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For The Sake Of A Name	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 52498 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AN: I present to you all, chapter 26, the writing is going well at the moment and we have up to chapter 28 written and I think I know what most of chapter 29 is going to be, so things are progressing nicely; which means continued regular updates for you lot. ^_^

Enjoy.

Also I officially completed my BEng Electrical Engineering Degree on Friday with a 2:1 (second best grade possible for those of you who don’t know) so just thought I would share this good news with you all.

A big thank you to AchillesTheGeek for all their help with this chapter.

Warnings and disclaimers apply as always

Previously:

“It was from the woman who was at the meeting we went to,” Harry explained, “Madam Coram, I think it was; head of the department anyway. She said that despite some mild concerns that the inspector raised about us not being around enough, that we seemed to be doing, and I quote, a marvellous job,” he told her proudly.

“Well I quite agree, of course,” Mrs Weasley told them, “but I am glad that the ministry can see it too.”

“I just hope they stay of that opinion,” Harry told her, “I don’t know what we would do if they tried to take him.”

“I am sure you will never have to find out, dear,” she assure him; using a one armed hug to pull him against her side. “Now, come on, let’s see if we can get the rest of this stuff moved before that son of yours wakes up.”

-#-

Both Harry and Draco were really loving being back at Grimmauld Place; at home. Sirius was pretty glad too; for as much as he loved spending time with his grandson, he was enjoying having his free time back, not to mention he was already pretty tired of changing so many nappies every day.

They had set up all of Orion’s clothes, toy, nappies, changing mat, cot, and the rest of the ridiculously long list of things he seemed to need, in the nursery; which was attached to their room by a direct door that Sirius had had Kreacher put in. Draco, however, had been adamant that their baby boy was still too young to be separated from them and so Orion was continuing to sleep in his bassinette in their bedroom.

Both Harry and Draco missed having their friends around but it was nice to have some time for themselves, even if it was just cuddled up on the sofa half asleep. They had given Hermione, Blaise, Ron and Mrs Weasley access to Grimmauld place and told them that they would be able to use the floo, so it wasn’t a complete surprise when, only four days after moving home, Blaise came to visit.

“My mother is driving me crazy,” Blaise said snappishly as he stepped through the floo into the living room, where Draco was lying on the floor, with Orion, trying to get her son to grab the rattle she was holding.

Draco looked up and smiled at her friend, “What happened?”

“She doesn’t like that we are friends again,” Blaise snarled, sitting down on the floor next to Draco.

Blaise couldn’t help but smile when Orion’s eyes tried to search out the source of the voice that wasn’t his mother’s.

“So you thought visiting me would appease her?” Draco asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Well I wasn’t stupid enough to tell her WHERE I was going,” Blaise pointed out with a roll of his eyes, “She seems to think that you have become ‘corrupted by Gryffindors’ and that you are forcing me to spend time in their company.”

Draco laughed, “Yes, because I have always been SO good at forcing you into anything,” she said sarcastically.

“Well quite,” Blaise agreed, “She is just worried that with the vendetta that Lucius has obviously taken up against you, that he will take it out on me and potentially limit my options for what I can do in the future.”

A concerned frown slid onto Draco’s face at that, “You don’t think she might have a point?” she asked.

Blaise however just shrugged, “Maybe, maybe not; either way, you are my friend and I don’t care,” he said stubbornly, “besides, don’t you think that Harry’s friends are just as influential; who knows, maybe becoming friends with you and Harry is the best thing I could have done for my future.”

“And you told her this?”

“Of course, but you know how she is,” Blaise told him, looking unconcerned. “She will get over it... eventually. Where’s Harry?”

“Sleeping,” Draco told him, “he got up to feed Orion twice last night and again to change his nappy.”

“Err, I thought Harry ‘didn’t have the right equipment’ to feed Orion,” Blaise pointed out with a smirk and a nod towards Draco’s chest.

“Oh...” Draco laughed, “I’m trying to always keep a few bottles of expressed milk ready,” Draco told him. “It’s doing wonders for my sleep now that Harry does at least one feed a night, let me tell you.”

