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Orion Zabini Potter	By : Slayer-of-Destiny Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6086 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter eleven

Harry groaned flopping onto his back on their bed as Blaise checked on Orion and the silencing charms around him before turning to him with an amused look.

"Your mother is trying to kill us!" Harry groaned again throwing an arm out and covering his eyes with the other.

"Not quite, she is preparing us now, she will kill us on the day of the Blessing," Blaise shrugged making his way over to Harry. "Are you sore?"

"A little bit, I think I pushed it a bit too far today with all the…activities," Harry grinned moving his arm so Blaise could see glittering green eyes.

"Mother did go a little nuts with the decorating," Blaise nodded sitting down beside Harry. He chuckled when Harry gripped his robes and tugged him over him.

"And the other activities. But I think it was the decorating that did it," Harry smiled nudging his nose against Blaise's.

"Its been a hell of a long day, at least everything is ready for the Blessing now except the last minute things we need to do," Blaise sighed kissing Harry gently. Harry wrapped his arms around Blaise's neck, closing his eyes and sinking into the kiss with a small hum of approval he luxuriated in the feel of Blaise's lips against his, unhurried unlike the kisses they had stolen throughout the day, Sirius and Remus twitching amusingly every time they caught them. Now though he could enjoy the feel of Blaise's plump, firm lips pressed against his own.

"That makes me feel better," Harry sighed when they slowly pulled apart.

"You should not have pushed so hard, you are still not fully recovered," Blaise frowned sitting up and undoing the buttons of Harry's robes. Harry watched him curiously but made no move to help or hinder.

"I am fine, its been 6 weeks," Harry grumbled.

"Harry you pushed your body through the pregnancy carrying on as normal, then right after the birth. You need time, longer than a few weeks to fully recover," Blaise shook his head. "When we have our next one I am locking you away in a suite for the last four months," He added in an undertone as he gently tugged Harry into a sitting position and slipped his robes and shirt off of him before pressing him back to the mattress and kissing along the pale skin of Harry's chest. The kisses weren't arousing or heated, merely brushes against the skin.

"I would like to see you try Mr, and if you do you will be carrying the next one," Harry snorted running his fingers through Blaise's hair, grinning when Blaise huskily chuckled against Harry's stomach.

"Alright no locking up. But I will fuss and weight on you hand and foot," Blaise agreed moving his hand to undo Harry's trousers.

"I do not doubt that," Harry laughed softly looking down as Blaise untied his trousers and gently pulled them off. He raised his hips to help allowing Blaise to tug them all the way down and off his feet. He frowned when Blaise hissed and jerked away from his body. "Blaise?"

"Why did you not tell me I had hurt you?" Blaise snapped a little making Harry peer down his own body confused. He tilted his legs outwards when he caught sight of what had upset Blaise.

"Its just a couple of bruises," He frowned running his fingers over the fingerprint shaped bruises on his thighs.

"I hurt you!" Blaise started to retreat but Harry quickly grabbed Blaise's robes and tugged him back over his body, grabbing his hand and placing it on the inside of his thighs were the bruises were.

"I liked it," Harry said stilling all fight in Blaise, instead he gazed down at Harry confused. "I liked feeling your strength holding me up, I liked feeling you strong and firm against my body, I liked you taking control of my body, and I like to idea that I have your marks on my skin to remind me of all that. I'm not saying that I like you hurting me on purpose, but when you are showing your strength, when your marks are from pleasure, I like them," Harry said honestly even though his face was on fire at admitting it.

"I don't want to hurt you," Blaise said a little mournfully, his thumb brushing over the bruised skin gently. He had had enough lovers in the last couple of years to know that he could be a little rough and to understand how to control his physical strength, but Harry brought out a passion and a fire in him that he hadn't known existed, and when it was mixed with the love and emotions that Harry drew from him and he lost his so finely honed control.

"You didn't, you left a mark, you gripped tightly, but I didn't feel pain," Harry said firmly gripping the sides of Blaise's face.

"You tell me if I'm hurting you?" Blaise asked bending and brushing his lips over the circular bruises forming with gentleness that made Harry sigh and close his eyes contently. "Promise me,"

"I promise I'll tell you if you are hurting me, but I seriously doubt you would ever do that," Harry opened his eyes with a smile meeting Blaise's wide whisky ones.

"You have way too much faith in me," He shook his head placing one last kiss on the last bruise before crawling up Harry's body.

"And you have way more stamina than me," Harry chuckled glancing down at the bulge in Blaise's trousers with a smirk.

"My body hasn't been pushed too far today, and I am looking down at you in just your boxers. It was bad enough having to watch you stretching and bending over all day," Blaise snorted. "Tonight we are sleeping!"

