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The Auror and the Fountain	By : wherdatcomfrom Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Okay, this is a quick update, to test my theory about that whole wall of text issue.

thrnbrooke: Thanks. Ginny and Stan will always have hope, but let's not get ahead of the story, kay?

unneeded: Let's just see what Albus saw, and and what he does with it, and how Harry deals with that. The well is gone, so to speak, but the effects remain. I'm still updating, though the Tom Riddle story has hit some logistic snags that need ironing out. I am researching historical dates, believe it or not. I got to read up on Hitler and all that stuff.

Chapter Fifteen: Shopping with a Teenage Girl

The four wizards shook hands and parted, leaving behind Harry and Romgold. The goblin looked annoyed, though Harry had never seen him look any other way. "Thank you, again." The wizard said.

"Thanks are not necessary. Have you arranged for my payment?" the goblin asked.

"Ron is waiting at your home. He has the amulet and I have sent him the password." Harry told him. Before he could say anymore, Romgold had apparated away. Harry shook his head then took himself home.

He had promised to take Lily and James to Diagon Alley for clothes, to augment their wardrobe at school. Without Ginny to take them, he was stuck for it, and there hadn't been time before the school year had begun. Lily was thirteen and Harry had less patience for her shopping habits than her mother had. He had been sent home by Gin when she and Lily had been shopping for bathing suits at the beginning of the summer.

James was waiting downstairs when his father came home, reading a book, while Albus played with the twins, only giving his father an odd look when he came in. Agatha was feeding Sissy in the kitchen and Stan was asleep. Lily was upstairs, getting ready to go. Harry tensed when he looked at his oldest son.

"She's pulled everything out of her cupboard and spread it around her room. What difference does it make what she wears to buy clothes, Dad?" James asked and Harry sighed.

"It makes a difference to her, Son. Please be patient with Lily, today. Alright, James?" Harry begged. James shrugged and looked away, so his father was wary. "I'll expect you to act like an adult today, James. You are a Prefect, after all." he reminded the boy.

"I'll behave; just get her to hurry up. It's bad enough we have to do this with all the little ones along." James whined.

"Oh, they'll be good. Won't you, Fred and Maggie? You are my special pair, aren't you?" The man cooed to the twins as Albus rolled his eyes.

"You aren't going to say things like that at Diagon Alley, are you Dad?" the young Ravenclaw said.

"Only, if you provoke me, Button." Harry teased.

"Dad! You promised never to call me that again! You promised!" Albus cried.

Harry laughed and roughed up the fourteen-year-old's hair. "Lily," Harry called directing his voice with a wandless spell to carry up the stairs at full strength. "Let's go, Dear."

Diagon Alley had grown since the war, many new shops opening and others closing for a while, only to be reopened after renovations were made. The loss of Fred had caused George to shut down for a bit, but Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes had reopened with a flourish. The children always convinced him to stop in and see their favorite uncle when they were in the Alley.

George was the least effected by age, out of all of the brothers. Almost as if he planned to live out his lifetime, as well as Fred's. As if this weren't enough, whenever children were around George seemed younger. "There are my little Darlings. Come give Uncle George a hug and have a sweet!" he called out to them as they came through the doors. George's wife, Angelina, had blessed him with four children, a boy Fred (a 2nd year, Gryffindor), and a girl Roxanne (a 1st year, Gryffindor), and twins, Paul and Barry(4-years-old, last August).

Harry pushed the two prams, as his older children ran up to the man, wrapping around him and cuddling him tight. James pulled away first, anxiously looking around for any of his friends. It was unlikely that he would be caught, as few students would be here, so early in the school year, but Harry had to smile at his sixteen-year-old son. George patted him, jovially, before handing out sweets."Harry! There's my Mag-pie and Little Freddie Potter. Ooh, who's this?" George sang out, squatting in front of the strollers. It had been a little confusing, at first, when George's son was born and named after the other twin, then later Harry had named his youngest this as well, but George's son was now twelve, and there was no way that you could look at the twins and not see the eyes of George's lost brother, looking back at you.

"It's a long story, actually. We call her Sissy, and him Stan." Harry explained.

"They're just precious, but Harry . . .Stan? Sounds like a nerd in the making. He'll be picked on worse than Neville in his first year at Hogwarts." George teased. "Why not something classier?"

