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Of Lions And Lambs - Part Four	By : Marblez Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9326 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Eleven

            “You did what?!?”
            “Well this is a familiar scene…” Draco muttered as he watched Harry rounding on his much larger mate, his hands pressing against the small of his back as his round stomach jutted out for all to see.
            “I told Charlie the truth.”
            Harry went to speak but stopped himself, pressing a finger to his lips.
            “No,” he muttered, shaking his head as he spread his hands out wide, gesturing to the young woman stood on his right. “No. I’ll let Bella go first.”
            Jacob visibly shifted.
            “Look, I solved a problem,” he muttered somewhat defensively, his gaze shifting between the hard gaze of his mate and the burning gaze of the woman now facing him. “You were leaving. What did you expect me to do?”
            “You don’t realise the danger you’ve put him in,” Bella snapped, all but poking him in the chest. “The Volturi will kill anyone who knows about us.”
            “No,” Jacob protested firmly. “I didn’t tell him about you. Just me.”
            Bella scoffed.
            “I only said you were different.”
            “And that we have a niece who we adopted,” Edward finished for him, folding his arms across his chest as he glared at the fidgeting shape-shifter.
            “I mean seriously, Jake, he’s not just gonna let that go,” Bella pointed out.
            “Did you consider the physical pain he’ll put Bella through?” Edward asked, his voice almost impossibly tight. “It’ll be like sticking a white hot browning iron down her throat. And that’s assuming she can control her thirst.”
            Jacob sighed.
            “Look, Charlie’s been in hell,” he told them, obviously fighting the urge to shift from side to side. “And I know you’ll be much happier with him in your life.”
            Edward scoffed loudly,
            “Jacob, don’t try and pretend you’re doing this for anyone but yourself.”
            “Sorry you feel that way…” Jacob murmured, shifting where he stood as for the first time since he’d returned his expression became somewhat apologetic. “…because he’ll be here in ten minutes.”
“What?!
            Bella was shocked.
            Harry on the other hand was livid.
            “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!” he demanded, pushing his way back past Bella to stand in front of his mate, his body practically vibrating with anger.
            “Harry…”
            “Do you have any idea what will happen if the Wizarding World finds out about you spilling our secrets to a muggle?”
            “I only told him about me…”
            “And how long do you think it will take for him to notice this?” Harry spat, gesturing down to his stomach. “Or to notice his daughter’s eyes? Or the fact that his adopted granddaughter is growing up at an impossible rate?”
            “I…”
            “I could go to prison!”
            “Draco Malfoy…”
            His body began to tremble as the old words filled his mind once more, the memory surfacing from where he had banished it.
            “…you have been found guilty of all charges placed against you…”
            Harry was saying something.
            His lips were moving but no sound was coming out.
            “…use of the forbidden dark arts…”
            All he could hear was the voice in his mind and judging by the expression on his face Edward could hear it too.
            “No…” he gasped, slamming up his shields as best he could in order to lock the telepath out of his mind. “Not…”
            “Draco…”
            “…of being a known Death Eater…”
            Harry had stopped talking.
            Everyone had stopped talking.
            Except that voice…
            “…and have been sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban…”
            His body crumpled of its own accord, literally folding in on itself as he ears were assaulted not by the worried murmur of his husband but by the screams of the tortured souls he had shared a cell block with for nearly a year.
            “Draco!”
            Curling up into a foetal position the tortured young wizard pressed his trembling hands over his ears, desperately trying to block out everything but the frantic pounding of his own heart.
            It didn’t work.
            A cool hand came to rest on his shoulder and his mind refused to accept what his eyes were showing him, instead replacing the smooth skin now squeezing his shoulder gently with the skeletal hand of a Dementor…
            “No!” he gasped, pushing the hand away and scrambling backwards across the decking…no…across the dirty floor of his cell in….
            Azkaban.
            He was in Azkaban.
            “No…” he whimpered, pressing his hands even tighter against his ears.
            “Draco!” a familiar voice called out and this time the hand that touched him was warm, wonderfully humanly warm. “Draco, it’s all right.”
            “…Harry?” he asked weakly.
            What was Harry doing in Azkaban?