"Aw, spoil sport," Harry pouted watching hungrily as Blaise stood and stripped his robes and trousers off, though Blaise was right his body was too tired to manage anything but a twitch at the sight of Blaise's firm, muscled body being revealed to him, though with how he was feeling he reckoned even that was impressive.

"You pouting is not exactly helping me," Blaise shook his head before quickly lifting Harry up off the bed into his arms. Harry squeaked and wrapped his arms around Blaise at the sudden movement, glaring at Blaise when he chuckled as he waved the covers half way down the bed. He placed Harry back on the bed before sliding in as well and tugging the covers over them.

"I'm amazed with all that blood you have been losing that you have any to spare," Harry snarked rolling over. Unfazed Blaise snuggled against his back, pressing their bodies together close enough that there wasn't an inch between them, throwing his arm over Harry's waist and snuggling his face into the back of his neck.

"You should see what I am like when I do have blood to spare," He answered calmly. There was a brief pause before Harry started snickering, feeling Blaise's grin against the skin of his neck.

"I'll look forward to that," Harry sighed sinking into Blaise's arms slightly sleepily.

"Oh, trust me, so am I," Blaise huffed.

"Night," Harry sighed stretching his legs out a little.

"Night night, sleep well," Blaise said softly.

"I always do with you," Harry said slowly drawing out his words as sleep slowly took him over. Blaise however stayed awake staring down at Harry. Harry's words from earlier had scared him, he had thought over the last few weeks that he could have missed out on this because Harry hadn't liked him back, however he hadn't considered the fact that with all the dangerous things Harry had gotten into over the years that he could never have gotten to this point, that he could have lost Harry and Orion before they existed in his life.

He still couldn't believe that he had Harry and Orion in his life, it felt as though he was dreaming, he had honestly thought that this wasn't something that he would ever get to have, others had described feelings of love, he had watched it between his parents and between Lucius and Narcissa, but he had thought there was something in him that meant he just wouldn't get to feel that himself, that he was too cold and closed off. Then Harry had burst into his life, shattering all his barriers to pieces and easing the jagged pieces of Blaise's heart.

Remus's nerves caused him to stagger slightly when he shot out of the fireplace, but large hands pressed against his shoulders steadying him. Startled he looked up into identical eyes to his own, the glowing amber scanning his face hungrily. Remus staggered backwards and into Sirius's arms when he caught up with himself and realised who had helped him. Pain flared through those amber eyes before Fenrir placed a clearly forced smile onto his face.

"Welcome, and this is your mate?" Fenrir asked looking at Sirius with interest.

"Yes. You wanted to talk?" Remus asked squeezing Sirius's hand when it tightened in his.

"I did, please, come with me," Fenrir led the way from the flooing room to a living room, the manor that he lived in Remus and Sirius had to admit was beautiful and stately, there was a large forest relief on the walls of the hallway leading to a huge living room painted in brown and a deep green, all of which seemed to sooth Remus's soul a little, like a balm being placed over a burn. Once Fenrir had seated himself on one of the cream sofas Remus and Sirius took the other, watching Fenrir watching Remus. "Forgive me, I have watched you for a long time from afar, being able to see you…it is good to see you," Fenrir smiled after the silence had lasted too long.

"Yesterday, the…the Dark Lord told me that you infected me because I was dying, and because you saw me as your pup?" Remus asked before his courage failed him.

"Yes. I wish I could have explained sooner, but the Ministry's laws do not follow the laws of magical beings," Fenrir paused when he saw the confused exchange between Sirius and Remus. "As your Sire through bite I had rights as a father to a son, if the Ministry recognised the proper laws. Normally it is no problem to claim the child magic has blessed us with, however with Dumbledore's interference I could not speak to you, to explain," Fenrir explained.

"Why would he choose me to interfere with?" Remus frowned.

"Because you are my cub," Fenrir said plainly looking a little confused. "I am the leader of the largest wolf pack in Britain, and I have great influence over the magical being community, you are my heir. Dumbledore knew taking you out of my control would do harm to us, would do harm to you as well. He made you take the wolfsbane?" Fenrir asked concerned.

"Yes," Remus nodded before blanching when Fenrir released a low, menacing growl.

"I am sorry, Severus has sent potions that flush the potion from your system, you must stop taking the potion though," Fenrir's tone was an odd mixture of an order and a request.

"I was told the effects the potion have," Remus nodded tightly.

"I should have just taken you with me that night," Fenrir said tiredly rubbing his eyes.

"Why didn't you?" Remus asked so softly Fenrir almost didn't hear it even with his wolf hearing.

