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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 30. This was actually finished ready for this weekend, but I ended up with no internet access and was far too tired to post last night. But hope you enjoy it despite the slight delay. Also chapter 31 is written and I hope to make a good start on chapter 32 today with any luck.
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Previously:
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.
-#-
The morning after the anniversary party, the residents of Grimmauld place were in a relaxed and peaceful mood. A letter arrived detailing what Ron had overheard after they had returned home, when Molly had yelled at Ginny; apparently the words ‘spiteful’, ‘insensitive’ and ‘disappointment’ had come up several times. Ron had also mentioned that Molly had insisted that Harry, Draco and Orion were family; that no-one would be standing for Ginny's rudeness; and that it was time that she grew up.
Harry tried to feel bad for her; he had cared for Ginny as much as he had any of the Weasleys but her inability to accept his family and the way she had spoken to them... he couldn't forgive that. Molly's comments, as always, went straight to his heart, but he felt guilty for being the cause of such a rift between mother and daughter.
Draco had comforted him with a hug and a kiss, and pointed out that either Ginny would come around and then Harry could be all Gryffindor and forgive her far too soon, or she wouldn't, in which case she deserved, and needed, all the discipline Molly could give her.
Harry still couldn't find the humour that Ron, and Draco to some extent, had found in Ginny's dressing down; but he did concede that Draco was right, and so he did his best to not think on it any further. He suggested they make the most of the warm, summer August weather, as it was bound not to last.
And so it was, an hour or so later, that the family stood on the patio area of Grimmauld Place's garden looking out at the rest of it longingly; Remus had suggested a picnic in the garden, which they had all agreed was a great idea, until Sirius had pulled them to the back door to remind them exactly what it was like out the back of the house.
It had been left more or less untended since Sirius' mother's death over a decade earlier; though Sirius suggested it might have even been longer than that, given that she had never been a particularly outdoorsy person, to say the least.
Harry was inclined to agree with his godfather, given the truly wild feel to the place. There was almost waist high grass, which could hardly be distinguished from the equally overgrown weeds, and the whole area was surprisingly dark, despite the bright summer weather, because it was surrounded by large trees that Harry assumed marked the approximate boundaries to the garden. He vaguely wondered if there were actually marked or fenced boundaries to be found under all the runaway nature before them.
"It is kind of nice in a way," Harry told them, "feels like a little piece of the wild."
"And you think we should take our son out to enjoy the summer in this particular ‘little piece of the wild’?" Draco asked incredulously.
Sirius sniggered in amusement, as he always did when Draco scolded her husband using her 'you're being an idiot' voice.
"That's not what I meant," Harry said with a roll of his eyes and a light chuckle, "I am all for trying to turn .... this," he said as he waved a hand in the direction of the overgrown mess, "into a real garden, particularly before Orion figures out how to move about by himself, but I was just saying that there is something kind of nice about it like this."
"Well you will have to find another patch of nature to admire," Draco told him firmly. "Kreacher," she called out, summoning the elf, who appeared obediently at her side. "You are to sort this garden, we wish to be able to use it by tomorrow," she told him firmly, "and I am sure you know the kind of standard I am expecting," she added.
"Of course, Mistress," Kreacher said smarmily, with a deep bow.
Draco almost managed to suppress her flinch at the manner of address; somehow 'mistress' was far weirder than ‘Mrs Potter’ or female pronouns had ever been.
"Kreacher will be seeing to it right away," the elf told her, vanishing with a small pop.
Presumably he had gone to start working, a thought which the subtle rustling of the grasses near the bottom of the garden seemed to corroborate. It was nice being outside; there was a least a gentle breeze which took the edge off the summer heat that permeated the house; and so they stood quietly for a while, watching the movement of the grasses and weeds, listening to the nattering of the birds.
Of course when you have a two month old son, you never get such moments for long and Harry smiled wryly as Orion's cry reached their ears.
"I'll get him," he told his wife, placing a kiss on top of her hair as he turned and headed back inside.
"If he is hungry, bring him down," Draco called after him a few seconds later.
"Okay, Love," Harry called back.
-#-
Harry was on one of the sofas in the living room the next day. He had talked Draco into letting Remus hold Orion; even if it was with a little reluctance and an agreement that they stayed in the room. Draco was leaning into Harry's side, his arm around her shoulder to help encourage her not to jump up and snatch their baby boy back from the werewolf's unsure arms.
"He won't hurt you, you know," Harry teased.
"I know that," Remus said, looking up at Harry with a confused expression, his rigid hold on the baby not changing.
