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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: This is nearly done, so of course, I've started a new story. Oh, joy. More distractions from important stuff, and lots of gratuitous sex to write about. My new story, which I'm including a teaser at the end of this chapter for, is going under M/M, but since the pairings are not set, I'm not sure which subheading to put it under. I've thought about making it Harry/Snape, or Harry/Ron, but I don't know for sure. I'd love some advice, but I'm not asking for it. That might be against the rules.

thrnbrooke: Al learned his lesson. But, will the others?

Unneeded: Nope, not Nigel. This kid is gonna get a touch of cool. I like this new name, so no griping, okay? It says class, and reminds me of Ledger. So, on with the update.

Chapter Sixteen: Sissy and . . . Nigel?

Draco woke early Monday morning to the sound of a baby crying and he shifted out from under the sleepy brunet. He waved the closest wand, turning off the alarm and headed out, grabbing a dressing gown from the closet as he went. Down the stairs, he found the crying was coming from a side office, and he slipped inside. The two tiny babies were settled into transfigured cribs, adequately safe, and spelled not to wake each other with their crying. The little red haired girl was sleeping peacefully, while the boy was wailing to raise the dead.

Draco stopped in front of him and looked at him askance. “What do you need, little guy?” he asked dipping his hand into the back of the blankets like he’d seen Astoria do on occasions that he’d managed to be there when she was attending to little Scorpius. He found nothing of note, so he looked around and found a tiny toy broom that rattled when he lifted it. Stan looked at it, but proceeded to cry some more a second later.

“I’ll bet you are hungry, right?” he asked, looking around as he put the rattle down. “No food in here, huh? Well, then. Let’s go see what Harry has in the kitchen, shall we?” he slid his hands into the crib again, collecting Stan and lifting him up into his unsure arms. “Now, I’m not real good with babies, because the wife didn’t let me hold my son when he was little, but I’ll do my best. Okay?” he asked as they headed out the door.

Stan fussed, but stop his high pitched wail as he was held and carried. Draco was half-way across the living room when a thought came to him. “You were that greasy night bus driver! You don’t look like him and I don’t think that you have to be treated like he was. I think the important thing is that we think of you as a baby, not a changed man. How does that sound to you?” He had reached the kitchen and his words caught up with him. “And I should start by not talking to you like you understand me. Right Stan?” the name caused his nose to crinkle and he held the baby away from himself for a minute. “Stan? What a name. Why would anyone name a cute little baby that? I can’t call you Stan!”

The kitchen was well stocked and Draco managed to find the bottle of formula in the fridge, and after casting a warming spell, that made the bottle feel pleasant in his hands, he sat down on the couch by the fireplace. “This feels right, but I remember my wife doing something that you’ll probably find funny.” He said as he tipped the bottle and it squirted onto his wrist. It felt warm, but not too warm, and he smiled at the tiny boy. “Hey, it works.” He said offering the nipple to the tiny mouth that latched onto it and sucked contentedly.

“What shall we call you? We can keep it a secret if you like, but I will consider it a knickname. Let’s see. You aren’t a Black, so constellations are out. But, you are living in the home of the Black heir, so maybe not. You aren’t my son, nor are you Harry’s, but with us caring for you, and responsible for your physical, emotional and mental health, I think we can be like uncles. So, if you were my nephew, what would I call you?” he mused on this while the baby drained his bottle and when it was done, Draco put it on the coffee table and smiled at the little narrow face. “I have an idea. You look like a cousin of my father’s. His name was Heathrow. How do you like that? Heath Potter. I think it fits you.”

“So do I.” came a voice from the stairs. Harry stood there, with a pair of plaid boxers on, and Draco smiled at the sight. “You look good with him.”

“You look good, too. But now is no time for that.” Draco teased and Harry looked down.

“Heath, huh? Not what George thought you’d call him, but better than Copernicus or Nigel”

“Copernicus? Nigel? What are you going on about, Potter?”

“George Weasley was ribbing me about his name the other day. He had one suggestion that sounded like you had come up with it, and I told him so. He has some odd ideas about you, I guess.” Harry paraphrased.

“I actually had an uncle name Copernicus. A crusty, randy old git. Mother hated him. I’d never name a child after that old curmudgeon.” Draco said smiling down at the fidgeting baby. “What’s wrong with him, now?” he asked afraid that the antics would cause the child harm.

