco’s not dead, is he?”

Harry paled, “Oh no, no, no. It’s not really bad news, it’s just that I think it’d be best to tell everyone at once and really I’m just kind of a bit freaked is all. That and I discovered that the animal that represents me is a bloody raven. Can you imagine me turning into the harbinger of death?”

She chuckled at that and sent off a doe Patronus with a message for the others. Harry’s eyes widened and he gulped, “You do realize you have the same Patronus as my mother, right?”

She nodded, “I always wondered why it was so until I met Severus and saw the pictures of Lily. I remembered a red head with my same eyes. She had the warmest smile and she was so much nicer than that blond-horse-faced-woman. I have no interest in meeting Petunia.” The conversation was interrupted with a soft rapt at the door and she opened it to Lucius and Narcissa. It was only a couple of minutes later that Snape rushed through the door.

He looked around the room and demanded, “What’s happened to my godson?”

“Um…well…we’re farther along than we thought. You see I completely forgot about the night of Dumbledore’s funeral, and well I wasn’t my usual safe self that night. James Sirius will be coming sometime in December according to Madam Pomfrey’s scans. I’ve been so worried about Draco that I haven’t even thought about getting ready for his arrival. I don’t know what I’m going to do. What am I going to do if Draco’s still in a coma? How am I going to take care of both of them? Who are we going to name as his godparents? I think that Hermione and Ron would be a good choice since Severus will be family as soon as the two of you are married and Dora and Lupin are already family.”

Narcissa gasped, “My youngest son and grandson will only be a couple of months a part.”

“Yeah and they’ll be going to school with their Lupin cousin in twelve years. I’m a bit worried for this school. We just need to add one more,” He looked over at Rose and Severus, “and we’ll have a whole new group of Maurders.”

Rose chuckled, “Um well. Severus honey, you should really consider purposing to me. I was raised in France so there’s nothing wrong with love, but I’m not sure if you want to put the cart before the horse.”

Harry couldn’t help the chuckle that burst through his gut at the horrified look on Snape’s face. The little color he had in his cheeks faded quickly as he collapsed into a chair, “Are you telling me that I’m going to be a father? I don’t really like kids you know. I’ve always been awkward and now you tell me that you’re expecting. How far along are you?”

She chuckled, “I’m only eight weeks. He or she will be coming sometime in May. I believe I’m just a couple of weeks behind Dora.”

“Does this mean that you’ll all help me with my shopping and baby prepping? I wonder if there’s a way to link all of our living quarters into a shared nursery so that the babies could sleep in the same room. I know that it would be a good idea for Scorpius and James since they’ll grow up together as uncle and nephew. Now isn’t that idea a bit weird.”

Rose giggled, “I’ll talk to the Headmistress about giving us our own common room with an attached nursery. That way we could help you with James and looking after Draco. I’m sure that Severus will continue making sure that Lupin is taking his potion, so that he can keep his mind and sleep during his off days. Perhaps he’d enjoy spending some time away in the Shack.”

Harry collapsed to the bed after dinner. He found himself laying his hand onto Draco’s belly and couldn’t stop himself from speaking to his son, “I’m sorry little one. I know that you should be hearing your father’s voice instead of your papa’s, but he’s sleeping. I know you cannot hear me as well, but know what we love you. Things just didn’t work out the way we wanted it to, but you will be strong like your namesakes. However, I will not allow you to grow up to be as much as a prat as your father or your grandfather were in school. I know that everything will be okay.”

Harry fell asleep that night with his head resting next to Draco’s stomach. His hand hugging that part of his lover’s body as if he were already cradling his unborn son, but his mind was soon filled with another dreadful memory. Draco was in a cream colored room with a large four poster bed. The sheets were black silk and the bed had a green duvet cover. The intricately carved posts were of the darkest mahogany. Harry couldn’t help but wonder if it was Draco’s room at Malfoy Manor. He seemed a bit younger and Harry figured the memory was from the summer before their Sixth year.

The peaceful looking Draco was soon awoken from sleep, when the dark wood door slammed open. Rabastan entered the room followed by Goyle Sr. and a haggard looking Lucius. Harry’s heart sped up as he was certain that Lucius was in Azkaban from the beginning of that summer holiday. How could he be in his son’s bedroom? Rabastan pointed his wand at the clothed Draco, which left only a vulnerably nude boy. Goyle Sr. pointed his wand and each of Draco’s limbs was tied to the post of his bed with a scratchy rope.

Lucius chuckled, “We wanted you to remember this summer when you returned to Hogwarts. We wanted you to know your place when you return, Draco. You will not be exerting your power over your friends, as your place is below them. Then again I always knew my son preferred it up the ass. I like wielding the power and that’s why I prefer females like your mother, but you had to go and be born as a ponce. You had to end the Malfoy line because you preferred to be overpowered by others. If you’re going to make such a choice, I might as well show you how to give good head.”

