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Chapter List
- 1-His Daughter's Father
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-11
- 11-Chapter 12
- 12-Chapter 13
- 13-Chapter 14
- 14-Chapter 15
- 12
- 13
- 14
Title: His Daughter�s Father Part 14

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Author: Constant Vigilance

Disclaimer: JK Rowling is God. I own nothing.

Distribution: Sure. Just lemme know where my baby�s
going.

Spoilers: Up to GoF. Book 5 never happened. *Growls at Rowling*

Summary: N.E.W.T.S. and
welcoming the newest Potter-Malfoy.

N.E.W.T.S arrived during the third
week of May. The whole attention of Gryffindor House had been on studying, a
fact which made Harry grateful beyond all belief. He was thoroughly sick of the
constant babying and worried mother hens following his every step. Once the
all-important tests came about, however, everyone�s focus moved from Harry�s
pregnancy onto their own futures.

Harry spent his out of classroom
hours studying under the careful tutelage of Hermione and Draco. The 7^th
years found the blonde Slytherin more frightening than Hermione. At least
Hermione could be talked into breaks occasionally. Only Harry could sway Draco.
Draco would call a halt to day-long study sessions only when it seemed Harry
couldn�t handle another second of sitting.

When those times came, Harry could
be found in the nursery, puttering and making things just so for the baby�s
arrival. Draco envied him his calm and serene outlook on their future.
Personally, Draco Malfoy was terrified of the tiny little thing residing inside
his Harry, he, he loved her already, and couldn�t wait to see her and hold
her�and spoil her, though no one would ever hear that out loud; but the
idea of becoming a responsible parent at the age of 17 nearly made him quake
with fear.

He was also nervous about the
birth. Most male deliveries did not go smoothly. Combined with the absolute certainty
that, as Harry Potter was the delivering father, something was bound to go
wrong, the whole situation was making Draco a panicked wreck. He�d tried very
hard not to smother Harry in the last few weeks, but his fear of losing the
young man just after they found each other was huge.

Thankfully, Harry understood
without words. He never complained when Draco snuggled up next to him during
studying, sometimes so closely that it pinched. He was the first to offer his
open arms when they retired to bed in the evenings, knowing that Draco would
inch closer and closer until he thought Harry was asleep before gently cuddling
Harry close. He even allowed Draco to hold his hand during class.

Unfortunately, that wasn�t allowed
during the N.E.W.T.S. exams. Students had to be judged on their own merit.
Spells were installed to ensure no cheating would occur, as was the separation
of each student into their own cubbyhole for written exams. Everyone received
the timetable for 7^th year exams just before breakfast on Monday.
Harry investigated his own.

Monday

Tuesday

Wednesday

Thursday

Friday

8-10

Herbology Written

Potions Written

Care of Magical Creatures Written

Charms Written

DADA Written

10-12

Herbology Practical

Potions Practical

Care of Magical Creatures Practical

Charms Practical

DADA Practical

12-1

Lunch

Lunch

Lunch

Lunch

Lunch

1-3

History of Magic Written

Divination Written

Astronomy Written

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Astronomy Practical (10-midnight)

forget to whom you�re fibbing, Severus,� he chided.

Snape rolled his eyes. �Fine. I
suppose I do care how some of them feel,� he grated. �But only a select few.�

Dumbledore nodded. �Speaking of
which, how did the arrangements go with the Ministry of Magic for Harry�s
practical?�

Snape sneered. �Ignorant bastards
were going to have him make a rejuvenating potion.� Dumbledore raised an
eyebrow and Snape nodded. �One whiff of powdered dragon wing and he�d have had
heart palpitations the like of which the Ministry had never seen. I simply
don�t understand how Fudge can hire such incompetents!�

Dumbledore hid most of his smile
behind his cup of tea. If only Harry knew how fiercely Snape had been
monitoring the Ministry�s choices he would never fear the man again. However,
since the terror-factor was the only thing that kept Snape teaching his
precious potions to �ignorant children� each year, Dumbledore decided to let it
slide. �Well, I�m glad you caught that error, my boy. And don�t forget�no
matter how incompetent the Ministry staff, I don�t want to lose my Potions
Master to them quite yet.�

Snape dropped his head in a slight
acknowledgement, refusing to let show how Dumbledore�s praise made him feel. A
few moments later and Dumbledore called for the younger years to take their
leave and the second day of testing began.

Harry had only one moment of panic
during the written. One of the last page questions had to do with male
fertility potions. He skipped that question and raced on ahead, mind going
willy-nilly, and had to not only backtrack to answer the fertility question,
but also to correct the answers he had been too flustered to make any sense of.
Finally, he finished the written and held his hand up.

