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Tommy, Son of a Dark Lord	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 30421 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: there is some squicky stuff in this chapter. Readers beware. Warnings include scat, AB, minor cross-dressing.
Minervaq: Draco will be more prominent in the Tommy/Draco character from here on, but there will still be lots of Harry mothering going on.
Chapter Twenty-Three: Draco returns to Malfoy Manor
Draco's memories were actually spotty, and there were quite a few things he was still confused about, so around November, Oliver and Harry decided that he needed to return to his home, visit his old haunts and solidify what he did know to be true. He was standing by the fireplace, wearing a set of dove-grey robes that Harry had bought for him, and fidgeting, while Harry packed up some items they might need and Oliver was dressing in the upstairs room that the two wizards shared.
Narcissa was waiting alone in the Manor's parlor, since Lucius was too nervous to sit still and was traversing the gardens on his favorite steed, an Arabian stallion named Zeus. She would send an elf to fetch him when Draco had arrived and he would return as quickly as possible.
The powder was in his hands, leaking out slowly and Harry had to poke him to get his attention. “Could you do it? I don't think I can.” Draco said and Harry nodded. “You'll have to carry me.” the boy added. Harry laughed as he lifted his baby, cast the accommodation spell and scooped out the powder.
“Malfoy Manor.” he called out and the two were whisked away. Oliver arrived just behind them, to find Harry lowering his ward and Narcissa staring with a disappointed look on her face.
“No, Cissy. It's not what you think. He needed some reassurance, that's all. It's still Draco, right?” Ollie said.
Oliver maneuvered between the two Malfoys and Draco nodded slowly. His mother put a hand out, wanting to touch her son, but not sure how he would react.
Draco/Tommy slid to his feet, smoothing his robes and taking a step to the side, around Oliver and away from Harry. “Mother, you're looking well.” he said and Narcissa rushed forward, falling into his arms and sobbing quietly. Even as she sniffed back the last of her tears, a light crash came from the door where Lucius had dropped his cane and now came across the room, scooping his family to his breast and holding them tightly.
This was only the beginning of the day, where Harry was dragged along as the Malfoys walked Draco through the repairs and renovations they had done, cleaning out the last vestiges of their dark visitor and redecorating with lighter colors and softer themes. The manor was no longer the Gothic mausoleum of his youth, but an elegant home to be proud of.
For the most part, Tommy stayed inhibited, a shadow in everything they did, but toward evening, when Narcissa was suggesting they all stay the night so that Draco could sleep in his old bed, a flash of fear crossed his face, and Harry found himself carrying his baby down to the floo with a promise to stay longer the next time.
Tommy let the Malfoys kiss him goodnight, and pulled Oliver close to whisper something to the other wizard as Harry gathered the few items that had spark strong feelings for his ward, which Lucius had insisted they take with to aid in further healing of his son. When they arrived back at Grimmauld Place, Draco picked up an old framed picture of his grandfather and trudged up the stairs. Harry watched him go with a sigh, before going to bed himself.
Draco woke with a start, looking around the room and wondering what had woken him so suddenly. He listened for sounds, but only heard the twittering of birds through the window and the pattering of rain on the roof. The same sounds that had been prevalent the entire time he'd stayed with Harry.
He climbed out of bed, picked up Griffy and trudged down the hall. When he reached the doorway to Harry's room, he stopped and watched his guardian sleep. Images came to his mind, vague pictures of he and Harry, dueling, fighting, arguing, hexing each other, and lying together on that very bed, moving with a rhythm that pulled on his heart. He dragged Griffy along, dropping the lion next to the bed as he climbed in and curled up next to Harry.
Harry felt the bed dip, sensed the warmth that was added to his side, and looked to see the head of dark curls just below his chin. He pulled the blankets out from under his bedmate and tucked them around Draco's body. “Trouble sleeping, Baby?”
“Dweams. I fink.” Draco said. “Can I stay here wiff you?”
“Sure. It's still early. We can just stay here, for a while.” Harry put an arm around Draco's shoulders and cuddled him close, wondering which memories had upset his charge.