Blaise chuckled, “You really have him wrapped around your finger, don’t you?”

“Of course,” she told him proudly, shaking the rattle again and making Orion’s tiny fist brush against it.

-#-

Orion was a month old; Harry had checked the calendar twice that morning, when Draco told him that and had insisted that it couldn’t possible have been that long already. Sirius had teasingly told Harry that getting confused about time was a sign of getting old but Harry had bit back that if he was old than Sirius must be ancient, which had successfully shut his godfather up.

“I think the constantly being woken up in the night and taking naps in the day must just being making the days all blur together,” Draco suggested, and Harry thought she was probably right.

They were flooing back to Hogwarts that afternoon, so that Madam Pomfrey could check Orion’s growth and progress, and, if all was well, give him the first of him inoculations. They had read about them in several of baby books they had been given and it seemed that it was possible they might make their tiny son slightly unwell for a few days, which was making them dread it.

Molly was going to meet them at the castle as they felt it was best that they had all of Orion’s guardians present, at least for the first check up.

“Afternoon Madam Pomfrey,” Harry greeted happily as they entered the familiar medical wing.

“Harry, welcome; take a seat I will be with you all in just a minute,” she said, leaning her head out of her office into the main ward.

Draco sat on the edge of one of the bed and Harry quickly climbed up next to him; Sirius and Molly had perched themselves on the edge of the bed opposite. Orion was awake, alert and surprisingly quiet as he was cuddled in Molly’s arms; she had be passed the small boy as soon as they met, knowing she didn’t get to spend at much time with him as she would like.

“So how is everyone?” the nurse asked as she came over to them a minute or so later.

“Hungry,” Sirius grumbled.

“Well I did tell you to have some lunch before we came,” Draco chastised.

“We’re fine,” Harry told her, shaking his head at his godfather’s silliness.

“No residual pain, Draco?” the nurse asked.

“A bit of occasional back pain but nothing much,” she told her happily. “Oh and sometimes he is a bit too enthusiastic when he feeds,” she added gently rubbing her chest to ease the remembered pain.

“That sounds completely normal; if you have any problems, let me know as soon as possible,” Madam Pomfrey instructed. “Now, let’s have a look at this little man,” she said, turning and smiling down at the one month old.

She moved a finger back and forward in front of his face, seeming pleased when his eyes followed it and his hands reached out.

“Could you move around behind Molly and Sirius, and call for him, Draco?” she requested.

Harry shrugged at the questioning look that Draco gave him and so she did as asked.

“Orion,” she called and felt a little silly when she used what Harry called her ‘mummy voice’. It was somewhat higher than her usual one and no matter how much she pointed out to him that the books said it was instinctive and normal, he enjoyed teasing her about it.

Draco couldn’t see but Orion twisted his head and was obviously trying to locate his mother.

“Well it seems like his hearing is okay,” the nurse told them as she cast a few spells that neither Harry nor Draco recognised. “He has grown; he is now almost twenty inches and just over eight pounds,” she told them with a smile, as Draco moved back around the bed and brushed a hand through Orion’s slowly browning hair.

“So he is well then?” Harry asked, getting up from the bed and moving over to stand next to Draco.

“He seemed to be a very healthy and happy one month old baby boy,” Madam Pomfrey assured them, letting Orion grab hold of one of her fingers.

“Does this mean he has to have the first of the inoculation potions?” Draco asked.

“It does but we can give you a dose to add to a bottle of milk, so it won’t hurt him,” the nurse explained, “he might get a little grumpy for a day or two after he takes it, but if you are at all worried you can bring him straight back here, or directly to St. Mungo’s.”

The two young parents nodded their understanding and Harry accepted the tiny potion vial that Madam Pomfrey removed from her apron pocket.

“It’s always better to be safe, rather than sorry,” Molly reminded them, hoping to ease the sadness that was in both of their eyes; neither of them wanted their son to suffer, but they did understand that the mild discomfort was preferably by far to the alternative, should they leave their tiny boy unprotected.

