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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 29. Another difficult week for writing, though chapter 30 is slowly starting to take shape, and I have faith that I will have it ready for next week, but this hot weather is making being creative difficult. Worse case, if there isn't an update next week, there will definitely be one the week after.
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Thank you to AchillesTheGeek for all their greatly appreciated help with this chapter.
Warnings and disclaimers apply as always

Previously:
Draco grinned at him, “Yes, we should; do you think Molly would mind if he came to dinner later?” she asked Ron.
Ron shrugged, “I don’t see why she would; it is your anniversary celebration.”
“Great,” she said as she rushed out of the room to go floo her friend.
“That was good thinking, Harry,” Hermione praised.
“Just realised that our group feels incomplete without him now, don’t you think?” He asked his two best friends.
Ron gave a mock shudder, “who would have thought we would get used to having not one, but two Slytherins around.”
Harry laughed, “I would never have guessed it, that’s for sure,” he admitted.
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Harry had Orion curled up against his chest, under a small blanket to keep the soot from his tiny lungs, as the Potter family prepared to go through the floo to The Burrow. Hermione and Ron had practically dragged Blaise through with them, half an hour before, to give Harry and Draco a chance to get themselves and Orion ready without them being under foot. The Potters could only assume Remus had left even earlier because there was no sign of him at Grimmauld place when they went to leave.
They had barely had a chance to get their bearings in the room full of people when a loud, joyful, and slightly alarming call of “HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!” filled the room.
The sudden noise surprised Orion and when Draco removed the blanket they could see tears filling his pale blue eyes as he began to cry; his little fists bunched up tightly.
“Oh, poor dear,” Molly said fussily, leaning over to wipe away his tears, “guess we alarmed him. Oh I have to take something out the oven,” Molly told them; placing a kiss on Orion’s head, “I am so glad to have you all here,” she said happily as she hurried off.
“We did not mean to make ‘im cry,” Fleur said worriedly, having hurried over to where Harry was gently rocking Orion back and forward.
“Well you did anyway,” Draco said snappishly as she carefully dusted off and folded the slightly ash covered blanket that she had removed from her son.
“It’s fine,” Harry assured Fleur, “he was already slightly grizzly from travelling through the floo and I am pretty sure he is tired.”
“’e is most ‘andsome,” the part veela said, peering down at Orion.
“Err... thanks,” Harry said slightly awkwardly, not really sure how to react to the forwardness of this girl he really didn’t know at all.
“Now, Fleur, come on, I promise you can fuss over the baby later,” a tall red-head, who had to be Bill, told her, dragging her away with a wink in Harry’s direction.
Harry stared after them in bemusement until Draco coughed loudly and deliberately at his side. He caught sight of the sympathetic look Ron was giving him as he turned to face his wife, who was raising a single eyebrow elegantly in question. It honestly took him a few moments to work out that his wife might suspect that Fleur’s undeniable beauty had been the reason for his lingering gaze.
“Have to admire Bill’s taste in women, right?” Ron muttered under his breath in the hope that only Harry would hear.
He apparently had failed to be quite quiet enough though because Hermione was frowning in disapproval, and Harry thought she might be biting her tongue to hold back several things she wanted to say.
“Yeah, I guess; I don’t really know her,” Harry said with a shrug. “Besides, I am happily spoken for, you know, by the mother of my son,” he added glancing down at a nearly asleep Orion, “and have no interest in eyeing up anyone else.” He flashed Draco an overly wide smile.
“Nice save,” Fred and George said in sync and Draco rolled her eyes and shook her head in amusement.
“I was more watching Bill anyway, I assume that was Bill,” Harry added.
Draco’s eyebrows went impossibly higher at that, Blaise chuckled, Hermione bit her lip to keep from laughing, Ron looked slightly concerned and the twins shared an amused look with each other.
“Oh, not like THAT! You perverts,” Harry chastised and Draco gave him an amused smile that made it clear that he thought his wife was having far too much fun. “Not only did I just say I was not interested in anyone but Draco, but I am also not gay,” he pointed out with a laugh, “was that a fang in his ear?”