            Wait…
            “You got me out…” he mumbled as a memory slowly played out before his eyes, a memory of arriving home after being freed. “You…”
            “Yes, I did,” Harry reassured him. “You’re having a flashback.”
            “…a flashback?”
            So…he wasn’t still in his cold, dark cell surrounded by screams and…and…
            “Yes,” Harry interrupted, smoothing the platinum blond locks off of Draco’s clammy forehead. “And it’s my fault for bringing it up…”
            Draco frowned.
            “You got me out.”
            This time it was a statement of fact, something he was certain of instead of a question and yet Harry answered softly anyway,
            “Yes. I did.”
            “I…I don’t…”
            The dark walls of his prison cell seemed to melt before his very eyes, revealing the concerned faces of his husband and his family, all of them gazing down at him from their various positions around the decking.
            “Jasper?” Draco gasped, holding his arms out to his husband who uses his vampire speed to pull him into the safety of his strong arms. “I…I haven’t done that in…I thought…I thought I was getting better…”
            “You are getting better, love,” Jasper soothed him. “So much better. But everyone’s allowed a funny moment once in a while.”
            Draco nodded weakly against his husband’s strong chest.
This whole experience had left him feeling completely drained.
            “What were we…what caused…?” he found himself asking softly, a slight frown matting his smooth forehead as he tried to remember what had caused him to have such a horrific flashback.
            He didn’t think anyone had been screaming…had they?
            “Harry was explaining the consequences of Jacob’s actions,” Edward supplied softly, his voice stilted and filled with anger.
            “Oh…”
            Revealing the presence of magic to a muggle could earn a Witch or Wizard a prison sentence, depending on the severity of the situation.
            “Yeah…I guess…I guess that would do it…” he mumbled, hiding his face in Jaspers soft shirt as his hands began to tremble once more.
            “But that won’t happen,” Harry insisted, reaching out to take his of Draco’s hand in both of his. “I was…I was giving him the worst case scenario so that he would understand how serious this could be but that won’t happen. I promise.”
            “The Ministry will get involved, however,” Charlie Weasley spoke up softly from the side-lines. “They always do in cases like this.”
            “Yes, but if I can accidently blow my Aunt up like a balloon and get away with nothing more than a verbal reprimand I think I can handle this,” Harry pointed out, offering the red-headed vampire a slight smirk. “I won’t…”
            He stopped, paling suddenly.
            “Harry?” Jacob asked, stepping forwards as he saw a slight look of panic enter his mates bright green eyes. “What’s wrong?”
            “…I think my waters just broke.”
            Several voices responded as one,
            “What?!?”
            A dark stain began to appear on Harry’s previously pale jeans.
            “Harry, it’s too early…” Jacob pointed out softly just as Harry all but doubled over with a cry of pain, clutching at his rounded stomach with shaking hands.
            “That looks like a contraction to me,” Carlisle murmured, slipping into Doctor Mode as he hurried over to offer Harry a steady arm to lean against. “Breath through it, Harry. That’s it…”
            “Holy…fucking…crap…that…” the Wizard in question gasped, his body slowly straightening out as the pain began to ease. “That fucking hurts!”
            “Let’s get you inside, Harry,” Carlisle murmured, gesturing for the stunned Jacob to take his mates other arm. “Harry, have you felt any pain at all today?”
            “My backs been killing me all day but I thought it was, you know, normal backache,” Harry answered as they carefully helped him into the living room, leading him over to the nearest sofa. “No…my jeans…I’ll make a mess…”
            “Don’t you worry about that, dear,” Esme murmured, patting his hand.
            “No, please…I…”
            To his shame Harry felt tears burning in his eyes.
            Esme smiled, nodding her head.
            “I’ll get a towel.”
            She was gone and back in the blink of an eye, covering the sofa with a kitchen towel moments before Harry was carefully lowered down onto it.
            “Draco, I think you might need to call Healer Mogg,” Carlisle suggested, his voice a little bit tight as he ran his hands across Harry’s bump.
            Draco nodded, still a little bit shaken by the flashback he’d just suffered but forcing himself to focus on what was truly important right then.
            Harry.