As it happened, Orion was as stubborn as his parents; and though he got a mild fever and cried a little more than usual, he handled the inoculation well. If Harry and Draco had had any doubts before, the knowledge that their son was well on his way to having protection for many diseases helped to wipe them away.

-#-

There was a knock at the door. That in itself was weird; a person would have to get through the wards to be able to even reach the front door, in order to knock on it. The Potters and Sirius were part way through dinner at the time and, as one, they all turned towards the unexpected sound, before sharing confused looks.

Sirius pushed his chair back and headed along the hallway; Harry and Draco hung back near the kitchen, but within sight of the front door.

“Sirius?” Draco said cautiously, clutching Orion closer to her chest.

“I’ll be careful,” he promised looking over his shoulder and shaking his wand to show that he wasn’t unprepared.

Draco glanced to her left and saw that Harry had his wand out as well; he was obviously tense and ready to defend them should the need arise. Sirius opened the door quickly, as though hoping to surprise whoever was on the other side.

They did knock, so are probably expecting the door to open, Draco thought with some amusement.

“Black,” a familiar deep voice said coldly, and Draco could hear the sneer that the man was surely wearing.

“Snivellus,” Sirius growled.

“Is there an attack expected?” Professor Snape asked as his eyes swept over their defensive positions and the wands pointed towards him.

“Not unless you brought less welcome company,” Draco assured him; resting her hand on Harry’s wrist to get him to lower his wand. “Sirius,” she said in a slow warning voice and reluctantly the older man lowered his wand too.

“Are we to converse here on the doorstep?” Snape asked mockingly, the implied dig at Sirius’ manners hanging in the air.

“Yes,” Sirius answered quickly, “What do you want?” he demanded.

“SIRIUS!” Harry and Draco both chastised.

“We are just having dinner; would you care to join us?” Draco offered, pointedly paying no mind to the disbelief on Sirius’ face.

“I would be delighted,” the potion master accepted, coming into the house; he side stepped around Sirius with a mocking smile.

Draco led Snape towards the kitchen; Harry however hung back when he heard Sirius grumbling under his breath as he shut the front door.

“Be nice,” Harry ordered his godfather.

“I will, if he is.” Sirius told him petulantly.

“Sirius...” Harry pleaded.

The animagus felt like sulking. Scratch that he was sulking, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting; and he felt quite entitled to do so given that his long time rival had just been invited into his house for dinner.

“You know,” Harry said with a laugh, shaking his head in resignation to his godfather’s behaviour, “sometimes you behave more like a baby than Orion,” he told him.

Leaving Sirius to his fit of grumpiness in the hallway, Harry headed back into the kitchen.

“Where’s Sirius?” Draco asked, when Harry returned alone.

“Sulking, of course,” he explained dismissively, sitting down in front of his half eaten plate of Sheppard’s pie that he was sure was cold by now. “I am sure that his stomach will help him get over it in a minute, when he remembers that his food is in here,” he added with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Anyway, I assume there is a reason for your visit,” Draco said, ignoring Sirius as he skulked into the room and sat down heavily on his chair; apparently he was still in a bad mood.

“Is it not plausible that I might have just want to check up on you, Draco?” in a voice that said he knew full well that none of them really believed that to be likely. “Are you not pleased to see me?”

“Was that a joke?” Harry asked in astonishment.

Snape sneered in his direction at that but otherwise ignored him.

“Of course I am pleased to see you,” Draco said, rolling her eyes; she of course knew that the potion master was capable of being humorous; it was not an aspect of his personality that many people got to see. She was quietly glad that he was sticking around and had not sided with Lucius, but knew better than try to tell the professor as much. “However, I also don’t believe you would come HERE without good reason,” she challenged, with a smirk.

“You are quite right of course,” Snape said coldly; the corner of his mouth twitching into a sneer as he looked around the kitchen they were in and avoided looking at Sirius, who was still silently sulking. “I have just been to visit Malfoy Manor,” he told them bluntly; Snape was not exactly the kind to pull his punches, not even for those, like Draco, who he liked.