“He probably has gas. Hold him up, over your shoulder, and rub his back. It works.” Harry suggested and Draco followed the instruction, bringing up a massive sounding, as close to his ear as it was, burp from the tiny baby.

“That was amazing. How did you know that?” he asked, still rubbing the baby’s back, afraid that the process might repeat. Harry smiled and held up five fingers. “Oh, yes. I guess that would do it. Experience is a good teacher. I doubt I would manage it at all. I was rubbish with Scorpius when he was a baby. Astoria told me in no uncertain terms. I held him wrong, spoke too grown-up for him, didn’t keep him bundled up tightly enough. Rubbish. But, I wanted to see him, and feel that he was real. I wanted him to know how he made me feel. So, I’d unwrap him, pick him up, hold him and talk to him. I probably caused him so many flaws. Ruined him, I’m sure. I wouldn’t be surprised if that was why she couldn’t come to care about us now.”

“Draco? Is that what she told you? That you ruined your son? Draco, I’ve met Scorpius. He’s a great kid and Albus’ best friend. He’s smart, probably because you talked to him and told him things. He’s athletic and strong, not like that little girl that the boys keep talking about, all sickly and frail, because you gave him attention and played with him, helping him to grow-up right. No one is a perfect father, especially with their first child. But, look at you now. He’s asleep.” Harry had sat next to him and was leaning back to see the line of drool that was leaking from the sleeping baby’s mouth onto Draco’s shoulder. “Why are you wearing this?” Harry asked, changing the subject.

“It was in your closet. I grabbed it, because it was easier than finding my clothes and I wanted to let you sleep. You looked so tired.” Draco asked smoothing out the satiny fabric. “It’s very nice, too.”

“You like it?” Harry asked and Draco smiled and nodded. The gown had been a gift for Ginny, that she hadn’t cared for, from Charlie and Percy. It was not lacy, or frilly, had no bows or patterns, and Ginny had called it plain. Harry thought the fabric seemed elegant enough to carry it, but had not argued when she hung it in the area that they considered his. Now, on Draco, he saw that the design was just not girly enough for his wife and that was why she rejected it. “You keep it.” Harry said and Draco tilted his head. “I like it on you. I want you to have it. You can use it here, if you like. Any time you come over.”

“Thank you, Harry. I appreciate it.” Draco answered and they both found their eyes caught. Harry cleared his throat and reached for Stan.

“Let me put him back, and make sure Sissy is settled. Come on, Heath. Back to bed.”

Harry returned so fast that Draco had not even managed to rise, and he quickly found himself pinned to the sofa. “There is very rarely this much quiet here. I’ve learned to take advantage of it when I can.” Harry spoke softly and soon had the robe opened and spread across the upholstery. “Even better. I really like this on you, or mostly off of you.” Harry dove in to begin tasting every inch of Draco’s skin.

The blond realized where this was headed and refused to give Harry the upper hand, so he grabbed the fabric that covered his lover and pulled him free. Two could play at this game, and he was still Harry's rival, so he licked a line of skin the length of Harry's shoulder to his neck and left a wet trail in his wake.

Harry shuddered and pulled back, stripping off what was left of their clothing and pulling the blond on top of him. They kissed heatedly, tangling up in their discarded clothing, frantic for more and consumed by renewal of their passion.

Draco looked down at his lover, prone beneath him, and rose up on his knees. He got into position, angled himself perfectly, and lowered onto Potter's ready cock. He impaled himself neatly, efficiently Harry might call it, and slowly. When he was completely full of the Chosen-One's chosen meat, he sighed and leaned down, initiating another kiss with Harry, who was understandably glassy-eyed. "I love you." Draco mouthed and Harry gasped in response.

"Oh, Merlin! I love you, too." Harry returned, pulling back and spearing the blond again.

"It's not logical, or smart, either." Draco said, lifting on his knees to drop in conjunction to Harry's moves.

"No, it's not. Who said it had to be?" Harry didn't know why they were talking, but the words kept flowing out. He was moving faster, or was that Draco, and he had broken out in a sheen of sweat.

"So, what do we do?" Draco asked, but it did not sound like a question. They had reached that fevered pitch where words should have been impossible, but the blond repeated, "What do we do, Har-ry!" as he climaxed.

Harry followed behind, four maybe five thrust further, and to him only one word was necessary. "Fuck!"