            “Oh, fuck…here comes another one…” Harry gasped, gripping hold of his mates hand so tightly both their fingers began to turn white as he let out another pain filled scream. “Fucking…fuckety…fuck…”
            Charlie chuckled,
            “What a foul mouth you’ve got, Harry. What would mum say?”
            Harry just about managed to respond with a glare, his body sagging against the plump pillows that had been added to the sofa as the pain finally ended.
            For the moment.
            Turning on the spot Draco rushed through the house, his husband following closely behind him until they arrived at the fireplace which had been installed especially or an occasion such as this.
            Drawing his wand he fired a quick incendio spell at the wood lying cold in the fireplace before casting the charm necessary to fire-call their Healer.
            “Healer Mogg?” he called out as he stuck his head into the roaring flames, barely noticing how Jaspers hand latched onto the back of his belt. “Healer Mogg?”
            It took what felt like an hour but was in fact only minutes for the Healer to enter the room with a half-eaten sandwich in her hand, hurrying across the office to crouch down in front of the fire.
            “Draco? Sorry, I was having my lunch, what’s wrong?” she asked.
            “Harry’s in labour.”
            “What? But he’s two months early!” Healer Mogg gasped, throwing the remains of her lunch in the bin beside her desk before grabbing her bag. “Step out of the way, Draco, I’m coming through.”
            Draco had no sooner pulled his head from the flames, Jasper aiding him in rising to his feet, when Healer Mogg shot out of the fireplace feet first, skidding across the carpet on her back and leaving a dirty streak of black soot in her wake.
            “Damned soot…” she grumbled, climbing to her feet as she began patting down her stained clothes to get rid of the worst of it. “It get everywhere…”
            Jasper was staring at the mess that had been made of the carpet.
            “A little cleaning spell will sort that out in no time,” Healer Mogg reassured him quickly before turning her piercing gaze on Draco. “Now – take me to Harry.”
            Hurrying through the large house they came upon Harry screaming, his back arching up off of the sofa as his hands clutched desperately at the people gathered around him, tears streaming from his eyes.
            “It’s too soon...please…it’s too soon…” he whimpered as his body finally sagged, like a puppet who’s strings had been severed. His eyes drifted up to Healer Mogg. “Please…don’t let me lose my baby…”
            “Never.”
            Healer Mogg may have spoken softly but her voice was as firm as iron.
            Dropping her bag at her feet she pushed the sleeves of her medi-witches robes up past her elbows before drawing her wand and casting a swift diagnostic on her patients, humming thoughtfully as a red glow rose up from Harry’s stomach.
            After a moment the red glow dimmed.
            “What does that mean?” Harry asked worriedly, his voice trembling.
            “Your baby’s magical core has separated from your own,” Healer Mogg explained, her voice tight as she waved her hand through the glow to disperse it. “Has the baby turned?”
            This question was asked of Carlisle who carefully place his hands underneath Harry’s t-shirt, moving them gently across the stretched skin of his stomach.
            “Yes, I believe it has.”
            “Then we must act quickly,” Healer Mogg announced, her hands resting on her hips. “Harry, your baby is coming today whether you like it or not.”
            Harry whimpered loudly.
            “We must get you to St Mungo’s immediately,” she continued, crouching by her bag and rooting through its contents for a moment before pulling out a large purple luggage label. “Do you have a bag packed?”
            “No…”
            “That’s fine, we’ll just have to send for your things later,” Healer Mogg reassured him as she made quick work of tying the luggage label around his wrist. “I assume you’re boyfriend will be coming with you?”
            Harry nodded.
            “I–”
            Cutting himself off with a loud gasp Harry’s body spasmed from the pain of another brutal contraction, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes even as several people hurried to comfort and soothe him.
            “Take hold of the label,” Healer Mogg ordered Jacob, reaching out to take hold of her bag even as her other hand moved to obey her own order.
            “Wha…why? I don’t…”
            “There will be time for questions later,” Healer Mogg actually snapped, her voice turning sharp for the first time in their acquaintance. “Take hold of the label.”
            Jacob took hold of the label.
            “I’ll send word as soon as I can,” Healer Mogg reassured the group of people gathered anxiously around them before looking down at her patient. “Artichoke.”
            To anyone that hadn’t grown up in the Wizarding World the clear announcement of the word Artichoke seemed completely uncalled for.
