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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 complied and unlocked the door and then held it open for Draco and Snape. Once they were through the door, he grabbed Draco’s school bag from where it had fallen on the floor and ran to catch up with his quick-footed professor. He was never so glad that Professor Snape could move quickly than he was right then. They encountered a few second years with questioning looks- Snape was quite the sight carrying an obviously large and heavy invisible object- but they were otherwise unmolested on their trip down to the dungeons.

            Harry held open the door to Professor Snape’s office and locked it behind them once Snape and Draco were through. Then he followed after Snape to the examination table, where Snape set Draco down, pulled the invisibility cloak off and cast a finite to remove the silencing spell. “I’m going to strap him in, so he doesn’t fall,” Snape explained as he cast a spell to add restraints to the table. “Now I’m going to run some diagnostic tests. I recommend you hold his hand.”

            Harry did as told, standing by Draco’s side and holding his hand. Draco’s face looked sleepy, but still scared, worried, and in pain, although he was no longer crying. ‘Must be the calming draught,’ Harry thought to himself.

            Harry stood there holding Draco’s hand for what felt like forever. His legs were cramping up, not just from standing there, but also from the tension. Waiting and not knowing how bad it was, that was the worst part. He didn’t know what to do to comfort Draco either. He whispered in Draco’s ear that he loved him and that their baby was going to be okay and that Professor Snape was fixing him, but Harry didn’t know how helpful that was. In the end he just had to wait.

            Snape, having finally finished his diagnostic tests and corresponding treatments, cleaned the blood off of Draco’s abdomen, leaving just a bit of blood on the second cervix. He then pulled over his chair and sat down to rest.

            “How is he?” Harry asked.

            “Stable. Both Mr. Malfoy and the baby are stable. I stopped the bleeding and the issue of the tear in the uterine lining has been fixed. The baby is alive. I stopped the labor, but I can’t seem to reverse it. He’s just going to be stuck with the second cervix there for the duration,” Snape answered.

            “So he’ll be okay?” Harry asked.

            “Yes, Mr. Malfoy and his child will be okay if no further incidents like this occur. If, however, he goes into labor again, it will pick up where I stopped it, meaning that it will occur more quickly. At this early stage labor can progress quite rapidly.”

            “So if Ron hits him again, he could miscarry quickly?” Harry asked.

            “Precisely Mr. Potter. Also his magical energy is very low from dealing with the trauma. A constant supply of magic is needed for the embryo in a Peverell pregnancy, so it would be best if you could donate some of your magic to transfer to him.”

            “Yes, how do I do it?” Harry asked.

            “You’re already doing it; just keep physical contact with him and it will transfer automatically. Now I need to inform the headmaster of the situation and post a notice for my next class and someone needs to stay here and keep an eye on Mr. Malfoy. I can excuse you from the rest of your classes today if you would be agreeable.”

            “Yes, please let me stay with him.”

            “Very well. I have set up a temporary charm to empty his bladder for him, so he won’t have to get up. If he needs to eat or drink, you will have to call a house elf. Keep physical skin to skin contact to transfer your magic to him. Encourage him to sleep as much as possible and don’t let him get up or make sudden movements. If anything changes, find me immediately. I’ll come back as soon as possible,” Snape said.

            “Yes sir,” Harry replied.

            Snape gathered his potions bag, replenished the potions he used earlier, and then left another set of those same potions on a side table near the examination table. “The blue one stops contractions. The red one stops and heals bleeding. The purple one is a calming draught. If he’s bleeding, give him the red one. If that cervix starts fluttering again, give him the blue one; keep his robes up like they are now so you can watch it. If he’s agitated, give him the purple one. Then come find me,” Snape instructed.

            “Yes sir,” Harry said, knowing that his map was in his backpack and that he would have no trouble finding Snape.

            Snape left, warding the door behind him.

            Harry wanted to hold Draco, but he didn’t dare move him, so he stood by his side a while longer before pulling the chair over. Draco had fallen asleep while Harry and Snape were talking, so Harry pulled out a textbook to read, but he couldn’t concentrate. He found himself reading the same sentence over and over again. He closed the book with a huff, dropped it on top of his backpack, because it was just too difficult to put away one handed; Harry’s left hand was still holding Draco’s hand as Draco slept. With reading out of the question, he contented himself to watching Draco. He focused on memorizing every detail of Draco’s face while he waited for Snape to return.

            All at once Draco’s eyes shot wide open, Draco’s face contorted in pain, Draco let out an anguished wail, and Draco’s arms shot out to wrap around his stomach, yanking free of Harry’s hand and drawing Harry’s eyes to the second cervix, which was now fluttering again. Harry watched as the bloody nub of flesh contracted and relaxed and he didn’t even wait for it to contract a second time, before he was out of his seat, grabbing the blue potion and holding it up to Draco’s lips. “You gotta drink this,” he said as he tipped the potion into Draco’s mouth. “Please work. Please, Merlin, please stop it. You’re gonna be alright Draco.”

