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The First Great Fan- An Epilogue	By : wherdatcomfrom Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9427 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Eighteen: The Bad Baby Dreams and Waking Nightmares

Harry had begun having nightmares, strange dreams where he was trapped in an open topped cage, all alone and in a dark room. He called out to his captors, but they rarely came and seemed to be more frightened of him than he was of them. He was hungry, thirsty and uncomfortable and this made him angry, as well as scared. He woke from these dreams crying out and flailing his arms and legs. Most of the time, he had already woken Draco before it startled him awake.

What Harry didn’t know was that Draco was having similar dreams, and so were various others. Harry’s were just the most vivid.

After weeks of this, Harry finally told Draco what he’d been dreaming and his lover confessed that he had been experiencing the same thing. They decided to try to figure out what the dreams meant. Harry dragged Draco to Ron and Hermione’s to talk to the young witch.

“And I feel so helpless in the dream, like I’m just so young and weak I don’t know what to do.” Harry explained.

“Like you’re young? Like a child?” she asked, looking at Harry and then to the blond.

“Yes, Granger, like a child. It feels like I am too young to escape and need someone. I remember feeling something like that when I was sick once and wanted my mother to come to the school. It’s a wish to have a protector come to save me.” Draco said in an unlikely show of insight. He surprised himself by telling all this to the muggleborn witch.

“It sounds like it’s some transferred dream from a very powerful wizard or witch. Some immature magic that is calling out to you?” She conjectured.

“But, why us?” Harry asked.

“I wonder if it might be the baby that someone may have created with that sperm magic.” Hermione suggested.

“Impossible, Granger. It was only six months ago. Even in the case of very powerful children, immature magic can’t start before birth.” Draco scoffed.

“Look, Malfoy. It was just a guess. And in case you haven’t heard, Ron and I have been married for nearly that long, so kindly remember that my name is Hermione Weasley.” She snapped.

“Sorry, Weaslette. I didn’t know you were so thin-skinned. After how intimate we had been, I thought I was allowed to have a pet name for you.” Draco sneered.

Hermione blushed crimson and Harry took pity on her. “Knock it off, Draco. Look, Hermione, it was a good guess, but it must be some other child. Try to think of a reason that another child may be calling to us and we’ll do the same. Owl me if you come up with anything. We were going to see Teddy today, so we’d better get going.”

“Sure, Harry. Give him a hug for me, would you?” she asked.

“Absolutely!” Harry assured her.

Two nights later, Harry woke up screaming and Draco shook him hard. “Harry, look at my arm!” The blond said. Harry was rubbing his forehead as he turned toward the place that Draco indicated. He immediately noted the fierce, angry looking skin that surrounded the remains of the dark mark on Draco’s forearm. He stared at it until Draco gasped and pulled it away. “Harry, your scar!” the blond cried and Harry turned toward the mirror that sat in the corner of the room. His lightning bolt had faded since the Dark Lord’s death but never disappeared completely. Now, it blazed like a new wound, all but dripping blood down into his eye. “What does it mean?”

“It means that we need to figure out who is sending us these dreams. It may be that he is as scary as the people that have him think.” Harry exclaimed, dabbing at his scar with a tentative finger.

“Could it be Aunt Bellatrix’s spawn? He’d have the right blood to link with these artifacts of the Dark Lord?” Draco suggested,

“Too old. That baby is nearly two. I felt younger, though how I know that, I’m not too sure about.” Harry said.

“Well, I’d still feel better if he was in Granger’s care already. When are we going to get my little cousin?” Draco asked.

“We? You want to come with me?” Harry asked.

“Yeah. Hey, I’m a Black, too. I want to get Bellatrix’s son, before someone turns him into the next . . . Vold-Voldemort.” Draco stumbled over the most hated name in wizarding history and Harry smirked. “What?”

“Nothing, just – you surprised me, that’s all. I didn’t think you’d ever get over that phobia and I thought you’d want to avoid anything to do with some random diaper-dirtier.”

“Harry, he’s not random. He’s my cousin.” Malfoy argued.

“Right. We’ll go tomorrow, after work.” Harry leaned over and kissed the blond before turning around and nestling into his pillow. He felt Malfoy’s arm encircle his waist and warm breath caress his cheek moments later.

Morning found him sneaking out of work to do some quick shopping, knowing that the baby they were to pick up wouldn’t likely be overburdened with supplies, since Rudolfo’s uncle, Parceus Lestrange was nearly a pauper, what with restructuring and restitutions that were forced upon most of the Death Eater’s relations.

Harry and Hermione had fought hard to curb that, but it was hard enough for some people to deal with the deaths of their loved ones, but the damage done to homes, workplaces, shops and the castle of the famous wizarding school, that the load for rebuilding had fallen on the well to do, most of whom were related in some way to at least one Death Eater.

