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Of Lions And Lambs - Part Four	By : Marblez Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9326 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Warning – I had to tweak some of the Next a Generation facts so quite a few things aren't strictly canon but as this is a crossover fix are you really that surprised?

Epilogue
Eleven Years Later

“Scorpius!”

Standing at the foot of the grand staircase with his hands on his hips Draco shot a glare across the entrance hall to where his husband of twelve years was leaning against the front door of the Manor, chuckling to himself as he in turn watched his husband waiting somewhat impatiently for their son to make his way downstairs.

“Scorpius!”

“I’m coming!”

Draco sighed, pressing the palms of his hands over his eyes.

He had come to learn that, even at the tender age of eleven, when his son used those particular words combined with that specific tone he in fact meant he was nowhere near ready for whatever he claimed to be coming for.

“This is all your fault,” he grumbled, stalking across to his husband and smacking him on his perfectly form chest with the back of his hand. “I was never like this as a…”

“Oh, I beg to differ, my little dragon,” Narcissa announced as she swept into the room in an effortlessly glamourous way that most women of fifty years of age struggled to achieve. “You were, in fact, entirely worse than my dear grandson.”

“I was not!” Draco protested, glaring across at his mother as she made her way to the bottom of the stairs. “Mother!”

“Scorpius? It’s time for you to be leaving for the station.”

Within moments of his grandmothers gentle voice echoing through the hallways of the grand building they heard the sound of hurried footsteps on the floor above them and then there was Scorpius, with his wild platinum blonde curls which gave him the illusion of being an innocent little cherub and his beaming smile.

“I’m here, Grandmama,” he announced, sliding into her welcoming arms and hugging her tight around her remarkably trim waist. “I’m going to miss you.”

Draco sighed.

Ever since they had moved back into the Manor with his parents his mother had replaced him in his own son’s eyes as the most important person in his world.

At first it had been very frustrating, to the point where he had become irrationally jealous of his own mother, but over time he’d come to the terms with the fact that he came second to his mother in his sons eyes…unless he was frightened or upset…

Then he was third as Scorpius much preferred to be comforted by his daddy.

“No you won’t,” Narcissa countered, running her fingers through Scorpius’s hair. “You’ll be much too busy getting into all sorts of trouble with your friends. You won’t even think about the rest of us until it’s time for you to come home for the holidays.”

“Trouble? Us?” Scorpius murmured innocently before offering his grandmother a sheepish smile and ducking his head, his hair falling into his eyes as a mischievous giggle burst forth from his thin lips. “Ok, so maybe you're right…”

“Of course she is,” Lucius agreed as he made his own way down the grand staircase, relying on both his cane and the bannister to support himself as he moved slowly ad carefully having recently taken a tumble. “Your Grandmama is always right.”

One of the greatest challenges which had appeared following their return to England was adjusting to the fact that he could do nothing but watch as his parents slowly aged more each day whilst he and his husband remained eternally youthful.

He'd lost count of the amount of times he’d offered to turn his parents so that they could all live together once Scorpius finished aging and became truly immortal just like Renesmee had but they’d politely refused each and every time, stating categorically that they had no desire to live forever and were content to be happy with the time that they had been granted, grey hairs, wrinkles and all.

“Scorpius, your Grandmama and I have something that we’d like to give you,” Lucius announced once he'd reached his wife's side, touching the small of her back in a fondly intimate manner before reaching inside his pocket to retrieve a small jewellery box covered in soft black velvet. “Tradition dictates that children of pureblood families be presented with a familial gift before they leave the family home for the first time, whatever the circumstances may be. It is intended to remind them of what is important, of what truly matters. Family.”

Scorpius nodded, his striking amber eyes fixed on the jewellery box.

“Your father received a pendant engraved with the Malfoy family crest,” Lucius continued to explain, his words prompting Draco to smile as he thought of the pendant he'd always worn beneath his clothes on “special occasions” which had been his private code for feeling homesick for so many years before it had been lost, vanishing from his room one day whilst their home had been infested with the Dark Lord and his loyal supporters never to be seen again. “Traditionally it is the parents who perform this task…but I'd already commissioned this piece with the jewellers so it was relatively easy to convince your Papa to allow me the honour. Open it.”