He was carefully escorted to the
adjoining room, the Ministry officials making sure that no student came into
contact with him at any point. Really, Harry thought it was stupid. They had to
have known that he was going to take a different practical than everyone else.
Nonetheless, they made a precise point of letting him see no one.

He was pleasantly surprised to
find that the potion they required him to make was the very one that he and
Draco had studied so carefully last week: the polyanimagus potion. He knew that
there were no toxic ingredients in it and, though he was unable to test it out
on himself, the potions master that was supervising its creation nodded in a
pleased manner and offered to test it himself. Harry knew at that point that he
had succeeded. No potions master worth his weight would dare try a student�s
potion if they weren�t sure of its validity.

mouthfuls.

She looked suitably impressed.
�That�s a really hard potion. Surely you didn�t test it out though?� she asked
worriedly. Draco perked up at her tone and pulled his attention away from the
conversation he was holding with Seamus.

�Test what?� he demanded. �They
didn�t make you test your potion did they?� his voice dropped into a growl.

Harry shivered, loving the
protective note in Draco�s tone. �No, love,� he smiled, patting Draco�s hand.
�The potions master giving the exam tested it.�

Draco whooped, the sound drawing
all eyes to the Gryffindor table. Harry attempted to hush him up but was too
caught up in laughing at the normally staid Slytherin howling in glee. �That�s
great!� Draco shouted. �You got an �O� for sure!� He turned to Hermione and
began a lively discussion of potential grades for the Arithmancy test they had
next.

Harry just sighed and went back to
his potatoes. ~I married a nerd. ~ He thought with a fond smile.

Divination wasn�t bad.
Correction�the written Divination wasn�t bad. He�d long since mastered the
knack of true Divination simply by noting all the quack procedures he had to go
through just to �live� to the next class session. The practical sucked. He kept
trying to focus on scrying but all that he could see was clo clouds. Finally,
he just gave up and asked for another mode of divining, stating that his
daughter refused to let him see anything but the walls in her new room.

The official didn�t find his
comment amusing. He was pretty sure that he didn�t get an �O� on his Divination
N.E.W.T.S.

That night, Harry fell into bed
exhausted beyond all belief. He didn�t even feel Draco tuck him in and for the
first time in months, the baby didn�t wake him up in the middle of the night.
This was good, as he had Care of Magical Creatures the next morning. He knew
that he had to make an extra effort to pass that exam, as Hagrid would be
anxiously awaiting the results.

Unfortunately, he had to rely on
the studying he�d done over the last few months because, as he quickly found out�Hagrid
didn�t go by the book very often. Most of the creatures that were on the test
had never seen the light of day in the Hogwarts� animal pens. He felt pretty
secure in the written though, enough so that he didn�t check the paper over a
third time as he�d done in Potions or even in Divination.

He couldn�t believe his luck to
head out to the practical room and see a cage with a runespoor in it. He
grinned at the official who eyed him warily and then hissed a greeting at the
three-headed snake. Most of that exam was taken up with the examiner asking
Harry to ask the poor creature very personal questions. From the awed looks the
man kept giving him to the adoring cooing he was doing to the runespoor, Harry
felt pretty sure that he just got his second �O� of the week.

He amused his tablemates at lunch
with the snarky responses the snake had made that he hadn�t the courage to
translate for the excited examiner. After lunch, they took their Astronomy
written. Once again, he had a good feeling about his work. Good enough that he
didn�t even complain when, straight after the test, Draco rushed Harry off for
a long nap before preparing for the Astronomy practical that evening.

He was kind of embarrassed,
though, when Draco refused to let him out the door that night without a winter
cloak, an extra scarf and a set of gloves in his pocket. He finally gave in
after Draco turned the sad boo boo lip on Hermione and Ginny, who glared at
Harry for making Draco feel bad about caring for Harry�s health. He could have sworn
that he later saw the three of them giggling as they moved out of the portrait
door.

Practically dead on his feet after
the exam, Harry conked out before making it back to the room. Hermione cast a
lighten spell on him and Draco swung his bonded up in his arm and transported
him back to their room.

The next day was a nightmare. At
least for Harry. The Ministry officials were quite pleased, actually. The
written Charms exam went well, but the baby woke up during the practical.
Simple charms turned into extravagant disasters that the examiners demanded to
see duplicated again and again.

