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Punishment or a Gift	By : Darcie Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 24
The air was cold with silence and fear as Harry released the curtain slowly and carefully backed away, his trembling hand reaching for his wand. His emerald eyes focused on the grimy green complexion of Voldemort, just the same as he had been on the hill, eyes grey and glazed over yet concentrating on every move Harry made and exceptionally every move Draco made. "This is it," the Slytherin mumbled, barely coherent, as his free hand rubbed over the skin of his swollen stomach. "This is it, baby, do what you gotta do."
The Gryffindor stood solemnly erect and turned his raven head just enough to give Draco a meek smile and a nod. To his surprise, he caught Draco glaring back at him with a triumphant grin on his face and mouthed the words "I love you" before he slipped his azure eyes closed and focused on the birth of their baby. A solitary tear slipped down his dirty cheeks as he turned back to face the maniacal master of fiends that stood before him.
"The baby is close to being in my hands," Voldemort hissed as he watched the boy birthing the child to become heir of the Dark Lord title. Painfully slow, he reached out his long, scale-like fingers towards the area between Draco's spread legs. "That's it, Mister Malfoy. Put it in my hands."
Hermione reached her free hand around to grab Ron's as they remained, petrified, at Draco's side. She sensed Draco's immense fear as his sweating hand trembled and gripped hers in the most painful way. Her own fear overtook her so much that she was unable to release her boyfriend's hand to wipe away the tears that flowed from Draco's exhausted eyes as he whispered constantly that he loved Harry. She couldn't control the small smile that spread across her face.
Voldemort reached closer with his horrid hands towards Draco's opening as he chuckled throatily each time Draco grunted and pushed with everything he had left in him. "That's it," the monster continued to hiss.
Bravely, Harry pulled his wand from his robe and pointed it at Voldemort's chest, his own chest heaving as his heart beat furiously in his chest. "Don't you dare put your filthy hands on my child!"
The Dark Lord backed away slightly, his colorless eyes squinting in pure hatred as one of those scaly hands reached in his robe and pulled a wand, resembling Harry's in every way. "I am going to finish you off, now." Each word was spit at the boy with the famous scar on his head. "Shame it has to be done in front of your boyfriend," he mused spitefully.
Outside the infirmary, Snape is pacing the corridor, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he contemplated and as Narcissa leans against the wall, tears evidently slipping down her pale cheeks. "I haven't cried for something in so long," she mentions as Snape halts in front of her. She looks up at him with her sparkling turquoise eyes.
The Potions Professor leaned closer, resting his greasy forehead against hers as they feared together.
Their silence was broken as a bumbling half-giant came charging down the corrider. "Ay, I heard bout Malfoy an thought I'd come give em a visit!" He only paused momentarily at the infirmary doors before he entered as Snape and Narcissa both gasped and tried to reach at Hagrid before he entered. But it was too late, and now he would become face to face with the Dark Lord.
Voldemort scowled at Harry as their identical wands pointed at each other, each of them staring daggers at the other while Draco almost silently continued laboring. "Boy, you are no chance against me this time!"
Harry took a deep breath as he suddenly heard more footsteps nearing the curtained room. His emerald eyes darted from Voldemort to Draco and back again until the curtain was opened and Hagrid entered.
"What in Merlin's name! You-know-who!" He froze as Voldemort cackled and pushed his wand further into Harry's proximity.
"He will die this time, Hagrid."
Time seemed to freeze as Harry sadly prepared to take one last glance at his best friends in the corner, to his friend who first saved him from the Dursleys and told him he was a wizard and one last glance at his love, Draco, who somehow was silently giving birth with his eyes closed as if he was concentrating on some unknown force to aid him. Perhaps, it was the love they shared, Harry thought. And as he prepared to smile that goofy grin of his for the very last time, his emeralds twinkled as a warmth of love and bravery flowed through him, as the image of his parents flashed behind his eyelids.
Voldemort raised his wand to position and opened his mouth to sling the curse but he what he was not prepared for, was for it to be spoken by two other people as a half-giant dove in front of his target.
"Avada Kedavra!" the Dark Lord exclaimed, the neon green light illuminating the room as it hit Hagrid.
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry screamed with everything, his eyes dark with fury as the same light flowed from his wand and sunk into his victim.
"Avada Kedavra!" the white bearded Head master professionally executed as the green light exploded from Voldemort's chest, leaving him nothing more than a corpse lying on the floor.
The Slytherin's eyes suddenly opened, as the pressure within increased to a degree it had not reached before. He threw his blonde head back against the pillow and screamed. His legs spread as far as they could and with each grunt and push, a small head of dark hair could be seen sliding down the birth canal.
