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 Six:
"State your business here, human!"
The spear was pointed towards him, its pointed tip glinting in the mid-morning sun and the female behind it crouched it a defensive stance. Her lip was drawn back over sharp teeth, her pale eyes near colourless in the daylight.
James snorted as he swatted the spear aside, crossing his arms and leaning himself against an oak tree that bordered the edge of the forest. "Stand down, Mira, where's your mother?"
The tawny haired Veela pouted, her stance relaxing as she pulled white wings flecked with gold against her lean body and pointed the spear upright. "You've become a bore now that I can no longer intimidate you, James. I had been under the impression that your work with my mother was completed some time ago. Why is it you wish to see her now?"
"Well, if you must know, Mira, there's been an expansion upon my family."
"And the breeding of the Potter line would interest a colony of Veela... How exactly?"
James sighed, his head shaking in exasperation. Mira may have been a Veela who had taken to accepting him far quicker than her brethren, but she was near impossible to have a conversation with. "My younger brother's mated with a Veela."
"Fascinating," Mira's tone, though bored was delivered with the slightest brightening of her pale eyes. "But it is not uncommon for wizards and Veela to bond. A soulmate is a soulmate, despite what some of my kin believe. Is she a member of our Nest, is that your reason for coming here? I had not been aware that one of our younger females had left."
"No, no," James laughed, one hand lifting to card through his auburn hair. "It's a Malfoy turned Veela, if you can believe such a thing. A potion consumed by his mother while he was still in the womb led to a rather abrupt changing on his Inheritance, much like the way fae tend to alter around their sixteenth birthdays. Poor little sod became a full Veela with hardly no one to guide him except my aunt Fleur, Scorpius is tough though."
Mira had paled, her usually sun darkened skin leached of its colour. "Him?"
"Yeah!" James chuckled once more, his head shaking in subtle disbelief, "never even thought Al swung that way... Anyway, I was just coming to make you all aware that his baby's been delivered and it's a healthy little boy named Orin. Funny name for something so small but hey, if Al is happy I'm happy. I best be getting back, Mira. Do let your mother know, won't you? I mean, I know he's the only male Veela but he may find comfort in a few words from you lot, if you're willing to see him."
Mira watched James walk from their forest, the spear a loose reminder of her duty in a grasp now slack with shock. A male Veela alive and in full view of the entire wizarding world. A male Veela who had been changed rather than birthed, a new strand of Veela DNA that had already been carried out, the end product already alive in the form of a child. Orin.
Mira's lip drew back in a snarl, her fingers flexing over the spear as she swirled to stare into the thick trees as if she would see her brother's form vividly through them.
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Scorpius sat on the soft carpet of the Potter living room, his back braced against the legs of his mate where Albus sat on the chair behind him. The gentle gurgles of his son were a calm breeze to his senses, closing his eyes and bringing the lightest of smiles to his face. The Potter household had never seemed so full.
"How are you feeling, Score?"
The Veela laughed, his nose wrinkling in amusement as he opened one silver eye to peer at the woman who had spoken. "It's been two weeks since the birth, Grandmother, I assure you that I am fine. There's no lingering pain, no wild need to clutch Orin against me and hide him from the world. I am quite content to simply sit here and daydream."
"A notion quite unbefitting of a Malfoy."
"Shut up Lucius."
Scorpius snorted a laugh at the affronted look on his grandfather's face, the man's long nose pointing up in indignation as he turned away from his wife. Narcissa watched her great grandson being moved around with a smile, her hand reaching out to pat gently against Astoria's knee. His mother's eyes were bright, her lip trembling as she grasped Draco's hand. "Oh, Dray... Isn't he beautiful?"
"Obviously." The drawl was ruined by the happy smirk playing across his father's pointed features, "He is a Malfoy, he is bound to be perfection."
"Pfft," Harry snorted from where he sat on the floor by Scorpius, Orin held tightly in his arms lest somebody try to steal him once more, "he looks more and more like my Albus every day. If not for that blonde hair, he'd be a Potter through and through."
"Not to mention he's got one green eye, that's definitely Al." Lily nodded sagely beside her father.
"He also has a silver eye might I remind you?" Albus muttered behind the Veela, causing Scorpius' lips to twitch upwards in a grin. "And I'll not have you debating over who my son looks like more. He looks like himself and that's perfect in itself."
"Of course, Albus, dear," Molly patted his shoulder in passing, bending down to land another plate of biscuits on the coffee table, "he's a wonderful addition to the family and I'm sure Arthur would say the same had he gotten the time off of work to be here." Ginny hummed in agreement from behind her mother, her hands filled with a teapot puffing little breaths of steam into the room.
"I still think he would have made a fine Rosie."
Albus snorted into the cup of tea he had just taken a sip from, his chuckles drawing bright smiles from his parents. "Tell you what Rosie, if we ever have a redhead we'll name her for you."
"Agreed!" Scorpius raised his cup in a happy salute, his eyes a gentle glow as they watched his son move from one set of loving arms to the next. Orin stared at the faces of his family with one eye a solid green and the other the pale grey of the Malfoy line. His soft blonde hair was fuller now, curling around his head and making his pale skin seem pink in comparison.
Albus was right. Orin was perfect.
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