If Harry locked a chest, the baby
unlocked it just as quickly�the lid flying open and everything in the chest
flying through the air in a whirl until it finally dropped on their heads. If
Harry charmed water to heat to a specific temperature, the baby caused the
examiners coffee to boil and shoot out of the cup practically scalding the
Ministry officials.

No matter how hard he tried to
convince the examiners that each repetition of the charm caused the baby to
become irritated and caused him pain, they were more interested in the science
of it. He couldn�t count the number of times he heard, �show a stiff upper lip,
boy.� By the time lunch rolled around, he was nearing a breakdown.

He wandered into the Great Hall,
not having the energy to climb the stairs to the dorm as he had done the first
two days. He didn�t know what he looked like, but was pretty sure it was
something close to death warmed over from the looks the other students gave
him. He flopped onto his seat and dropped his head onto the table. He must have
fallen asleep for a bit because the next thing he knew, Draco was gently
calling his name.

�Harry? Harry, love�are you all right?�
p>

He cracked an eye and gazed up at
his bonded. �No,� he managed.

Draco sat quickly beside him.
�What�s happened?� he demanded worriedly.

Harry sat up, flinching as his
stomach cramped. �Bloody examiner made me cast everything at least 4 times
because the baby made some �interesting changes� in nearly everything I did,�
he groused, not caring if he sounded like a petulant child at the moment.

A tic formed in Draco�s eyebrow.
�And did they not notice that you were in excruciating pain with every
casting?� he enunciated carefully.

Harry snorted. �Apparently I need
to learn how to �show a stiff upper lip�.� Draco surged up from the table.
�Dray?� Harry called nervously as the blonde stalked through the tables like an
avenging angel. He attempted to rise, to go to his infuriated bonded, but
Hermione and Ron each held onto an arm.

�I wouldn�t, Harry,� Ron stated
calmly. �He looks about ready to Avada someone.�

Draco made a straight line for the
head table. He planted himself in front of Dumbledore and snarled, �I demand
the immediate termination of the Charms examiners.�

Silence fell across the room.
Dumbledore placed his cup of tea onto its saucer and leaned forward. �That is
indeed a grave demand, Mr. Malfoy,� he said easily. �Might I know the nature of
your reasoning?�

Draco forced himself to unclench
his fists. �Indeed, Headmaster, I would be delighted to inform you of just
that. If I may be permitted to come closer?� He gestured to the dais upon which
the head table rested. Dumbledore inclined his head and Draco was soon ensconced
in a circle of professors repeating what Harry had told him, no doubt with his
own personal thoughts on the matter.

Dumbledore�s customary twinkle
disappeared. Minerva�s thin lips pressed in to a moue of disapproval. Sprout
and Flitwick looked horrified. Everyone had just the expression one might
expect to see, save Snape. When Draco had finished his tale, Snape exploded
from his chair, muchhis his godson had done only minutes ago. The headmaster
attempted to wave him back to his seat.

�This is unacceptable, Albus,�
Snape growled instead.

�Severus, we must hear all sides
of the story,� the old man said, though anger was evident in his own eyes.

�Bollocks!� shouted the younger
professor, shocking most of the Hall�s inhabitants. �There are no sides to be
heard!� he continued in a lower tone. �They attempted to use a testing student
as a guinea pig, Albus. I can name a half dozen Ministry laws that violates off
of the top of my head, not to mention what Black will do when he hears of
this!�

Albus looked interested once
again. �You would actually correspond with Sirius to pursue this, Severus?�
Snape�s expression took on a slow simmer and Albus grinned. �Very well, my boy.
Since you are so animated on this subject, I will allow you to�question�the examiners
on their thinking.� Snape nearly knocked his chair over in his hurry to leave
the room.

�Severus,� Dumbledore called after
him. �Do try not to make any of them cry?�

Snape made them cry. Dumbledore
was called into a private meeting with Cornelius Fudge on the matter.
Apparently, the officials�after making themselves presentable�had fire called
the Minister of Magic to complain about the verbal abuse that Snape had heaped
upon them. They also had some silly notion that Snape had made a death threat or
two along with something about a dismembering hex.

Snape made no excuses. Dumbledore
offered no apologies. Yet somehow Fudge left that day, tail between his legs,
mumbling something about probation periods and terminations. But Harry found
out none of this until after the Transfiguration exam.

The written was enough to calm
Harry down after the vigorous Charms practical. The theories and spells swirled
through his head like a balm and he knew when he raised his hand after the last
question that here was another subject that he would have no difficulty
passing. His positive attitude sagged a bit as he felt the baby move.

