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Orion Zabini Potter	By : Slayer-of-Destiny Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6086 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter two

When Harry woke both Slytherins were back, Blaise was dressed in a pair of black slacks, a grey button up shirt with charcoal grey robes over the top. After knocking back some more painkiller potions Harry stood and slowly got dressed with Hermione's help into a pair of sweat pants, a large comfy hoodie and trainers. After a quick feed he dressed Orion in a vest, socks and sleep suit before swaddling him in thick blankets from the bottomless backpack with all his and Orion's things in them. Then they were ready to go. Blaise took his backpack and then all cast disillusionment charms on themselves before starting the slow walk across the castle. Harry couldn't go very fast, despite the pain and healing potions he had taken. The others patiently kept pace with him, Hermione and Blaise had their arms around him to support him. Eventually they made it to the one eyed witch.

"Harry look after yourself and my godson. Zabini, you look after them or I will hunt you down and kill you slowly and painfully! I'll see you in a month at the most," Hermione sighed hugging Harry tightly and then kissing Orion's head.

"I'll look after them," Blaise promised with a small smile.

"You should go first to catch Harry and Orion at the bottom," Hermione instructed. "Oh…and good luck with squeezing down," She snickered. Blaise saw what she meant when the statue opened and he had to squeeze himself down. It was more than a tight squeeze and he knew he was going to be bruised tomorrow when he finally reached the bottom. He waited nervously as he watched Harry's legs coming over the edge, reaching out and grabbing him before he could hit the bottom. He gently eased Harry to his feet and left his arm around his waist as Harry led their way down the tunnel. Again they moved at a slow pace, Blaise supporting Harry as he tired.

"We can go from here, the wards have ended," Blaise finally stopped. Harry sank back into his arms feeling tiredness and his body giving in. "Alright, hold on just a few more moments," Blaise comforted, holding him tighter. Harry pulled in a breath and then held it as Blaise aparated them out. He felt the pressure of the wards of Zabini manor before Blaise's magic washed over them and they appeared in the entranceway of Zabini manor. He felt himself drooping in tiredness as the days events hit him hard. Blaise gently placed an arm underneath Harry's around Orion and guided him to the right towards a living room. He waved his hand and extended the sofa as they made their way across to it. Carefully he laid Harry down on the sofa, putting cushions underneath his head.

"I'm sorry for being a burden," Harry mumbled already half asleep.

"Harry your not a burden, neither of you. I'm honoured that you trusted me to deliver Orion and to come here. I want to help you. Now get some sleep," Blaise pushed Harry's hair out his eyes before throwing the blanket from the back of the sofa over Harry and Orion who was once again tucked into the crook of Harry's arm. He sat on the edge of the extended sofa and watched them both with a small sense of awe. Harry's deep breathing opposed to the sharp, quick breaths of Orion.

He wasn't sure how long he had been sitting there, but he was startled when his mother put her hand on his shoulder. No one had been able to sneak up on his since he was eleven. Turning quickly he saw her looking down on the two sleeping before smiling and motioning him to follow. They went into the adjoining study and sat down in the two chairs by the fire.

"When you told me you were coming home early with Harry Potter and his son I did think it was a joke, a strange one but a joke," Gabriella Zabini smiled faintly. His mother was beautiful, chocolate skin and molten whisky brown eyes, perfectly plump lips, long eyelashes, black hair that fell in natural curls with a little coaxing. She was one of the most desired women in their society, not to mention the Zabini and Kerhnhelm fortunes that she held, at least until Blaise turned seventeen when he would take the Zabini fortune and title.

"I would have thought it was a joke as well, but here we are," Blaise said with an edge to it as everything that had happened that day started to sink in. Gabriella poured him a glass of whisky and handed it over.

"Tell me what happened," she said to her son, patting his hand.

"He called the baby Orion Blaise," Blaise finished telling the story with a sense of awe he felt whenever he thought of it. Gabriella smiled a her son's expression, she loved him but sometimes he was so closed off emotionally. Even if she had been considering sending Harry and the baby away, there was no way she would now, not when he had such a clear affect on her son.

