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Too Young	By : tivogirl Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9176 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The rooms were nice, better than he had hoped for. Livvie had a good size room with a miniature four poster for her to sleep in. Harry had given her a sleeping potion that Madame Pomfrey had left after examining Olivia. There was no way she would have gone to sleep otherwise. She was afraid, stuck in a strange place without her Mama, without her bed or her toys. Nothing had been brought to Hogwarts yet. Nothing would be brought until the Aurors gave the okay for the Order to go in and gather her things.
Harry stood in the doorway and watched his daughter sleep. She had been such a shocking addition to his life. He would never forget the day he had been called to the Headmasters office to be told about Sarah.
(*FLASHBACK*)
He had no idea that Sarah�s family knew about the wizarding world. He had thought they were muggles with an ironic last name. It was a great joke to him that he was a friend to someone who shared the same last name and looks as his schoolyard rival. He had been amused at the thought of muggles that so resembled that family. However, they weren�t muggles, and it wasn�t a coincidence.
The Headmaster had seemed upset and he didn�t know why. He hadn�t gotten into trouble; he hadn�t done anything at that point. He thought it might have had something to do with Sirius Black the madman that was out to get him.
�Harry, do you know a young woman named Sarah Malfoy?� He had asked.
Harry had paled because he thought he was about to be told that his summer friend was dead because of him.
�Y-yes Sir.� He had replied only to be treated to a long sigh from Dumbledore as he tugged his beard.
�I know that this is not my business, but can you tell me if you were intimate with Miss Malfoy?� That question had nearly knocked him off his chair. What did he mean by intimate? He was so na�ve at that point in time. He knew after that fact that they had had sex; he was no longer as na�ve as he had been however, and how did the Headmaster know?
Again he answered �Y-yess Ssir� When he got nervous his parseltongue started to come out.
�Harry,� The wizened old man had begun, �Has anyone ever told you how babies are made?� Harry didn�t know where this was going but he was afraid.
�N-n-no Sssir.� He answered. Dumbledore just nodded his head.
�Well my dear boy, after all is said and done, I�m afraid that you are about to find out. William Malfoy sent me an owl this morning. Sarah is pregnant and they claim that you are the father.�
�But they�re mugglesss sssir, how did they know to sssend you an owl?� He had asked, not questioning his impending parenthood. In fact, Harry hadn�t really even processed what the Headmaster had said.
�Not muggles, my dear boy, squibs.� He sighed again.
�Sssquibs ssir?� He had questioned, not wanting to ask about the other news.
�Yes, Harry, William Malfoy is the older brother of Lucius Malfoy. However, because he was born a squib he was disowned and sent into the muggle world. There he married Selenia Dupre, also a pureblooded squib. They had a daughter, Sarah Malfoy, again, a squib.� He was still stroking his beard as he spoke. He had a lot to think about, what were they going to do about the child? It was good in a way that the Potter line would carry on in case something did happen to the boy, but at the same point, he wasn�t sure how it would be possible to protect her from Voldemort if he ever came back.
�Sso, Sssarah is related to the Malfoysss� Harry finally stated.
�Yes, she is in fact the niece of Lucius Malfoy, and the first cousin of Draco Malfoy. They do not, however, have any claim on the family name, property or fortune.� Dumbledore didn�t think that Harry would be interested in any of these being quite well off himself but it did need to be said.
�You ssaid sshe wass pregnant?� Ah, now they were getting to the important aspect. The Headmaster thought he was going to have to repeat that part.
�Yes child. Do you believe that it could be your child?� Harry gave him a blank look. He was in fact clueless as to how babies were made. A slow blush started to creep up his neck as he tried to find a way to ask the Headmaster to enlighten him.
�I don�t know Ssir, how�� He left it hanging hoping that the elderly man would understand. He was a neglected thirteen-year-old boy who had been told nothing of the facts of life. In fact he hadn�t really known what they were doing was sex until Sarah had told him. He hated that he was that na�ve.
The Headmaster gave him an awkward look and pulled at the collar of his robes. He was seriously thinking of having Madame Pomfrey give all outgoing second years a sex education class after this.
