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'BELLA'

A D/H slashfiction, and a 'sticky' little AU, MPREG. Angsty-Romance

by EmeraldGrey

Email:onyxemerald13@yahoo.com

Disclaimers: I don't own anything HP, so don't please, don't sue!

I own nothing except for my plot bunnie of 'Bella' and my three OC's, Eathen Simone', Andre' DuPrea' and 'my' Bella.

Most Important Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters, (rolls eyes) OF course, belong to the multi-talented JK Rowlings, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoat Books & Warner Brother's Inc!

(as IF I could be that lucky!) *snickers* I just REALLY enjoy removing them, (the Characters) from reality, (ie, the Books & Movies) and plunging them into MY AU fantasy worlds.

NO: Copyright, money nor trademark infringement is intended by this Author & or this website.

Ratings: G to PG-13 first few chapters, then switching to an R rating, with once in a while being on again and off again NC-17 in future chapters, for language and some vivid past scenes and scenes with sexual themes. =)

Warnings: This is an AU of a Post Hogwarts Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, and it's a SLASH story.

*There will be some younger Harry and Draco. *although they are the same age * The story line will start for Harry at age 6 & for Draco at age 7.

That part is not D/H 'physically' slashy.

It just gives the reader a bit of the background of the two young boys, and how they happened to grow up into the men they become.

In Harry's case, there will be mentions, and actual scenes of the Dursley's causing him mental & physical abuse and showing physical and emotional neglect. There will be no sexual abuse.

In Draco's case, there will be parental emotional neglect, actual scenes of such and verbal abuse and some physical abuse, but nothing too graphic. There will be no sexual abuse.

Although this story is also a Male Pregnancy fanfiction, I promise it's nothing too drastic or gory in that aspect.

There is a possibility of some songs in this fic, as ALL Ballet recitals demand music,

(but I promise, not that many =)

I also have several HP characters WAY Out of Character.

For example, I have Arabella Figg,

(who in the real HP-world is an old lady, part of the 'old gang' aka OOTP and a Squib)

as a young witch who went to School at Hogwarts with Harry and Draco's parents in the same year. So I have her as in her late twenties, early thirties? I don't really mention her age or that of the boy's parents or SS, not even my OC's, Eathen Simone, and Andre' DuPrea'

Not gonna say too much more, so as not to give away my plot. =)

Main Pairings: DM/HP OC/? (and who knows what the future will show?)

Spoilers: Erm. All of the five books (so far) and all three movies, (so far)

Summary: What events shape Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter into the men they become?

Author Notes: I want to thank my Cassy, AKA, *jameschick* for her PATIENCE, encouragement and love and friendship, once again, gently showing me,

"I can DO this stuff!"

Again, like my other projects, this story is un Beta'd.

For those of you that know me and my writing style, again I say, hold on to the edge of your seats for a 180!

For those of you that don't, HI! I'm EmeraldGrey, and I hope you enjoy my latest AU HP story, 'Bella'.

I also want to thank ALL of my wonderful readers, even the ones that don't review, thank you for reading my stories! And now, without further ado, I give to you.....

'Bella'

~*****Chapter Two*****~

*~~^^

"Forgive me Albus, but what pray tell, does Eathen Simone' have to do with little Harry Potter?"

*~~^^

Twinkling blue eyes watched her carefully as he said two words.

"Wizards debt."

*~~^^

"Excuse me Albus, but did you just say a Wizard's debt?"

*~~^^

That infuriating twinkle became brighter.

Soon, Albus was clasping his hands together to keep from bouncing like a two year old in his seat before replying, "Why yes Arabella, I DO believe I DID say that!"

*~~^^

Fighting the urge to roll her eyes, she narrowed them instead.

"Okay, explain..."

*~~^^

Arabella Figg was still smiling as she watched the little dark haired boy carefully sway and dance.

Only this time he had a content furry partner cradled in his slim arms, and his smile was gentle as he was softly singing to his captured feline audience.

Still observing him from the doorway, she again glanced up at the clock.

and then busied herself with checking her purse just one more time, making VERY sure she had everything.