“Yeah, it is,” Ron said; the reverence he had for his eldest brother obvious in his voice.
“Come on; let’s go outside, you will want to see what Dad, Sirius and Charlie have done,” Fred told them.
“Will we really?” Draco asked sceptically.
“Oh, you will,” Blaise assured them happily.
“Very well, lead the way,” Harry said with a grin.
His eyes swept over towards the back door and he was slightly startled he spotted Ginny, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs watching them with narrowed eyes; when she realised she had been seen her eyes flickered over Orion and then to Draco, before she turned and hurried up the stairs.
“She has been in a foul mood all summer,” Ron told him.
Harry frowned, but followed his friends and wife out into the garden of The Burrow; and if ever there was a sight that was going to lighten his heart, it was going to be the one that met him.
A Weasley, Harry could only assume was Charlie, was up high in the air on a broomstick trying to get a Quaffle passed Sirius who was guarding one of the two sets of goal rings that had been set up.
“Quidditch...” Draco said in barely more than a whisper.
“Yep,” George said proudly.
“Harry, Draco,” Percy greeted pompously as he came over to them, “and this must be Orion.”
“It is,” Harry told him, his eyes still fixed longingly on the makeshift Quidditch pitch.
“We brought your brooms over,” Hermione told Harry and Draco, pointing out where they were leaning against the side of the shed where the Weasleys’ brooms were housed.
“When did you manage that?” Harry asked with surprise.
“We might have had some assistance from Sirius,” Ron admitted.
“What do you think?” Arthur asked, as he came over to the group.
“It’s amazing, Mr Weasley,” Harry said enthusiastically.
“Excellent; now give me Orion, so I can have cuddles with my grandson, and go have a quick game before Molly calls us all in for dinner.”
Harry laughed but obediently shifted his son into Arthur’s well-practised hold; he had raised seven children after all, so they felt completely happy leaving their precious little boy in his care. Hermione and Arthur went and made themselves comfortable, next to Remus, on a nearby picnic bench to watch the others play. Remus looked a little uncomfortable; he still wasn’t sure about being this close to Orion, Draco really had him whipped. Arthur, sensing his discomfort, and guessing the reason, gave him the baby.
“What if she sees?” Remus asked, nervously.
“Then she will see you taking great care with her son,” Arthur assured him.
“Mr Weasley’s right,” Hermione insisted, “he is quite happy with you.”
They both knew perfectly well that Remus was no threat; and indeed, the baby burbled happily in his sleep as he lay snuggled in the werewolf’s loving arms.
But Draco didn’t see; she was entirely preoccupied with the chance to play Quidditch. She had done everything she could not to think about it when she couldn’t play and hadn’t had a moment spare to think about playing since then; but now she could hardly wait to get back in the air.
“Okay, you lot,” Bill said, taking charge and waving them over to the shed where they handed out brooms. “I am thinking five to a team; one seeker, one keeper, one beater and two chasers?”
“Sounds good to me,” Charlie agreed.
Bill looked their little group over, “How about Harry, Draco, Blaise, Ron and Sirius, against Charlie, Fred, George, Fleur and me?”
“Oi, Perce! You wanna be referee?” Charlie called across the garden.
Percy didn’t say anything but they took him getting up and heading over to them as agreement.
“You want to be seeker, Love?” Harry asked almost straight away once they split off into two teams.
Draco looked honestly surprised at that, “Really?” she asked, “I kind of figured...”
“That I would want to...? Sure, but I bet you can out-fly me now you are so little,” Harry told her with a wink.
“Cheeky bastard,” she muttered under her breath but was quietly delighted.
“I’ll be a chaser, if you guys don’t mind,” Blaise said.
Harry noticed the Slytherin boy was being unusually quiet; probably because of all these people he doesn’t know, he thought to himself; he could understand that but if Blaise kept it up then they would have to do something about that.