            To anyone that had grown up in the Wizarding World what followed the clear announcement of the word Artichoke wasn’t in the least bit surprising.
            Harry, Jacob and Healer Mogg began to spin in front of their eyes, their bodies circling the one thing that connected the three of them – the label.
            They spun faster and faster and faster, their bodies getting smaller and smaller and smaller until suddenly they were gone.
            Silence.
            “…would someone mind telling me what the hell is going on?”
            The stunned voice that finally broke the silence came from the doorway behind them, causing each of them to turn suddenly to face the dishevelled looking man frozen on the spot, blinking at the spot where Harry had previously been lying.
            “Dad…” Bella gasped, her hands gripping her husband’s arm, her nostrils flaring as her senses were assaulted by the scent of blood. “You…you saw that?”
            Charlie Swan nodded, swallowing audibly as his wide eyes remained firmly fixed on the now empty sofa where Harry had previously been lying.
            “What was that?”
            “That was a Portkey, Chief Swan,” Charlie Weasley explained brightly, stepping forwards to offer his hand to the older man and a cheerful smile. “And I’m Charlie Weasley, pleasure to meet you.”
            “Oh, um, yes…” Charlie Swan mumbled, finally looking away and shaking the offered hand. “We’ve…we’ve met before…haven’t we?”
            “I wasn’t sure you’d remember me,” Charlie Weasley chuckled. “I’m Alice’s boyfriend. We met very briefly at your daughter’s wedding.”
            “Right. Of course…and a Portkey is?”
            “It’s a popular form of transportation for Witches and Wizards,” Draco answered, sounding as though he were answering a question at school. “Unlike Apparation which requires a qualification to use safely without splinching any Witch or Wizard can create and use a Portkey using a Portus spell.”
            Bella’s father looked like he was about to be sick.
            “…Witches and…Wizards?” he all but whimpered.
            Draco smiled sympathetically.
            “I’m afraid so.”
            Charlie turned to face his daughter.
            “Is this…are you a…” he struggled with the simple words.
            “No,” Bella answered softly with a shake of her head. “I’m not a witch…”
            Charlie seemed to sag with relief.
            “…I’m…I’m a…”
            The newborn vampire bit her lip nervously, unsure whether or not her father should be exposed to so much of the supernatural world at one time.
            “No – I don’t want to know,” Charlie Swan interrupted somewhat sharply. “My…my brain is still processing the fact that there are Witches and Wizards and people who can turn themselves into wolves…you can’t turn into a wolf, can you?”
            Emmett chuckled deeply.
            “No,” Bella reassured her father. “No, I can’t turn myself into a wolf.”
            The relief in Charlie’s eyes was obvious.
            “But…you are a wizard, Draco?” he pressed on with a slight frown.
            “Yes.”
            “…how long have you been a Wizard?” the older man asked, his voice trembling ever so slightly. “I mean…when did you become one?”
            Draco smiled.
            “It doesn’t work like that,” he answered calmly. “You don’t become a wizard – you’re either born one of you’re not.”
            “So…you’ve always been a Wizard?”
            “Yes.”
            “…and your parents?” Charlie continued, his voice getting a little bit more choked with each question.
            Draco nodded.
            “Harry?”
            Charlie Weasley let out a bark of laughter,
            “Considering he’s just gone into labour? Yes, I think we can conclude that dear little Harry is most definitely a Wizard.”
            Charlie Swan paled drastically.
            “…labour?” he choked, his draw dropping almost comically. “As in…giving birth…to a child…that kind of…labour?”
            Draco couldn’t help but snigger.
            “Yes, that kind of labour,” he answered, a hand coming to rest on his stomach in a less than subtle way. Beside him Jasper smiled. “Male pregnancy is perfectly normal in the Wizarding World.”
            Charlie seemed completely lost for words, his eyes becoming firmly fixed on Draco’s stomach as Jaspers hand came to rest atop his husbands.
            Finally he managed to get out a weak,
            “…are you…?”
            “Yes.”
            For a long moment Charlie could only blink down at Draco’s stomach.
            “Ok, I think that’s enough talk about the Wizarding World for now,” Bella finally interrupted the silence, hurrying over to her father’s side and slipping her arm through his. “How about a drink, dad? Coffee?”