*~~^^

Arabella Figg was VERY confused.

Looking down at the dark little bent head, she was even horrified to hear a few broken sobs and some little sniffles.

Totally beside herself, she was at quite a quandary.

She actually thought the little boy would enjoy the trip.

London was very beautiful, and there were SO many wonderful sites to see!

Albus had given her more than enough muggle money to purchase for the little boy all the things he would be needing, plus she still had the thick wad of bills from that great beast Dursley to spend on the dear child as well.

She was bloody sick and tired of seeing that little tub of lard Dudley always walking around in the height of fashion, while poor Harry here, was forced to wear the chubby child's ill used cast offs.

*~~^^

Once they got out of the cab, she glanced down at her muggle wrist watch, paid the cabby, gave him a nice tip, and then taking the suddenly sullen little boy by his small hand, exited the cab, walking briskly with him toward the first of the many shops they needed yet to see.

*~~^^

Her confusion yet was compounded as he started crying and digging in his little heels, refusing to budge to enter the tall dark brown department store.

No amount of coaxing, tugging, or even gently commanding would move the suddenly stubborn little child.

*~~^^

After a good fifteen minutes, her normally tidy blonde hair was in a tangled disarray around her shoulders, as every time she even tried to lift the exceptionally light child, he would fight her with his bony little fists, shrieking at the top of his lungs as he was waving his thin little arms madly about.

*~~^^

Arabella was certain her lip was a bit puffy, and her right eye was going to shine by this time tomorrow.

Letting out an exasperated breath of air that blew her escaped bangs out of her eyes, after helplessly seeing her carefully laid out schedule blown to hell and back, she sadly realized she'd have to do the ONE thing she swore as Harry Potter's protector and lookout, that she'd NEVER do.

Taking a deep breath she blasted the small child with,

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME IS BLOODY WRONG!!??"

*~~^^

Being an OOTP member, Arabella had seen some very sad things in her young life.

But nothing could compare to the totally broken look in those innocent little green eyes as they peered up at her in fear.

And NOTHING would ever compare to what happened next.

Eyes that had once held fear, suddenly blazed onyx emerald with a seven hell's fury as the small child bellowed right back,

"Wrong?" He screamed. "I'll tell ya what in the bloody Hells is wrong! If you'll answer me One question Mrs Figg!"

Sticking up his little pointer finger, to emphasize his point, he glared up at her.

*~~^^

Totally gob smacked the poor woman could only whisper, "What question is that Harry?"

*~~^^

Motioning for her to come down to his eye level, he waited patiently until she was on her knees.

His little shoulder slumped, the wind was out of the sails of his ship of anger, as he reached up, gently taking her face between his small hands, tears and snot running down his slim face as he cried,

"What did I do to make you hate me so?"

*~~^^

Fumbling for words in her mind and searching through her purse for a tissue, she wrapped the strap of her handbag securely around her wrist, then she carefully wiped away the mess on his small face, as she fought hard to compose herself.

She knew others were staring at them both, and they must of looked quite the scene, but she just could care less.

All that mattered was finding out what had upset this little boy so badly that he had acted out so violently.

Biting her sore lip, she winced, as he started crying all over again.

*~~^^

Trying once more to make her understand, he whispered brokenly, tears running down his small face,

"Why do you wish to be rid of me?"

Seeing the confused look on her face he tried once more to communicate his feelings.

Running a rough baggy sleeve across his red little pixie nose, he threw his arms wide as

he blurted,

"This IS bloody London, right?" he growled.

She slowly shook her head in the affirmative, fearing the small child had finally gone round the bend, as he pointed at the building they were still standing in front of, stomped his little foot and spat, "And that is a spooky, tall, dark brown building, RIGHT!?"

Again she nodded her head, wondering just what he was going on about.

*~~^^

Suddenly throwing himself into her arms, almost knocking them both over, he sobbed,

"Please Mrs. Figg, don't send me there! I'll be good, I promise I will, honestly!"