"I'll have the elves prepare a room for him and Orion," Gabriella nodded standing.

"Mother, can you have them put next to me please? I don't want him too far away in case he needs help," Blaise requested already standing and making his way back into the living room. Gabriella just murmured her acceptance and headed out smiling, Harry and Orion Potter were going to be very interesting additions to her household.

"You can hold him, if you would like," Harry offered watching Blaise peer into the basinet. Once he had woken he had been moved to his newly set up bedroom, the elves had taken all the things he and Hermione had managed to buy for Orion over the months and set them up once he revealed they were in his backpack. That had been two days ago, he had slept mostly except to feed and change Orion. He was lucky, Orion slept through and barely cried except when he wanted feeding, changing or when he was being changed. Because of the strain he had put onto his body so soon after birth he had been put on light bed rest for a week by Gabriella. Lady Zabini had been kind and welcoming to Harry, helping him get to grips with having a new born and giving him tips. She hadn't once made him feel like she didn't want him here. Blaise had barely left his side either, any time he woke Blaise was there except of a night time. He helped Harry fetch things and watched him carefully to make sure he was alright. Harry was sure he should feel crowded but he was so glad that someone else was there it didn't occur to him. However Blaise hadn't yet picked Orion up since delivering him, Harry had caught him talking to him or even humming, but he hadn't picked him up. When he woke this time and caught the two in what looked like a staring contest he couldn't resist speaking.

"Are you sure?" Blaise looked at him nervously and then back to Orion.

"Of course, I know he's safe with you," Harry shrugged still half asleep. He watched with a small smile as Blaise carefully lifted Orion out the basinet and settled him into the crook of his arm. Orion looked tiny against Blaise's large frame, so much so that Harry had to chuckle as he pulled his tired and sore body into a sitting position. When Blaise looked up questioningly Harry just smiled. "You look good holding him,"

"I was terrified I was going to hurt my cousin's baby last year," Blaise confessed, rocking slightly as Orion fussed.

"I had a whole two months of panicking that I knew nothing about looking after a baby when I found out I was pregnant with him," Harry chuckled at the memory.

"His father…" Blaise started to say, hesitating when he noticed Harry tensing before carrying on. "Did he hurt you?"

"If your asking did he rape me then no," Harry sighed.

"But he hurt you in another way?" Blaise translated.

"We had been sleeping together for about three months, snogging and making out for about a month and a half before that. I wasn't in love with him or anything but I thought we had a relationship of sorts. I was early getting to the room we met in and saw him with someone else, I found out about a month later that I was four months on with Orion. I didn't really show a lot, it was a small bump until the last few weeks," Harry smiled at his son before looking at Blaise. "Your not going to ask who it is?"

"I don't want to pry, I had to know that you weren't raped but that's as far as I'll push until you want to tell me," Blaise assured him.

"I don't know why you want to help us so much, but thank you," Harry smiled tiredly.

"I want to help you because you deserve a break Harry, and you deserve to be looked after and feel safe. You both do. I'm glad Theo dragged me with him to the owlry that day," Blaise said firmly.

"I'm glad he did too," Harry smiled.

"Go back to sleep Harry, I've got him," Blaise chuckled as he noticed how tired Harry was.

"All I do is sleep," Harry grumbled but he lay down again.

"You need it, sleep," Blaise tugged the covers up one handed before settling down with Orion dozing in the corner of his arm.

"He's slipping Blaise!" Harry panicked voice echoed round the en suit to Harry's room where he and Blaise were giving Orion his first bath. Orion clearly wasn't happy about this as his arms and legs were flying everywhere and he had been screaming from the minute Harry put him in.

Blaise reached over Harry's shoulder and placed his hand underneath Orion to hold him as well while Harry used his free hand to wash him.

"Alright! We're done baby, we're done," Harry sighed in relief, lifting Orion and placing him on the towel they had laid out. Blaise looked up from watching Harry gently patting Orion down to see his mother standing in the doorway with a wide grin and a camera.