"Then why do you look so terrified of him?" Draco challenged with an amused smirk, but Harry could feel how tense she was; itching to take Orion back.
"They are fine, trust me," Harry whispered into her ear, "please; for me; for Sirius... for Orion."
Draco gave him an exasperated smile over her shoulder as she got up and moved to sit next to Remus; she could do this for her family.
"Look..." she said, getting the older man's attention; he seemed surprised to see the petite blonde sitting so close. "Relax," she instructed, gripping the arm which was under her son.
Remus tried to comply and seemed quietly pleased that Draco was making such an effort with him. Harry felt pretty proud of his wife, knowing how uneasy she felt around the werewolf; though things had steadily improved between the two of them over the week or so Remus had been there.
Harry too was feeling a lot more welcoming to his father's old friend and was starting to feel somewhat fond of the other man's presence in their house and family; the change in Sirius was tangible and that alone might have been enough to get Harry onside. Sirius was surprised how much younger he felt and was fairly sure he was laughing more too; sure, he was happy with the Potters, they were his family and he loved them, but Remus was there for him, was his friend and that eased the loneliness he hadn't even known he was feeling.
Orion cooed and smiled up at Remus, as the older man's posture loosened and confidence grew.
"See, he can tell you're more comfortable now," Draco told him.
Remus grinned. "Feels like five minutes ago I was holding your Daddy like this," he told Orion, "and your Grandmother was laughing at how awkward I was. That is a weird thought; James and Lily as Grandparents," he said mostly to himself, but suddenly looked up at Harry nervously. "Oh, I'm sorry," he apologised quickly.
"No... no, it's okay; I don't remember them and didn't get to hear about them growing up, I would love it if you would tell Orion about them, even if it is a little painful sometimes," Harry assured him.
"I can do that," Remus agreed, "I wouldn't mind if you wanted to listen to a few stories about them either," he told him.
Harry was delighted and nodded with an enthusiasm that made Draco worry he was about to hurt his neck. "That would be great, but I am sure it must be difficult for you too, sometimes," he told the werewolf.
Remus sighed, "Yes and no, I like remembering them, but it is bitter sweet; you should have had time with them and Orion should too. I hate that that was stolen from you. I feel almost guilty that we got to spend all those years with them but you lost them so early."
Harry chuckled, "Sirius said something similar soon after we moved in here," he explained.
"Oh," Remus said slowly, not really sure what else to say to that; it was somewhat comforting that he wasn't the only one feeling those things. He thought that it was something that he and Sirius should have a heart to heart about at some point; though no doubt his old friend would be reluctant.
"It's okay, you know," Harry assured him, giving him a concerned look as Remus got stuck in his own thoughts.
"It will be," Remus said quietly; handing Orion back to his mother, "I am going to find Sirius and recruit him to help me make some lunch, given that Kreacher is still busy with that garden."
"Oh, okay," Draco said, obviously rather thrown as Remus got up from his seat and didn't look back as he made a hasty exit.
"Well that was... weird," Harry said and his wife just shrugged in response; moving Orion to lean against her chest as she took a seat back next to Harry again.
"He has issues," Draco said bluntly.
Harry laughed, shaking his head and wrapping an arm around Draco and pulling her gently so that she was all but sitting on his lap, Orion nestled against them both.
"Pot I would like you to meet Kettle; Kettle, Pot," he said. "In case you hadn't noticed, Love, we are a family of people with issues. He is going to fit in just fine," he added; placing a kiss on Draco's hair, as he ran his hand over Orion's.
Draco scowled up at him, but there was no real heat to the expression, so he just smiled at her affectionately and a couple of seconds later she sighed in acceptance, cuddling against him.
It was true, even Draco could admit it, that they all had more issues than they usually liked to discuss and it did sometimes worry her just who was going to snap first. They should probably sit down and talk about them, or perhaps even get professional help but she wasn't comfortable with them airing their dirty laundry while their guardianship of Orion was still being so carefully monitored. She didn't really want any of them to stew in their respective emotional messes; but for Orion, everything else could wait.
-#-
All three of the Potters were almost asleep when Sirius' head appeared around the door to the living room a little under an hour later.
"Lunch is ready if you guys can keep your eyes open long enough to enjoy the results of all the hard work me and Remus have put into it."
Draco grumbled and turned her head to snuggle more closely against her husband; Harry's stomach had other plans though and rumbled loudly, making Orion let out a huffy giggle.
"Are you laughing at your father, young man?" Harry scolded playfully placing a kiss on his son's forehead.