Sweat soaked and sated, tired and panting, they lay there for several minutes in the silence, then Draco lifted his head and looked down at his lover. "Fuck? That's your answer?"

"No," Harry responded, petting down the stray blond hair that had escaped Draco's normally smooth exterior. "No, that was just passion. What do we do, huh? I don't know, but I don't want to give you up. When Ginny is restored, I plan to ask her for a divorce. I want you, now. Can you see us together, in the distant future?"

"I can, if I try real hard. It's difficult to see us together now, Potter. Think about that. But, here we are."

"Then, do that. Think real hard, because I'm gonna make it happen."

Lucius was agitated and Narcissa reached up to grab his sleeve as he paced by her. “Sit down. You can't make it better by working yourself into a snit.”

“I do not snit!” the blond man said, but his wife snorted and combed her fingers through his hair, smiling and cooing at him. “Well, not usually. I'm just bothered by the debt we owe Potter. I wanted to solve this problem and then take you on that trip. It was supposed to be our chance to do the things we never got to.”

“And we will. You'll see. Now, when is Harry due to arrive?”

“Noon. Draco invited him for lunch.”

“So, you have a few hours to prepare. Don't worry about debts. Lucius, it will all even out.”

“I don't like trading your debt for mine. It's not right, and you might need that someday.”

“If I had, I would have called it in. We almost went to our graves with it unfilled, so this way all the loose ends are tied up.” She kissed his cheek and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Are you going to tell him about the horcruxs?”

Lucius looked down at her and nodded. “It will make things easier. It's almost like fate had a hand in things, after all. Well, other than my part in passing the book to the Weasley girl, but I couldn't know what it would do. I only knew what it told me.”

“I think he'll understand. Just tell him the truth. It works with Gryffindors, Dear.”

“Yes. I better get my papers in order, so I can show Potter what I've found and back it up. I won't be accused of making this up, not from him.”

Narcissa smiled as he rose and stormed out of the room. The fire was back in his step and he was focused again. It would be all right, it had to be.

“So, it was the horcrux, or the time spent in possession of it, that caused the aging and mental breakdown? You and Mrs. Malfoy got old before your time, because you had the diary for so long?. Bellatrix went nuts because she would drink from the goblet? And, Ginny was jealous and cranky, neglectful and distrusting, because of the association with the spirit of Tom in the diary, too?” Harry sighed when he finished summing it up, and Lucius nodded.

“If we could reverse the effects of the water, it would put everyone back where they were. Even you had some residual effects from your time with those artifacts. It's like the curse that you told me about, that was killing Dumbledore. It was faster with him, since he was already old. With you and your wife, it was slower, due to your youth. Cissy and I had been with the thing longer, but we got it when we were young, as well. Draco went into the room where it was kept a lot, so he must have touched it at some time. His aging was out of proportion to his magic, too. I think you may find that your friends are feeling the effects of the cursed items, also. It would be justified to allow them a tiny portion of the fountain's magic, just to offset that effect.”

“Give it to Ron and Hermione? I don't know. But, you're sure, about the cure?”

“There is no cure, Mr. Potter. It is magic too strong for anyone in our time, and it was created by two of the founders. No one will be able to restore your wife, but this may be for the best.”

“For the best? How's that?”

“She can grow up without the war. Without ever knowing about the evil that was the Dark Lord. She'll never have touched that accursed diary and never been to the chamber. It's a fresh start.”

“I can't raise my wife in the same home as her children.”

“Then, you need to decide who can.” Lucius patted his arm in sympathy, and rose to leave, but Harry grabbed his sleeve and stopped him. The action, so like the way his wife had gotten his attention, caused him to allow the younger man the familiarity.

“I think I know someone. I've got to talk to her brothers, but I may need you and Draco to gauge a dose of water for me. Tell Draco I'll be back, and I'm sorry I missed lunch. This can't wait.”

Harry rose and left the man alone with his countenance. It was odd that the subject of his debt had never entered the conversation.

Ron held his sister as Harry explained to the other Weasleys about the fountain and the accident of her dosing. He added the information from Lucius and waited as they took in the news and reacted. Most with less anger and more concern, but all with strong emotions. It was their only sister that was lost to them, and they all had memories of the Ginny that was gone, not the baby that was left.

“So, you want to drop her on us, now that things have gone wrong?” Bill asked, but Harry shook his head.

