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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 27; writing is still progressing, perhaps not quickly, but steadily.

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Thank you to AchillesTheGeek for all their greatly appreciated help with this chapter.

Warnings and disclaimers apply as always

Previously:

“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.

-#-

It had been a long eighteen months. Remus had learned a great deal from his time with the pack of werewolves that lived in the Himalayas; they had shown him many remedies to help with the weakness he was experiencing after his transformations and even taught him mediation and mind control that allowed him to retain some essence of himself during the full moon without the assistance of the Wolfsbane potion. Now though, he was glad to be home.

It was around three a.m. and the summer air was pleasantly warm as he stood on a London street staring up at the darkened windows of 12 Grimmauld Place; that he could see it at all was a good sign, as it meant that the fidelius charm had not been redone.

He had been away for so long and had had so little contact; the last piece of correspondence was the brief letter he had sent to Sirius at Christmas telling him that he wasn’t able to come home just yet. He had had a letter from Sirius, the previous summer, telling him that the Ministry had finally cleared him of all charges and also that he was going to be moving into Grimmauld Place with Harry as soon as possible.

Remus had seriously considered coming back to England at that point but he had been so close to being accepted by the other werewolves and hence getting some of the answers he so desperately wanted and needed; so he had comforted himself with assurances that Harry and Sirius would look after each other and they could all be together when he got back.

It had been almost impossible to contact anyone once he had moved into the pack’s village and the owl that had brought Sirius’ letter at Christmas only narrowly missed being made into dinner on his promises that there would be no further intrusions to their home; he had included a ‘I will be unreachable’ note on the end of his response.

Now however he was home and excited about seeing both Sirius and Harry again, and was already wondering just how much the teen would have grown in the time they had been apart; he was ready to bet he looked even more like James now.

It was however, the middle of the night, which meant that a loud knock on the door waking them up was likely to be unwelcome, and as such he was standing on the street strongly considering attempting to let himself in.

Apparently there was someone awake though; a light came on in the front room and a man could be seen moving around inside. Remus smiled; he was pretty sure it was Harry. It was somewhat odd him being awake at three in the morning but he was a teenager and as such probably completely unpredictable; he seemed to be doing some strange kind of dance, smiling down at a bundle in his arms, as he approached the window.

Remus frowned; it was very odd behaviour and if he didn’t know better he would think that Harry was rocking a baby. Remus moved closer, standing under one of the street lamps, to make sure that he would be visible should Harry look up from the bundle; and sure enough a couple of minutes later he did so, peering out at the street.

He knew the moment that Harry had spotted him because even from outside the house he could see the grin that broke out on his face; they waved at each other before Harry disappeared from the window and less than a minute later the front door was pulled open.

“Professor Lupin,” Harry greeted happily; pulling Remus into a one-armed hug, the bundle of blankets still securely held in the other arm with what was obviously practiced ease.

“Harry, I have not been a Professor for years, it is Remus or Lupin,” he scolded.

Harry led to way into the house, heading back into the front room and Remus shut the front door behind them.

“It’s really good to see you,” Remus told him as he followed Harry.

“You too,” Harry told him with a grin.

The room was so much lighter and brighter than it had been the last time he had seen the place, though the same dark heavy furniture was still there. Harry was sat on one of the sofas the bundle now carefully resting against his chest; Remus was definitely ready for a few answers.

“Harry...” Remus said hesitantly, taking a seat in the chair closest to where Harry was sat, “I have to ask...” he told him, nodding his head to the blankets Harry was cradling with a great deal of care.

“Oh right, of course,” Harry said excitedly, leaning forward and shifting the bundle of blankets back into one arm and pulling them back enough that Remus could clearly see the tiny pale face of a baby. “THIS is Orion,” he said proudly.

“Orion, he is beautiful,” Remus said, reaching out and running a tentative finger over the sleeping baby’s cheek, “but how old is he; and whose...?”

“Oh, he is mine; he’s my son, and he is seven weeks old,” Harry told him, shifting Orion back against his chest when he seemed to be getting slightly restless.