�Well child, you said that you had been intimate with Miss Malfoy, does that mean that you actually had sex with the girl?� Well he hadn�t seemed at all squeamish he thought.
�Y-yess Ssssir� again he stuttered and slurred his s�s.
�Well child that is how one creates life. It is very likely that you are in fact this child�s father. We will of course have to check. I will do a paternity spell. However, assuming that this child is yours what do you suppose that we should do about it?� Here was the tricky part. Given his lack of knowledge about human reproduction he was relatively sure that Harry hadn�t a clue as to the options available to him.
�Do sssir?� He asked.
�Harry, there are options available to both you and Sarah. You of course can keep the child, you can terminate the pregnancy, or you could place it for adoption.� He didn�t think that he should discuss the magicality of the child. There was a chance it could be a squib, or it could be a very powerful witch or wizard.
�Sssir you can�t possssibly believe that I would consssider any option other than keeping my own child?� Harry asked.

�No, I didn�t expect that you would. However, you have to know that Sarah will of course have her say in this also?� He hoped that Harry would be able to accept things if Sarah chose to terminate the pregnancy, she was after all raised as a muggle.
�Yesss Sssir. Will I be able to talk to her?� He asked. �I think we need to talk about what we are going to do.�
Harry remembered his discussion with Sarah, how they had decided to keep it. He remembered Dumbledore bullying the Dursley�s into signing the permission for him to marry her in the muggle court so that his child would be his legitimate heir, although they didn�t know why. A special permission was only available to those young people of station who find themselves in a delicate situation. He remembered her birth and how scared he was to see the pain that Sarah was in, and how afraid he was to hold Olivia when she was so tiny. Most of all, he remembered the heartache he felt when Dumbledore guided him out of the room and took him back to school. It was two months before he saw her again and she had grown so much.
(*END FLASHBACK*)
Now she was two and a half years old. He was sixteen. He had been twelve when she was conceived, thirteen when she was born. Now he was the only parent to a two and a half year old girl. It was going to be hard, helping her grieve, and raising her. He didn�t have a family to model on. The Dursley�s were the worst. They spoiled one child until he was useless to society, and neglected the other until he had no self-esteem left. He didn�t remember his parents. The Weasley�s were the only decent family he had ever seen and he hadn�t spent much time with them.
Harry left the doorway and made his way to his own bedroom. He left both doors open. Livvie shouldn�t wake up, but if she did he wanted to know.
***
It was a few hours later when Harry awoke to the sound of knocking. Someone was rapping on the portrait that led into their suite.
He rubbed his eyes and got up, grabbing his robe as he ran out into the common room to find out who was pounding on the door. He didn�t want them to wake Livvie, he would never get her back to sleep and he couldn�t give her any more potions.
When he pulled back the door and whispered, �Will you please be quiet?� He stared into the stunned face of Remus Lupin.
�Remus, what are you doing here? What time is it?� He asked. He was astounded. Remus was supposed to be on a mission for the Order until next week. He hadn�t even owled him yet.
�Dumbledore sent me an owl and told me to come back ASAP. He said that you needed me. I came as soon as I could. What�s wrong?�
Harry looked up and down the hall; to be sure, no one else was out and then invited Remus in.
�Come in Remus. I�ll ring for Dobby and we can have some tea. It�s going to be a long night.�
Remus looked puzzled at this, but he walked in past Harry and looked around the room. He turned to see Harry motioning him over to the sofa so that they could talk. He hadn�t been aware that Dumbledore was going to contact Remus so soon, but it was probably for the best. If the papers published the story before he was able to tell Moony then he would be devastated. It was bad enough that Sirius never knew.
�So, what is the big emergency that caused the Headmaster to call me back from my mission?� Moony asked.
�I�ve been keeping a secret since the summer after second year. Moony, I don�t know how to explain this to you.� Harry paused to think about how best to reveal his secret to the last of the Marauders.
�Follow me.� He said softly and he stood and walked toward Olivia�s door. He grabbed a lit candle from the table by her door and walked into the room, quietly ghosting over to stand beside her bed.