            “…might need something a little stranger than that today, Bells,” her father answered weakly as he finally looked down at her. “What have you got yourself involved with, my girl?”
            Bella smiled, leading him towards the kitchen instead of answering.
            Esme followed.
            “Wait until he meets Renesmee…” Draco chuckled. “Can’t wait to see how he reacts to his half-human, half-vampire granddaughter for the first time.”
            It was smiles all round for a moment, either at the thought of his reaction or simply of the little girl in question and as if summoned by the mere mention of her name the group heard the tell-tale pitter patter of little feet hurrying along the floor directly above them.
            Renesmee flew into the room, throwing her arms around her father’s legs while Teddy, her playmate for the afternoon, hung back with a slight frown.
            “Daddy?”
            His voice quivered and Draco felt his smile vanish in an instant.
Crouching he offered his arms to the little boy.
            “Come here, Teddy,” he ordered softly, catching the little boy when he fell into his arms. Rising up he positioned the toddler on his hip. “Daddy’s had to go to the hospital.”
            “Why?” Teddy asked, his eyes watering as his hair changed from his natural brown which he had been sporting more often lately to a dark grey.
            “You know how daddy as a baby in his tummy?” Draco asked gently.
            Teddy nodded.
            “Well it’s time for the baby to come out of daddy’s tummy so he’s had to go to hospital,” Draco finished softly.
            “Oh…” Teddy mumbled. “Alpha?”
            It took Draco a moment to realise just who the little boy meant.
            “He’s gone to make sure daddy and the baby are ok,” he explained.
            “Why I not go?” Teddy asked tearfully. “They no want me?”
            “Daddy couldn’t take you with him, sweetheart,” Draco murmured, pressing a kiss to the little boys forehead. “He didn’t want you to be frightened so he asked me and Uncle Jasper to look after you.”
            The discussion of how to look after Teddy during the birth had only come up a couple of days ago and everything had still been in the early planning stages, none of them realising how soon they would need to implement their plan.
            “M’not frightened…” Teddy grumbled, rubbing at his eyes. “M’a big boy.”
            “I know you are,” Draco agreed with a fond smile. “You’re a big, brave boy who is going to help me make sure that everything is ready for when Daddy and Alpha bring home your baby brother or sister.”
            Teddy looked doubtful.
            “What? You don’t want to help me redecorate your room?” Draco asked, pretending to be a lot more upset than he really was. “But there’s so much to do…”
            Teddy frowned.
            He didn’t like it when people were upset because of him.
            Sighing deeply, his little shoulder shrugging for extra effect he finally agreed.
            “Ok.”
            “Perfect!” Alice burst out with a merry laugh, bouncing excitedly on the spot as she clasped her hands together above her heart. “Because I may or may not have a tiny little surprise planned…”
            It was Draco’s turn to frown.
            “Alice?” he asked slowly, understandably suspicious of what his friend called a “little surprise” given her current track record. “What have you done?”
            Alice responded brightly, a dazzling smile appearing on her pretty face,
            “Well…I didn’t think it was very practical or…or special enough for them to begin their new life as a family of four under someone else’s roof…especially with how things are in regards to the Pack…or should I say Packs…”
            “Alice, did you buy them a house?” Bella asked softly.
            She, like everyone else in the room, was thinking of the cottage Alice had bought, designed and given to them as part of their wedding present.
            “No,” Alice answered. “Technically we built them a house.”
"...you built them a house?" Draco repeated.
"Yup," Alice responded proudly. “We chose a beautiful spot right out on the edge of our land, deep enough into the woods to ensure their complete and utter privacy. And of course we made sure that the house will be big enough to support a growing family of Shape-Shifters, Wizards and any combination thereof."
"…I can't believe you built them a house," Draco chuckled, shaking his head as he bounced Teddy in his arms. "Harry's going to go mental."
“Well…I mean…with the way that the Pack is split at the moment there is a very good chance that they’ll never be able to return to the Reservation,” Alice explained her thinking remarkably calmly. “And this way they’ll be nice and close by so the children will be able to grow up together!”