“Yours?” Remus said slightly faintly; leaning back in his chair. “I was gone for eighteen months, Sirius wrote letters to me last summer and at Christmas; when did this happen? HOW did this happen?”

“Surely I don’t have to tell you how?” Harry asked cheekily.

“Harry...” Remus said in a deep warning voice, leaning forward again, “You’re sixteen, what in Merlin’s name happened?”

“You don’t get to be all judgemental,” Harry snarled quietly, “like you said you were gone for eighteen months.”

“I THOUGHT that Sirius was looking after you; making sure you weren’t making STUPID decisions!” Remus snapped back.

“Shut up,” Harry hissed, moving his hand over Orion’s head, “if you wake him...”

“I just can’t believe he let you make such a mistake,” Remus said quietly, shaking his head sadly.

“My son is not a mistake, and Sirius didn’t LET me,” Harry told him, restraining his anger; he had been so pleased to see his parents’ friend on the doorstep, so glad that he was back; and within five minutes the man was condemning his choices already? “I am sure that whatever you were doing was important, but you don’t know a damned thing about the last year of my life,” Harry told him, getting to his feet and glaring at the werewolf.

“Harry, please sit down,” Remus pleaded, “I just don’t understand how you ended up a father so young. Please tell me what happened.”

“I fell in love,” Harry growled, determinedly staying standing, “that’s what happened; I fell in love, we expressed that love and while that was perhaps not the smartest of decisions, I do NOT regret my son and nor does my wife.”

“Wife...” Remus said faintly again.

“Harry?” a small sleepy voice said from the doorway.

Harry turned quickly towards the entrance to the room, and as he spotted Draco standing there, rubbing her eyes sleepily, he took a calming breath. “Hey, Love,” Harry greeted in a soft voice, moving over to her, “sorry, did we wake you?”

“You did,” she told him a bit grumpily, “what’s going on?” she asked, clearly not quite awake, but took her son into her arms, with the same practiced ease that Harry had shown.

“I fed Orion and then came down here to get him back to sleep; he had just nodded off when I spotted Prof... err... Lupin outside and let him in,” Harry explained.

Draco turned and seemed to finally notice the middle aged man who was in one of the chairs, staring wide eyed at the pair of them.

“Lupin? As in Professor Lupin?” Draco asked, leaning against Harry’s side, rubbing sleep from her eyes with her free hand.

“You can drop the ‘Professor’ part, but yes,” Remus responded, his eyes narrowed in thought trying to work out why the tiny blonde girl, who was apparently Harry’s wife and the mother of his child, looked so very familiar; he just couldn’t place her.

“Lupin, Draco; Draco, Lupin,” Harry said, by way of introductions.

“Draco....?” Remus asked; his eyes suddenly wide again; his head was spinning with confusion and he had been back less than half an hour. “As in Draco Malf...”

“I am NOT a Malfoy,” Draco snarled, a deadly look on her face.

Remus held up a hand in apology, but it seemed that somehow this tiny blonde girl, who Harry was in love with, was the same person as the snooty, arrogant Malfoy boy who he had met several years earlier. He was completely baffled how things had changed so much and apparently his confusion showed on his face.

“It is a really long story,” Harry told him, “one I am definitely too tired to tell right now.”

“Yeah, I could probably do with some sleep too; this is all a bit much for three in the morning,” Remus admitted rubbing his eyes wearily. “We will discuss this tomorrow.”

“No, we will EXPLAIN to you; there is nothing to discuss,” Harry told him firmly, “I am happy to help you understand what has happened and what you have missed; but you still missed it. Sirius, Dumbledore and Molly Weasley were the ones who helped us through the last year, I ...” Harry paused and looked at Draco, “WE love our life now, you are welcome to find your place in it too, but you don’t get to come in here passing judgement.”

Remus looked quite stunned by Harry’s rant and nodded dumbly; though he could definitely see the similarity between this blonde girl and the Malfoy boy now that she was smirking smugly.