Greg stood next to Oliver, potioned to look like Draco Malfoy, in the parlor of Red Gate Hall, the last estate that his family could keep after reparations and repairs. His father had gone to Azkaban for ten years, but his mother was pardoned. She had not participated, and actively fought against his induction into the ranks of Death Eaters, saving them both from serving time. They lived comfortably, with enough money and room to support them and Greg had a job with Hagrid, tending the animals in the Forbidden Forest and on the grounds of Hogwarts.
Greg loved animals, especially reptiles and amphibians. He was a favorite of the spiders, because of his simple ways and generosity to them. Aragog's children protected him from the scarier beasts, and he brought them table scraps from the kitchens.
Now, with one of his few friends at his side, Greg was meeting with his future bride.
Margaret Goyle had arranged with Lucille Black Flint to join their shamed families through the marriage of her son to Camille, the daughter that Lucille had with Jochan Flint, who was serving a sentence along side Goyle Sr. Camille was the younger sister of Marcus Flint, two years younger than Greg and twice as pretty as her brother, which meant she was plain.
The saving grace of the union was that Camille was bright, a Ravenclaw, and her magic was strong, on par with Greg's. Not many knew that the boy was talented magically. Though his grades were below O's, mostly A's or P's, Greg could cast some of the harder spells, especially one's that requires high levels of magic.
Oliver had promised to stand in as the best man, since Draco was not available, but would surely have been willing, so here they were, waiting for the bride to arrive.
“If Draco were here, he'd tease me about this.” Greg said with a wry grin.
“Yeah, well let's see the girl first, then I'll think up some good gibes.” Ollie said nudging the other boy.
“She's alright. No Daphne, but not as bad as Millicent.”
“Then, I'm gonna have to work on the jokes. It doesn't sound like you've made it easy for me.”
“I miss him, Ollie.” Greg sighed.
“He misses you, too.” Greg was the only one, outside of Lucius, Narcissa, and Dr. Rheingold, that they had told about Draco's returning memories. As yet, he had not been to see his old friend, but that would be remedied as soon as Draco was ready.
Hermione's was rushing around Grimmauld with magazines and books, swatches of fabric and pots of flowers. Harry wasn't sure how he'd gotten talked into helping with Neville and Luna's wedding preparations, but now he was stuck.
They had already decided on daffodils, since it was to be a May wedding, and the bridesmaids would wear yellow, to match the flowers, but not that bright of a shade. The Patil's little sister and brother, also twins, would be the ring bearer and flower girl, and all of the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw girls would stand up with her, while Neville had Seamus as his best man, Harry, Ron, Dean, Roger Davies, Eddie Carmichael and Tommy as his groom's men.
Now they was stressing over food, jewelry, venue and nail polish.
Yes, nail polish.
Her latest great idea had been to try all of her choices out on her friends and then decide by looking at the colors against the fabric of the gowns and robes. Harry and Tommy had been roped into this scheme, as well.
“I knew I should have gone back to work.” Harry groused as Padma Patil painted his left hand with Gossamer Silk, While Hermione did his right with Glorious Glow. Draco was smiling widely as he surveyed his fingers, his left done in Baby Pink Passion and his right in Let in the Sunshine. The rest of the party hadn't shown up, but Luna was doing Lavender Brown's fingers with Mighty Bright White.
“I'm glad you chose to have your wedding before the full moon. My nails always look ghastly after.” Lavender said with a sigh. Her scars would be hidden by the high necks of the dresses Luna had chosen.
“We wouldn't have it any other way. You will be in this wedding, Lav. Survivors stick together.” Hermione went to get some tissues from the kitchen as Luna started on Lavender's pinky.
The giggling was infectious, and the smell of the polish was cloying, but the atmosphere was friendly, happy and fun. Tommy had been dormant, and Draco was doing his best to keep from blurting out something that would clue in Auntie Mione to his current status, when his belly churned and a spasm jerked at his gut. The fumes had given him a belly ache and now he was about to have one really bad accident.
“Papa?” he said, climbing to his feet and rushing over to where the other wizard was just shaking his hand to dry the latest coat.