"Say pumpkin pastries!" she called seeing Blaise had caught her. Harry looked up startled in time for her to take the picture with a faint click, which they hadn't been able to hear over Orion who was now snuffling on the floor.

"How long have you been there?" Blaise frowned, Gabriella quickly took another picture as Harry smiled at her.

"From the beginning, important moments should be photographed! I have the pictures your aunt took from the first time me and your father gave you a bath!" Gabriella snickered. Blaise's frown deepened as he felt his heart give an extra thump and then a throb at her words. He wasn't Orion's father.

"I'll have to see those and get copies of the ones you just took," Harry grinned lifting Orion which Gabrielle snapped again.

"I'll give you copies of all the pictures I have taken in the last few days," Gabriella laughed. "And as for Blaise's baby pictures I'll fish them out,"

"You'll do no such thing mother!" Blaise grumbled standing.

"But I want to see them, I bet you were a cute baby!" Harry grinned up at him.

"Of course I was, but your still not seeing them," Blaise rolled his eyes, reaching down to help Harry off the floor. He was still stiff and sore but moving a lot better.

"I'll show you them dear don't worry," Gabriella waved off her son.

"Hermione bought me a book to put all the important things into and pictures as we went along," Harry told them as he walked back into the bedroom and over to the changing table Gabriella had had brought in.

"Where is it?" Gabriella asked eagerly following.

"Its over there on the bedside," Harry nodded to the small pile of books he had been reading now he was awake longer. Gabriella quickly found the my baby book and opened it. Blaise looked over her shoulder and read the information Harry had written out, baby scans and then the details of Orion's birth, date, weight. The father's name was blank but Harry had placed his own name in the bearer space.

"I'll have those pictures printed so you can start putting them in," Gabriella told Harry as she closed the book. She gave Blaise a knowing look that worried him before leaving the room. Harry had missed the interaction and made his way back to the bed with Orion now in his baby grow for bed. He settled back on the bed before lifting his top and placing Orion to his chest. He had been shy and awkward about doing this at first but now it was natural, Blaise felt a sense of awe wash over him every time he saw it.

"That went better than I thought," Harry grinned at him once Orion was settled and suckling happily.

"I told you you didn't need to get so worked up," Blaise told him as he walked over and took his now familiar spot on the left hand side of the kind size bed and stretched out his long legs.

"You think that was worked up? I probably would have been a mess without you to help me," Harry laughed. Blaise didn't quite know how to respond to that, over the last week he had grown increasingly attached to them both, but he knew he wouldn't be able to keep them, that eventually Harry would leave. They sat in silence as Orion fed and then Harry winded him and settled him into his basinet.

"What are your plans for the war?" Blaise asked cautiously as Harry stiffly settled back onto the bed next to him. Harry paused for a moment before getting comfy and turning onto his side so he could look at Blaise.

"Mostly, I just want to stay neutral. I'd rather not be involved at all, but I seriously doubt that Dumbledore and the 'light' lot are going to allow that," Harry sighed snuggling underneath the covers slightly.

"So your going to go back to them?" Blaise frowned slightly.

"Not likely. They would have made me kill my baby, they would take him off me now if they found out about him. They've never given me an option you know," Harry said quietly not meeting Blaise's eyes, instead looking down and playing with the duvet cover.

"What do you mean they've never given you the option?" Blaise frowned starting to feel that he would need his legendary Slytherin cool to make it through this conversation without wanting to go and AK every single one of the light side.

"It was just…your going to fight Voldemort, he's all evil and murdered your parents and mean and killed your parents and your going to fight him. No one asked what I wanted, no one asked what I wanted to do with my life, if I wanted to fight. Even Hermione expected me to until I told her about Orion and told her I didn't want to fight," Harry said softly.

"What do you want?" Blaise asked curiously.

"What?" Harry looked up startled at him with wide green eyes.

"What is it that you want to do?" Blaise asked not taking his eyes from Harry's shocked face.