"I was in the middle of taking the pack from my uncle, he was cruel and treated the wolves in our pack terribly. I had just turned twenty one and was finally old enough and powerful enough to try and take over. I had a huge number of supporters but it still wasn't easy. I didn't want to risk bringing you into that when you were vulnerable enough to be used against me. I came to pick you up the minute things had settled, only to find you had moved. When I managed to track you down Dumbledore had put wards around the house that I couldn't get through, I tried every moon for nearly two years," Fenrir said sadly.

"How old was I when you found the wards?" Remus frowned.

"Seven," Fenrir looked up meeting Remus's eyes again.

"Dumbledore didn't come to speak to my parents until I was ten," Remus denied, but it sounded weak even to his own ears.

"The wards were set specifically to keep me and anyone of my pack out, there were secondary weaker wards against any other werewolf, I tried to get a rogue wolf to collect you one time. He knew you were my cub, he used you as proof of my 'cruelty' and 'perversion' and he it weakened my position as my cub had been taken away from me," Fenrir growled, anger flaring in his eyes.

"And…you wanted me?" Remus asked his voice embarrassingly small as he squeezed Sirius's hand tightly.

"Remus…here, look," Fenrir fished out his wallet and slid it across the table between them. Remus looked cautiously between Sirius and Fenrir and the wallet. Sirius gave him an encouraging look kissing his cheek and reaching out to take the wallet himself flicking it open. They stared surprised at the seven pictures in the wallet.

There was one of Remus at about eight sitting in the back garden of a house reading. Another of him sitting on a bike. Another of him shopping for his Hogwarts things for the first time. There was one of him sitting under a tree at Hogwarts - it looked like it had been taken from the Forbidden forest if the branch across the top of the picture was anything to go by. A picture of Remus with James's arm around him as Remus laughed when they were about thirteen. One of the four Marauders in Hogsmeade at christmas when they were about seventeen. And one when he was around twenty two working in a book store, he was standing at a counter reading, the picture was taken through a window.

"You took these?" Remus asked stunned.

"They were some of the few times I was able to get close enough to you to see you. You're my cub, whether you are with me, whether you want to be or not, you will always be my cub," Fenrir smiled slightly.

"But…its been twenty nine years!" Remus shook his head.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't change things….My Lord told me that you think of Potter as your cub?" Fenrir asked. Remus unexpectedly did not feel the normal bristle, anger and need to protect when someone potentially dangerous spoke about Harry.

"Yes," Remus said slowly.

"You did not see him for a long time correct?" Fenrir asked.

"Nearly twelve years," Remus thought he knew where this was going.

"Did your feelings for him get any weaker, did you love him any less during that time?" Fenrir smiled clearly already knowing the answer.

"No, I love him just as much, more even," Remus admitted.

"That doesn't change just because of our situation. I have been able to watch you from afar, I kept an ear to the ground for you, sent you money for you when I could, I sent you birthday and yule presents every year," Fenrir said earnestly.

"They were from you?" Sirius gawped surprised.

"I had other people send them to you so that they could get through the wards Dumbledore had around you," Fenrir nodded.

"Why didn't you come to me when I was an adult? Why not send me a letter?" Remus asked slightly frustrated.

"I could send anonymous gifts, but anything personal like a letter couldn't be sent to you. The wards were specialised when you reached Hogwarts, they were around you and they still are, the loop hole in the wards were that you had to want to come to me. Honestly I thought I would get to meet you when you came to kill me," Fenrir avoided looking at them as he summoned a pot of tea and three cups.

"But I didn't, and I've listened," Remus said quietly making Fenrir's eyes snap onto his face with the same hunger he had shown earlier.

"You are willing to give me a chance?" Fenrir asked hopefully.

"I…I don't need a father now I'm too old," Remus frowned down at his hands.

"No one is too old to be able to need someone there in a parental form. I missed out on being able to kiss your cuts and put plasters on them, to cuddle you when you had a nightmare. But I can still be there for you, I can be there to support you as you come off the potion, I can help you if you need advise, you just someone to talk to," Fenrir's voice was painful as he spoke.

"We could try," Remus said after several painful moments making Fenrir release a breath of relief as an honest and warm smile crossed his face, gentling the angles of it.

"Thank you," Fenrir said honestly. "Do you mind if I ask, how long have you been mates?"

"We became mates when we were fourteen," Remus admitted with a blush.

"All that time separated?" Fenrir frowned.

"We managed, we weren't right, being so close to Remus for nearly a year and just being able to watch him now and then nearly killed me. But we're together again now and even better. And we have our pup back, and a pup-to-be and our grandpup," Sirius grinned happily before blinking when Fenrir started choking on the sip of tea he had taken.

"Grandpup?"