Harry shook his head; thoughts like this were never pleasant.

He tucked the gifts he’d bought under his arms, pulled his robes tightly around him to block out the winter chill that was heavy in the air this January, and hurried through the alley.

He didn’t see the almond shaped eyes that watched him from a dark alcove behind a statue that had not fared well in the wizarding war.

Hermione tucked little Timmy into the crib that Harry had brought over for the eighteen month old boy and leaned down to kiss him gently on the forehead. He was so cute, dark hair and soft everywhere. He had dark eyes, too. But, the way he smiled at her, and took to her immediately when Harry and Draco had delivered him to their door. She was already in love with this tiny boy.

Harry and Lucius had arranged for the paperwork to be passed through without a hitch. The baby was officially theirs. Timothy Allen Granger-Weasley. He'd be brought up to respect others, regardless of their birth or financial status, and that was all she had to do to pay back whatever force had brought him to her.

Molly was thrilled, another grand-baby was more than welcome in the family, and Tim was a charmer. Arthur had already been searching through the discarded toys from their children to make sure that the little boy had everything they could give him.

Bill and Fleur had brought over Victoire to play and the two had made fast friends.

Harry sat with Draco’s warm back against his chest, his fingers etching soft designs against the blond’s pale belly. They had eaten dinner, shared some wine that Narcissa had sent over with Roldo and now they only wanted to relax and spend some quiet time at home. Draco ran his fingers over Harry’s, lifting the darker wizard’s hand to inspect them, one at a time, memorizing the cuticles and callouses like he was afraid that he’d never get to touch them again.

Harry chuckled, causing the blond’s head to bounce lightly on his chest and Draco thumped him with it once. “Hey, that hurt.” Harry complained.

“Then lay still. I’ll get a headache if you bounce me around like that.” Draco retorted.

“Oh, I forgot. You bruise easily, don’t you?” Harry snarked and Draco was about to respond when Kreacher popped in looking distressed.

“Master Harry, Master Malfoy, there’s a young woman out on the street, looking terribly upset about something. Kreacher believes she knows the house is here, somehow.” The elf suggested.

Harry rose so quickly, that Draco nearly landed on the floor, and the two men raced to the door to see what was up. Out in the street, looking directly at the door to Number 12, stood an Asian woman with a bundle clutched to her chest. She wore dirty rags, nearly as shabby as what a house elf might wear and her hair was matted and stringy. She had tracks down her face from the tears that she had cried and her back was hunched like she had traveled a long way carrying a heavy burden. Harry raced down the walk to her, calling out as he went, “Cho! Cho Chang!”

The girl looked up, her feet seeming to want to run, but she didn’t move and Draco panicked.

“Harry! Something’s wrong!” he cried, rushing after his lover and tackling him to the ground.

“Cho!” Harry called and the woman looked around her.

“Harry, help us. Please, help us!” she screamed as flashes of light struck the ground around her.

Harry was up in a second, dragging Draco along as he hurried toward her. The hexes that were aimed at her were coming from down the street, just passed the light of the street lamps. Harry pulled out his wand, but Draco was faster. He fired off three quick bursts of power, lighting up the street like it had been struck by lightning, and temporarily blinding the attackers. Harry scooped Cho up and ran to the house, under the cover of Draco’s wand, hurrying to the safety of the house defenses. The wards closed around them and the attacking wizards were left without a target.

Inside, Harry called to Kreacher as he lay the girl onto the largest couch in the parlor, brushing her hair from her eyes as he checked her over for injury. The elf slunk around the doorframe, wary of the new arrival. “Kreacher, keep watch out there and make sure that the other wizards leave. When they are gone, come and tell me. If you can, find out who they are.” Harry ordered and the little old elf evaporated. “Cho, are you alright? You’re safe now. Can you speak?” Harry coaxed.

The girl nodded in answer to his first question, but before she could speak up, a pitiful wail erupted from the blankets that she was clutching to her chest. Harry stood back as she sat up and unwrapped a tiny baby, no more than six months old. Cho brushed at the baby’s soft black locks of curly hair and whispered soothing words to it. “Don’t worry, Sakura. We’re among friends here. Harry won’t hurt you and neither will . . . Draco.” When she said his name, Draco looked up to find not so trusting eyes on him and he shook his head to assure her.

“Cho, is she yours? Is this your baby?” Harry asked.

“Yes. She’s my daughter, Harry. She’s mine.” Cho said and the baby looked up and stared at him with piercing black eyes. Harry swallowed.

“Who’s the father?” he asked in a tiny voice.

Cho looked up and her eyes were shadowed. Harry swallowed and Draco froze in his place not wanting to interrupt this moment. “She’s mine, Harry. Mine and Severus Snape’s.”
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