            Draco swallowed the potion quickly and Harry thought it had worked, because there was a stutter and then a pause in the contracting movement of the second cervix. Harry watched it with relief as he tried to determine if there was any new blood or if the calming draught had worn out, because in either case, Draco would need another potion. There was still blood on the cervix, especially right there in the middle, but it certainly hadn’t dripped down and Harry didn’t think any of it was fresh. Draco was still groaning in pain and clutching his abdomen, but it was more subdued and Draco’s eyes were closed now.

            Just as Harry thought he wouldn’t need to give Draco another potion, the second cervix fluttered again and then resumed its cycle of contracting and releasing, Draco let out another scream of pain, and Draco’s legs pulled up to his chest as his arms flailed and then grabbed hold of Harry’s hand and squeezed so tightly he could’ve sworn he heard bones cracking. He didn’t know what to do, because he’d already given Draco the blue potion and Snape wasn’t back yet, so he began to panic. “Draco, you have to let my hand go! I’ve gotta go find Snape!” Harry pleaded and began prying Draco’s fingers off of his hand.

            Draco was holding onto Harry for dear life, so Harry had only managed to extract two of the fingers from his hand when he heard the door open and Professor Snape rush through. By the time he turned his head to look, Snape was already by his side.

            “What’s happening?” Snape asked as he observed Draco and noticed the contractions of the second cervix. He looked over to where he’d left the potions and noticed that the blue one was gone. Before Harry even had a chance to respond, he was rushing into his potion storeroom, black robes billowing behind him, and thinking about which one to try next.

            “I gave him the blue one! He drank it all, but it just won’t stop! I was trying to get to you, but I can’t get my hand away from Draco!” Harry exclaimed, emotionally distraught.

            “How long has this been going on?” Snape barked out his question, choosing one of each of five types of potions that were effective at stopping labor contractions, including another vial of the blue one Draco had had twice now. He wanted them all at hand in case the next one didn’t work.

            “Only a few minutes! I gave him the blue potion right away and then I was trying to get my hand away and you came!” Harry answered as Snape returned with more potions.

            Snape breathed out a sigh of relief that he wasn’t too late and picked out the next best choice of potion, seeing as the blue one hadn’t worked. He tipped the green potion into Draco’s mouth and said, “Swallow, Mr. Malfoy, you need to swallow it,” while he massaged Draco’s throat, in an effort to encourage his patient to swallow.

            Draco swallowed and seconds later, the second cervix stopped fluttering. Draco’s eyes closed again and his wails of pain switched to quiet sobs, while Professor Snape repeated his diagnostic spells and Harry stood there on edge, clutching Draco’s hand now that Draco was no longer actively clutching Harry’s hand.

            Harry felt like each moment of waiting for Snape to finish casting was agony. The not knowing how the baby was doing or if the baby was even still alive, was torture. And then Snape finally, finally lowered his wand and said, “Stable. Mr. Malfoy and the baby are once again stable and the contractions have stopped.”

            “Thank you sir,” Harry said gratefully, relaxing slightly with the news.

            “I gave my fourth years the day off, so I have next hour free to monitor Mr. Malfoy,” Snape said.

            Snape went back to his potion store room and grabbed another vial of the green potion and put it on the end table next to Draco’s exam table. Then Snape pulled up a second chair and sat down and Harry copied him, doing the same with the other chair.

            Harry and Professor Snape sat by Draco’s side and just watched as Draco slept. When Draco didn’t stir in the next forty-five minutes, Professor Snape said, “I think he’s stabilized for good this time. I need to teach my class or it will look suspicious and we can’t have this getting back to the Dark Lord, but someone must stay with Mr. Malfoy. I could get Professor Dumbledore to come and that would probably be the best solution medically, but Mr. Malfoy has a dislike for the headmaster and it would cause him undue stress to have Professor Dumbledore here right now. Perhaps, if you feel up to it, the best solution would be for you to watch him.”

            “Yes, please, I’ll watch him real close and I’ll come get you right away if there’s a problem,” Harry promised.

            “These five potions here are the only ones I have available in the school that have any chance of being effective against pre-term labor, so if you give him all of these and they don’t stop it, then there’s nothing that can be done. I’ve already given him the blue and the green and it’s best not to mix too many of them, so if it starts again, give him the blue first. Then if that doesn’t work, proceed to the green, then aqua, then orange, and leave the brown one here for last. And since I know how poor your memory is, I’ll line them up in order. Don’t give him more of them than he needs to stop it, because they each have their possible side effects,” Professor Snape said, lining the potions up in the order he wanted Harry to try them.

            “Yes sir,” Harry said, running over the order of the potions in his head over and over again, in an attempt to memorize them.

            “It’ll only be an hour until lunch and then I’ll be back. Remember, only Professor Dumbledore can know,” Snape said.

            Harry nodded his understanding and then Snape was gone, warding the doors on his way out. Harry was once more left alone with Draco, but this time Draco didn’t wake up and although Harry kept a very close watch on that second cervix, it never fluttered, not even once.



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