Draco visibly stiffened; anything to do with Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy rarely brought anything good to her life anymore... perhaps they hadn’t for longer than she liked to believe. It saddened her that even a single mention, of the childhood home she had loved so much, could make her feel sick to her stomach and she hated herself for missing the place.

Harry said nothing but took Orion from her arms, resting their half awake son on his shoulder; he firmly squeezed her hand in a silent show of support and comfort. It helped a little.

“As we suspected, your mother is with child; she is around four months along, she believes,” Snape told her.

“It is more than a little weird that my... brother, for lack of a better word, is going to be younger than my son,” Draco whispered, more to herself than anyone else. ““I suppose we should take this as good news,” she said calmly and despite the brave front she was putting up, Harry could hear the hurt in her voice.

“Your fath....” Snape started, but trailed off, at the look Draco was giving him, and corrected himself. “Lucius is certainly pleased.”

“Never thought I would be glad of that Bastard’s happiness,” Sirius snarled.

Draco turned to glare at him. “I would RATHER you didn’t use THAT word around me,” she said harshly, “given that TECHNICALLY I am one. Nor do I like you swearing around Orion; as you are well aware,” she added.

“Sorry...” Sirius mumbled.

“There was no mention of you, Harry or Orion whilst I was there, which could indicate that Narcissa’s pregnancy has shifted his focus,” the potion master suggested.

“Or it could just be because they know you don’t approve of Lucius’ attempts to steal our son,” Harry countered.

Snape said nothing but dipped his head in acceptance of Harry’s point.

They fell into a thoughtful silence as they ate and Harry placed, a now sleeping, Orion into a bassinette next to them. Harry couldn’t wait for the dark cloud, that was Lucius Malfoy and his campaign against them, to be gone; but he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty that it was almost like wishing away the first year of Orion’s life. It was of course more complicated that just that, but Harry was spectacularly good at feeling guilty, as Draco had told him on more than one occasion.

It was a tense atmosphere and became decidedly awkward once they had finished eating and no longer had plates of food to distract themselves with.

“I have a letter,” Snape told them; breaking the silence and making them all turn to look at him, “for you, Draco; from your.... err... from Narcissa,” he managed to correct at the last moment.

Snape pulled a piece of carefully folded and sealed parchment from the inside of his robes; he held it out for a few moments but Draco looked like she was paralyzed, so he placed it on the table and slid it over. Harry bit his lip as he watched his wife struggled to find the mental strength to pick up and open the letter.

“I do not expect it will contain anything too bad or...”

“Shut up,” Sirius barked, and surprisingly the potion master complied; though admittedly he didn’t look too happy about it.

“Whatever she has to say isn’t going to change anything,” Harry told her, turning his chair to face her. “Orion and me, and Sirius and Snape... we will all still be here and on your side no matter what she has to say,” he promised.

Draco nodded slowly, and reached out hesitantly; the seal was a familiar reminder of her lost life as much as the mention of Malfoy Manor had been earlier, so it was with an already heavy heart that she began to read.

‘My dearest Draco,

Severus has told me that you are aware of my pregnancy and that is was the cause of some anguish; I do promise that I am not, nor will I ever try to replace you. I will love this little boy every bit as much as I have always loved you, but my love for you will not be diminished because of it. But I am sorry you have suffered for it and hope you understand I made this choice in the hope that it would improve all our lives.

Secondly, Severus was kind enough to bring me a picture of Orion; do not worry your father did not see it. Your little boy is beautiful and it breaks my heart that I cannot see or hold or play with my grandson. I truly hope you have found happiness.

My undying Love,

Mother.’

Draco placed it back on the table; surprised that her eyes were dry. It hurt, in both the good and bad ways but they were little more than words now; she wondered if perhaps she was moving on, part of her hoped so but the rest of her hated the idea that she could let go of her remaining blood relatives. That was the point though wasn’t it, they had let her go.

“Draco?” Harry asked softly.

“I’m fine,” she said emotionlessly.

“Are you...?”

“I said I’m fine, Harry,” she insisted a little more abruptly that she had intended. “It is just more words, I am not sure that I can make myself care anymore.”

