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Peverell's Children	By : Zakaira Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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            Harry woke up after a nightmare the next morning. It was four am and he was wide awake with a horrible pit in his stomach as he remembered his dream. It hadn’t started off too bad; he was with Draco and that tended to lead to very good dreams. But with his impending visit to his future mother-in-law on his mind, his subconscious delivered a horrible dream in which he went to the house on Grimmauld Place and met a woman who looked like Draco’s mum, but screamed and screeched like Sirius’ mum’s portrait.

            In his dream, Draco’s mum had refused to let him marry Draco and called him a blood traitor and a halfblood, before saying he was unfit to marry her son. And that wasn’t even the worst part, because she somehow knew about the bathroom incident and the baby. She called him a rapist and convinced Draco to get an abortion, so that he could marry a nice pureblood and settle down properly. It was awful.

            Harry didn’t think he could get back to sleep after that and he was covered in sweat from his nightmare, so he took a nice soothing shower to calm his nerves. After he finished he looked at the clock to see that it was only four thirty; he still had hours before breakfast and before he would meet Draco’s mum. Harry thought about going to the room of requirement for a nice swim, but then he remembered his broom and the upcoming Quidditch match that was only two weeks away and Harry had not gotten in nearly as much practice as usual, thanks to Snape’s detentions.

            Harry threw on his Quidditch gear, grabbed a broom, and headed off to the Quidditch pitch. He did his warm-up drills and practiced catching the snitch a few times, but then spent most of his time flying, just flying, and enjoying the pleasant feeling of the chilly air hitting his heated face. He flew high into the air and dived down low, before taking off again in exhilarating upside down loops. Harry lost himself in his flying for hours as the school slowly came to life.

            As the sun rose in the sky, Harry noticed smoke coming from the chimney of Hagrid’s hut and not having seen him in a while, because he wasn’t take care of magical creatures this year, he decided to pay his friend a visit. He flew over and knocked on Hagrid’s door.

            “Oh hullo Harry! What’re ya doin’ up and about this early?” Hagrid asked, opening his front door.

            “Flying; I couldn’t sleep,” Harry replied resting his boom against the side of the house.

            “Well come on in! I was just makin’ some tea for meself ‘fore tendin’ to me creatures,” Hagrid said tending to an overly large tea kettle. “Fancy a cup?”

            “Yes please,” Harry answered thinking it might calm his nerves.

            Hagrid brought over two large cups of tea and a tray of biscuits, saying, “I baked um meself.”

            “Um, no thank you, it’s almost time for breakfast,” Harry replied, remembering how hard Hagrid’s biscuits were.

            Hagrid told Harry about his latest adventure in the forbidden forest with the centaurs who were all riled up about Aragog’s children, who were now out of control in the absence of their dead patriarch. But then Hagrid had to get going and tend to his animals before breakfast, so Harry took his broom and went back to Gryffindor tower to shower, again, and change. He wasn’t particularly dirty, but he had been flying for hours and had gotten a few bugs in his face. He wanted to look his best for meeting Draco’s mum, thus the quick shower and an adventure with a comb.

            “Just leave it, you’re never gonna get it to lie down,” Ron said, referring to Harry’s hair.

            “You’re probably right. It’s just that I’ve got an important meeting this morning and I wanted to look nice,” Harry said.

            “Where’re you going? I thought we’d practice Quidditch this morning,” Ron replied somewhat put out.

            “Order Headquarters, but I can’t tell you what for; it’s a secret,” Harry replied. “And I already practiced for hours; I’ve been up since four.”

            “Oh…well you’re hair looks fine and I’ll just go on and take that shower now,” Ron replied, heading towards the showers.

            Giving up on the comb, Harry set about dressing in his nicest clothes, most of which were the new items he had purchased the day before, but he did throw on a Weasley sweater over his shirt and his school robes over that. Then he was left with the problem of what to do for shoes. He had three pairs: his trainers, his Quidditch boots, and the shiny black pair he had worn to the Yule ball. He decided to go with the fancy black ones, but once they were on Harry noticed that they were slightly too small, so he had to transfigure them into slightly bigger shoes.

            When Harry was finally dressed he went down to breakfast. There were only a few people down and already eating, but one of those people was Draco. Harry sat down and made himself a bowl of cereal and tried to eat, but the pit in his stomach was growing again. The time was passing quickly and he would be meeting Draco’s mum in less than an hour, which gave Harry quite the case of nerves. What if she didn’t like him? What if she turned down his marriage contract? What if she told Draco to leave him? What if he never saw Draco or the baby again?

            ‘Merlin, my whole life could be over based on what happens today,’ Harry thought placing his spoon back in his bowl. He was too nervous to eat and instead just stared at his food.