"You should probably get used to it," Draco mumbled and, though he couldn't see her face, he was sure she was hiding a smile.
"Hey! I thought as parents we were supposed to be on the same team," Harry's voice was full of laughter as he failed to be stern, "not have you gang up with Orion against me."
"Ah, you must be delusional, Harry," Sirius chuckled, leaning casually against the doorframe, "she is his mother, she is always going to be on his side."
Harry made a kind of 'humph' noise but then grinned widely and, when Draco looked up with a devious smirk, he stole a kiss from her.
"Yes, yes; you are all very cute," Sirius droned, looking delighted with the matching expressions of annoyance that that caused on their faces, "but we made lunch and we need you to come and tell us what a wonderful job we have done to boost our egos."
Draco got to her feet, "Sirius, the one thing you really do not need is an ego boost," she told him as she offered her free hand to Harry to help him stand. He winced slightly as he tried to ease a small cramp in his leg from where Draco had been leaning on him, before following his wife and godfather from the room.
"Erm, Sirius," he heard Draco say as the two of them entered the kitchen ahead of him, "when you said you made lunch, you did know you are supposed to actually have food."
Harry snorted in amusement at his wife's sarcastic wit as he came into the room, which was, as Draco had implied, free from any signs of prepared food, but Sirius was heading out the other door.
"The garden's done?" Harry asked with a wide, hopeful smile.
"Come see," Sirius encouraged, with a playful bounce to his step as he headed for the back door.
Draco looked over her shoulder at Harry with laughing eyes; something about Sirius' good mood was infectious. Harry caught up with her and guided his young family after his somewhat crazy godfather.
As they stepped out of the backdoor they were both rendered speechless at the sight before them. The long grass was gone, leaving behind a perfect even and soft looking green lawn; the trees had been trimmed back and there was so much more light able to get into the space that they suspected some of the trees had been completely removed. Even the patio area had been cleaned, restoring the grey stone to its original pale, slightly yellow colour; and the dark grey metal table and chairs were not the ones that had been there previously. The chairs even had new looking cushions for added comfort.
Remus was waving at them from his seat on a large fluffy blanket in the middle of the lawn, with a large selection of dishes that was obviously their lunch. The young couple couldn't stop smiling as they made their way towards him, and Harry hoped that Draco was also thinking about watching Orion play out here for years to come.
They could now see dark wooden fences that ran the length of the border and a large shed that was situated at the far end of the garden. The flower beds that followed most of the fencing however were unplanted.
"Kreacher seemed to think you might want to choose what to plant yourself, Draco," Remus said as they approached and noticed that the blonde was eyeing the unplanted areas.
Harry looked a bit confused at this; did Draco have a thing about plants that he had somehow completely missed?
"I can grow my own ingredients," she said happily, with a thoughtful expression on her face as she had already began planning what she would get first. "There are a lot I don't feel comfortable growing with Orion around; he might not be able to get at them yet, but a year from now, I dread to think what he will try to put in his mouth."
The others nodded their agreement as they joined Remus on the picnic blanket.
"Dorema Ammoniacum, Asphodel, Boom Berry plant, Sopophorous beans, Knotgrass, lovage and various fruit plants should all be safe," she went on, clearly delighted at the prospect of her own potion ingredient garden, "I will have to look up what else I might want."
"We will set you up a potions lab in one of the empty rooms," Harry promised, putting several sandwiches and a large helpings of salad onto two plates, one for him and one for Draco.
"Maybe we should plant the plants that can be used as food on one side of the garden and everything else on the other side, under wards, just in case," Draco suggested.
"Whatever you think best, Love," Harry told her with a grin.
"You better not be mocking me, Harry Potter," Draco warned seriously.
"I'm not," Harry insisted, hand held up to placate her, "just saying I am happy to defer to your expertise on this matter."
"Yes... well... quite right," she said, as she lay Orion down on his front on the blanket.
They had to quickly move a couple of plates of food when Orion made to reach for them, making Harry and Sirius laugh.
It was so nice to just be able to sit outside and enjoy the sunny and rain-free weather; though Draco was already worrying about Orion being out in the sun and sent Harry to fetch a jar of protection lotion she had had Severus brew for her. Orion was quickly covered in the thin, clear liquid, despite his cried out objections. It took a few minutes but once he was calm once more and back on the blanket with a rattle clenched in a tiny fist, Draco handed the jar to Harry with a smirk.
"I am very pale you know," she told him, "I think it is best if you make sure I am protected from this dangerous sun too."
