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What have You Done?	By : slytherincailin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Albus Severus/Scorpius Views: 5699 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter Twenty- Three:

February 10th:

Scorpius woke up screaming.

He thrashed against the bindings that confined him, snapping back his wings in absolute panic and tearing through the fabric with sharp talons that had replaced his slender hands. So utterly petrified was he that when hands gripped his own arms and held them down, his magic flared in self defence and the hands tightened painfully as they were seared with fire, but still refused to let go.

"Scorpius! Scorpius, wake up!"

He groaned deep in his throat, a sound built from pure fear as he struggled against the thing that held him down, his eyes blind with the horrors of his dream.

A scent dragged him from his own mind, making him almost abruptly aware that the man above him was not an enemy, but his mate. His Albus. He breathed in the scent of the taller man's neck which had been bared for him, before biting down with sharp teeth and drawing a hiss of pain from his husband.

He thrilled softly, easing the tension of the other's shoulders until Albus relaxed against him and gave his blood willingly. A mouthful was all the Veela needed to quieten the violent tremors of his stomach and tear his mind fully away from the nightmare he had thought so very real. He pulled away with a frightened gasp, his hand seeking his rounded stomach where his baby grew steadily, kicking his feet as though in a temper for being woken up so abruptly. The Veela's breathing stilled, his wide eyes seeking Albus' in the blackness that was their room.

His mate was pulling off the top blanket, inspecting the shredded cotton with wide eyes. Scorpius glanced down at his hands, for they were, once again, the smooth palms and white nails he had grown up with instead of the talons he had known them to be only moments before. "I'm so..."

"Hush, Score," Albus said the words gently as he dropped the blanket to the floor and shook his own hands free of the slight pain of being against something so hot, before pulling the shaking Veela close to his side and stroking his pale hair. "Your fire can't hurt me, I'm your mate. This is nobody's fault. It was only a nightmare, you're safe now."

Scorpius shuddered, the memories of his dream pushing fear through his veins and twisting his gut.

"They took him."

Albus had been trailing a hand over his mate's expanding stomach, smiling softly as their child tossed and turned in his home. At those words, he frowned, recalling distantly a time when Scorpius had said the same in his brother's house. My son, he had all but moaned the words, certain they were true. They took my son...

"They took my son."

Albus' grip tightened, his mouth drawing down in a grim line as he heard his mate's broken words, spoken in a whisper as though the people he feared could hear him, could anticipate his fear.

"Who took him, Scorpius?"

The Veela remained silent, his arms clutched around his own abdomen, a vain attempt to keep his baby hidden from all the horrors of the world. "I don't know..." he moaned suddenly, his breath gasping in heartbroken sobs that pulled at Albus' heart. "I don't know..."

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February 19th:

He moved swiftly for one the equivalent of six months pregnant with child, his stance graceful as he stalked from his last class of the day, one hand held protectively over his stomach. He stopped only briefly enough to offer a smile to the few Gryffindor girls who had taken on roles of protectors and gushing friends ever since Rose had assured them that he would not lash out at those who only wanted to adore his baby.

And rightly so, he thought as he rounded the corner and continued on his way to the Hospital Wing, his child would be the most beautiful child in all of England and would deserve every moment of praise and adoration bestowed on him.

Scorpius faltered.

Him. Instinctively, he knew this child was a boy. Though he was ecstatic with the knowledge, it filled him with dread also, for it was one step closer to the nightmare that had begun to plague his sleep.

So caught up was he in his thinking that he almost collided with another as he rounded the last corner, side-stepping only at the last minute to avoid the smaller person running into his stomach. He glanced down, before his features morphed into a snarl and he hissed.

Marissa Goyle glared back up at him, her harsh features hadn't softened with age and she eyed his rounded stomach with something akin to disgust. The girl had not bothered him since the discovery of his creature traits, however it did not stop the roll of unease Scorpius felt in his stomach as he backed away, watching her scowl steadily at him. Stupid girl. She should have run screaming in the other direction.

"Score, you alright?"