Sure enough, she was awake for the
practical. Harry transfigured a chair into a four-poster bed. The baby wanted
the Gryffindor common room couch. Harry transfigured a stick into a goat. The
baby preferred a dog that looked just like her grand-godfather. Harry
transfigured a block of wood into water into pumpkin juice. The baby liked the
taste of milk better, thank you.

After each transfiguration, the
board would frown and scribble something on their clipboards and Harry would
bend over, clutching his gut. By the third cock-up one of the examiners, a
young woman hardly older than Harry, called a halt.

�Mr. Potter,� she requested, �could
you please explain these strange circumstances?�

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Harry flushed. �Yes, ma�am,� he
murmured. �I�m pregnant, as you can see.� He gestured to his stomach. �The baby
is a bit�different,� he said carefully. �She seems to be able to cast any spell
I�ve cast and from what I�ve seen just today, she can apparently see some of
the things I�ve seen.�

The woman frowned. �How so?�

Harry shrugged. �Well, that�� he
pointed to the couch, �is the couch from our common room. It�s the only place
she�ll let me sit without kicking me in the ribs. It�s her favorite place to
have mt.� t.� He flushed a bit at the skeptical looks. �A-an that�� he pointed
to the dog laying in the corner, �looks exactly like my go- er�my friend�s dog.
And she hates pumpkin juice. I always get heartburn when I drink it. She really
only likes milk.�

He tried to smile but the dour
looks on the other examiners� faces didn�t bode well. The woman sighed as she
glanced at her companions. �Let me just the then,� she stated as she stood.
And with that, she began the judicious application of a few prior incantato
spells. After a few minutes in which there was total silence save for the
revealing and dispelling spells, the board discovered that Harry�s
transfigurations were indeed quite correct. And that Harry�s baby was indeed
quite peculiar.

�By Great Merlin,� the examiner on
the right exclaimed quietly. �This is a ruddy miracle! Boy, cast something
else,� he demanded. Harry winced, not ready yet to go through another half hour
of pain for someone�s curiosity.

�Absolutely not!� the woman
snapped. �This is not a horse and pony show. We can clearly see that Mr. Potter
knows what he is doing and is in great pain by doing it. Forcing him to
demonstrate more spells just to satisfy our whims is cruel and inhuman.�

With reluctant sighs, the two men
finally agreed with their female companion. They let Harry go with a nod. They
were quite pleased with their forced agreement several hours later when word
came concerning the sacking of a Charms examiner for continuing in the very
same vein they had turned from. Harry was astounded at the protective streak
Snape seemed to have towards him and trod very carefully around the sour faced
man for the rest of the evenio:p>o:p>

Friday morning came far too early
but with it came the realization that they only had one more N.E.W.T.S. class.
Or at least Harry did. Draco and Hermione had Ancient Runes that afternoon. He
kissed Draco goodbye at the end of breakfast and trotted over to his seat for
the last test he would ever take in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry.

He flew through the written and
wasn�t surprised when he was told he was the first student finished. He was led
to the practical room and faced his final panel of examiners. �Good day, Mr.
Potter,� intoned a stately older gentleman.

Harry smiled nervously. �Good day,
sir�sirs,� he included the rest of the room.

The first man cleared his throat.
�For the purpose of this exam, I would like to have a mock duel.� Harry nodded
warily and took up position across from the examiner. The first part of the
duel went well. Harry ducked or dodged or used the Protego spell to shield
against the attacks, managing to get in a few of his own attacks as well, much
to the older man�s delight.

The cof tof the situation came when
Harry decided to disarm his opponent. �Expelliarmus!� he called, expecting the
older man�s wand to fly from his hand. What he got was the older man flying
across the room. He had completely forgetting that the baby associated
Expelliarmus with danger. The examiner hit the wall with a loud thud and
several cracks that Harry might have been concerned about, save for the sudden
roaring agony in his midsection.

He dropped to his knees and
followed that quickly up with a header onto the floor. He laid clutching his
belly and moaning as the room whipped out of control. Chairs, desks, people and
items were flying about haphazardly. It looked as though a whirlwind had
suddenly been cast with Harry as the center. He could vaguely make out some
screaming, high piteous screaming, and wondered whom it could be.

It was only after a petrifying
spell cast on his person that he realized the screaming was his own. He was
levitated to the infirmary. He wanted to apologize. He wanted to know if
everyone else was all right. He wanted to ask if he�d passed. He wanted Draco.
What he got was Madam Pomfrey and Headmaster Dumbledore.

�Harry? Harry, my boy�can you hear
me?� the normally jovial voice sounded worried. Harry nodded, scared to open
his eyes, scared that if the baby saw something she didn�t like, she�d have
another go at him.