Harry sighed with relief at the image of Voldemort's corpse, but his face contorted with sadness as he took in the sight of the gamekeeper on the floor as well. "Hagrid!"
Dumbledore held up a wrinkled hand and smiled at Harry. "He will be fine, but I believe there is something else you should look at." He pointed at the birthing boy on the bed. Quickly he stepped over the Dark Lord's corpse and his friend, and placed himself between Draco's legs, his hands palm up, ready to hold his baby. "That's it, Draco! Keep pushing!"
"I'm pushing as hard as I can, Potter!" Draco grunted and grit his teeth as the pressure increased further.
Hermione gripped his hand and excitedly jumped up and down. "You're doing it, Draco!" she squealed. With a quick glance she turned around to look behind her and found Ron completely passed out in the chair, his neck resting on the back of the chair.
It was an eventful moment as Snape and Narcissa barged into the infirmary followed by Madam Pomfrey. Draco bit his lip, drawing blood as the pressure drastically increased and suddenly decreased as he felt the baby sliding out of him and a shrill cry filled the crowded room.
Harry, the Boy Who Lived, was now a father as he sat at the foot of the bed, the tiny baby in his hands, purple and blue and crying as it gasped and took in its first breaths of air. He continued to hold the baby as Madam Pomfrey, in tears, cut the umbilical cord and handed a fluffy white towel for the baby to be cleansed with and wrapped in. He reluctantly, let the baby be handed over to the medi-witches that were now filing into the room to properly cleanse, dress, and measure the baby. Neither noticed Hermione exiting with Ron unconsciously floating along behind her.
He slowly made his way to Draco's side as tears of his own threatened to fall down his cheeks again as he leaned down and enveloped his love's lips in a tender kiss. As they broke the embrace, he looked down at Draco with his hazy emeralds and noticed how Draco's eyes shone radiantly. "Thank you," he whispered lightly.
"No," Draco spoke, his voice hoarse, "thank you."
The moment was happily broken as Madam Pomfrey reentered the room with a tiny bundle in her arms. She stood beside them and carefully laid the blanket clad baby in Draco's arms. "Congratulations. You have a healthy baby boy."
"Isn't he beautiful, Harry?" Draco lightly ran a finger over the baby's forehead and cheeks and tickled one of the baby's palms, causing him to grasp Draco's finger. "Look at his tiny fingers!" Draco cooed at the baby as Harry sat beside him, taking in the image of their baby in his love's arms. He couldn't contain the grin that broke out on his face. Never had he seen Draco so loving and it only caused him to love him more.
"What should we name him, Harry?" Draco turned his eyes away from the baby and looked longingly into Harry's.
The Gryffindor thought for a moment and recalled names from a book he had read once before. "How about," he paused and allowed the baby to grasp on his finger as well, "Evan Matthew?"
Draco scratched his chin and smirked pleasingly. "Not bad. What do they mean?" "Both mean "Gift of God'."
Later that morning, Draco went through the after birth process and his body was noticeably returning back to normal. Quidditch training would definitely be needed to tone those muscles back up again.
Harry had not let their new son out his sight or out of his arms as Hermione and Ron, now awake, "goo'ed and "gaga'ed at him, claiming him to be the most beautiful child ever born. It seemed as if everyone truly believed that they had created the most powerful and attractive wizard ever with raven hair and azure eyes. Harry even swore that he saw the baby smirk as Snape inspected it, poking gently at the baby and feeling uncomfortable when it grabbed his finger. Narcissa was the most happy grandmother in the world as she refused to let Draco out of her hugs. He would roll his eyes but smile as the love from his mother warmed his soul. The baby was six pounds and eight ounces at birth and rightfully declared "Evan Matthew Malfoy-Potter" by the Headmaster himself with a magical christening shortly after the birth when Draco was able to fit into normal sized robes again.
It was only two hours after the death of Voldemort did Hagrid, awake, healthy as ever and excited to see the little tyke. "Ain't he beautiful?"
"Hagrid?" Harry asked as he cradled the baby in his arms. "How would you like to be his godfather?"
Dumbstruck, Hagrid dabbed his eyes with his shirt sleeve and accepted. "I'd love to, "Arry."
"And you could babysit him once in a while, yea?" Draco walked up to them, smiling brightly at Harry and looked up at the gamekeeper.
"Of course. He is a magical creature after all."
They all chuckled lightly as the two fathers continued to touch and talk to their baby until Draco yawned.
"You need rest." Harry glanced over at Draco who could barely keep his eyes open.
"C'mon, Dumbledore gave us our own room with the baby's room adjacent to it. I think it's time for us all to rest."
"And thus begins our new lives." Draco whispered as he nuzzled Harry's shoulder. "Indeed, they have."
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