“No, that's not it. I want you to help me decide what is best for her. I'll have to tell James, Albus and Lily, and I don't think it's a good idea for them to live with her, like she is. I don't want to abandon her, but I don't want her to grow up and hear her children talking, finding out about this when she's just about to return to Hogwarts, or something.”

“So, what are you suggesting, Mate?” Ron asked, passing the tiny baby to Charlie.

“I think the best one to raise her, again, is her father.”

“Dad is in no condition to raise anyone. He can't even take care of himself.” Percy argued.

“Not now, he can't. But, if he were twenty or so years younger?” Harry asked and the brothers went silent. “I have some of the fountain's water left. I'll only give him what is safe. Just enough to make him young enough to raise a baby. But, he's not able to agree to it, so it's got to be you. All of you need to decide.”

Harry took Sissy back, rocking her and striding out of the room so her brothers could discuss this turn of events. Before he left, he said one more thing, “Remember, she won't know who you were, what you know, but you'll always have that.”

He was in the garden when Hermione came out and stood next to him. “It's not my decision either. I've come to tell you that I think you are right, but I won't interfere with whatever they decide. If they don't want to let Arthur do it, Ron and I can take her. It would be like we had another little one, and there are two of us to raise her.”

“I appreciate that, Hermione. You should know that I'm gonna keep Heath. That's what we're calling Stan, now. I'm gonna raise him like my own, and I think I'll have some help with him, too.”

“Oh? That's rather sudden. Anyone I know?”

“Draco.” Harry waited, smiling down at Sissy while Hermione was silent. He finally looked up to see her smiling at him. “You're not surprised?”

“I thought you realized that we were friends. After all we've been through, nothing would surprise me, Harry Potter. So, tell me everything.”

Arthur sat silently in his chair, staring at a spot on the floor. He had no reaction when Lucius came in through the floo, followed by his son, and continued to stare vacantly as his sons greeted the Malfoys mechanically. It was after Lucius handed the cup to Harry, told him how much of the water to add to what it held, and the six young Weasleys coaxed it down his throat that he looked up. His eyes lost their glassy expression and his hair thickened and filled with the ginger color that his family was famous for.

“Lucius? What are you doing in my . . . eh, Harry's living room?”

“I've come to offer you a truce. My family is ready to bury a century long feud and live in peace, finally. Will you take my hand, Arthur Weasley, Lord of the Weasley family?”

Arthur looked up, at the eager faces of his sons, and thought they must want this as much as the Malfoy boy, who was standing very close to Harry, behind Ron. He reached up, took the hand of the blond and rose to his feet for the first time in five years. They shook firmly and then Lucius made his exit. It was sudden and surprising, but his sons looked pleased with him, so he smiled at them, and the other two.

“So, what's going on boys?”

“Mr. Weasley, Dad. I have to tell you something, and I think you should sit down first.” Harry led him to the couch and the rest of the gathering found chairs nearby. “It started with a horcrux . . .”

Draco laughed at his lover, following Arthur with one pram,while Ron pushed the other, and they maneuvered through the crowd in Diagon Alley until they entered Wrongnat's Little Witches and Wizards. Harry was having trouble keeping up with the rejuvenated older man, and grumbling about Malfoys and their tendency to overdo things.

“We gave him just the amount you wanted. Is it my fault that you are out of shape?” Draco teased as Arthur ordered everything he would need to outfit a perfect nursery, from the experience of a father of seven, and put it on Harry's tab. It was the agreement they had made, to ease the other man into his new life of re-raising his youngest child. The man discovered that he liked spending other people's money.

“If only there was a job I could get doing this.” he speculated as the clerk tallied up his supplies and Draco called one of the Malfoy elves to deliver it. They had offered the use of the elf for the first three years, as extra payment toward their debts, and Harry convinced Arthur to accept. He found he like having the little beast around, too.

Though he missed his wife, he had already mourned Molly many years before, and now he had a small child to keep him busy and could not dwell on the past. He threw himself into the task with a fury, intending to protect little Sissy, as he had failed with Ginny.

The entire family decided to keep her new name, to honor the memory of the woman that was now lost to them. They even erected a memorial stone in the family plot, concocted a believable ruse for her nieces and nephews, and Sissy Weasley was officially born.

Harry still planned to tell his children the truth, but they would understand the family's reasons, eventually.