            “What’s wrong Potter? Your little mudblood friends desert you? Guess they got tired of looking at that ugly scared head of yours,” Draco said as he passed by the Gryffindor table and saw Harry staring into his cereal bowl when he was supposed to be getting up and following him to Professor Snape’s office. He wanted to say something less mean, but he really shouldn’t be seen talking to Harry unless he was insulting him. And for the life of him, he couldn’t think of any better insults.

            “No, I’ve just got a whole day of detention with Snape to look forward to,” Harry replied.

            “A whole day? What’d you do? Get caught surviving another killing curse? At this point I’m beginning to think your head is made out of metal. It’d explain your refusal to die already and your intelligence level.” There, that was a little better; slightly more insulting.

            “Don’t you have some first years to torment?” Harry asked standing up. “I’ve got to get to detention anyway.

            “As a matter of fact, I’m going home for the day to visit my mother. Those of us with mothers tend to do that every once in a while,” Draco replied striding out of the Great Hall and down to the dungeons.

            “Harry?” Neville asked. He was sitting a few feet down from him at their table. “Are you alright? You shouldn’t listen to him.”

            “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Thanks Neville.”

            “He’s wrong you know; most of us aren’t allowed to leave the school to visit our family during the school year. I don’t see Gran except for breaks.”

            “Yeah, Ron too. Good talking to you, but I really should get to detention before Snape comes looking for me,” Harry lied, grabbing his backpack.

            “See you Harry,” Neville called as Harry left the Great Hall.

            Harry didn’t want to be caught walking with Draco, so he made an effort to walk slowly and not catch up with him. Draco was already inside Snape’s office when he arrived, so he closed the door firmly before walking over to his boyfriend and taking his hand.

            “Go ahead, but don’t leave headquarters,” Snape said, motioning towards his fireplace.

            Draco took a pinch of floo powder, called out, “The ancient and most noble house of Black,” and was off. Harry grabbed his own pinch and followed quickly after.

            Harry coughed and stumbled as he exited the fireplace into the kitchen of Grimmauld Place. It looked tidier, but also more oppressing, if that were possible. At least before the kitchen had Mrs. Weasley’s presence to brighten the place up, but now there was no sign of her. The only sign of life he could see was through the doorway, in the sitting room, where he saw Draco hugging his mum. Harry brushed the soot off his robes and straightened his hair nervously. Then he didn’t know if he should go in the sitting room and introduce himself, or if that would be intruding and he should give Draco and his mum a minute first.

            “Well come along,” Narcissa said as she waited for Draco’s young man to come introduce himself.

            Draco had a huge smile from ear to ear plastered on his face as he waited for Harry to join them. Draco motioned Harry over, so Harry took one last gulp of breath and went for it. He walked into the sitting room, held out his hand to shake, and said, “Hello Lady Malfoy, I’m Harry Potter.”

            “It’s a pleasure to meet you Harry, but you can call me Cissy,” Narcissa replied.

            “Yes mam, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well.” There, that wasn’t too bad; it sounded reasonably polite to Harry’s ears.

            “Mother was just having her morning tea. Do you want to join her?” Draco invited, motioning towards the large tea service and platter of scones and jam his mother had out for the occasion.

            “Yes please,” Harry said walking over and taking a seat in one of the arm chairs. He wished there was a couch so that he could sit next to Draco, but there wasn’t.

            Draco sat in an armchair next to Harry’s and began making himself tea.

            “Harry, I wanted to thank you for your generosity of letting me stay in your house and for arranging for Severus to help me escape,” Narcissa said taking the third armchair and picking up her tea.

            “You’re welcome, mam. I’m just glad I could help, although I don’t know why Snape didn’t get you out of there sooner,” Harry said grabbing a teacup and making his own cup of tea.

            “Well he wasn’t aware that I wanted out. I was trying to play my part and let my very loud sister speak for me most of the time. Severus is rarely around, what with his teaching post, so he was not aware that I was anything other than happy with my dreaded sister. Bella means well; she’s just a little out of touch,” Narcissa replied, not willing to speak ill of her sister.

            “Well I’m just glad Professor Snape did rescue mother and that we could all be here today,” Draco said, hoping that they would not get stuck on the subject of his horrible aunt.

            “Yes, I quite agree Draco,” Narcissa replied and Harry murmured his agreement. “Now Harry, just what are your intentions towards my sweet Draco?”

            Draco’s mum really did get straight to the point, didn’t she? The sudden brooch of this most important subject caused Harry to sputter. He just barely gulped down the tea he had had in his mouth; there had been an instant when Harry worried that his tea would go flying out his mouth or that he would drop his teacup as his hands shook, but then the moment passed and he set his cup down without embarrassing himself.