"Yes, Harry had a baby, he's six weeks old. That's why he wants to go onto Voldemort's side, to protect Orion and to make sure that he is able to keep him," Remus explained.

"Dumbledore," Fenrir growled in understanding.

"Exactly. Blaise Zabini found Harry in labour and delivered Orion, he then offered Harry and Orion safety in his manor. They fell in love, Blaise is basically Orion's father," Sirius smiled at the thought of the intimidating teen who he had been worried about with Harry. But after a couple of days he could plainly see how much Blaise loved Harry and Orion, he was just very…intense about it.

"Oh Great Merlin I'm a Great Grandad!" Fenrir spluttered looking a little stunned. Remus blinked before that small warming feeling in his chest lit a little brighter.

"You think of Harry as family?" He asked softly.

"Of course, he is your cub," Fenrir said as though it was simple.

"Here," Remus pulled out a picture and held it out to Fenrir allowing their fingers to brush, the touch seemed to brighten Fenrir even more, and then he gaze down at the picture. Harry was seated in between a beaming Sirius and Remus all of them laughing and fussing over Orion who Harry was holding towards the camera proudly, his eyes moving between Orion, the camera and looking between Sirius and Remus with obvious happiness.

"They're both beautiful," Fenrir sighed happily making to hand to picture back.

"You can keep it if you would like," Remus said unsurely.

"Really, but…its your picture," Fenrir said, the look on his face saying he clearly wanted to keep it.

"We can get another copy. Harry and Gabriella Zabini are ensuring that nearly every minute of Orion's life is photographed, that's just one copy of it," Sirius assured him putting his arm around Remus's shoulder.

"Every minute huh?" Fenrir smiled down at the picture.

"Harry only remembers what Lily and James look like from his pictures of them, I think he wants Orion to have that Merlin forbid should anything happen to him and Blaise," Remus said slightly sadly.

"Harry is my Grandson, that will allow him higher protection and a higher respect from My Lord," Fenrir assured them softly.

"Thank you," Remus smiled a little brighter.

"So…tell me about them, please?" Fenrir asked eagerly. Remus and Sirius shared a look before Remus started telling Fenrir all about Harry, Orion and Blaise, a safe and happy subject and one that brought a lot of smiles as he described how Blaise fussed without trying to look like he was fussing, what a content baby Orion was, what the Malfoy's were like with him. And he told him about Harry, how kind, strong and intelligent he was, how he and Hermione had pulled the wool over everyone's eyes for nine months.

And Fenrir listened eagerly soaking up everything about the extended family he had known nothing about, listening to his cubs voice, and soaking up the feeling of finally being with him, finally getting to see him, finally having the chance to be a father to him, even if he did now have a mate, a cub and grandcub of his own. And slowly as the afternoon passed the stories and talk became about Remus and Sirius and even himself, Remus and Sirius both looking interested as he told them about his university degree, his work with his pack and how he led it.

Molly Weasley stood in her kitchen directing pans, table wear, toasters and food like a conductor of an orchestra. As much as it was a breath of relief having the house to just her and Arthur it always felt more than a little empty when the children were all gone, when they were back under her roof she felt as though she could breathe properly again now a days. Though one of her children was missing. She could quite happily flay Dumbledore alive and the temptation was getting stronger and stronger every year that he made Harry go back to those animals.

The boy was so loving, so kind and considerate, so polite but it was painfully obvious he had been starved of love, the mother in her wanted to hold him close and let him know he was loved, that he had family that loved him and that he was wanted in their family. The Gryffindor mother in him wanted to put him behind her and gouge the eyes out of everyone who wanted to do him harm. Even Arthur, mild mannered and gentle to a fault sometimes that he was had lost his temper when Dumbledore had informed them that Harry should stay at the Dursleys all summer this year.

They were giving him till the week before Harry's birthday to wear down before they went and get the teen themselves, the controlling, manipulative old man should never have given them the secret of Harry's house if he expected them just to stay away and leave Harry there for an entire summer, letting him think they didn't want him, that they didn't care!

"Woah mum, what did the frying pan do to you?" Charlie blinked stepping into kitchen in time to see Molly slamming the frying pan onto the stove with enough force to wake the whole house.

"Sorry dear, I'm just thinking about Harry," Molly sighed rubbing her forehead.

"Dumbledore said no again?" Charlie frowned sitting at the table and pouring himself and his mum a cup of tea. Even though he had only met Harry a couple of years ago he had heard enough about him from Ron, the twins, his mum and dad, Ginny, even Percy to feel as though he had known the teen for years, and he thought of him as a little brother, how could he not with how easy it was to get on with him.