“I’ll be keeper,” Ron said.
“You okay with being the other chaser, Harry? Leave the beating to me,” Sirius said playfully.
Harry laughed lightly and nodded.
Fred and George opted to be the Beater and the Keeper respectively, after an intense debate and they had Bill and Fleur as the chasers and Charlie as the seeker. The game was fast-paced, mostly due to the smaller-than-usual pitch; there were several narrowly missed collisions and a particularly funny moment when Sirius looped his arm around one of the goal posts, almost pulling himself from his broom, when he swung for the Bludger.
“You dirty dog! Was that an attempt at a foul or are you going to admit you weren’t looking where you were going?” Charlie mocked as they landed to make sure Sirius wasn’t actually injured.
“Dog? I’ll show you dog,” Sirius said transforming into his animagus form.
All hell broke loose for a couple of minutes when he started to chase Charlie, but the Dragon tamer was used to wilder and more dangerous beasts than Sirius, and so took to the sky after a few moments and hovered teasingly just out of reach.
Percy had actually stopped play to read the rule book to see if there were consequences for that, but after a few minutes the rest of them were getting bored and resumed play despite their nominated referee’s objections.
They played for nearly another forty minutes. In the end Bill had managed to score six times and Fleur thrice, giving their team a total of ninety; Harry had scored four times and Blaise twice, meaning they were trailing with only sixty. So it was a great relief when Draco, with a cry of delight, managed to wrap her fingers around the snitch while Charlie was circling at the other end of the pitch; taking them to victory.
Sirius insisted on talking Remus through the whole game play, despite him having watched the whole thing; but the werewolf couldn’t bring himself to object given how happy his old friend sounded. Draco too was looking particularly pleased.
“Was it good to fly again?” Harry asked quietly; as he wrapped one arm around Draco’s waist, his Firebolt in the other, and pulled her back against his chest.
“I had completely forgotten how great it feels,” she said, tilting her head back to look up at him.
“Oi, lovebirds! Stop smooching; Mum says dinner’s ready,” Fred called from near the door.
Harry laughed and Draco gently swatted him with the broomstick that she was still holding to make him release her.
“I need to go feed Orion first,” Draco told him as they rested their broomsticks again the wall of the shed; maybe they could get another game after dinner, before it got dark.
“We have a bottle for him, right?” Harry asked. “I will feed him if you like,” he offered, as he followed her into the house.
“Sure, if you want,” Draco said as they got inside the house, where they found that Fleur had stolen a hug with Orion, who was just starting to wake up and grizzle for food.
“Told you he would want feeding,” Draco told Harry smugly, feeling proud of her maternal instincts as she fished in the baby bag for the bottle of expressed milk.
“Oh, ‘e is ‘ungry?” Fleur asked, “Maybe I give ‘im ‘is bottle?” she asked.
Draco gave Harry a querying look but just got a shrug in response.
“I guess so then,” Draco said hesitantly, “take a seat,”
Fleur followed Draco’s careful instructions with feeding him, as the others, including Bill, looked on; she even burped him cautiously once Orion had emptied the bottle.
“If my girlfriend starts getting broody now, I am so blaming you,” Bill whispered in Harry’s ear, making him laugh.
“Feel free, becoming a Dad was the best thing that has ever happened to me, well that and Draco,” Harry said with a huge, honest, happy smile.
“Would it not have been somewhat better to wait till you were at least not in school?” Bill asked teasingly.
“Well yes; that is true,” Harry admitted, “but you aren’t in school,” he added with a smirk.
“Okay, remind me never to leave you alone with Fleur, you might give her ideas,” Bill said with amusement.
“Dinner is on the table,” Mr Weasley told them and herded them towards the kitchen where the table was practically buried under dishes of delicious-smelling food. Harry was half surprised the wood was able to support the whole weight of it and wouldn’t have been at all surprised if it was being magically assisted.