Sirius let out a barking laugh and Harry took great care in making sure his wife's face, arms and short covered legs were carefully coated with lotion; she did have a point about her pale skin. She then slipped her top over her head, keeping the arms on, such that it covered only her front. Remus was pointedly keeping his eyes on Orion and Sirius hid a grin as he made himself busy refilling his empty plate.
Draco tried, and mostly failed, to bite back a moan as Harry dug his fingers in deeply and massaged her back using the lotion. Having great timing as always though, it was only about five minutes later that Orion began to cry; Draco put her top back on, to take their tired son inside to be changed, fed and put down to sleep.
"If you're not back in fifteen, Love, I will come rescue you," Harry promised, making Draco laugh as she headed inside.
"I keep meaning to tell you, Harry," Remus said, as soon as Draco was inside, "how impressed I have been with both of you; I made no secrets of my doubts and concerns, but you have surprised me."
"Err... thanks," Harry said, feeling slightly awkward and flustered; sure, Remus was as much one of his father's best friends as Sirius was, but they had never really connected in the same way and were just getting to know each other. The acknowledgement was welcome none the less.
Sirius seemed to appreciate the sentiment too, if the way he was looking between the two of them was any indication; though he also decided the moment was far too serious because he suddenly transformed into his shaggy black dog form and started running circles around the pair of them.
"Sirius, what are you doing?" Harry said with a laugh.
"I bet there is a ball or at least a quaffle in the shed," Remus suggested, "probably keep him entertained for hours with that."
Harry had never thought that dogs would be able to pout, but it sure looked like Sirius was at that moment, but he headed over to the shed, with Sirius on his heels, to see what was in there.
And that was how it came to be that when Draco returned ten minutes later, that she found Harry and Sirius, still in dog form, playing some version of catch or fetch, she wasn't quite sure.
"They seem to be enjoying themselves," she commented as she sat down next to Remus.
"It would seem so," he agreed, "you really have your hands full; I swear Sirius is going to be permanently a child."
Draco frown at that, glad that Remus' eyes were still fixed on the others, "he has been exactly what we needed, practically our father, and Orion's grandfather, for more than a year," she defended.
"Oh, I meant no offence; I love Sirius very much, he is my best friend," Remus tried to explain, "he is just..."
"Admittedly he does have a rather... childish streak," Draco conceded, "I just don't want you to underestimate him. He looks up to you a lot, it would be nice if you could return the favour," she explained.
Remus looked thoughtful and turned back to watch Harry managed to throw the ball just over Sirius' head such that when he leapt to try and catch it, he ended up falling into one of the unplanted flower beds. Harry howled with laughter, clutching his side and turning to grin at Remus; his smile became impossibly wider as he saw Draco there too.
"You should come play, love," he encouraged, trying to wave her over.
"No thank you, I am quite happy to sit here and watch you," she said with a wink.
"Oh sweetheart, if you want to stare at my arse you only had to say," Harry teased back.
Remus rested his head on his hand and mock exasperated groaned. "Sometimes there is no forgetting he is James' son!"
"You should tell him that, you know," Draco pointed out, "or maybe later I can tell him you said it?"
"Sure," Remus agreed, as they both turned back to watching the two others resume their game.
Later that night, as the young couple lay in bed, Harry let out a surprised laugh when his wife told him what Remus had said; he was used to being told he look like the James, but being told he had some of his personality too, made him feel just that little bit more connected to the father he would never know.
-#-
It was the early hours of the morning when Harry came down to the kitchen in search of a glass of water; he stopped just outside the room though when the sounds of laughter reached his ears. Carefully he pushed open the door just enough to be able to see Remus and Sirius sitting at the table, a half empty bottle of some alcoholic looking drink between them.
"And then James... do you remember?" Sirius said through peals of laughter.
Remus laughed too, "Oh yeah, and Peter thought he was being serious."
"I know, it was just so funny."
"I miss those days," Remus told him with longing in his voice.
"Me too, Moony; me too," Sirius agreed, downing the rest of his glass. "I love what I have here with Harry, Draco and Orion though."
"They are great, " Remus agreed. "Harry reminds me so much of James; makes me happy and sad all at once."
"I second that, but you need to stop letting Draco make you feel awkward," Sirius told him firmly, "this is my home and you are welcome here; Draco isn't in charge, no matter how much she would like to me."
"She might not be in charge, but this IS her family, Sirius; Orion is her son and I just want her to trust me."
"She does, or at least she is trying to," Sirius assured him. "Just give her time, old friend."