"Yes," Molly hissed out with a glower. Before they could say anything more Arthur skidded into the kitchen in his pyjamas, one sock on and his wand held in the air blinking around blearily.

"Mum was just beating up the stove with the pan and wishing it was Dumbledore's head," Charlie informed his dad cheerfully.

"Oh, thank Merlin, I nearly had a heart attack. And please don't worry dear, we'll have Harry here for his birthday even if we have to kidnap him," Arthur yawned flopping into his seat.

"Our dad the criminal! And people wonder where we get our rule breaking from," Fred grinned shuffling over to a seat and dropping into it with a bone popping stretch.

"Like you would be there before we were the minute dad and mum gave the signal," Charlie snorted.

"We've already broken Harry out once, what's one more time? He's not written yet," Fred frowned suddenly. "He always keeps in touch, he knows we worry about him there, though I don't think he understands why,"

"Maybe we should only leave it to the end of the week," Arthur said concerned.

"Are we springing Harry early?" Bill asked strolling in dressed for work, Fleur at his side. Molly felt a stab of guilt at how unsure she looked, maybe she had gone a bit far and too vocal with her? No woman was ever going to be good enough for her boys and while she had been sure at first that Fleur wouldn't stick around and would break Bill's heart, the ring on her finger said differently. And she had been over the moon with the small sapphire and diamond ring that had belonged to Arthur's mum, not even blinking when Bill had said worriedly he could save up to get her a bigger ring.

"Sit down dear, you didn't get in till late last night!" Molly waved Fleur to a seat and made up a cup of tea for her before pottering back to the cooker.

"Harry hasn't written since the end of term," Charlie told Bill.

"What that's not like him. He writes to us at least once every couple of months, I know he writes to you lot more regularly," Bill frowned pausing in lifting his cup to mouth.

"Not like him at all, he knows we worry about him," Charlie nodded.

"Even if he can't understand why," Fred sighed slumping in his chair. "I have a bad feeling about this, its just not like Harry. Me and George have it sunk into him that he writes to let us know he is ok, especially when he is with those animals," He said frustrated.

"There has been something….off with him all year. His letters weren't his normal sounding. Do you think there is something wrong with him?" Arthur asked concerned.

"Him and Hermione have been acting quite strange for the last few months, like they have a secret, a huge one, they spent a lot of time in the library - even for Hermione and especially for Harry. Not to mention Harry not fighting to have his flight restriction taken back, and he was barely down at the field just flying about five months ago," Ginny said as she made her way into the kitchen still in her pyjamas.

"Somethings not right, not to mention Remus and Sirius haven't appeared in Grimmauld when anyone has been there for nearly three days! Hermione as well," Molly frowned floating the various foods over to the table.

"If it wasn't for the fact Hermione wasn't showing herself either I would think Sirius and Remus were just having a sexathon. Maybe they know what's going on with Harry?" Charlie suggested ignoring his mum and dad's choking at his first suggestion.

"We need to get Harry out of that place soon and find out what's going on," Molly shook her head as she sat down.

"Hey isn't that Hedwig?" George yawned as he walked into the kitchen and flopped into the seat next to Fred.

"WHAT?" George yelped when he whacked his thigh off the table when he jumped at the exclamations that went through the room.

"Hey Hedwig," Neville smiled looking up from where he was planting his new singing roses, which at the minute couldn't decide between opera and heavy rock and were currently making enough noise that he needed to wear earplug while looking after them for the minute.

Hedwig landed on his shoulder with a hoot, ruffled her feathers and giving him a fond look, next to Harry he was the next on Hedwig's list of people she liked.

"Harry hasn't written to me since the end of term, I was getting worried," Neville tugged his gloves off and settled back taking the letter of Hedwig. He placed his glass of orange juice in Hedwig's sight for her to take a drink as he opened the letter worriedly. "Huh, didn't see that one coming," Neville blinked.

He re-read the letter several times, trying to take in the information that he was being given, and boy was it more than a hell of a lot. Shaking his head he summoned what he needed and read the letter one more time wondering how the hell Harry managed to get himself into these types of things.

When the paper and self inking quill landed beside him on the grass with a soft thump he quickly picked them up and scribbled a response, handing it to Hedwig with a gentle stroke of her feathers before she took off. Tugging his gloves back on he mused about the trip to Diagon alley that he was going to have to take.

"Now that is a sight," Blaise grinned lowering the camera. Harry blinked looking up with a smile to see him standing against the door frame watching the two of them. Harry was sitting on the bed wearing one of Blaise's silk pyjama bottoms, he was sitting with his legs stretched out on the bed with Orion lying on his back between them sucking hungrily on his morning bottle. His legs were bobbing slightly in happiness as his eyes were fixed on Harry's face after Harry had been talking to him while he fed him.