Throwing back his head he wailed loudly, "I hate watery milk and stale bread crusts!"

Not knowing what to do, she just patted and rubbed the thin little back murmuring to him softly, "Shh, Harry, there, there, Luv, Mrs. Figg isn't sending you away anywhere! Shh, there's a Luv...Shhhh, I'd never make you drink watered down milk, nor eat any crusts! Don't I always cut the crusts off of the bread like you ask me to? And don't I always make sure you have fresh milk to drink, and lots of pumpkin juice too?"

Soon, the harsh, wracking sobs turned to sniffs, then to soft hiccups, then they ceased all together, as the tiny shoulders shrug despondently, and his little dark head slowly nods to answer her questions in the affirmative.

Once the child had composed himself, she again wiped his tiny tear stained face, as she asked him,

"Harry dear, what ON earth would make you think or even feel that I didn't want you?"

Sniffing again, he shrugged dejectedly before he ducked his head as he softly replied,

"Aunt Petunia told me some stuffs."

Holding tightly to her temper she gathered her Gryffindor courage before saying sweetly through her teeth, "And exactly what were those, er, stuffs Luv?"

"Erm, well, ah, she said," He hesitated, as he was now biting his trembling bottom lip and twirling a slender finger through his dark locks.

Sadly he looked at her a few moments before he softly answered her.

"She said that if I wasn't good, I'd get sent to an orphanage."

He whispered the word so sorrowfully, it broke her heart.

But, when his little green eyes darkened and then widened dramatically behind his chunky black frames, she was shocked as she watched his long thick black lashes fluttering wildly as he cried, "A spooky, tall, dark brown building where they make kids drink watery milk, and do HUNDREDS of chores, even in the bloody night, and, ah, they only get to eat stale bread crusts! And, and, NO one ever wants them again! And, and...they live and they DIE there!!!" he finished desperately waving his little arms wildly.

Taking a deep breath she said, "Harry," firmly catching his little arms gently and bringing them to settle at his sides as she held them there.

Looking him in the eyes, she said, "Although what I'm about to tell you isn't nice, and I'd love it if you never repeated what I'm about to say to you, to anyone but yourself," Earnestly she implored to the child. "however; I feel It MUST be said! Do you understand this?"

Searching his eyes carefully, she saw a glimmer of hope as with his little chest heaving, he nodded so eagerly, his thick glasses bounced on his small face.

*~~^^

Harry had NEVER been treated with a grown up secret before! WOW!

His whole little body was now wiggling with such barely restrained enthusiasm she had to say,

"Shh, settle down now Luv, and listen."

When she was sure he was a bit more calmed down and that she had the child's full attentions she said,

"Your Aunt Petunia is a very hateful woman Harry. She says those hurtful things to you, to make herself feel better. She is VERY jealous of you, because you're so smart, and handsome, and her ugly little lump of a child will NEVER, ever, fill your shoes!"

Looking him deeply in the eyes, and touching her hand to his face, she curved her palm lovingly against one slim cheek as she told him,

"You are a very special little boy Harry James Potter! A wonderful and sweet little boy who will one day, grow up and become an even more wonderful and sweet young man! And, you'll have your own children someday, your very own family Harry!, And you'll NEVER, ever, have to live with, or never, EVER, have to see those horrid Dursley people again!"

Taking both slim hands in hers she held out his little arms wide as she said, "When you grow up Harry James Potter, you can be anything you wish to be, and you'll be free!"

*~~^^

With each kind word, his little chest puffed up. With every hope she offered, his heart slowly mended. And when she crushed him to her and hugged him hard, he knew he would always love her, and she'd always have a special place in his heart.

*~~^^

The young woman and the little boy stared at one another in comfortable silence. Then, Harry asked,

"Mrs Figg?"

"Yes Harry?"

"What do your friends call you?"

"Well, Harry, my name is Arabella, but my friends call me, 'Bella.'

"Bella," said the little boy, as he tried the name.

Smiling at her shyly, he peeked up at her through his messy dark fringe.