"I…I want a family, a home, a husband, children…brothers and sisters for Orion. And I just want to be left in peace. I don't want to fight, I don't want to fight in the war. I don't want to go anywhere near the 'light' side anymore," Harry sighed.

"You can have that," Blaise said softly not liking the weariness and resignation on Harry's face. His heart lurched at Harry's words but also hurt for the simplicity of what Harry desired from life.

"I'm going to have to fight with everything I have to keep Orion safe, his aunty is in danger constantly of being murdered because of her blood. And my luck doesn't work to being able to have what I want," Harry smiled weakly not looking at Blaise again.

"Your not alone Harry. There is not a time limit to how long you can stay here. Your staying here for as long as you are in danger and as long as you want to, Granger also has my protection, as soon as she has told Remus and Sirius about Orion she is welcome to come and live here. If you don't want to go back to the light side then I can negotiate yours and Orion's safety with the dark side without you having to fight," Blaise shuffled down and lay on his side so that Harry wouldn't be able to avoid his gaze.

"Blaise I can't ask you to do that, you and your family have managed to stay neutral, this will be exposing you to Voldemort," Harry argued looking troubled.

"Harry, just giving my name to the war will help, I can barter not fighting, just as adding your own name will work. Orion is a magical child, and the heir to one of the oldest names in our world, if we go to Voldemort he won't be in danger. Also Hermione is a known exceedingly bright and powerful witch, Voldemort is not against muggle borns per say, he is against them bringing the muggle world into ours and destroying our traditions, which weakens our magic," Blaise explained softly.

"The Old Ways?" Harry asked curiously.

"You know about them?" Blaise asked surprised.

"Me and Hermione have been practicing in secret since our fourth year, Orion was given the correct blessings during the trimester months and on the winter equinox," Harry smiled.

"Your are going to give him a blessing," Blaise stated rather than asked.

"Yes, I want to wait for things to calm down, and I would like Sirius and Remus to be there, which is going to need time for them to get used to the idea that I have a baby and that I am backing away from the war. They are going to be upset that I kept it from them as much as anything else," Harry huffed.

"Mother will be delighted to help you start planning the blessing when Granger gets here," Blaise smiled trying to get Harry back onto happier thoughts.

"I'm sure she will, she seems the type that enjoys planning parties and celebrations," Harry grinned as Blaise snorted.

"She will be in her element. Be warned though she will want to dress you up like you're a doll," Blaise mock shuddered getting a laugh from Harry as he had intended.

"I'm starting to see what your childhood was like," Harry smiled before hesitating and biting his lip, the question on his mind clear in his face. Blaise chuckled, Harry's face was always so open.

"Ask, you do not have to worry with me," Blaise grunted uncomfortably but the smile he got was worth it.

"What happened to your father?" Harry asked softly scanning Blaise's face. Blaise tensed slightly before relaxing at the open and warm look on Harry's face.

"He was killed when I was 10. My uncle was incredibly jealous of my father. He was the younger brother and my father had always been more talented, he also inherited the main portion of the family as is traditional. When I was 9 my mother found out that she was not going to be able to have any more children, her and my father were bound together in the traditional ways and so my father would have no more heirs as he could not be unfaithful to my mother. My uncle spent the year planning and then decided that he would kill me, then wait a few years and kill my father, that way he would inherit everything," Harry gasped and covered his mouth at Blaise's revelation. "He used a slashing hex, he was going to allow me to bleed to death but my father returned from his business trip earlier than expected and found him standing over me. They duelled, and my uncle killed my father but not before he had been hit with a blasting hex to the head. He brain haemorrhaged and died two days later," Blaise told the story as unemotionally as possible, but the tenseness and tightness to his voice told Harry how much this hurt him.

"Blaise…" Harry started before reaching out and touching his hand gently.

"My mother grabbed me and took me to St Mungo's. I was fine except for a scar," Blaise tightened his hand around Harry's gently.