            “I want to marry him, mam. I’ve met with a lawyer who’s currently putting a proposal together for a marriage contract,” Harry finally managed to say, trying his hardest not to stammer.

            “Very good Harry. But I should say that I won’t be able to accept a contact until this blasted war ends,” Narcissa replied, not knowing about the baby.

            “It’ll be over soon enough, mother,” Draco replied, staring at his cup of blasted tea. He hated tea and only made himself a cup to be polite. He really wished Harry’s blasted elf would bring him his regular pumpkin juice already. He had been here several times now; the elf should know to bring him juice.

            “And just what will your role be in this upcoming war, Harry?” Narcissa asked.

            “I plan on killing Voldemort,” Harry replied honestly.

            “That seems a bit dangerous position for a child. How do you suppose you’re going to manage that?” Narcissa asked.

            “Dumbledore has been giving me private lessons. I can’t divulge our plan, but there is a plan,” Harry answered.

            “Very well. I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors,” Narcissa replied.

            “Thank you mam,” Harry replied.

            “Harry, may I ask you how much you know about marriage contracts?” Narcissa asked.

            “Yes. Draco has told me a bit and Mr. Binns, my lawyer, told me some more yesterday. They’re all about money and assets to be joined in the marriage,” Harry answered.

            “How much do you know about the personal side of the marriage? Love, children, and the roles we each play?” Narcissa asked.

            “Not much. Is all that included in the contract too?” Harry asked. He didn’t like the idea that a contract would delineate his personal life.

            “Yes. Perhaps Draco has given this some thought?” Narcissa turned to her son, who was eating a scone with jam.

            Draco swallowed the bite of food in his mouth, put his scone back on his plate, and answered, “Um, well I’d stay home with the kids when they’re younger while Harry does his saving the world and Auror career stuff. I expect him to have that worked out by the time the kids start kindergarten; private of course. Then he’ll cut back on his hours so I can pursue my political career. And we’ll be relying on your assistance with the children, because I hope that you’ll be living with us. Harry will do all the manly chores and the house elves will do all the womanly chores.”

            Harry didn’t know that Draco wanted to go into politics, but he didn’t want to ask him about that now, in front of his mum, so he filed the information away for later.

            “Who is going to be carrying the children?” Narcissa asked.

            “Harry,” Draco replied. If there were any more children, Harry would be carrying them.

            Harry had to bite his tongue from saying something about Draco already being pregnant. It was interesting to know that Draco would have Harry carry their children if he had the choice, but he didn’t have that choice.

            “Are you willing to carry and give birth to my grandchildren Harry?” Narcissa asked.

            “Um, not right now, but after I kill Voldemort I will,” Harry answered. He wanted to say no, but he ended up going along with what Draco said, because Draco probably knew what his mother wanted to hear. Would his mum reject the contract if Draco was to carry the children?

            “And how will you breast feed, when you’re an Auror?” Narcissa asked.

            “He’ll express breast milk for me to feed the child,” Draco answered.

            “Well I must say it is unusual for the top to stay home with the children and the bottom to go off to work, especially with such a dangerous and demanding profession, but if the two of you are committed to making it work then I wish the both of you the best of luck,” Narcissa said.

            “Thank you mother,” Draco replied.

            “Thanks mam,” Harry added.

            “Now Draco, do tell me about you week,” Narcissa requested.

            Draco proceeded to tell his mother all about his progress with his classes and the latest gossip in Slytherin house, which included the engagement of Daphne and Theo. Then he told her about spear fishing with Harry on their date Friday afternoon.

            Narcissa told the boys about having her sister Andy over for tea and some of the other headquarters happenings and how she was taking up knitting to pass the time; the charming Weasley woman came by twice a week to knit with her. Draco was happy his mother was making new friends and taking up new hobbies. Harry was happy Draco’s mum could tame her aunt’s portrait and get Kreacher to do more of the upkeep on the house.

            After their chat, the three of them went for a walk in the garden, which Narcissa had been fixing up, so that it actually had a path people could walk through. There was also a small garden table, which used to be so overgrown with bushes and weeds that no one could see it, but Narcissa had recently uncovered it. They sat down at the table and Narcissa accio’ed a wizard skittles game board and Harry watch Draco and Narcissa play.

            For lunch Kreacher served a beef pot roast with carrots and potatoes that didn’t taste like something Kreacher could make, but more like something Dobby would make. Lunch was pleasant, but seeing as Draco and Harry didn’t want to spend the entire day with Narcissa, they flooed back to Snape’s office and went to the room of requirement; Harry wore his invisibility cloak and walked alongside Draco.

Author’s Note: Narcissa’s mother is still alive- who’s side do you think she’s on? If asked, do you think she’d go into hiding with Narcissa, or stay and take her chances with Bella?

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