"Um, Mrs. Figg?"

"Yes Harry?"

Ah, can I, um,"

"It's may I Harry dear."

"Er, yeah right, erm, I mean yes ma'am. Ah, may I ask you, am I a friend?"

Hugging him very close, she whispered in a little shell pink ear, "You Harry dear, are indeed a friend..."

Smiling a huge smile the little boy said, "Thank you Bella, you are my only friend..."

The smile left his face as quickly as the sun sets as he blurted, "I'm SO sorry! I, I didn't mean to be SO very bad! I'm sorry I hurt you, I'll NEVER do that again! I'll be good, I promise!"

Not wanting another tantrum or hysterics to occur, she quickly changed the subject.

"Harry, Luv, shh! I forgive you! Now, I'm going to tell you another secret!"

The little boy quieted instantly.

"Today is a day for surprises! And you are in for some big treats! Tell me Harry, have you ever been to a McDonalds before? Or a toy store? Or a department store?"

The excited bouncing little boy shook his head 'no' so hard, that she feared his glasses might fly off!

*~~^^

He had once smelled a yellow paper wrapper that Dudley had teased him with, that a delicious something called a 'cheese hamburger' had been wrapped inside of.

And, sometimes, when Dudley was feeling charitable, and especially when his Mummy and Daddy couldn't hear him being nice to him, he'd carefully explained to Harry that there was this place, where ALL good little boys and girls got to go, to pick out ANY toy they'd ever dreamed of, and then their parents would buy it for them.

It was called, a toy shop.

Dudley even swore that once a year, Father Christmas would go there instead, and help ALL the parents by buying the most expensive toys for the child to set under the Christmas tree!

Then, Dudley had ruined any of the thankful feelings Harry had been building toward his pudgy cousin as the tubby spoiled little boy sneered nastily, his piggy pale blue eyes sparkling maliciously when he'd thoughtlessly said,

"Mummy and Daddy says that's why you don't get any presents from Father Christmas, Potter, cause your parents are DEAD!"

At his hateful, hurtful words, Harry had felt even more broken inside, even more isolated, even more alone.

For words could not only be cruel, they could hold inside them a cruel truth as well. And there was No escaping the truth, especially when it was shoved down his throat every. single. damn. day.

*~~^^

At least every week, Aunt Petunia took Dudley to a department store, where he always had bought for him, very nice things.

Things like colorful shirts and matching soft socks and belts and breeches, and bright colorful hoodies, all very nice clothing, that fit.

Dudley was never forced to wear worn out, dull, scratchy cast offs.

*~~^^

He'd asked one time to his Aunt, just why Dudley got all things new, and yet he had to be seen in all things old.

She had slapped him upside his head VERY hard, and had called him 'cheeky'.

Then, when Uncle Vernon had got home, he had yelled at Harry VERY loudly, calling him, "An ungrateful little freak" and then had spanked him bare bottomed, until he'd passed out from the pain.

Harry had never asked again, anything about his or his cousin Dudley's differences.

*~~^^

But, he was here with Bella, his mind told him, all was okay now, and as he looked into her kind dark blue eyes, he knew he was safe.

Shyly, he said, "Erm, Bella? I don't mean to be rude, but, er, I know you don't have much money, so..."He trailed uncomfortably, now looking intently down at the ground.

*~~^^

Smiling gently, she carefully got up, bent over, and tilted the little sad face upward.

Looking him deeply in his green eyes once more she replied,

"Harry', your Uncle gave me plenty of money, and I intend to spend it all on you!"

*~~^^

"All of it?...On, on me!?" Squeaked the gob smacked little boy.

*~~^^

Ruffling up his silky dark locks, she fondly replied, "Every bloody note!"

Looking down at him she said, now, this is our first stop Harry."

Pointing at the door of the spooky, tall dark brown building, she said taking up his small hand in hers, she pushed hard with her other hand against the heavy door and as they walked inside she announced, "this, Harry, this is a department store!"