Molly rolled her eyes at the sight of Remus, who looked as though he didn’t believe he was entirely welcome and was in the process of choosing a chair that would allow him to hide himself away in a corner near Sirius.
“Remus, I have a free chair here,” Molly told him, indicating the seat next to her, “Why don’t you come tell me all about your time away,” she insisted, “what with preparing this meal we haven’t had a chance to catch up yet.”
Remus knew better than to argue with Molly in her own house, so got up to sit with her and once the werewolf was comfortably seated she wasted no time in getting Orion from Fleur.
“Oh, you have been preparing this food all day,” Harry objected, “why don’t you give him to me so you can eat some of it.”
“Nonsense, I want my time with my grandson before you disappear off home with him again,” she insisted and they knew there was no fighting her on it.
“Well it will make a nice change being able to hold cutlery in both hands,” Harry said, as they started helping themselves to dinner; smiling at his son, who had a tight grip on one of Molly’s fingers, tugging it towards his mouth.
Molly was smiling, too, as she looked round the table. “Has everyone got enough food?” she asked. “Blaise, that doesn’t look like nearly enough for a growing boy!”
Blaise looked up, surprised to have addressed directly. “Oh, thank you, Mrs Weasley, but I have plenty.”
“Please,” she said, “call me Molly.”
“So how long are you back in the country, Charlie?” Draco asked.
“Just another week, then I have to get back,” he told them, “glad I got to meet you guys though; I have been hearing stories about Harry for years.”
“I swear I am not nearly as bad as those stories make me sound,” Harry joked.
“No, he is far worse,” Ron added quickly.
“Ain’t that the truth,” Sirius agreed, grinning at Harry.
Harry pretended to look offended by that, turning to where his wife and other best friend were sitting on his other side for back up; only to catch them agreeing with Ron and Sirius.
“Oh I see how it is,” Harry grumbled; crossing his arms and putting on an exaggerated pout.
“Don’t worry, Harry,” Fred told him.
“We’re on your side,” George said.
“We know you aren’t much worse than we are,” Fred finished with a grin.
Fleur just looked a bit confused, Percy was frowning, probably about Harry’s rule breaking habits and Ginny was still in her perpetual sulk; but everyone else was laughing, even Harry chuckled a little. They all stopped suddenly though when Orion made a kind of burbling noise.
“Did he just...?” Blaise asked.
“That sounded like he was trying to laugh,” Hermione said softly.
“He’s just a baby, I don’t know why you guys are fussing so much,” Ginny muttered under her breath.
“Ginny,” Arthur warned lightly and she went back to sulking and stabbing at her dinner with her fork.
Harry and Draco didn’t hear though as they were both busy hurrying around the table and they leaned over Molly’s shoulders trying to encourage the tiny boy to make the sound again.
“He likes being able to see the two of you, you know,” Molly told them, “look he’s smiling.”
He really was smiling and if Harry and Draco Potter hadn’t already been head over heels in love with their baby boy, they would have been at that moment. Everyone around the table stood up and tried to get a look.
“Apparently our son loves attention as much as you do, Love,” Harry teased.
He was right though, Orion was looking around at the various faces that were leaning towards him and made several ridiculously cute babbling noises.
“’e is so adorable,” Fleur cooed, nudging Bill in the ribs gently. Bill said nothing but did send a pointed glare at Harry.
“Okay everyone, back to your dinners,” Molly instructed, “I didn’t spend all this time cooking for you to let it go cold.”
Obediently everyone returned to eating, chatting happily amongst themselves. Well, almost everyone; Harry and Draco seemed far too caught up watching their son’s smiles and listening to his little babbling noises.
“I meant you two too,” she told them sternly, “I don’t trust that elf of yours to feed you properly.”
“We eat fine, Molly,” Harry told her with a roll of his eyes, “Kreacher likes Draco.”
“Well I am going to go clean this little boy up and I expect both of you to be eating when I return,” she said, getting to her feet; completely ignoring the offers to sort Orion that both Harry and Draco made.