Harry’s stomach dropped. He couldn’t help but wonder if the elder Malfoy was under the Imperious curse once again, but how could they have gotten him out of Azkaban. He shook his head nothing about the memory was making any sense. His thoughts were interrupted by Lucius shoving his erect penis harshly into his son’s mouth and letting out a pleasured groan. “That’s a good boy. Now watch the teeth and suck on it like you’re imaging I’m your lover. Now your dear uncle here and Goyle are going to show you how to be a good little slut and take two at once. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it and when you get back to Hogwarts everyone will know what a slag you are.”

Harry shot awake when he saw the blood and damage from two rather large sized men shoving their cocks into Draco’s unprepared hole. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked over at his lover’s face. He could see that Draco was reliving the pain based upon the look on his face. Harry wiped away the tears from his eyes and whispered, “Kreacher.”

“You called Master?”

Harry wiped away more tears and croaked, “Yes, please watch Draco. I need to go talk to Lucius.”

He didn’t even look at the clock as he climbed from the bed. He couldn’t leave this memory unexplored. He had to discuss it with Lucius. It was one of the worst memories he’d seen so far, however he hoped it was the last encounter before Hogwarts started that year. He could deal with memories about trying to fix a Vanishing Cabinet, accidently poisoning people, and making plots to kills Dumbledore. He couldn’t handle watching Draco forced to give his own father head. By the time he reached the door belonging to the Malfoy quarters, he was filled with rage. How could a father do that to his own son? He was beating on the door as the vision continued to flood his mind. The link was still open and now he was witnessing Draco’s broken sobs as the three men left the room.

A disheveled Lucius answered the door, “What’s happened?”

“Lucius, I’ll tell you what’s blood happened. How the hell could you have forced your sixteen year old son into giving you head while two full grown men pounded into him at the same fucking time?”

The blonde opened the door further as color drained from his face, “When? When did I do this?”

Harry slumped onto the cream colored couch, “That’s what I don’t sodding understand. It was the summer you were supposed to be in Azkaban. I don’t understand how they would’ve got you out of there sooner only to just put you right back. At first I thought you were under the Imperious, but you seemed to be the leader. Your eyes weren’t clouded or anything. They were filled with hatred and lust at the same time when you looked upon Draco. You said some pretty horrible things about his sexuality before forcing your cock into his throat.” He ran his fingers through his already messed hair, “I just don’t understand and the memory was just way too much to handle. On top of everything else, I had to witnessed Draco being torn open by two men, one who I’ve witnessed raping him before, while the image of his father watch over them while shoving his own incestuous cock his mouth.”

“Harry it wasn’t me. I was in Azkaban from the moment I was caught in the Ministry up until you broke me out. Did you even consider that person could’ve been under polyjuice potion? Perhaps they wanted to make Draco suffer even more by thinking that his own father would treat him in such a way. I’m surprised he can even look at me if he thought that I participated in such acts.”

Harry wiped away the continued tears. He didn’t want to show weakness to the man before him, “Does Goyle Sr. ever do anything without Crabbe Sr.?”

“I don’t know Harry, I just don’t know. Perhaps you should corner one of their son’s to find out. If those bastards were sick enough to do something like that to my son, I wouldn’t be surprised if their own sons were victims as well. I mean how could two wizards be so thick? Unless they were beaten to the point of stupidity, or they had too many other things on their mind to even consider schoolwork.”

Harry pulled Lucius into a hug, “Thank you. I will do that and hopefully I will find out more answers. I just hate having him in such a state. I miss being able to talk to Draco and he’s just not there. I’m trying to remain strong, but I can’t stop thinking that this is all my fault.”

Lucius wrapped his arms around him and rubbed his back, “It’s not your fault Harry. If it were anyone’s fault, it would be the Dark Lords. Luckily, that monster is now dead. It was Draco’s choice to step into that magical fight. You had ordered for him to stay down in the warding room, but he was no longer under submissive bonds. He chose to come to your side and he chose to step in. Don’t worry; I think it was just a bit of magic overload. I’m sure he’ll come back to us. He’s still there if he’s dreaming about events he’s gone through. If he was completely gone, you wouldn’t witness anything from your link.”

Harry pulled away and wiped away his tears once more, “Thank you, Lucius. I should probably get back to Draco. I should really get some sleep or I’ll be dead on my feet in potions tomorrow, and I’m sure that is bound to end brilliantly.”

“Yes, get some sleep. Merlin forbid you blow up my potions classroom during your first lesson this year.”

A/N: So, as you can see the story is slowing down a bit, however we’re starting to see what Draco went through before the beginning of this story. We’re seeing couples breeding like rabbits and soon the first baby will be coming. Narcissa is due on October after all.
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