"I'm sorry," Harry said honestly. Blaise didn't feel annoyed or angry as he normally did when people made this sentiment, as Harry, Harry could understand what it was like to loose a parent, the guilt that came with knowing a parent had sacrificed themselves to protect you.

"My mother was heartbroken and struggled for a while. But she coped, Narcissa Malfoy was actually incredibly helpful while I was a teenager as my mother struggled with the broken bond," Blaise admitted softly.

"That's why you and Draco are so close?" Harry asked, his voice completely un-judging to Blaise's relief.

"From when I was ten we were more like brothers than anything else. He supported me while my mother struggled and I had my own grief," Blaise nodded. "Your not…" Blaise hesitated and stopped looking unsure how to continue.

"Draco reminded me of my cousin. He insulted the two people who had been my first friends," Harry admitted quietly feeling that he had to give something after how much Blaise had just shared with him, unfortunately he had a horrible feeling that that would lead to revealing his life at the Dursleys.

"You do not get on with your cousin?" Blaise asked confirming Harry's worry.

"My relatives…they never really appreciated having a wizard in the family. My aunt was my mum's sister, I think she was jealous. Mum was prettier and a witch, from the sound of it my grandparents were very proud of her. Where Petunia isn't attractive, isn't overly intelligent, she doesn't stand out in any good way. Her and Vernon, her husband, hated anything that weren't normal, so their wizarding nephew was a no no. Dudley, my cousin took on the same train of thought, he bullied me from before we could walk, he made sure I had no friends growing up, he made my life miserable as much as he could, he thought he was entitled to everything and anything he wanted," Harry explained without looking up from fiddling with the duvet again.

"And then you met Draco, who is spoilt, bullying and arrogant," Blaise sighed. "Believe it or not when your friends with him and not in public he's actually a very giving friend. He would go to the ends of the earth for you if you need it," Blaise said quietly.

"I know he must have good qualities if you are friends with him, I've got to know you well enough to know you don't suffer fools lightly. But my experiences with him have all been bad, plus I had Ron, who hates anything Malfoy, as my friend," Harry sighed.

"What happened with you and Weasley? Granger is helping you, but you have said nothing about Weasley," Blaise asked the question that had been burning his mind for the last week.

"Ron…Ron and the Weasley's are family to me, Ron is like a big brother, the other Weasley children siblings, Molly and Arthur the closest that I have had to parents. But…" Harry paused unsurely.

"But?" Blaise urged squeezing Harry's smaller hand which was still in his larger one.

"But they're also incredibly loyal to Dumbledore and the light side, and like Remus and Sirius…I don't know if they will choose me," Harry admitted sadly.

"You do not know for sure until they have been told. It seems to me that more than anything else the Weasleys choose family first. And you have Granger, you have me and mother now, and most of all you have Orion," Blaise comforted him.

"I don't know what I would have done without you and your mother Blaise, I can never thank you enough for what you are doing for us. I haven't felt this safe before," Harry smiled before giving a jaw breaking yawn.

"Go to sleep Harry, we have plenty of time to talk, you will need to be up to feed him in a few hours," Blaise chuckled seeing the tiredness in his face.

"Mm, goodnight Blaise," Harry murmured as his eyes closed of their own will and he sunk into a warm, pleasant sleep. Blaise stayed for another couple of hours, just watching Harry and Orion sleep, enjoying being in their company while he could. He knew that he was getting too attached to them, he knew that he had already fallen in love with Orion and wanted to take the part of his father, he also wanted to take to part of Harry's partner and be with him, he fell for him more and more every day. When Harry had spoke of having a family earlier, a husband and more children Blaise's mind had flashed to the image of him being Harry's husband, small caramel skinned, dark haired children running around and a young boy with dark hair, pale skin but Blaise's own eyes. He could adopt Orion, blood adoption would make Orion his son and give him some of his features, he already felt parental and protective towards the baby.

With a sigh he stood and slipped out of the room not disturbing the other two occupants of the room and slipped into his own bedroom distracted with his own heavy thoughts.
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