“You might as well do as you’re told,” Arthur suggested with obvious amusement and several of the Weasley boys were nodding in agreement.
“Works for me,” Remus agreed.
“Yeah, heaven forbid Draco Malfoy should go hungry,” Ginny snarled quietly; not quietly enough though.
“I am a Potter,” Draco said coldly.
“And she has been for a whole year now, which you would know if you hadn’t been sulking in your room; the ‘HAPPY ANNIVERSARY’ sign might have given you a clue,” Bill told his sister with obvious frustration; between the constant digs she was having at Fleur and her attitude towards Harry and Draco, he had had just about enough of her.
“What do you know, Bill; you have been too busy running off with your...”
“That’s ENOUGH!” Arthur snapped at her, “If you are going to be so negative, young lady, you can take your dinner and eat in the other room,” he told his daughter sternly; he loved Ginny, she would always be his baby girl, but Bill, Fleur, Harry and Draco didn’t deserve to listen to such griping.
“FINE!” Ginny said angrily, snatching up her plate, “I knew you would side with them anyway. They aren’t even really family,” She yelled gabbing a finger at Draco in particular. She gave one more growl of rage as she reached the kitchen door and slammed it shut behind her.
“Well that killed the mood,” George said after several minutes of awkward silence.
“Sorry...” Arthur started.
“No...” Harry interrupted, “it’s okay; you don’t have to apologise for her, she...”
“She was just being a bitch,” Ron finished.
“RON!” Arthur admonished, “Yes, your sister was wrong to say the things she did; yes, Harry, Draco and Orion are family as far as Molly and I are concerned, but that does NOT give you the right to speak about your sister that way.”
“Sorry Dad,” Ron apologised and he sounded like he meant it too; they were all just worried about what was going on with their sister. Where was the little nervous girl they had grown up with?
“What was that about?” Molly asked as she came back into the kitchen, with a now sleeping Orion.
They told her about Ginny and she promised that she would be speaking with her daughter later.
“Perhaps we can lighten the mood with a few gifts,” Bill suggested, summoning a wrapped tube and handing it down the table towards the guests of honour.
“This is for us?” Harry asked with surprise; it still kind of threw him whenever someone gave him a present.
“Of course,” Fleur told him.
Harry handed it to Draco to open and was highly amused by the care she took in peeling back the shiny silver paper, revealing a roll of parchment inside.
“Parchment is the traditional gift for first anniversary,” Molly explained at their mildly confused expressions.
“Well go on then, unroll it,” Bill prompted.
As Draco did as instructed, Harry was suddenly very glad for the care she had taken with the wrapping paper. A beautiful pencil sketch of Orion was revealed and Harry recognised that it had to have been based on one of the many photographs Molly Weasley now had.
“Wow...” Harry said emotionally, as the little pencil baby blinked up at them.
Draco honestly had tears on her face.
“You like it?” Fleur asked.
“No, I love it,” Draco corrected quickly, “it is the most beautiful gift I have ever seen... thank you,” she said and her voice was definitely a little wobbly.
“Yes, thank you,” Harry reiterated, “it is amazing.”
“You’re welcome,” Bill said with a smile, “that’s from me, Fleur, Charlie and Percy.”
“Ours kind of goes with it,” Arthur told them as he passed them another similarly wrapped tube and Draco passed the picture of Orion along for Hermione, Ron and Blaise to have a look at.
Harry unwrapped it as carefully as Draco had done with the previous one and found that it was a similar pencil drawing but of himself and Draco.
“These really are incredible,” Harry said, wrapping his arm around Draco and pulling her into his side, as they smiled down at the picture of themselves.
“Charlie drew them,” Fred blurted out.
“OI!” Charlie said, “You weren’t supposed to tell them that,” he said, the tips of his ears reddening with embarrassment.
“This is quite a talent, Charlie,” Hermione told him.
“Yeah, so I have been told, I just don’t like talking about it,” he explained, through the fingers he was covering his face with. “People have expectations if they know,” he mumbled.