Remus could smell another scent in the room. Albus hadn�t mentioned a roommate when he had directed him to Harry�s room. Looking around in the dark, he could see that it was a decidedly childish room. The furniture was smaller than Hogwarts standard issue.
Harry placed the candle on the bedside table and knelt down to adjust the covers on the sleeping form. Remus could see the softly glowing blond hair peeking out from the covers.
�This is Olivia.� Harry whispered, afraid to wake the sleeping girl. �She�s my daughter.�
Remus made a gurgling sound and leaned against the wall. Harry knew he had a limited amount of time to get them out of the room before Remus processed what he had just said. He picked up the candle in his right hand and grabbed Moony�s arm with his left, and directed him out of the room. He closed the door behind them and placed a one way silencing charm on the wall so that he could hear Livvie but Remus wouldn�t disturb her.
Remus slowly slid down onto the sofa and sat there staring off into space. Stunned wasn�t a good enough word for how he felt.
�How? When?� He asked. Short words were all he was capable of right now.
�I don�t think now is the time to go into details, we can talk about that tomorrow after we�ve both had some sleep. Olivia is two and a half years old; I was thirteen when she was born. Her mother lived on Privet Drive. As to how, I think you know how, I was just too young and uninformed to know what I was doing.� Harry answered.
Remus nodded and looked at his lap. Harry could see he was adding up dates and times in his head. He could see his eyes widen when he came up with Harry�s age at conception. Well, it wasn�t as if he had a positive role model in his life at that time. Remus and Sirius came later and by that point in time their birds and bees lecture was too late.
�So that�s why when we asked if you needed..?� Harry cut him off with a curt nod.
�Yes, that�s why. The hippogriff had already left the paddock so to speak. No one knew, not even Sirius.� By the time they were in his life, he was already a Dad, although no one could know that so he just politely declined their offer, as embarrassing as it was.
�Remus, I�m so glad you�re here. Today has been the worst day of my life, and that�s really saying something. Sarah, Olivia�s Mum, and her parents were killed today.� He sobbed on the last words of the sentence. �Livvie and I need your help.�
Remus scooted across the sofa and took Harry into his arms hugging the boy to his shoulder. Harry was always the one to suffer. It seemed that as much as his father had led a charmed life, Harry was jinxed. �Harry, I�ll always be here for you, you know that. You�re part of my family, my pack. Just like Sirius and your father.�
Harry yawned and struggled to keep his eyes open. He really needed to get some sleep but he couldn�t bring himself to ask Remus to leave. It had been so long since he had seen him. Not since Sirius. After that short, emotionally-charged moment in the Department of Mysteries, they had felt uncomfortable with each other. Over time, they had exchanged letters that helped them to deal with what was going on. The guilt they both felt, the sadness and the loss.
Remus was not unaware of how tired Harry was and he knew that after revealing such a huge secret that Harry would not ask him to leave no matter how much sleep he needed. So he offered.
�Harry, you�re exhausted. Why don�t we talk more tomorrow? Then I�ll get to meet sleeping beauty in there.� He said, getting up and walking to the door. Harry followed and hugged him before he disappeared behind the portrait.
Harry sighed and made his way to his bed, stopping to check on Olivia and take the silencing charm down as he did. He couldn�t ever remember feeling this tired, but he was sure he would have plenty of time to get used to the feeling. Sarah used to complain about how hard it was to take care of a child and get all of her schoolwork done and turned in on time. Now he was going to find out how hard it was.
***
It was sometime the next morning when he was awoken by a huge pressure on his chest. He smiled and opened his eyes to see the same green eyes staring back at him. He rolled over knocking her off his chest and onto the bed next to him where he proceeded to tickle her senseless. This was their morning ritual whenever she was allowed to stay at number four, or he at number six.
�Daddy, hungry.� She whined. He knew she would be, she ate like her father and really enjoyed her food.
�Okay Princess. We have to get some clothes on if we are going to get some breakfast. So, let�s start with me. Help me pick out my clothes; will you go find my tie please?� He asked her. She always liked to help and he figured he could get his trousers and shirt on before she was back with the tie.