Draco couldn’t but smile at the image that sprung to mind, an image of a little boy with platinum blonde hair playing at being Wizards with another little boy who possessed a shocking amount of jet black hair, all the while being guarded by the russet coloured wolf who was being remarkably patient considering there was a little boy with lime green hair painstakingly plaiting his fur.
It was a good image.
            "What about the rest of us?"
Paul's voice came from the door leading out onto the patio and all eyes turned to find the other members of Jacob's Pack standing together, Pansy pressed close to her boyfriend’s side while the others spread out in their usual manner.
"Where are we going to go? Once all of this has calmed down?" Paul continued, gesturing around him to show exactly what he was implying.
Alice giggled.
"Why does that make me more worried than anything else I've heard so far?" Draco wondered out loud, earning a fond scowl from the vampire in question.
"You three won’t be needing anywhere new to stay," she announced calmly.
"Oh?” Leah asked tightly. “And why not, may I ask?"
“As you are no doubt aware I am unable to see any of your futures…” Alice explained calmly. “…but that doesn’t mean I can’t see your mates.”
Seth flinched, his eyes falling to the ground beneath his feet.
"Oh? And just what does that mean for us?" Paul asked.
"Why don't you ask your mate?" Alice suggested.
Paul looked down at the witch currently attached to his side.
"Pansy?" he asked softly, reaching out to stroke her cheek as she pressed herself even more firmly against his side. "What does she mean?"
"I...I was wondering if..." Pansy gulped, visibly stealing herself for something unpleasant. "I was wondering if you wanted to come back home with me?"
Paul frowned softly so Pansy blundered on, unusually flustered,
"Only my mother has written asking me when I'm going to be coming home because I have commitments to keep in the Wizarding World and technically I stand to inherit the Parkinson estate when...I mean...I'm the only heir...no brothers...but I don't want to go anywhere without you and...and that got me thinking about how absolutely wonderful it would be if you came home with me and..."
Paul pressed a finger to her lips, halting her frantic words.
"Breath," he ordered her softly, smiling as she sucked in a lungful of air. "Are you asking me to move in with you? In England?"
"...maybe?" Pansy responded nervously.
Draco smiled.
He could already predict how this was going to end.
"I'd love to."
"...you would?" she gasped. "I just...I didn't think you'd want to...I mean..."
"I can't imagine a more perfect future than spending it with you," Paul murmured softly, cupping her cheeks as he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. "And if returning to England will make you happy then return to England we will. After all, it's not like we won't be able to pop back for a visit, is it?"
Pansy's response was to throw her arms around his shoulders and practically kiss the life out of him, standing on tiptoes in order to be tall enough to reach.
Teddy cheered happily, his previous tears forgotten.
Seth tried not to let his burning jealousy show.
"What if we haven't met our Mates?" Leah asked, folding her arms across her chest as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
"You will do," Alice responded. "Soon."
Leah scoffed.
"...and me?" Seth asked softly, trying to mask the mixture of emotions currently coursing through his veins. "Does my future involve my mate?"
Alice smiled softly across at him.
"Yes," she answered simply. "It does."
Seth felt his heart lurch.
"Soon?" he asked weakly, his voice trembling as his hope rose up above everything else he was struggling with. "Alice?"
Alice nodded.
"Oh...that...that's..." he trailed off, pressing a hand against his stomach in an attempt to get rid of the sick feeling that was growing. “I…I need a moment…”
            Turning on the spot the teenager hurried out of the room, all but stumbling across the balcony before shifting the blink of an eye, jumping over the railings and disappearing into the woods with a tortured howl.
            Leah sighed, worrying her lip between her teeth.
            “Is there something going on with him?” Draco asked softly
            “It’s…complicated…” she responded, flinching ever so slightly under the groups penetrating stare. Only Edward remained emotionless. Turning to Paul she murmured, “We need to get back on patrol.”
            Paul nodded, pressing a kiss to Pansy’s forehead before he and Leah turned and followed the younger shape-shifter at a slightly more sedate pace.
            “So…how about we go and see the house?” Alice suggested brightly.
            “What do you say, Teddy?” Draco asked, rubbing a hand up and down the little boys back. “Shall we go and see the nice new house?”
            Teddy sighed.
            “Ok…”
            In the end Teddy was quite difficult to keep distracted, despite allowing him to be as messy as he wanted to be whilst painting his new room.