“Well don’t worry, your secret is safe with us,” Harry promised.
“This is from us,” the twins said together, and George handed over what looked to be a pair of small leather bound books.
Harry pulled the ribbon that was holding them together and handed one of them to Draco; they really were beautiful books but when they opened them they were completely blank and they both looked up at the twins in confusion.
“Made them ourselves,” Fred said proudly.
“A unique pair,” George added.
Fred was grinning; “Write in one,” he told them.
“And it will appear in the other.” George finished.
“That is amazing.” Hermione said, leaning forward as though a closer look would give away all its secrets.
“Yes, it is,” Draco agreed, clutching hers close to her chest when it looked like Hermione might want to start experimenting on it right there at the dinner table.
“This is from Sirius and me,” Remus said, handing over what looked like it might be a very large book. “Though, admittedly, it is almost completely Sirius’ doing.”
Harry was curious as he pulled off the paper and he thought it looked a bit more like a folder than a book; carefully opening to the first page he saw numerous pictures that he had no idea had been taken from the moment Sirius had come back into his life.
There were all sorts of notes and scribbles, around the pictures and by the time they got to the first few pictures of Orion, they found that every tiny detail of their son’s life had been noted down so as never to be forgotten.
“You have been doing this all along?” Draco asked with obvious surprise.
“Well, sort of,” Sirius confessed, “I was just kind of keeping notes and taking pictures, it was Remus who put it all together into this book.”
“Well thank you,” Harry told them.
“Both of you,” Draco insisted in a way that gave Remus hope.
“Well before everyone gets all teary again, here is a present from the three of us,” Ron said bluntly, handing Draco a parcel that was undoubtedly books.
It turned out it was a book of constellations which Blaise said was to help with naming the inevitable more children they would have in the future; and books about the constellations Orion and Draco. It took all of about five seconds for Draco to start flicking through the books with interest and so Harry thanked their friends.
“Yes, they are brilliant; thank you,” Draco agreed, looking up from the book about his own constellation.
“Well just remember this doesn’t mean you have to have more children soon,” Molly pointed out and Harry and Draco looked up with matching devious smirks that made everyone laugh.
While they truly were very grateful for the gifts, and humbled at the thoughtfulness that had gone into them, all in all the dinner had been a hell of a lot more emotionally draining than anyone had thought likely. So it was to great relief that Arthur suggested they move back outside so that they could all get some fresh air, given how crowded it was with so many guests.
For a while they all sat around on blankets and at the picnic tables, enjoying the sunshine; but they couldn’t resist another game of Quidditch, though without the snitch due to the encroaching darkness, to round off the day.
“And here is to my wonderful wife,” Harry toasted with his glass of juice, “may the next year bring us as much happiness as this one has; though perhaps with a little bit less drama might be nice,” he added.
“I second that,” Draco said with a laugh.
“Hear, hear,” their friends and family called out.

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Lumiari_Lilium - I know, I am surprised it only took 30 chapters to get through the first year but at the same time the story is already about as long as I thought it would be in total and we have a long, long way to go yet, if my plans come to fruition.
Delia Cerrano - Thank you, it was never originally meant to be a catch up chapter, but it really did go that way; glad you liked it though. I am glad you agree with my assessment of Remus, and actually I am surprising myself with how much I am liking writing him; particularly his interactions with Draco because it is such an interesting dynamic, with them being so very different. Like I said I am not sure what I am going to do with Remus long term, kind of playing it by ear at the moment, but if anyone has good suggestions I will definitely consider them.
Gruffard - I didn't say Tonks won't show, but she won't be showing up soon anyway. Remus and Draco kind of agree that him being there is playing with fire, but Harry and Sirius really want to make things work with him there; but for all of them, Orion is the priority. We will see/hear very little about Narcissa's pregnancy, because, except for through Snape, the Potters have no communication with them, though I am sure it will hit the papers eventually.
ChaosLady - thank you and yes, I am loving the Remus and Draco dynamic.
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