"What do you suggest?" Harry returned sarcastically. "That's his name."

"Poor kid. Tell Uncle Harry to give you a great name. Tell him to call you . . . eh, Nigel. Like Collins' friend from school. You like that, dontcha?" George said to the baby next to Gin. He was rewarded by the boy grabbing hold of his finger and pulling it to him. "Yea, he likes it."

"Nigel? George, I can't call him something as pompous sounding as Nigel. That's a pure blood name. A name like that would be more fitting of a Longbottom, or a . . . a Malfoy." Harry argued. George looked up from the babies and shook his head.

"Ridiculous, Harry. Malfoy would call him Capernicous or Jupiter. Nigel is a great name. Classy, but usable." The baby blinked his eyes open, trying to focus on the ginger-haired man in front of him. "Nigel is perfect. And speaking of perfect, Sissy was a great choice for her. Why, she even looks a bit like Ginny did." George was tickling Sissy under her chin when he realized what he had said. He frowned, disentangled his finger, and rose. "Sorry, Harry. Hermione told me about Gin. She'll be alright, Mate. She'll cool off, figure out what she's missing, and come home again."

"What did Hermione tell you?" Harry asked his brow furrowed.

"She took off on ya. Heard you two been fighting a bit." George said.

"Things have been awkward, but I promise to make it right. Can we leave it at that, George?" Harry begged.

"I'm good with that. So, what's the plan today, mates?" the last of the Weasley twins asked of his niece and nephews.

"We're going to buy clothes." James sighed.

"I need something to keep me from sticking out at the social events this year." Lily exclaimed.

George was a bit taken aback, though he hid it well. "We can't have our little princess looking shabby at the ball, now can we Harry?"

Harry nodded and James sighed dramatically.

Madame Malkins was fine for school robes and items required for attendance at Hogwarts. They specialized in quidditch uniforms, house specific clothing, swim trunks and suits, aprons for herbology, pointy hats and book bags. But, Lily wasn't searching for any of these things. What the eldest of Harry's daughters wanted was only to be found at House of DeLecour, a trendy little shop, recently opened by Fleur's little sister, Gabrielle.

There were only three racks in the shop, and these were only partially filled. The wall behind the racks displayed several moving pictures of models in some of the clothing Gabrielle offered. There were seven posters, which changed from one model to another as you watched. Lily was immediately mesmerized by one.

Gabrielle had several attendants, but when she heard Harry's voice, she emerged from behind a wall fresco and took over the task of outfitting Lily in the perfect outfits. By the time she was finished, Lily had a complete new wardrobe that was stylish, but not outlandish, fit her needs, made her look slightly older, but didn't give her father apoplectic fits about his baby flaunting herself in inappropriate ways. The woman was a genius with clothing. The bill was stiff, but Harry knew he'd pay twice that to keep his family happy, so he gave the parchment a swish with his wand and it was sent on to Gringotts to be paid in full. This leg of their trip was complete and the clothing would be sent home to be parceled out and sent on to Hogwarts or hung up in Lily's closet.

Next stop, Quality Quidditch Supplies, to have a look at some new brooms.

James was the captain, and keeper, for his house team and Lily had been made a back up chaser. Albus and Scorpius were both on the Ravenclaw team, Draco's son as keeper and Albus as seeker. The man was so pleased that he intended to get each child a new broom as a reward and they set out to claim these now.

In the years since the war, several new companies had opened with special designs for racing brooms, game brooms and stylized brooms that were meant to use in trick flying, moves that were so dangerous that only the best flyers would dare them required a different kind of broom design to enable the witch or wizard to be as safe as possible when performing. There were yearly shows that were put on to compete for trophies, awards and prizes, and they were very competitive and dangerous. No loss of life had been attributed to them, as yet, but injuries were commonplace.

Albus stood near the prams as Lily and James rushed over to the Cleansweep wall. Harry looked down at his son's head and said, "Don't you want a new broom, Albus?"

"Sure." the boy replied, but he made no move to check them out.

"Is there something bothering you, Son?" Harry asked.

Albus had kept his eyes diverted, and when he answered, he didn't make a move to look up. "Yes, there is."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I do." Albus said slowly.

"Now?" Harry asked, but the boy shook his head. "Later?" Harry asked and Albus let his chin drop and rise, giving a slow and painful looking nod. "After your brother and sister go back, then?" Harry added.