Always a fan of presents, no matter the occasion or size, Scorpius eagerly accepted the velvet box into his hands and cracked open the lid, peering inside at its contents.

“Oh…” he breathed, reaching inside to carefully stroke the crest engraved on the face of the delicate signet ring with his fingertip. “Grandfather…it's wonderful…”

“I attempted to find a version of the Whitlock family crest that would work but unfortunately it proved impossible,” Lucius explained, plucking the ring out of the box so that he could place it carefully on his grandson’s finger. “Traditionally a signet ring like this is worn on the outer finger of the left hand. There. This particular ring will also adjust itself to fit you as you grow. Now as I was saying I couldn't make the design work with the Whitlock crest so instead I used the Cullen family crest.”

Scorpius extended his arm so that he could study the ring now adorning his finger.

“Papa,” Scorpius called out, surprisingly beckoning Draco over first. “Daddy. Look.”

Moving at a much more human speed than they sometimes did the couple moved to stand begin their son, one at each shoulder, and took a moment to admire the intricate design which had been carefully worked into the platinum rings face.

If you were to glance at it quickly you would assume it was nothing more than an old fashioned family crest but if you took the time to peer closer (or had the enhanced senses of a vampire allowing you to see everything in great detail) you would immediately notice that the design was in fact two crests joined see lesson together to create an entirely new one, the Malfoy crests with its distinct ‘M’ and roaring dragons on the left and the traditional shield design of the Cullen crest on the right.

Jasper hummed in appreciation, touched by the thoughtful way that both sides of their family had been included within the gift instead of just the magical lineage.

“Father…” Draco murmured softly, moved almost beyond words. “It's…when you said you already had something commissioned I didn't think you meant…”

He found himself rubbing the bare patch of skin at the base of his littlest finger.

“…could they make more?”

Lucius chuckled.

“You’ll be please to know then, Draco, that I've already placed an order with the jewellers for two more signet rings bearing the Malfoy-Whitlock(Cullen) crest as it has now been registered, complete with a size adapting charm,” he responded, retrieving the box from Scorpius's other hand and slipping it back into his pocket. “Now young man, I believe you have a very important train to catch…”

Draco huffed as his son hugged his grandfather tightly for a long moment before hurrying over to where his trunk was waiting, his eagle owl sleeping in its cage on top of it and offering the group of adults a “well come on then, I'm waiting” face.

Bidding his parents a quick farewell Draco picked up the newspaper which was in fact a Portkey and offered it to his husband and son, waiting until all three of them were touching part of it whilst also holding on tightly to Scorpius’s luggage before he murmured the incantation which activated the magical transportation device.

They were swept up into the air, whirling about in a sort of magical cyclone made up of distorted colours as the Manor faded from sight around them before eventually they were dropped unceremoniously in the designated arrival spot attached to Platform 9¾, almost landing on top of another family by accident.

“Apologies,” Draco murmured politely as he stumbled backwards so as to avoid the startled mother, noticing that the family were having trouble moving the large trunk out of the way hence why they had almost been landed on. “Let me help.”

Using his immortal strength he easily picked up the trunk which belonged to the unfamiliar family while Jasper picked up Scorpius's, their son left in charge of his satchel bag and the owl cage, and before the other little family could protest the two trunks had been effortlessly deposited at the luggage coach.

“Um…thank you…”

Draco offered the father of the small family a nod before joining his husband and son in making their way along the platform, looking out for their close group of friends who would also be here to drop of various children in a variety of years.

A distinct smell of wet dog assaulted their senses.

“There they are,” Scorpius announced, hurrying forward to join his friends who just like him were dressed for the journey and carrying their various caged animals. “Hi!”

“Scorpius!” Lily, Harry and Jacobs youngest child at five years old and their only daughter, squealed as she threw herself at her favourite cousin. “Missed you!”

“They only popped round the other day, Lilu, so there’s no need to be quite so dramatic,” Harry chuckled, using the pet name which someone had created for his daughter by combining the beginning of both her names – Lily Luna. “However I was starting to wonder if you were going to make it on time, Draco.”