“Kreacher.” Harry called softly, and the elf appeared.

Initially they had had a lot of trouble with the house elf but he seemed to have taken a liking to Draco and they could only assume it was to do with his Black family ancestry and knowledge of how to talk to the elf in a way that Kreacher respected.

“You will find a comfortable clean room and make up it up with fresh linens for Mr Lupin,” Draco commanded.

“As Mrs Potter wishes,” he said with a low bow and popping out of the room again.

“I would wait around until he was done with that but we really need to get some sleep, Orion will be awake for another feed in a few hours,” Harry told him, leaning down to give Draco a quick kiss, “go on, I will be up in a minute.”

“Night,” Draco said, with a nod at Remus before she headed out of the room and they could hear as she went up stairs and shut the door to their room.

“Look... I really am not mad at you for not being here and I AM glad you’re back,” Harry told him.

“I know, and I am sure I will understand when you have had a chance to explain everything; I am just a bit baffled and overwhelmed right now.”

“I don’t want you to be ashamed of me; nor Draco, nor Orion,” Harry said sadly, “but I won’t give them up for anything... or anyone,” he added.

“Oh, Harry; I’m not ashamed of you!” Remus promised, getting up from his seat, “If I had come back and you told me you had some child out there somewhere that you had abandoned, then maybe, but I trust you are doing everything you can for your young family.”

“Of course I am,” Harry said in a tone that made it clear that he could never have done anything else.

Remus smiled at that; “and that is exactly my point,” he told him, “now come, don’t let me keep you; like you said that beautiful little boy of yours will be waking you up again in no time and you should at least get some sleep before then.”

Harry smiled and there was a slightly awkward moment where they didn’t know whether to hug or not before Harry gave a small wave instead.

“Night,” he said as he left the room.

“Good night, Harry.” Remus said softly, sitting back down on the chair to wait for the elf to be done with his room.

Now that his focus wasn’t on Harry, and the unexpected addition, he was able to take his time to look around the room. It was clear that there was a baby in the house from the box of toys that was tucked away in a corner, the changing table and supplies, and the large picture on the wall of Harry and Draco smiling and holding Orion between them, Sirius behind them laughing, his arms slung over their shoulders; they actually looked like a family.

Would they let him be a part of that family; was there space for him there? He really hoped so; the next day was going to be interesting and he was definitely curious to hear what they had to tell him. There were so many questions: what had happened to Draco, how did their relationship with each other change so completely, what excuses did they have for being careless enough to end up pregnant and how had they convinced the ministry to let them keep the child despite their age?

Remus rubbed his eyes wearily; he wasn’t sure whether he was regretting coming back at all or not having come back sooner. Either way tomorrow he would do what he had to, to help them let him into their lives.

Kreacher appeared back about ten minutes later and let him to a room on the third floor, but he was too tired and caught up in his thoughts to pay much attention; and it was not long after that he drifted off to sleep hoping he would be able to find the strength not to blame Sirius’ poor parenting for Harry’s situation.

-#-

“Morning...” Sirius said through a yawn as he came into the kitchen.

Draco was already there, feeding Orion, and looked up at Sirius’s sleepy greeting. “Morning,” she replied, summoning him a cup of tea she had kept under a stasis charm and handing it over.

“Thanks,” he mumbled as he took a large gulp of it, despite its high temperature. “I still miss coffee, and you know you aren’t really supposed to be doing magic while you are under age,” he scolded half heartedly.

“Yes, yes,” she said dismissively; it was not the first time they had had this discussion and as long as they were living in a wizarding home there was no way for the trace to incriminating them, as it would be assumed it was Sirius who was casting spells. “As for the coffee, you know Harry promised me that we wouldn’t have any around while I couldn’t drink it and since I am still breast feeding...”

Sirius grumbled under his breath and Draco couldn’t hear the words; it hardly mattered though she knew what was bothering him, he hadn’t really forgiven Harry for banning coffee from their home, which he had done when Draco had said that the smell made her want to drink it.