“What is it, Baby?” Harry recognized the panic in Draco's voice and was ready to banish the entire group from his home, if necessary. Draco was next to him, whispering into his ear.
“I needa go. Upstairs.”
“Okay. I'll take you.” Harry rose and went to pick up his baby, when Hermione screeched from across the room.
“No. You'll mess up your nails. I'll take him.”
Draco gaped at the witch, not sure how to keep from being found out, when Harry stepped between the two.
“If he asked me, he wants me, Mione. Don't worry. See.” he cast a quick spell that dried the polish and hefted his ward into his arms, shifting Draco onto his hip and casting the accommodation spell before heading for the stairs.
When they reached the bedroom, Harry lowered Draco to the floor and stepped back, waiting to see what the other needed. Draco turned away, feeling his intestines complain even more. He looked over his shoulder as a particularly loud grumble could be heard and Harry nodded in understanding. “I couldn't wet her help. Not while I'm membering.”
“I understand. Do you want to . . .” Harry indicated the bathroom, but then let his arm swing toward the changing table. “or is this a Tommy thing.”
“I fink it's a Draco thing, but I still wanna . . .” and he pointed in the direction Harry was indicating. Harry nodded again, aware of Draco's unique needs and still willing to be there for his ward.
“Let me know when you're ready.” he said as he gathered his supplies.
Draco went to the bed and climbed on, pulling his knees up to his chest and curling tightly into a ball as his belly continued its complaining. The cramping was bad, but not unbearable, and his position made it easier to handle. He closed his eyes, held a breath and pushed, forcing nature to move along. There was no sound, to his relief, but the soft squish of his feces passing out of his body was warm and thick, not the wet mess he had expected from the feel of it. He let out the held breath and immediately smelled the product of his efforts.
“Strong one, Baby. Is that all? It sounded a lot worse.” Harry said from the table where he had put out a clean nappy and lots of soft cloths.
Draco didn't turn, didn't look, just shifted his bottom to feel the mess he had made as it pushed back and up his bottom. There was a sizable amount, but he wasn't sure. His belly rumbled again, and another cramp struck, and it was only seconds later that the looser, wetter mess made its appearance. This was quick to fill the nappy, spreading warmth and burning a little as it saturated and spread up his bum and under his testicles. He unbent, crawling across the bed to Harry with a whimper that got the Chosen-one moving.
“Yeah, that sounded like my baby. C'mon. That's gonna sting if we don't get you cleaned up.” Harry swiftly pulled Draco up and onto the changing table, stripped off his pants and the protective cover that he'd put over the nappy.
The smell intensified as Harry loosened the stays and pulled the diaper down to begin the cleaning. The mess was everywhere. A lump in the middle testified to the first wave of poo, but the liquid release was all the way up to Draco's prick and back to the upper edge of the nappy. Harry cleaned quickly, wiping away the mess and getting the bits out of cracks and creases. Not that Draco had many of these, but, he was thorough, and soon began to apply the special ointment that Neville had made to avoid rashes and reduce smells.
“That's better. Now, how about a clean nappy and something soothing to eat? I think Kreacher can get you some of that special pumpkin juice.”
“Can I have it in a bottle?”
“Whatever you want.
“I wanna go back to the party. My nails . . .” Harry looked down where Draco's fingers were spread and smiled. If Hermione knew how he and Draco were dealing with his memories, she might be mortified, but he truly thought she wouldn't mind, too much.
“Let's go. I think you've got the perfect color for Aunt Mione's nails, right there.”
“Do you fink the Malfoys would let Woona and Wongbottom have the wedding in the Manor gardens?” Draco asked and Harry stopped, halfway through fastening the new nappy in place.
“I don't know. We could ask. I'm not sure how Neville and Luna would feel about that. I'll talk to them, first.”
“I could ask. They wike me.”
Harry wasn't sure which couple he was talking about, but decided it didn't matter. If Draco/Tommy asked, both would agree. “You could.” He pulled on a clean cover-up and pair of pants, then hoisted his baby from the table and put him on his feet. Draco took his hand and followed him down to their guests.
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