�Harry, dear,� Pomfrey�s voice,
also worried. �Harry, you�re going into labor. It�s not just pangs this time.
This is for real. I�m going to cast some spells to ease the pain and to calm
you. Let me know if they work, all right?�

Harry nodded again.

�Would you like me to retrieve Mr.
Malfoy?� Dumbledore again.

Harry opened his eyes.

�No!� he nearly shouted. �I-I
mean�yes, I want him here,� he tried to explain, �but he still has another
N.E.W.T. to do.� He looked up at the headmaster�s vaguely disapproving stare.
�Please, sir,� he begged. �Please don�t ruin this for him. I�ll be fine. Labor
should last for a while yet, right?� he glanced up at Pomfrey for help.

She frowned but nodded. �I can�t see
the boy giving birth for a few more hours, Albus. It might even make it easier
if we didn�t have so many bodies in here,� she sighed, giving in to the
pleading look on the young man�s face.

Dumbledore sighed but nodded as
well. �Fine. We will wait until Mr. Malfoy is out of his exam. But,� he pointed
a long, gnarled finger at Harry. �You are to do exactly as Poppy says, young
man.�

Harry smiled through his pain.
�Yes, sir. She can cast to her heart�s content. I�ll even let Professor Snape
dose me up with some of his concoctions if you like.�

Albus nodded. �Good idea, Harry.
I�ll have Severus come down immediately.� Harry winced, knowing he had only
himself to blame for that one.

Dumbledore waited at the entrance
hall for the Gryffindors and Draco to come down. He caught them just as they
were noticing Harry wasn�t there. �Hello, children,� he smiled. �How did your
tests go?� A chorus followed, mostly filled with positives. �Wonderful!� he
patted heads and shoulders. �I was sent to tell you that young Harry is resting
and that he wishes you the best of luck on your Ancient Runes exam, Draco.�

Draco frowned but nodded. �Is he
all right? Is the baby bothering him?�

Dumbledore just smiled
beatifically. �He�ll be fine in a few hours, my boy. Just run along and finish
your exam and all will be well.� Draco nodded and moved to the lunch table.
Dumbledore went back to his office wondering why it was so much harder to
mislead a 17-year-old boy than it was to mislead the Dark Lord.

Five hours later, he was back at
the entrance hall. This time, the jovial smile was gone. In its place was a
pinched frown. Draco knew immediately that something was wrong. He planted
himself in front of the headmaster and glared down at the old man. �What?� he
demanded.

Dumbledore just motioned for Draco
to follow him. Tagging along behind were Mione, Ron, Neville, Pansy and
Millicent. He hesitated briefly as he saw the entourage behind Draco, but the
look on the blonde�s face was enough to force him to confide. Which he did as
they walked.

�We have a slight problem, Mr.
Malfoy,� he began. �I mislead you earlier at your husbands behest. He went into
labor during his DADA practical.�

�What?� Draco shrieked.

Dumbledore kept his eyes on the
hall in front of him. �Harry went into labor over five hours ago. He begged us
not to interrupt you because he wanted you to complete your tests. Myself and
Madam Pomfrey agreed only because it seemed as though he would be in labor for
a while as most first time mothers are.�

�But?� Draco bit out, his voice
icy with anger.

Dumbledore sighed. �But, Harry�s
child�your daughter�is rather a difficulty none of us could have foreseen.�

�What does that me--�bugger this,�
he snapped, and shoved past the headmaster to race down the hallway to the
infirmary. Dumbledore slowed and watched the others shove past him as well.

Draco slammed through the
infirmary inner doors and glanced frantically about. He spotted Harry in the
far corner of the room and shot to his side. He nearly stumbled at the sight of
his husband. Harry had no color. None. He blended into the sheets with an
almost frightening similarity. His shock of dark hair was soaked with sweat and
his eyes were shining with tears.

He lay gasping, an occasional sob
breaking through his concentration. Madam Pomfrey hovered over the top of him
trying to sponge cool his forehead. �What the hell is going on here?� Draco
breathed.

�Dray?� Harry�s attention moved to
the blonde and he smiled in heartbreaking relief. �Dray�� he held out his hand.
Unable to keep it aloft, it fell to the bed. Draco was there in a moment,
clutching it gently.

�I�m here, love,� he smiled
reassuringly. He then turned to Pomfrey. �Why doesn�t he have a pain spell on?�
he demanded with a growl.

Pomfrey looked plaintively at him.
�I�ve tried. Over and over, I�ve tried,� she said quietly. �The baby keeps
throwing them off.�
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