Soon enough she came trundling up to him proudly holding a Gryffindor tie. He put it on, tied it and asked her to straighten it for him. She proudly moved it side-to-side the way she had seen her Mam�re do for Papa and pronounced it fixed.
He scooped her up and brought her into her room. Her clothes were still at the house on Privet Drive, so he didn�t know what he was going to dress her in until there was a pop behind him. He spun around to see Dobby standing behind him.
�Master Harry, Dobby has brought you some clothes for the Young Miss. Dobby is noticing that the Young Miss only had two things to wear and was wanting to make Master Harry happy. Dobby is going to Hogsmeade and getting the Young Miss something to wear. Is Master Harry Happy with the clothes?� Dobby spit out.
�Master Harry?� He asked, quite confused as to why Dobby was suddenly calling him Master.
�Yes Sir, Master Harry. Professor Dumbledore is such a great wizard. He is seeing that Master Harry would need help now and he is giving Dobby to Master Harry. Dobby is now to be the Potter elf. Dobby is so happy he doesn�t even want to be paid!� Dobby was literally jumping up and down with glee at the thought of serving the great Harry Potter.
�Dobby, that is wonderful, and to be honest, I do need your help. However, I insist that you are paid. What were you getting from Hogwarts?� Harry asked.
�Oh No Master Harry, Sir. Dobby could not take money from his family!� Dobby seemed on the verge of tears.
Harry, knowing that House Elves, despite what Hermione wanted to think, would probably never accept true freedom. Therefore, he would do the best he could to treat Dobby as a free person even if he would not accept money for his services. He really did need the help.
�Dobby, I can accept that you won�t take money, however, we must come to an agreement of some sort. I insist that you have days off, at least one per week. You also must have socks. I know you love them. You will also not continue to do work for Hogwarts while in service to the Potter family. I will not have you overworked. You will eat the same food that we do for meals and you will eat with us when we eat in our quarters. Is this understood?� Harry spoke in a commanding voice hoping that it would help Dobby to accept the better treatment if he took it as an order.
�Harry Potter is a great wizard. Dobby can not take one day off per week, it is too much.� He sobbed. He wanted to serve the family properly and that could not be done by taking one day off every week.
�How many could I convince you to take?� Harry asked.
�Dobby takes one day off per month now with Hogwarts. Dobby could still do that, but no more, please Master Harry.� He asked.
�Fine, one day off per month. I will set up an account with the clothing store in Hogsmeade and you will feel free to purchase for yourself any socks or clothes that you wish. You will not consider these as being given to you by me. If I want to fire you I will directly hand you a sock do you understand?� He hoped that this would be acceptable. Dobby so loved clothes and he couldn�t imagine depriving the elf of his love.
�Dobby understands Master Harry. Dobby will get socks if that is what Master wishes. Dobby is so happy to be serving the Potter family.� Dobby bowed to Harry and Olivia, left the clothes on the bed and then vanished with a pop.
***
Fifteen minutes later a hassled looking Harry walked up to Hermione, he had his daughter in one hand, and a brush and several ponytail holders in the other.
�Mione, she won�t let me do her hair. I think she is missing her Mum. Could you do it please?� Harry asked. No matter how many times he had braided her hair when he was home, she would not let him do it this morning and he hadn�t the time to argue with her and eat breakfast.
Hermione nodded and turned her chair so that she could reach Olivia�s hair where she sat on Harry�s lap. She brushed it a few times and then placed it into two pigtails. Olivia looked up at her Daddy with tears in her eyes.
�I know baby, I know.� He said as he hugged her to him. �Are you hungry still? Do you want some pancakes or some bacon?�
She simply nodded so he put one of each on her plate, cutting the pancake up into little chunks.
�Here�s the syrup.� Ron said as he passed the syrup to his friend trying to be helpful.
�Olivia doesn�t need syrup Ron, she�s sweet enough.� His friend replied. Then, in a whisper so that his daughter didn�t hear, �Have you ever tried to get syrup out of a two year olds hair?�

**AN Thank you to my wonderful Beta Keikokin
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