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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 Five:

Tiny... Tiny fingers. Ten Tiny fingers.

Ten tiny toes.

One snub nose wrinkled in confusion and two beautiful, bleary newborn-blue eyes blinking into the semi- darkness of their own living room.

Albus' green gaze flickered to where Scorpius slept beside him on a mattress-sized blanket given to them by his father. A basket sat to one side, filled with newborn milk, food for them both and enough blankets to build a small house. Scorpius had barely allowed him to open their door to Draco's pale face and Harry's worried frown, his hands clutching his son tight to his chest until Albus had had to shut their parents out, if only for the moment.

The dark haired man sighed, his fingers trailing gently down the soft skin of his child and carding through the thinnest wisps of blonde hair. They would still be confined to that horrible chamber Scorpius had given birth in had it not been for exhaustion taking over and allowing Rose to carry their son to their dorm while Albus lifted his mate's unresponsive, sleeping form to bed.

The Veela had woken confused, afraid and wailing for his child but with the baby in his arms, he had been happy and each passing day brought him further from the instinctive magic that had locked him away to give birth alone and closer to the man Albus had married.

"Hello, Orin."

Dark eyes flickered, unwilling to sleep and pink lips parted with a yawn. Albus grinned, placing a kiss against the boy's forehead. His son was four days old and Scorpius was almost ready to bring him out to see the world. "Everybody is going to love you, sweetheart. You're so beautiful."

"Spoken like a true father, Potter."

Albus grinned wryly at the portrait of Severus that had observed the trio in silence since their return. The man sat with a heavy tome on his lap, his head tilted in the slightest touch of curiosity. "How, may I ask, did you come upon such a name?"

"Our little endeavour into the Veela forest in France, remember? Orin was the name of the Veela who helped Score and told me what to do."

"Orin... A rather unusual name for a female, one would think."

Albus grimaced at Severus' knowing stare, his nose wrinkling in a harsher imitation of his child's. "Yeah, well, one had better keep his mouth shut about that lest he ends up hung beside Dumbledore in the Headmistress' office. We promised not to say, in case it drew unwanted attention to the nest in France."

"Who on Earth are you talking to?"

Albus turned to watch Scorpius stretch from his sudden nap, his wings flaring out slowly before he drew them back against his spine and his silver eyes searching out Orin before they had even begun to clear of sleep.

"Sevvy."

"Brat."

Scorpius cast a bemused smile at the portrait, before scooping the dozing infant into his arms. He watched Orin sleep with the softest of smirks, all but glowing in happiness. "I do believe it's time Orin met his family. Keeping him locked away in here isn't good for him and I'm sick of eating the damn crackers your father brought."

"Could have been worse," Albus grinned as he stood, grasping his mate round his slender waist and pulling both Scorpius and the child from the floor, "Orin could have been Veela and would have demanded mushed fruit instead of that baby milk."

"True... but that was not meant for him. He's perfect. My perfect human boy."

"You know, I meant to ask you about that when you came back to your senses-"

"Oi!"

Albus smirked and walked on, holding Scorpius tight as they made their way down the deserted corridor, "aren't children born of a Veela and wizard meant to be at least part Veela, like Fleur? Isn't it a bit odd that Orin smells entirely human to you? I mean, what about your Veela blood?"

Scorpius' lips pouted in thought, his eyes narrowing as they reached the main corridor and sunlight blinded him. He held the baby tighter as looks were cast in their direction. "Perhaps, because I'm male it works differently. You remember how Deg said only a portion of his children were born werepanthers? A few were born completely human. Maybe this'll be the same, a fifty fifty toss, if you will, between whether the next baby is fully human or fully Veela."

Albus nodded slowly as he pushed open the doors of the Great Hall, it made sense.

Dinner had finished in the time Scorpius had spent sleeping by their fire, leaving the Great Hall empty save for the few dozen who stayed behind to natter and the two men seated awkwardly at the Professor's table. Albus watched his father catch sight of them, his green eyes brightening behind his glasses as he elbowed Scorpius' father in the side. Caught off guard, Draco's elbow slipped from the table and he almost toppled, his silver eyes snapping to glare at the smaller man. Harry shrugged helplessly, his hands outstretched towards their sons until the blonde caught on and glanced their way.

They were out of their seats within seconds, Harry rushing from the podium whilst Draco followed behind at a dignified but no less swift pace. Albus chuckled as his father's arms locked around him, lifting him off his feet. "Al, I'm so proud of you! My first grandson!"

"Our first grandson, Potter," Draco rolled his eyes heaven-ward, his lips stretched in a bright smile as he ran a hand through Scorpius' ruffled hair and nodded proudly. "Well done, Scorpius. The Malfoy name has never had such a bright future. How is he?"

Scorpius handed the sleeping bundle over with only the tiniest hesitation, his lips parting in a small sigh as he watched Harry coo over the tiny form from Draco's right side. The sight of his father bending down to allow the shorter Harry Potter a view of their grandson was one that clenched at his heart and brought a half-sob, half-chuckle from his lips.

"Scorpius!"

The blonde turned in time to get an armful of Rose, her uncombed red curls springing into his face and making him sneeze through his laughter. "Hey, Rosie, I'm alright. Go say hi to your new cousin why don't you?"

"Oh, the baby!" Rose sniffled, her brown eyes warm as she latched onto Albus before dragging herself away to stare into the newborn's tiny face, her smile one of genuine delight.

"Orin," Albus called after her with a soft laugh, his arm coming around to wrap around Scorpius' waist, "His name's Orin."

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"Annabelle! Look it's a letter from dad!"

James had torn the parchment from its envelope before his wife could enter the sitting room, wiping her hands on a dish towel and with a small frown between her brows.

"Everything's alright pet," James' smile was bright as he read the contents of the letter, his hand reaching out to pull the small blonde down beside him on the couch. "Al's had a little boy, perfectly healthy and with a tuft of blonde hair. Dad says he looks like Al when he was a baby, though he's a tad paler."

Annabelle's swift fingers flittered to form a reply, her pale green eyes filled with relief.

What have they called him?"

"Orin," James answered, setting the letter in her lap to read, "A fancy name, that, must come from the Malfoy family tree. Can't say it doesn't suit though... Orin Potter-Malfoy. I'll have to buy him quidditch gear... How long 'till I'm able to pop him up on a broom do you think. We'll have to go see him before the little tyke's too old to be carried around the place. Oh!"

He broke off suddenly, his thoughts thoughtful. "You don't suppose it'd be wise to let the Veela nest know? I mean, Albus did say it was one of the girl's there who snuck out after dark to give them the advice that saved little Malfoy... I wouldn't want to get the kid in trouble but even just a general word to let them know a Veela's now in the family and has had a kid?"

Anna's eyes were narrowed in thought, her lips pursed before she gave a tentative nod of agreement. She handed him the dishtowel, her fingers forming the swift answer that he could send word as soon as the dishes were dry and put back in the cupboards.
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