Harry smiled; it was nice to see the two of them reconnecting. He quietly pulled the door closed and headed upstairs, having decided he would call Kreacher to bring him a glass of water rather than disturb their conversation.
-#-
It was nearly a week later and Remus and Draco were sitting in the living room, both reading; Remus was about half way through a fiction novel that Sirius had recommended and Draco was looking through a catalogue; circling various things, such a vials, jars, work surfaces, cauldrons, shelving and stirrers, that she wanted or needed to set up the potion lab that Harry had promised her.
They were alone together as Harry was taking a nap upstairs, having gotten up several times in the night with Orion and Sirius had gone to Hogwarts to discuss the lesson plans he had been working on with Dumbledore; Draco was relishing the rare moment when she could do something for herself, while Orion slept upstairs, in the bassinette next to her and Harry's bed.
Remus glanced up from his book, giving the blonde a nervous look and hesitating for a moment before speaking.
"I keep meaning to ask about his name," Remus said softly.
Draco looked up slowly, her brow furrowed as she tried to puzzle out what the werewolf was getting at now.
"Orion's name; why Orion?" he asked, "I am sure you know that Sirius hated his father, so feels a bit insensitive to choose that name? I mean I get that it is a Black family name and given you aren't a Malfoy any more you wanted to give him some piece of your..."
"No, stop," Draco interrupted in a annoyed voice, "that has nothing to DO with it and I didn't even KNOW that Sirius' father was called Orion," she explained angrily; stupid werewolf, making assumptions, she thought to herself.
"Oh... then..."
"He was named after Sirius, you thoughtless bastard," she snapped angrily, getting to her feet. "You know, Orion being your best friend's middle name, and him being the man who took me and Harry in when we had no-one; the man who loved me unconditionally like a father almost from day one, just because Harry loves me; the man who stepped up and became a guardian for Orion when I was less than two months pregnant with him," she ranted.
Remus was stunned and felt unable to move from his seat where Draco was towering over him despite her petite size, a force to be reckoned with; and that wasn't even thinking about how upset Harry and Sirius would be when they found out how much he had upset the blonde.
He held up his hands in surrender. "Right, I'm sorry, I didn't think..."
"Obviously," she mumbled under her breath.
"Maybe I should..."
"Leave, go, get the fuck out..." she suggested, "yes that might be a good idea."
Remus sighed as he got to his feet and headed for the door. "I really didn't mean..."
"I know," Draco said, interrupting again, "And you can come back in a couple of hours, but right now, I don't want you near me," she told him.
Remus looked for a moment as though he was going to speak but apparently thought better of it as he turned and headed for the front door.
"Do you really get how important Sirius is to us?" she asked, as he had his hand on the door handle. "Did you honestly think I would have named my son something with the intention of hurting him?" she asked with confusion.
"Of course not, which is why I didn't understand; it just kind of didn't cross my mind that it was Sirius' middle name, I just associated Orion with the horrible man who made one of best friends’ childhood a misery," Remus told her so quietly that she wouldn't have been able to make out the words if not for the complete eerie silence of the house. "Like I said; I really am sorry."
Draco nodded; she took a deep breath to calm herself. "Be back in time for dinner," she told him, before turning and hurrying upstairs; she really needed to check on Orion and cuddle with Harry for a bit.
Remus managed a small smile as he stood in the hallway, glad he hadn't completely undone all the progress the two of them had made; that Draco at least seemed to have understood his reasoning and was going to forgive him, if she hadn't already.
Opening the front door and heading out on to the quiet London street, he was thankful it was nice weather for a walk and decided it would do him good to build up an appetite by taking a stroll anyway.

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ChaosLady - Thank you, and glad you liked the gifts; my beta helped nudge me in the right direction with those.
Luminari_lilium - Thanks and yes, Ginny is being extremely stubborn in moving on and accepting the way things are. There isn't really anything anyone can do though, because it is something she has to come to terms with for herself, and understand she can never have what she wants.
Gruffard - Thanks. Yes Ginny is truly giving Pansy a run for her money, only with the distinct advantage that she has access to Harry and Draco during the holidays too, rather than just at school like with Pansy. They are all at a bit of a loss as to what to do with Ginny though, because noone can force someone to change what they feel or want, and Ginny is stubbornly refusing to make any attempt to accept the situation. You are kind of right Bill and Fleur, them seeing Harry and Draco so happy is definitely motivating them in their own lives. The Molly and Fleur babysitting idea is great, I might borrow that ;)
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