“Draco...” Sirius started.

“I mean it, Sirius; I am fine,” she said again, “she talks about her love for me and I do understand, because no matter what I will always love Orion, but she didn’t love me enough to fight for me,” she explained, “and so I am done being upset over that family; I have one of my own to focus on now, one that chose me,” she told them.

Harry gave her a sad smile at that, Sirius just looked confused and Snape... he looked... proud? Draco wasn’t sure, but it looked that way.

“Don’t you go feeling sorry for me, Harry Potter,” she said sternly, getting up and giving his a chaste kiss on the lips.

“I wouldn’t dare, Draco Potter,” he retorted with an smirk that promised much; just as soon as they had less company. “Going somewhere?” he asked, as though he only just realised she had gotten to her feet.

“I just need to lie down for a bit... and yes, I am STILL fine,” she added when Harry opened his mouth to speak.

He chuckled, and smile adoringly at her as she walked out of the room; Draco loved it when he looked at her like that, there was nothing like being so sure that he would do anything for her. She was gone maybe three seconds when she appeared back in the doorway with a frown on her face.

“Where did you get a picture of Orion?” she asked, “The one you showed Narcissa.”

“Borrowed courtesy of the headmaster,” Snape explained.

Draco nodded her understanding; they had give the headmaster a copy of the picture that Molly had taken, when she had insisted that she must have a picture of her grandson to take home.

“Well, good night; I am glad you came by, Sir,” she said to the potion master.

Snape bowed his head, “Good night, Draco. I guess I should get back to Hogwarts; Albus will no doubt get concerned if I do not return, from a visit to Malfoy Manor, at a sensible hour.”

“Well don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” Sirius said shortly.

Harry sighed; at least they had managed to stay relatively polite while Draco was around.

“Good night, Potter, Black,” Snape practically spat out the latter name, before sweeping from the room in full dramatic fashion.

They heard the door slam shut a few minutes later and winced; both of them held their breath as they waited for Orion to start crying. It seemed though that the tiny boy was fast asleep enough so as not to be disturbed by the noise and they breathed a sigh of relief.

Apparently too soon though, because at that moment there was a whimper from the bassinette.

“Typical,” Harry grumbled lightly, but moved to pick up his son because the little lungs could get into the swing of things.

Orion whimpered a little longer, whilst being rocked gently, his head resting over Harry’s heart but he soon fell back to sleep, cosseted and comforted by the warmth and unconditional love of his father. Harry wished that all their problems could be solved so easily; that all parent’s love was as unquestionable; then again, had Lucius not been such a terrible father he might never have had his chance with Draco. He glared thoughtfully at the letter which Draco had left on the table, ignoring the concerned look he knew his godfather was giving him.

He didn’t exactly approve of what Narcissa was doing, but he understood why; he just wished it could have been done without causing his beloved so much pain. Harry didn’t doubt that Narcissa loved Draco and he knew, that despite his wife’s protestations, she still loved her mother; he had hoped one day they might have been able to fix their relationship but, with Lucius still firmly in the picture, he just couldn’t see how that was going to be possible.

And he had no idea what to do or think about Draco’s new-found apathy for the situation. He sighed; he could drive himself crazy thinking about everything too hard and so returned his focus to the gentle puffs of air his son was letting out against his chest. So peaceful, he thought to himself.

He managed a smile as he wished Sirius goodnight; his godfather still looked worried but bid him goodnight in return. Harry headed up the stairs to lay his son in the bassinette in their bedroom and went to cuddle up with his wife; promising, in his mind, that he would give his family all the happiness he could provide.

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Review responses:

ChaosLady – Yep, Orion is really cute, but with his parents you just know he is going to be a trouble magnet as he gets older. ;)

Luminari_Lilium – Thank you.

Delia Cerrano – It was tempting and yes, an inspector finding them with Orion at the party (even though he was perfectly safe) probably wouldn’t have ended well.

Nari-chan – I love how protective Draco is over Orion, I mean of course she would be, she is his mother, but it is still fun to write.
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