*~~^^

As she briskly strode to the little boy's department, Harry looked all around in wonderment...His eyes lit up as he recognised what she was now holding.

*~~^^

"The blue pair, or the green pair Luv?"

"Green please Bella."

Motioning over a sweetly smiling sales attendant while keeping one sharp eye on the gob smacked child, as she handed her the small pair of green socks, she very quietly explained to the younger woman all the things she would be requiring for her young charge as she handed her a lengthy list of the items she wished to purchase for him.

The young girl nodded her dark red head eagerly, happy to have landed such a large commission.

Once Harry had been measured and sized, with the help of Arabella and the young sales girl, he soon was sporting a brand new look.

Gone were the itchy, ugly, baggy, dull clothes.

Thanks to Arabella and the fashion savvy sales clerk Sandra, he now had on a pair

of soft knit brushed black dress breeches, fitted with a slim soft black leather belt, a tucked in long sleeved knit emerald green shirt, matching socks, comfortable black loafers, and new underwear that fit! WOW!

*~~^^

Whistling at him, the pretty girl told him with a quick wink, "Lovey, if I was only a few years younger, or you a few years older...OH my! You are such a handsome young man!" She declared, with one hand over her heart, and a playful grin on her pretty face.

While she ruffled his dark hair sweetly, and giggled, he blushed rose pink as he said shyly,

"Thank you ma'am."

Looking up at Arabella, he quickly grinned, "and thank YOU too Bella!"

Arabella smiled down at him as she said, "Next stop little man, a toy shop!"

He squealed, bounced up and down, and hugged her around the waist so hard, she swore she heard something pop!

While his face was still buried, she mouthed to the girl, "Did you get the proper shoes, the tights, all that was on the list I gave to you?"

Sandra gave her a thumbs up sign and then handed her a large thick bag, and a smaller thick bag.

After dishing out the correct amount of bills for their purchases at the register, both she and Harry waved her a cheery goodbye, and Arabella giggled at him when Harry paused, looking over his slim shoulder with a sassy wink of his own, blowing the shocked clerk

Sandra a big noisy kiss as they left the area.

Snickering at her miniature little man, she shook her head at him before looping the bag over her shoulder, and securing her handbag once again, she had him carry the smallest bag, showing him how to secure it over his shoulder, and they both walked hand in hand out of the store.

*~~^^

"Mmmm, wow Bella, it sure smells good in here! My nose it tickles and my tummy is singing!" Giggled an very happy bouncy little six year old Harry Potter as he walked with his new friend up to a counter with a row of smiling people.

All around him, kids were laughing, some adults were smiling, while some were looking quite grumpy and frazzled as they were yelling over the hustle and bustle of the busy fast food chain at their children to, "put on their bloody shoes!"

Looking up at her, he asked, "Bella, why do those children have their shoes off?"

Smiling down at him she told him, well, lets get our food, and then I'll show you why, fair enough?"

Shrugging he replied, "Okay, fair enough then."

"Harry, what would you like to eat?" She asked.

Looking up at the huge board with colorful pictures of yummy foods on it, it overwhelmed him as his little mouth watered.

"Well," He said softly, looking thoughtfully up at her, �since I've never been here before, but you have, why don't you pick it out for me?"

Arabella ordered him a cheeseburger Happy Meal and an orange drink and she had a Big Mac meal, with a coke, and they both got an apple pie for dessert.

Once they were seated just outside the indoor play area, during their meal she answered his questions about the play-place as best she could.

When he had finished his food, as to her promise that he could do so, he hugged her and then ran inside to play.

After an hour, she called to him to come and bring his shoes so they could leave for the toy shop.

He didn't have to be told even twice!

Some of the frazzled parents in the play-place area shot her dirty looks. But, she just smiled sweetly at Harry, pointedly ignoring them as she praised him loudly for minding her so very well, and coming when told to do so, like a properly well behaved little boy.

It tugged at her heart the bright happy pleased little grin on his face her kind words brought.

After adjusting their bags, soon, they were hand in hand on their way once again.