"Would be better with one more," Harry beckoned him over. Blaise made his way to the bed and climbed on behind Harry slotting his legs along side Harry's and resting his chin on his shoulder to peer down at Orion who's eyes were now flickering between them.

"He looks so intent for someone so small," Blaise smiled rubbing his hand over Orion's stomach gently gaining a little more bobbing.

"I love watching him feed," Harry sighed.

"Its soothing. I feel like with everything that has been going on, and with planning the blessing, we haven't really been able to just spend time with him," Blaise sighed. Harry smiled brightly leaning back against his chest a little more while making sure that the bottle was still firmly in Orion's mouth.

"I love you you know that?" Harry said lifting his eyes to Blaise before looking back to Orion.

"Where did that come from?" Blaise asked kissing Harry's shoulder.

"I just can't believe how much you honestly love Orion as your own," Harry sighed. "It just…I think I love you more and more every time you show it,"

"He is my son, and tomorrow it will just be official," Blaise said firmly kissing Harry's cheek.

"I can't wait for tomorrow," Harry said contently.

"His eyes are going green," Blaise said after a few moments of silence where they both just watched Orion watching them.

"What?" Harry asked looking closer at Orion.

"His eyes are going green, at the edges there," Blaise said excitedly brushing the edge of Orion's face.

"Oh, they are! I thought he was going to have his eyes until tomorrow," Harry grinned excitedly groping for the camera Blaise had placed to the side with his free hand and snapping a picture.

"I would love if he had your eyes," Blaise said quietly.

"My eye colour, your shape," Harry said thoughtfully tilting his head to look at Orion imagining it. "I keep trying to imagine what he could look like tomorrow and come up with about a hundred different variations,"

"You don't mind his looks will change?" Blaise asked.

"That he will look like you and me? No, never. Orion is Orion no matter what he looks like, he's always our son. But I want him to definitely, unchangably be both of us," Harry shook his head.

"Seeing him being the blend of both of us will be amazing. How much does he look like him now?" Blaise asked quietly.

"A little bit, he has his chin and cheek bones, I can't quite decide whose nose he has right now, but that won't matter after tomorrow. Blaise, he was never Orion's father in my mind you know that right?" Harry asked placing the bottle to the side as Orion finished before lifting him and settling him on his shoulder to wind him, Blaise throwing one of Orion's burping blankets over his shoulder for him.

"It worries me," Blaise said quietly. "But less and less, especially since you asked Draco to be his godfather. I guess until tomorrow and he is actually mine there will be that worry there. It just lingers that you're going to change your mind, its stupid I know, but I guess I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop," Blaise admitted reluctantly.

"Its not stupid, I think I am waiting for the same, everything has gone so well I'm terrified its all going to go wrong. But I am not going to change my mind," Harry said firmly as he patted and rubbed Orion's back a little firmer.

"Oh that was a good one," Blaise praised Orion as he let out a loud burp. Harry let out an oomph as Orion made an excited noise and bounced a little as he looked up at Orion.

"Got any more for your daddy?" Harry asked carrying on rubbing. "I'll take that as a no," He chuckled in response to Orion's excited babble. He chuckled when Orion squealed happily when Blaise blew a raspberry onto Orion's cheek. Laughing Harry placed Orion back onto the bed and quickly stripped him out of his all in one and vest and after a quick peek into the leg of Orion's nappy to make sure he didn't need changing he settled back against Blaise's chest, resting Orion on his own.

"This is nice," Blaise smiled down at Orion who was determinedly trying to lift his head up by himself.

"We need to do this more often," Harry nodded lifting his legs and resting Orion against them so that he could see them as he obviously wanted to do.

Tonks blinked when Hedwig landed on her shoulder, holding out her leg and looking at her pointedly. There were three letter in Harry's handwriting, one of them with her name on it, two other letter were addressed to Harry, one of which she recognised as Molly's handwriting though it was hurried.

"Who is that from?" Ted asked as he peered over his paper at his daughter who was looking a little confused at the letter.

"Its from Harry," Tonks answered.

"Harry Potter?" Andromeda asked curiously looking up from her side of the table.

"Yes, he wrote to me every now and then for a while but he stopped a few months ago," Tonks said as she opened the letter quickly and scanned it. "Oh merlins hairy balls!" She choked.

"Nymphodora!" Andromeda snapped snatching the letter away from her and reading it. "Bloody hell!"

"Dear?" Ted looked shocked at his normally composed wife to see her gawping at the letter.

"We have a new member of the family," She said slightly stunned blinking at him.

"Only Harry," Tonks shook her head after dropping it into her hands.