“We had a late night visitor last night,” she told him once he had gotten himself some toast and joined her at the table, where she was now burping Orion.

“Really? Who?” He asked around half a mouth full of toast.

Draco scowled.

Sirius swallowed his food, “Sorry,” he apologised, he should have known better that to show such a lack of manners in front of her, “so who was it?” he asked again.

“Lupin,” she said casually, “believe he is a friend of yours?”

“Remus was here?” he asked in surprise; it had been more than seven months since he had the letter back from Remus saying that he wouldn’t be home for Christmas and would be out of contact for some time. He had known that whatever his friend had been looking for was important to the werewolf but he could help the worry he felt sometimes or the annoyance that once again Remus Lupin had made excuses and then run off to hide, leaving them all behind with far too much ease.

“He’s still here,” Draco corrected, pointing towards the ceiling, “Harry told him to stay and Kreacher found him a bed; I imagine he is still asleep,” she added quickly when it looked as though Sirius was about to run up the stairs to go find him.

“Humph,” was more or less the noise that Sirius made as he settled down to finish off his lightly buttered toast; there really were moments when Sirius was more the child than the parent but they were used to that by now; it was part of his charm... apparently.

“Morning,” Harry said happily, as he came in, leaning in to kiss Draco on the lips; at that moment Orion managed an impressive burp which made them laugh. “Good job, kiddo,” Harry said, taking his son from Draco’s shoulder. “No Lupin yet then?” he asked.

“Still can’t believe that Moony is really back,” Sirius said happily.

“I am surprised you aren’t more worried about how much he is going to blame your parenting skills for Orion’s existence,” Harry grumbled, still feeling pretty bitter about the attitude his ex-Professor had shown in the early hours of the morning.

Sirius did look slightly concerned at that, “So he knows about Orion then?”

Harry nodded, “I was downstairs rocking him back to sleep when I spotted Remus outside the house,” he explained, “So of course he had a few questions when he saw that I was holding a baby.”

“I would imagine so,” Sirius said distractedly.

“We promised that we would explain everything properly today,” Draco added as she fetched Harry some tea and handed it over.

“So he met you too then?” he asked.

“I heard raised voices,” she told him, “I am surprised they didn’t wake Orion again to be honest... or you,” she added.

“Didn’t hear a thing.” He assured them, “Raised voices though? I take it this means he wasn’t totally supportive of you being parents at sixteen then.”

“You could say that,” Harry said with a chuckle, “I did make it very clear his judgements weren’t welcome here though, so hopefully that sunk in and he can accept the way things are.”

“Hopefully,” Sirius said under his breath, now feeling sure that Harry was right; his remaining best friend was bound to question his ability to parent Harry, let alone Draco or Orion as well.

-#-

It was nearly lunch time when a sleep Remus Lupin appeared downstairs; Harry was pacing around the living room with a crying Orion.

“I see he inherited your lungs,” Remus said as he poked his head round the door, “is everything okay?”

“Oh, morning,” Harry greeted, keeping up his constant movement to try and calm Orion, “Everything’s fine, he is just tired but doesn’t want to sleep,” he explained.

“I remember you crying just like that and your dad pacing trying to get you to sleep,” Remus told him fondly.

“Yeah, Sirius is always saying he sounds like me already,” Harry told him bluntly.

“Where is my old friend, anyway?” Remus asked, having to speak up slightly to be heard over the persistent cries.

“Garden,” Harry said; he still was feeling less than warm towards the older man, and so was not sorry when he turned and headed off to find the others, leaving him to rock the infant in his arms into slumber.

-#-

“Trying for a tan, old friend?” Remus teased from the back door of the house.

“Moony!” Sirius cried out with a wide grin, getting up from his seat to pull the werewolf into a bone-crushing hug, “It is so good to see you.”

“You too,” Remus agreed, as Sirius released him and held him by the shoulders at arm’s length.

“You actually look well, my friend,” Sirius said, with obvious surprise and though Remus half thought he should take offence to that, he found he could not.