“Someone wasn't quite ready to leave on time,” Draco responded, nodding towards his son who was now showing off his signet ring to Teddy and JJ who both announced that it was ‘very cool’ and declared that they wanted one. “However it does appear that, despite our tardiness, we have still beaten the various members of the Weasley clan here. Not that that's much of a surprise.”

Harry chuckled.

He'd aged well, growing into his masculine features and wearing the early grey hairs with pride whereas some would have hurried to conceal them one way or another.

His hair was still as untameable as ever though and unfortunately all three of his children seemed to have inherited it, even shy little Albus who despite being nine years old and “a big boy” was more than happy to cling to his Alphas hand.

It had always amused Draco that all three of their younger children had picked up Teddy’s habit of referring to Jacob as Alpha (or Apa when they were younger and not so good at pronouncing all of their letters) instead of giving him a paternal nickname.

“I would imagine that Hermione will be more than a little bit flustered by the time they finally arrive,” Harry muttered, reaching down to pick up his daughter who had chosen that moment to stumble over to the adults in order to whine about her tired feet and settled her comfortably on his hip. “She hates to be late to anything.”

“Victoire!” Teddy suddenly cried out joyously, splitting away from the group and hurrying over to take her satchel bag (pink with delicate looking red and blue flowers all over it) off of her as the first of the Weasley families approached.

It was cute how he thought that no one knew they were “dating” despite his blatant displays of affection for the younger girl who was literally a miniature of her mother.

“Thank you, Teddy,” the fourteen year old in question murmured, an adorable blush flushing across her cheeks as she smiled up at the tall fifteen year old boy, her hand moving to tuck her strawberry blonde hair behind her ears. “I like your hair today.”

It wasn't unusual to hear such a comment directed at Teddy who liked to experiment with different colours and styles using his metamorphagus abilities and as such was sporting a bubble-gum pink colour, the hair spiked up to show off the ice white tips.

“Thanks.”

Now it was Teddy’s turn to blush and Draco literally felt his heart rate increase.

“Bonjour, mes amis!” Fleur called out brightly in her native language as she and her husband, a senior curse breaker, joined the other adults with her middle child following her so as to stare adoringly up at Jasper who had been the object of her ten year old affections for quite some time. “Non, petit, aller avec les autres.”

Pouting as only a ten year old girl could Dominique let out a big huff and tossed her flaming red hair over her shoulder before stalking over to the group of children, shouldering past her younger brother who immediately began to fuss.

“I've got it,” Bill murmured resignedly before his wife could move, running a hand across his badly scarred face before moving over to crouch in front of his eight year old son who immediately began whining, rubbing his shoulder and pointing towards Dominique as tears built up in his eyes. “Dominique…”

“Bonjour!” Gabrielle, heavily pregnant with her first (and only) child echoed her sister’s bright greeting as she waddled up to the group with her husband dressed in an utterly stunning maternity dress. “How is everyone today? I hope you don't mind us coming to wave everyone off but Fleur and I are going shopping for some more baby clothes and it seemed silly to expect her to make two trips into town.”

Draco spared her husband a sympathetic glance.

It had come as something of a shock when Dimitri, his personality much healed after his years spent with Carlisle and Esme, had fallen in love with Gabrielle DeLacour, by then a successful model, after moving to England with the rest of the Cullen’s.

It had been even more shocking when she'd reciprocated his feelings.

The discovery of her pregnancy was what had eventually prompted them to marry, her family insisting that “things must be done properly” and there was now a plan in place for Gabrielle to be turned by Carlisle following the birth of her child.

“Dimitri.”

“Jasper,” the significantly improved vampire responded softly, offering a respectful nod for the happy couple. “Draco. Good to see you both.”

Gabrielle’s career had kept the pair of them in Paris until just recently when she’d finally been convinced to take a break until after her child had entered the world.

“Hugo?” Albus suddenly piped up from Jacob’s side, leaning forwards as he gazed through the bustling crowd of parents and student on the platform. “Hugo?”