"That would be good." Albus offered and Harry tried to smile. His son had still not looked at him since they'd left to come shopping and it hurt that their usual closeness seemed strained. "I'd like to go look at the brooms in The Broom Closet." Albus added.

"That's a great idea. James, Lily? Let's go over to The Broom Closet." he called and the other two snapped to attention, rushing back and helping their father to roll the babies out of the store.

The newest addition to Diagon Alley, or rather Devotion Alley, a new cut out lane that connected near the bank, was The Broom Closet, a swank new shop that was devoted to only brooms, all brooms and every broom that was currently made, and even some that were no longer in production and hard or nearly impossible to get. No child would pass up the opportunity to go there. The clerk at Quality Quidditch sighed as his clients went out the door. Harry leaned over and said, "I'll be back later to pick up some bats and a set of quidditch balls. Pick out the best, two complete sets for me, won't you?"

Yes, Mr. Potter. I mean, Auror Potter. I'll have them ready. Beater Bats?" the clerk asked.

"Yes. I want enough to outfit both the Ravenclaw Team and the Gryffindors with all new. I'll come by later." Harry said and the young man beamed.

When they left The Broom Closet, James was hefting a shiny red Scarlet Falcon and Lily sported a matching, but smaller and more agile, Scarlet Hawk, while Albus carried his new Phantom Phlyer, a bronze shaft with black bristles and strung with blue wires. They arrived home tired and relaxed, other than Albus, and the two Gryffindors were quickly packed up and heading back to school. James even hugged his father as he helped carry Lily's new broom for his sister, who insisted she had to personally take her new clothes to her dorm. James would no doubt be hoisting that trunk as well before they arrived. "Thanks, Dad. It was fun, after all." the boy said just before the green flames rose to take him away.

Albus waited impatiently as Harry settled Fred and Maggie on a blanket full of toys and put the two tiny babies into bassinets to sleep. Harry sat on the couch and watched as his second son paced back and forth in front of him, trying to gather the words he needed to say. Harry took pity on him, "You found out something that's bothering you, and you don't know how to ask me about it? Just do it. Pull the band-aid off quickly, Son."

"Band-aid? What?" Albus asked, never having learned of the muggle plasters. "Dad, I have no idea what that is, but I think I know what you meant by it. Here goes." He took a deep breath. "I know you and Scorpius' dad are . . . . are . . ."

"Seeing each other? Dating? Sleeping together?" Harry offered and Albus sighed and shrunk down two full sizes.

"Yes, all of it. Why didn't you tell us? What was so terrible that you lied to us about it?" Albus was on a tirade, so Harry had to cut him off.

"Wait just one minute, Albus Severus! First of all, I didn't lie to you about Draco and me. I didn't tell you, or your brother or sister, because we've only been at it for a bit, and we aren't even sure what it all means. Second, it's not terrible, but it is private. When two people start dating, they have a lot to find out about each other, and bringing in everyone they know makes it even harder to share some things, especially private time together. I had planned to speak with you and your siblings, but after Draco and I decided what all we wanted from each other. Scorpius would have to be included in this, as well. So, what are you going to do with your knowledge, my little Ravenclaw?" Harry needed to know what his and Draco's next step might entail.

"I haven't told him, so don't worry. I haven't told anyone. Knowledge is power, and we learn young how to deal with that in Ravenclaw House. I stored this for future use, and I'll only bring it out if I think it's needed. This is family knowledge and it's for family only. What are you going to do?" Albus asked.

"I'll talk to Draco and then let you know. How's that sound?" Harry asked.

"Okay. I was wondering, since it's Saturday, can I stay here tonight? I don't feel like being around the other kids right now." Harry smiled and nodded. "Great. I think I'll go test my new broom at the pitch out back."

"Better yet, why don't I call Agatha, and you and I can go back and pick up the quidditch sets I ordered for you house teams?" Harry asked and Albus grinned from ear to ear.

"Maybe you could invite Mr. Malfoy to come along?" Albus suggested with a sly wink. Harry barely controlled the blush that rose at his son's suggesting. This called for a responding parry.

"Great idea, Albus. I'll just go and owl him. I'm sure he's free, or he'll make arrangements to be, for me." Harry's eyebrows rose and Albus was less successful at controlling his blush.
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