The transformations took their toll and had aged Remus beyond his years; the unemployment that had plagued his life had left him unable to afford clothes of any quality, or to replace them regularly; at times even finding food had proved to be a challenge. At least with the help of the clan he had been staying with his health was improving and he had at least eaten well for the last year; though his clothes were still as scruffy and over worn as ever.

“I AM well,” he assured him happily, “I am better than I have been in more years than I can count.”

“Then your absence was worth it,” Sirius said, with a heavy hand pat to Remus’ shoulder, “I can only assume you gained much from your travels.”

“I did, but at a cost it would seem,” Remus told him, looking over Sirius’ shoulder at where Draco was watching their cautiously, “I am sorry I missed so much here,” he said quietly.

“As am I,” Sirius admitted, “but what’s done is done, and you are here now. There is so much we have to tell you, and I am sure you have a tale or two yourself; I want to hear all about your adventures,” he added with a bark like laugh. “Come, you should eat,” he insisted, practically dragging Remus into the house, “we can get Kreacher to make us all some lunch... well, breakfast for you I suppose.”

Remus smiled warmly at Sirius; it was a great feeling to be welcome back so warmly and it was nice to see that his old friend was so obviously happy. He glanced over his shoulder and caught the curious expression on Draco’s face. She clearly wasn’t quite sure what to make of him and Remus just hoped she would give him a chance to earn his place in their family; for Harry and Sirius’ sake at least.

“Moony!” Sirius called from in the house, turning Remus’ attention back to him, “What do you want to eat?”

Remus smiled; Sirius might be a parental figure to Harry and Draco, and apparently a honorary Grandparent to Orion, but he was still as much of a child as ever.

“Will we ever manage to teach him manners?” Draco muttered to herself under her breath, “I will never forgive him if he teaches my son to be such a lout.”

The werewolf’s keen senses had no trouble hearing it, and he turned back to the girl with an amused smile; perhaps Draco wasn’t going to be as bad as he had been dreading since the moment he found out who she really was.

“We’ve all tried, but you’re welcome to have a go,” he told her. “Now, please excuse me, but I am feeling rather hungry and Sirius isn’t known for his patience.”

“I had noticed,” Draco said quietly.

She stared after her former professor in surprise as he headed back into the house after his friend. Draco wasn’t sure that she could find a way to be okay with the werewolf being around her son, at least not yet; but if Lupin was going to make an effort then perhaps she could too.

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Review responses:

Luminari_lilium – Yeah, I figured that potions just kind of made sense for the common treatments; glad you liked it.

Delia Cerrano – I think it is kind of a reflex for Sirius to dislike Snape, but it is just as bad the other way around. They are going to have to learn to move passed it though it they both want to be big parts of Draco’s life. She will tolerate it to a point, because she does kind of understand, but not indefinitely. Yes, Lucius is the kind of guy who would rather be behind pulling the strings really when possible.

Gruffard – That is okay, I forgive you; though I do love it when you do review. :D Yeah, the grading system is very different; I get confused with the 4.0 system myself (despite having had very close American friends for over a decade). Draco’s withdrawl is kind of a mixed blessing but she can only handle so much and right now she would rather focus on Harry and Orion than deal with what she is feeling; you are right that it isn’t healthy in the long term and there are bound to be consequences at some point. It is set in 1996 at the moment, and they are in the summer between their 5^th and 6^th years.

ChaosLady – Draco is definitely having a bit of a tough time of it.

Janefe – I won’t be revealing the details of the future children yet (and yes they are all already planned, named, appearances decided and even their individual characters somewhat planned )but I am sure that you will be happy by the time we are done. ^_^ Thank you for reviewing and glad to hear you are enjoying it so very much. I am still doing my best to update weekly, but I am still writing it as I go, so there might occasionally be delays; but I WILL definitely finish it, I promise.

Nari-chan – Thank you, yes, it was definitely a bitter-sweet visit, but that is life isn’t it; taking the good with the bad. ^_^
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