Gabriella and Hermione smiled as they sat watching Harry and Blaise sitting around Orion's play mat playing with him. They had just finished lunch and come back to the living room. Hermione had a book open in her lap but she was enjoying sitting and watching Harry look so happy and content, his eyes glowing in a way she had never seen before in all her years of knowing him as she looked between Blaise and Orion, a wide smile on his face as he watched Blaise tickle Orion, the happy squeals of Orion filling the room with his dads laughter.

Gabriella was stitching runes in golden thread along the hem of the robes Orion would be wearing for the Blessing, as she worked she looked up at her family, Blaise's face was so open for him and so happy. He was smiling and laughing, his eyes constantly roaming over Harry and Orion as they played with Orion. Her little grandson's happy noises filling the room with life the same way he and Harry had the manor again.

Harry clutched his side laughing as he watched Orion tugging happily on Blaise's hair as Blaise rubbed his face into Orion's stomach. Orion's legs were waving, bobbing and kicking in his excitement, his little hands tugging on Blaise's hair.

Kingsley yawned and knocked back his twelfth cup of coffee that day, not including all the coffees he had drunk the day and night before. It was one o'clock in the afternoon and he hadn't made it home for almost 36 hours now and tiredness was starting to kick in, but then now a days there were very few aurors that weren't showing the effects of caffeine dependence, too many late nights and making use of the showers used for accidental potion spills on their level and the research departments level.

He carried on flicking through the witness report when he heard a flutter of wings expecting it to be another message from Dumbledore trying to get him to find more people to get into the Order. He let out an embarrassingly loud yelp, attracting the amused attention of the aurors around him. Flipping a smirking Auror Keller he put his coffee cup to the side as he sucked on his bleeding finger, his glare at the annoyed owl who had pecked him he blinked when he found Hedwig glaring balefully back at him.

"Sorry Hedwig, busy week," He apologised, feeling a little silly as always for talking to her, but her glare softened and she gave a soft hoot before holding out her leg to him. Taking in the two letters in Harry's handwriting and one in Molly's, one in Andromeda's and one in an unknown hand he took the letter that was addressed to himself.

"What the fu…"

"Shacklebolt? Everything alright?" Scrimgeour asked from behind him.

"Erm yes, fine, fine, just fine. I…I erm think I need to go home though, and I'm taking my day off tomorrow morning, have a sleep in you know, I'll work the grave shift though, got a family thing," Kingsley rambled standing and shoving the letter into his pocket as he searched for his keys and tugged his jacket on at the same time.

"Shacklebolt?" Scrimgeour frowned.

"Its nothing to worry about sir, I just need a little time to sort some things out…and to go shopping," Kingsley said as he hurried towards the lifts.

"Shopping?" Scrimgeour frowned.

"Granger how can you not know how to do this? You know everything!" Draco hissed as they stared at the problem in front of them.

"I don't know everything, it is completely impossible, and if you hadn't heard I am only only child as well! Besides you have seen them doing this more than I have, how do you not know?" Hermione hissed back.

"I don't watch that closely! And you, you're no help at all," Draco grumbled looking down at Orion who was happily sucking on his own thumb and blinking back up at them.

"Urgh, come on it can't be that hard! We are the highest scorers in our year," Hermione shifted on her knees.

"Well they take the old nappy off first," Draco said pulling off Orion's dirty nappy.

"Oh Merlin!" They both groaned turning their heads away.

"What the hell are they feeding him?" Draco groaned quickly closing up the nappy and stuffing it into the bag Hermione held out, she quickly tied it off and threw it in the nappy bin.

"Ok wet wipe," Hermione held to box out and taking one each they started cleaning him. "Oh Merlin, gross its on my finger!" Hermione choked grabbing two clean wet wipes and scrubbing her finger.

"Ok that's done, what do they do next?" Draco asked looking at the other things they had pulled from his changing bag. Orion gargled slightly at him waving his legs and started fussing a little but Hermione reached for the talc.

"This one!" She said triumphantly before quickly dropping the bottle with a shriek when with a giggle Orion unleashed a stream of pee at them, both of them trying to cover their faces.

"How much does he pee! He just went!" Draco groaned as they shuffled backwards outside of the line of fire. The sound of laughter had them looking up and glaring at Harry and Blaise who were standing in the doorway leaning on each other as they laughed, Harry lowering the camera as he fought to catch his breath.

"Oh that is going in his baby book!" Blaise laughed wiping his eyes.

"Don't you dare! Zabini give me that!" Draco yelled jumping to his feet and racing after Blaise who had taken the camera from Harry and raced off leaving Harry braced against the wall as he laughed harder.