The Veela turned towards the doors of the Hospital Wing, his eyes softening as Albus smiled at him. He had turned and captured his mate's hand before thinking and as they walked into the room towards a bustling Madam Pomfrey, the Veela cast only one, disturbed glance over his shoulder to confirm that his childhood tormentor was, indeed, gone.

"Ah, mister Malfoy! Right on time, come now, you know the procedure. Up on the table with you and let's have a look at that baby." A red-haired man by the name of Deg emerged from behind the closed-off office of Madam Pomfrey, brushing off the floo powder and soot from his over-sized shirt as he strode forward.

Deg was a Medic Scorpius had felt immediately at ease with, only growing more curious with him with each bimonthly check up. He had learned much of Deg's past, of the man coming into his inheritance as a werepanther, a breed of were incapable of being changed or changing ordinary people, but rather born into what they were, unlike the werewolf. He had learned of the man's mate, a surly but kind dominant and he had been most interested when Deg spoke of his six children. Long past his child bearing years, Deg had felt useless watching his children grow up and move out around him and so had devoted his life to helping other male creatures with their pregnancies and births.

Scorpius watched him hum as he rooted through the medical bag, hoisting himself with Albus' help onto the bed and laying down with ease. "Good evening, Deg, how is your family?"

The Medic let loose

a soft "aha!" as he found the potion Scorpius would have to down in order for the man to get a clear view of his child. "They are perfectly well, Scorpius, my boy, thank you for asking. I've learned only today that I am to be a grandpapa once again. My youngest boy has delved headfirst into a relationship and come out a month later pregnant. Not that I blame him, I was in much the same state myself." He chuckled lowly, handing the vial to Scorpius to drink. "Any sickness yet?"

"Not an ounce," Albus replied for him with a smile as he watched Scorpius grimace at the taste of the potion. "His stomach is as healthy and calm as it ever was, though he does tend to overdo it with the amount of sugar on his fruit."

"I'll have you know, my baby adores when I do that, and it's not as though that's my only meal, I do compromise." Deg chuckled again, bringing his hands forward and placing them on the round tummy Scorpius had just exposed. He concentrated for only a moment, before an orb of pale colour fluttered into existence over Scorpius. "Ah, well... the sex is fairly obvious. My apologies if you wanted to keep it a surprise but..."

Albus grinned as he watched the clearly defined baby snooze happily in the orb, his legs splayed and giving a very blatant view of his genitals. Scorpius glared in his direction. "My son is an exhibitionist. I blame your genes."

Deg snorted quietly, his golden eyes glazing over as he kept his hands flat; reading the baby's health levels and heart beat with only his palms. It was a type of magic Albus had yet to fully comprehend, though it fascinated him. Deg was capable of forcing an image of the baby into clear sight with only the help of a potion he had invented, thus enabling him to get a clear read on the infant's health.

He drew back with a pleased nod of his head, smirking softly at Scorpius. "Your son's in perfect condition. His heartbeat is strong and his size indicates he's further along than I anticipated two weeks ago. I've no doubt this baby will be arriving within a month, mister Malfoy, perhaps sooner. I'd suggest you start thinking of some names and what his surname will be considering you've both opted to keep your own."

He pulled down the shirt as he spoke, causing the image of their displaying child to blink out of existence. Scorpius narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "That's sooner than I thought... he'll arrive weeks before the final exams, enough time for me to smother him with affection before he'll have to live with Harry, if only for the amount of time it takes us to finish our schooling." He smiled at Albus, before sitting up slowly. "Thank you, Deg, and his surname will be Potter-Malfoy, allowing no excuse for anyone to ever doubt that he is heir to both fortunes as he is first born in both families."

"A good choice," Deg supplied easily, snapping his bag shut with a smile. "The ministry can be cruel to the likes of us... But what of a first name?"

Scorpius smiled softly, before sending a pointed look in Albus' direction. "Go on, then, I know you're dying to tell just about everyone now that it's been confirmed it's a boy."

"It is a fine name," Albus said, puffing his chest out with pride, before he dragged the Veela in close and wrapped his arms around the smaller man protectively. "And it seemed only fitting."

"What is it?" Deg asked, his curiosity finally getting the better of him.

Scorpius turned to him with a small smile. "Orin. His name will be Orin."
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