When the nursery in Arthur's cottage, since he was easily convinced to take the child to an old Weasley family home and abandon the burrow to Percy's care, was fully stocked and decorated, Harry flooed home with Draco, Heath, Maggie and Fred, and they spent the rest of the weekend in his bedroom or playing with the three babies.

Draco was becoming more comfortable with the twins, and Heath loved the blond man. Harry teasingly started to call him Heathrow Malfoy, and Draco raised an eyebrow only once. It sounded better than Potter, after all.

“I want to tell the children over the Hols. Tell them everything. All of them.”

Draco looked up from the giggling baby boy to see Harry watching him critically. They sat on the carpeted floor of his living room, Maggie and Fred throwing stuffed toys at each other on in the corner and Heath kicking his feet to encourage Draco to tickle him some more. The blond nodded and leaned closer to place a kiss on Harry's lips. “Then, we should plan to spend it together, so we can tell them all at once.”

Harry laughed, which got his toddlers' attention and they tackled him almost immediately.

And here's the teaser:

365 Days (1 year)

A year after Voldemort won the battle of Hogwarts, by killing Harry, life has not been the same. Some people suffer a fate worse than death. For all who were mad that J.K. killed your favorites. Here's an alternate universe where they live:

Warnings include:M/M, F/M, Preg, Abuse, BM, Tort, NonCons, Slave, D/s, CBT, Oral, Anal, Bigotry, Abortion, Voyeurism, Eugenics, and others that may be added at a later chapter.

(1/3 of) Chapter One: After The Battle

The eerily silent Platform 9 ¾, that followed the retreat of Dumbledore, closed in around Harry and he felt a wash of claustrophobia. He started walking, not caring which direction he chose, but just wanting to get as far away from the white washed version of the train station as he could. He walked for so long that he could no longer see the walls and tracks, in fact, he was not inside any longer. He trudged through a marsh that saturated his feet and legs, bogged down his shoes and kept him from making swift progress.

That was the easy part, too. The desert that followed, with long flowing dunes and blazing sun, and the glacier were even worse.

Harry walked for days it seemed. He could hardly tell time, since the suns and moons of this place were inconsistent to his memory of real earth. He walked until he was tired, which wasn’t too soon, and then he rested. He got up and walked when he was ready and kept on. He had to figure out how to get back to Hogwarts, to get back and defeat the Dark Lord.

Severus lay on the dirty floor of the shrieking shack and waited for his end. He welcomed death, the release from his life of torment and abuse. He wanted to join Lily, even if he had to share her with Potter in the after life, it was better than remaining here alone. He had done his duty, even sending Lily’s son to his death at the hands of his Lord, on the command of his other master. He would tell her what had happened and maybe they would confront Albus in the world behind the veil.

Just as he was about to breathe his last, when he could feel the snake’s poison reaching his arteries and heading for his heart, the air around him shimmered and coalesced into the form of He-who-must-not-be-named.

Voldemort knelt beside him and pulled something out of his robes. He pressed it to Severus‘ lips and forced it down his throat. This he followed with a vial of potion the potions master recognized as a blood replenishing one, and another that had a more sinister use. These went into his body and forced him to live, and to do so in a way that made his previous torment seem like a vacation.

"You didn’t think I was going to abandon you, did you? I’ve defeated you, so I am now the Master of the wand, and you are my slave. Now you won’t be doing any spying on me. You are mine, completely. Get up, Severus. Get up and come with me. We have a war to win, and then we can celebrate." The Dark Lord stood up, moved away and watched the man obey his commands. His laughter echoed in the ears of those who were within hearing distance and sent shivers up their spines.

Remus lay in his own blood, his hand holding onto his wife’s as he watched her fading away. Her body was broken, twisted in a way that hurt him to see, and her eyes were becoming glassy. He was glad that she would go first, so she would not be forced to watch him die. It was a blessing of sorts.

As he lost consciousness, he heard the sound of apparation and smelled the perfume of their home, a blend of lilacs and narcissus that Andromeda made herself in her potions lab. It was a good way to die.

He did not see the woman, his mother-in-law, as she appeared behind the rubble of the wall that had been blasted by the Lestrange brothers, nor did he see the old elf that held her hand and waved away the debris that separated her from her family. He was not aware of their rescue for many days, and then he would forget it again, so what did it matter?

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