Luna opened the letter from Harry with interest and a little concern, Harry wrote to her at least once every couple of weeks, even when they were in school with little stories about his week or things that had happened to the others. She knew he had to have a good reason not to write to her, and she thought it was something to do with the secret he and Hermione had been keeping all year. If she didn't know Harry thought of Hermione as much of a sister as he did her, and that Harry was as flaming gay as one of the Weasley twins fireworks she would have thought something was going on between them. Her silvery blue eyes scanned over the contents of the letter before she hummed.

"Huh," She reached for her pen and paper quickly writing back to Harry.

"Move it! Move it! If you aren't all down here and gathered in front of his fireplace in three minutes I will not be cooking desert for three months!" Molly shouted up the stairs before turning to Fleur. "Best way to threaten a Weasley male, through his stomach," she smiled.

Sure enough two minutes later, practically in one big tumble six red headed males came into the room straightening shirts, robes, ties and George was grumbling as he finished buttoning his trousers. Ginny strolled in a second later much more calm though she was battling her hair into a plait.

"Alright you lot, you know what we need to do today, we don't have much time to get this done so no funny business, no wandering off, no 'I just need to go check this out' or 'while we're here I'll just go and get' understood?" Molly instructed them.

"You're really going to do this? Come on! Malfoy…" Ron huffed from the end of the row.

"We support Harry, no matter what happens, and he needs our support now," Arthur interrupted his son with a small glare, Ron's words from earlier were still ringing in their ears.

"But…"

"Your best friend did not tell you zat 'e waz pregnant, both your best friends kept eet a secret from you, zeeing you acting like zis, eet ees no wonder why," Fleur said softly but everyone stopped and turned and looked at her.

"Well said, and Merlin knows it could very well be the way he knew you would react that stopped him coming to us for help!" George snapped at Ron glaring darkly. Ron lowered his eyes and took the handful of floo powder when the pot was offered to him.

"Ok, lets get going people!" Arthur clapped Ron on his shoulder before stepping into the fireplace. "Diagon alley!"

Remus sighed as he held Orion closer, burying his nose behind the little boy's ear and inhaling the little baby's scent and the smell of talc, allowing it to sooth him.

"Hey, how did it go?" Harry asked softly placing his hand over Orion's head and stooping to his his forehead before settling down next to Remus, pressing against his side.

"Better than I expected, much better," Remus smiled. "He wants to try and have a relationship, I think he really does care about me. And he wanted to hear all about you and Orion, he said at one point he was too young to be a great grandfather," Remus chuckled.

"I'm pleased for you Remi," Harry slipped his arm through Remus's and squeezed gently.

"I'm too old to suddenly have a father figure," Remus sighed with a small frown.

"You're never too old to be able to appreciate having someone there in that form," Harry shook his head kissing Remus's cheek and settling his head onto his shoulder.

"He's right, give him a chance, you both deserve at least that," Sirius leaned over the back of Remus's shoulder snatching a kiss with his face upturned before swinging round to flop down beside Harry, throwing his arm over the back of the two of them. "How was your day?" He asked Harry.

"It was good, Gabriella took over all the last minute things that we can do today for the Blessing so me and Blaise have spent most of it with Orion. Hermione and Draco had some bonding time with him and each other for an hour while we took a nap," Harry chuckled.

"I'm hearing a story in that one," Sirius grinned.

"Oh, I can do better, I have picture evidence," Harry started chuckling pulling a photo from the inside pocket of his robes and holding it up for them both to see. Both of them blinked before they started laughing.

"Oh I remember the time you did that to James! His face was hilarious, Lily about wet herself!" Remus chuckled "You also did it to Severus one of the times Lily brought you to Hogwarts,"

"Seriously?" Harry gawped.

"Yup. Apparently Lily started spluttering apologies and looking around for a towel. Snape just chuckled and told her it was his own fault for giving you an open target by looking over Lily's shoulder at you when she was changing you," Sirius nodded.

"He's due his feed," Harry said looking at the clock as Orion started whimpering and kicking a little. "You want to feed him?" He asked Remus standing and going over to the corner where a kettle had been set up to make up Orion's bottles after Harry had mentioned he didn't like the house elves making up the bottles all the time. Remus looked up at him wide eyed before he smiled happily nodding.

"Hey!" Sirius complained.

"You can take his bedtime feed," Harry assured him as he shook the bottle to mix the powder properly and then squirted it onto his forearm to check the temperature.

"Deal," Sirius nodded as Remus took the bottle from Harry and pressed it to Orion's mouth, the three of them watching as he latched on and started sucking hungrily. "He's definitely getting your eyes," Sirius smiled leaning his chin on Harry's shoulder to look closer.
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