            He kept asking for Harry.
            “Not long now, Teddy,” Draco would murmur every now and then, helping Charlie Weasley (who’s use of his now slightly volatile magic was improving day by day) and Pansy get the rest of the house ready. “I’m sure it won’t take much longer.”
            Unfortunately it did.
            Hours passed and all too soon it was time for the mortals to gather in the dining room for their evening meal.
            “Not hungry…” Teddy mumbled, glaring down at his Quidditch themed plate with its matching knife and fork with the arms folded across his chest.
            “Teddy…” Draco sighed, reaching out to smooth back the little boy’s hair.
            Teddy shrugged him off.
            “Want Daddy.”
            And that was about when the screaming started.
            Nothing could calm the little boy.
            Nothing could distract him.
            Every other word was “no” or “daddy” and more often than not was screamed at the top of his remarkably loud voice.
            Bedtime was every bit the nightmare that Draco had silently predicted, Teddy throwing the biggest tantrum he had ever seen complete with kicking and screaming until eventually exhaustion had won out and they were able to get him into his pyjamas and tucked up under the covers.
            If only it was that easy for the rest of them.
            Draco tried to sleep.
            He really did.
            “Hey…” Jasper murmured, shifting his grip on his husband so that he was cradled in his arms. “Harry will be fine. He’s in the best possible hands right now.”
            “I know…” Draco sighed. “I just can’t seem to get my mind to shut up.”
            A kiss was pressed to his mussed up hair.
            “I can help with that.”
            Draco had long since come to the conclusion that his husband’s southern drawl effectively made everything he said ten times sexier so when he actually did say something sexy or suggestive it was practically impossible to resist.
            Unfortunately…
            “Jasper I…” he murmured apologetically. “I’m not really in the mood.”
            Jasper smiled.
            “I wasn’t suggesting sex, my love…” the vampire murmured softly, moving his hand until he was cupping his husband’s jaw, his fingertips resting against his temple. “Let your barriers down for me…let me in…”
            “Oh…”
            Draco’s mental shields fell away almost of their own accord, opening up his mind to the overwhelming feeling of peace coming from his husband’s mind.
            “Sleep, love, I’ll wake you if there’s any news…” he vaguely recognised his husband’s voice before he drifted off into the land of dreams.
            Less than four hours later he was awake once more, a gentle pair of hands giving him a light shake before a kiss was pressed to his forehead.
            “Draco? Draco, Hermione just called,” Jasper murmured, pressing a kiss to his husbands temple. “A boy. Harry had a little boy.”
            Draco sat bolt upright in the bed.
            “A boy?” he demanded, quickly brushing the sleep from his eyes. “Is he ok? Are they ok? Does he need anything?”
            “Harry is fine, Draco…” Jasper hurried to reassure him, his cool hands resting on his husband’s trembling shoulders. “…but the baby is a little small so they’re going to keep him in the hospital for a few days…”
            “Small?” Draco gasped, his eyes going wide. “How small?”
            “4lb 8oz.”
            “…that sounds really small…” Draco whimpered, a feeling of dread pooling in his stomach. “What does that mean? Will the baby be ok?”
            “The baby will be fine,” Jasper reassured him firmly. “The hospital will just keep him in until he’s a little bit bigger and a little bit stronger.”
            “Are you sure?” Draco asked.
            “Yes,” Jasper responded, cupping his husband’s cheeks gently so that his thumbs could wipe away the wetness Draco hadn’t even realised had built up along his lower lashes. “Even in the muggle world being premature isn’t the death sentence it once was. The baby will be fine.”
            Draco’s body literally sagged with relief.
            The baby was going to be fine.
            “I can’t wait to tell Teddy the good news…” he sighed happily, snuggling into his husband’s firm embrace. “He’s going to be so excited…”

A/N Welcome to the world James Sirius Potter! Yay! And just in time for my wedding in that dreaded place called real life! As such updates may be a little bit more delayed than usual thanks to the sheer craziness of the next few weeks. Comments/Suggestions welcome as always. Marblez x

A/N I am not a Doctor – never have been, never will be. So any and all medical information used in this chapter has been sourced from Google. Just so you know. X
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