Once they reached the toy shop, his bright green eyes lit up, and his little hands trembled as they both went inside.

After an hour of looking at toys, Harry carefully picked out two.

One was a boy and girl ballet dancer set, complete with a small stage and sparkling colorful costumes. The figurines were small and poseable.

She grinned at him as he babbled happily about 'always wanting to be a dancer, and that these dolls were bloody fantastic!'

The next toy was a small little girl baby doll, with soft skin, rosy cheeks, a little curly mop of blonde hair, and little pink pursed lips that held a hard plastic toy bottle.

Her open and close eyes were light crystal blue with long thick black lashes.

She came with 3 jumpers, a bonnet, and a bib with three playful kitties on it.

Since she was a wet and change baby doll, there were 4 little plastic diapers and 4 sets panties.

When the young toy shop keeper made a snide comment asking Harry if the dolls were for his sister, or for him, he softly said,

"No sir, I have no family, my parents are dead. I would of loved to have had a sister, but, I was an only child. I have to live with my Mother's older sister. Her family hates me. I have no idea why, I try very hard to be good, but it's never good enough for them. But this is Mrs. Figg, she is my only friend, she keeps me when they go places. They are on vacation. I have never had one, but, anyway, these dolls are all for me."

At the man's quirked bushy brows, Harry patiently explained,

"I am going to become a famous dancer sir, and dance for The Royal Ballet. "Because I wish to be a VERY good father someday, I shall practice dancing with my dance dolls, so I can make lots of money, so when I grow up, I can take care of my children So, I shall take good care with my baby-doll so I will know how to treat my own babies when my wife has them."

Arabella paid for the items with a lump in her throat, and a dark glare for the insensitive oaf that was now looking at her apologetically, and down at the tiny dark haired boy in awe.

'How, how old is he?' He wondered incredulously.

*~~^^

Her eyes suddenly too bright with unshed tears, she said thickly, quickly blinking them back, "Come along Harry, we have to stop one more place before we go back home Luv."

*~~^^

"Um, just a minute please Miss." The man said as he quickly went over to the shelf to where earlier Harry had been looking at earnestly.

He put the item in a small thick box and then into a small bag, and then handed it to the child, telling him to "be careful it's breakable."

Reverently, Harry took the package, his eyes wide as he thanked the man, and carefully placed it inside the large bag that held his other toy purchases.

The man gave him a small smile and her a tiny wink, thanking them both for shopping at his store, and to please return soon.

Harry smiled back at him, before he turned to follow her out the door.

*~~^^

She hailed them a cab, and they both got inside. She gave the cabby the address, and they were off.

As they arrived, she glanced at her watch. Thankfully they were right on time!

After paying the driver and giving him his tip, she made sure they didn't leave anything behind as they both exited from the cab.

After climbing the many steps, soon they were standing in front of a huge building with large thick glass doors.

Etched in the glass at the top and colored in with black in fancy scrip were the words,

Simone' Studio's of London on one door, and on the other, it said,

Eathen Simone' Owner/Instructor, Andre' DuPrea' assistant Instructor/Co Owner

Looking inside, Harry could see what looked like children his age, strangely dressed, bouncing and hopping and jumping about.

Soon, he too was bouncing as it hit him just where they were!

Looking up at her with big hopeful emerald eyes and an even bigger grin, she read the questions in them with an answering grin of her own.

"Yes Harry, this is a dance class and here you shall learn the art of ballet."

As they both walked inside, a tall handsome dark haired man said, "Andre' please take over for me Luv."

Arabella hurried over to him, her hand outstretched as she asked, "Eathen Simone'?"

*~~^^

The angelic looking man smiled a big white dimpled smile as he pumped her hand exclaiming,

Arabella, Arabella! I can't bloody believe it's really you!!!! How are you Luv!?"

Arabella had been forced to set her bags down as the tall man insisted on hugging her.

After several bone crushing hugs, he released her, grinning again as he looked down at the quiet little dark haired boy staring in awe up at him.

"And you must be Harry!"

~*****to be continued in Chapter Three*****~
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