Hugo Weasley was the only person who could draw Albus out of himself, the pair of them having grown up to be as close as brothers despite the fact that they lived in completely different countries what with their birthdays being only two days apart.

“Yes, I think that’s them, Al.”

It was indeed the second Weasley family that they had all been waiting for, Ron beaming proudly even as Hermione looked flustered and worried.

“Al!” Hugo cried out brightly as soon as he spotted his friend, hurrying forwards to throw his arms around the smaller boy in a move that instantly reminded all the adults of how Harry and Ron had been when they were that age. “You hear about the Cannons? They won their last match and have advanced into the semi-finals!”

Hugo had inherited his father’s love of Quidditch, particularly to do with the unfortunate Chudley Cannons who were still struggling along as ever.

“Parked all right then? No trouble with everything being backwards,” Ron asked Harry somewhat cheekily as they joined the others, Rose hurrying over to her own best friend and confidant, Scorpius. “I did. Hermione didn’t believe I could pass a Muggle driving test, did you? She thought I’d have to Confund the examiner.”

“No, I didn’t,” Hermione said, her tone more than a little bit exasperated as she attempted to tame a wayward piece of hair. “I had complete faith in you.”

“As a matter of fact I did Confund him,” Ron whispered conspiratorially to Harry, the three vampires presents hearing it loud and clear however. “I only forgot to look in the wing mirror, and let’s face it, I can use a Supersensory Charm for that.”

Harry chuckled deeply before admitting softly,

“I did exactly the same thing…”

Harry and Jacob had moved their family (and their house with the use of some very clever magic) onto the Reservation after the vampires had relocated to England and had become the accidental leaders of the growing Wizarding Community.

Pansy and Paul had been the first couple to marry after Harry and Jacob, their engagement ending rather abruptly when Pansy had discovered she was pregnant.

Much to everyone’s dismay the couple had decided to keep up the accidental tradition their own names had begun, naming their children Peter, Penelope and Persephone although the twins were known to all as Penny and Percy.

Leah had become the enemy of single witches all the world over when she had publically become the wife of Viktor Krum, their wedding equally as publicised as Harry and Jacob’s had been due to the Romanians successful Quidditch career.

They now had three children of their own, also being blessed with twins although theirs came first, Elena entering the world five minutes before her brother Klaus.

Their youngest child, Edith, had almost been lost having arrived far too early but she was a remarkably strong little thing, determined to live and had just turned two.

Seth and Blaise had only married recently despite the fact that they had already been fathers twice over by then, their son Harry (who had been named after Seth’s father despite some people assumptions to the contrary) had even acted as their ring bearer although little Aurora had been far too young to be properly involved.

“If you’re not in Gryffindor, we’ll disinherit you,” Ron announced suddenly, aiming his voice towards the three elven year olds who had obviously been discussing their hopes regarding the sorting ceremony. “But no pressure.”

“Ron!” Hermione all but shrieked, smacking her husband on the arm before hurrying to reassure her now panicking daughter. “He doesn’t mean it.”

A whistle sounded sharply.

“It can’t be elven o’clock already!” Hermione gasped, pressing a hand to her fluttering heart as she stared wide eyed at the train. “Rose, have you go everything?”

“Yes, mum,” her long suffering daughter sighed before starting to recite a well-practised list whilst gesturing to the item in question. “Bag. Purse. Wand. Coat. Scarf. Gloves. Hat. Spare hair ties for when this one finally snaps. Lunch. Drink.”

“Don’t forget to give Neville our love,” Harry murmured, moving to pull both Teddy and JJ into a tight hug each, the younger of the two immediately shaking his head.

“Dad! I can’t give a Professor love!”

“But you know Neville,” Harry pointed out, his tone betraying his obvious exasperation. “He’s your sisters Godfather, for crying out loud!”

“Outside, yeah, but at school he’s going to be Professor Longbottom, isn’t he?” JJ pointed out as he accepted a hug from his little brother and sister who didn’t want him to go yet. “I can’t walk into Herbology and give him love…”

Moving silently across to where his son was stood Draco pulled the small boy into a gentle hug, smoothing back his hair before leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Will you be disappointed in me if I don’t get into Slytherin like you did?”

Slytherin House had improved greatly since the war, its foul reputation slowly being eroded away until it was now a house just any other at the school although its students were still the most secretive and cunning but not necessarily malicious.

“Not at all,” Draco reassured him instantly and genuinely. “The Sorting Hat will place you in whichever house will best suit you in regards to your education.”

He and Jasper had discussed this subject at length and, given that Scorpius had a natural thirst for knowledge as well as a talent for picking up various subjects, both of them suspected that he would end up being sorted into Ravenclaw.

Moving aside so that Jasper could move in for his own hug Draco smiled at the image that father and son made, with their similar features and adorable curls.

“You look after yourself while you’re away at school, Scorpius,” Jasper instructed his son softly, holding his little pride and joy by his shoulders. “Write to us when you can.”

“I will, Daddy,” Scorpius murmured, his accent slipping into a perfect imitation of his fathers as was his habit when addressing his American parent. “I’ll do you proud.”

“There is no way you could ever not make me proud, Scorpius,” Jasper reassured him, cupping his son’s cheek with his cold hand. “Try not to scare too many of your fellow pupils when you drink your blood…unless they deserve a good fright…”

Scorpius giggled happily.

Most of the time he ate human food but every now and then his body required him to intake some blood, his favourite being dragon blood but only when it had been harvested safely and humanely as he hated the idea of any creature being in pain.

“Time to board the train, I think,” Draco murmured somewhat reluctantly, finding himself more reluctant to part with his son than he had expected to be. “Have a wonderful time, my son, and we’ll see you when you come home for Christmas.”

“Love you, Papa,” Scorpius murmured, initiating a second hug with Draco before turning and doing the same with Jasper. “Love you, Daddy. I’ll write this evening.”

Students were already hanging from the widows calling out goodbyes by the time that Teddy, Victoire, JJ, Rose and Scorpius boarded the train one after another.

Draco wasn’t the only one who was relieved when the group found a compartment with only one occupant, a tiny little girl with beautiful chocolate skin and a full head of thick braids which ended in colourful gems and beads, and proceeded to take over the space after introducing themselves to the young girl who looked more than relieved to have some company for the journey, already smiling at Rose.

“I’m Helen,” Draco heard her introduce herself softly. “Helen Merrifield.”

“I love your hair, Helen,” Victoire announced, actually reaching out to touch one of the little gems. “I wish my hair would hold braids like that but it just falls out.”

“My mother did it for me,” Helen explained, shaking her head so that the gems and beads tinkled brightly. “She always wears her hair in braids like this.”

One by one the train doors were slammed shut and more and more faces appeared at the trains windows, everyone hoping to get one final look at their parents.

Unfortunately quite a few people were staring across at Harry, Jacob, Albus and Lily.

“Why are they all staring?” Albus grumbled, not at all fond of the attention.

“Don’t let it worry you,” Ron instructed him brightly before Harry could answer, grinning down at his son and his honourary twin. “It’s me. I’m extremely famous.”

It wasn’t just the children who laughed in response to his comment.

The train began to move and they hurried to walk alongside it, watching their children’s faces through the glass, each of them already beaming with excitement.

Draco found that his smile was somewhat sadder than he would have liked but still he waved to his son, wishing him the happiest of first years at Hogwarts even though his heart was breaking into little pieces at the thought of not seeing him every day.

The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air.

The train rounded a corner.

“They’ll be alright.”

Harry was right, of course, and his words offered comfort to each of them.

All was well.

“So…” Ron murmured softly before perking up brightly. “Pub?”

“Ronald!”

THE END

A/N I can’t believe that this day has finally arrived. I have been writing this story for almost eight years (yikes) but now it is finally at the end. I hope you’ve enjoyed it and, those of you who have been reading from the beginning, well done for surviving all the long waits I put you through. LOL. For those of you who are interested I’ll put a list of the family groups in this Alternate Universe with the children’s ages in the Epilogue below as I had to plan them all out even though I only mentioned a few. X
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