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Heir to the Throne	By : Kaya_Winn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12341 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Heir to the Throne

Chapter 35

Twin Seers and Merlin's Heir

Harry watched with growing nerves as Neville paced back and forth across the waiting area, Draco, Mott, the twins...everyone watching Neville, worried he was going to try and punch someone again. Neville had been kicked out of the birthing room after he had tried to attack the doctor in a fit of rage when the man had told Luna not to push. Her screams hadn't helped the boys nerves and Neville had panicked, thinking the doctor had said something else. There was a doctor at Harry's side, looking annoyed, no doubt by Harry's complete lack of concern for his own health among other things.

Harry had gotten out of bed the minute Luna and Neville had rushed out. Luna commenting loftily how wonderful it was that they were in the hospital when her water had broken, as if she hadn't already known she was going to go into labor that day. Harry had ordered Draco to run home and gather his pants and shirt so he wasn't showing his ass to the world in those damn paper gowns. Whether the wizards had gotten them from the muggles, or the muggles had gotten them from the wizards Harry didn't care, it was a pain in the ass. Literally sometimes.

Since no one else stepped up to do the job it was up to him to get Neville to calm down. He grabbed his cousin by the back of the pants and yanked him down into a chair shaking his head. “Nev you need to calm down.” He ordered shaking his head. “Nothing is going to go wrong, screaming is normal and labor can take anywhere from three hours to three days.” Harry explained to the hyperventilating male. “They'll tell us if there's a complication alright? You need to calm down before they drug you.” He stated with a shake of his head as the doctor at his side scowled at him, still annoyed that Harry was out of bed.

“But she was SCREAMING harry! A LOT! Loudly!” Neville protested shaking Harry a little who rolled his eyes.

“Well, labor hurts, it's to be expected. Look you need to calm down alright? Luna is strong, very strong, and a little pain isn't going to get her down. She survived the Crucio, didn't she? She didn't even have nightmares after what happened at the ministry. Childbirth won't do anything but make her the happiest mother in the world.” He promised smiling at Neville who smiled a little and nodded.

“Y..you're right...” He agreed taking a deep breath as a doctor came out, it had been six hours since Luna's water had broken, and the doctor was smiling.

“Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom? Luna is asking for you.” The doctor explained. “The labor went fine, no problems at all.” He paused then. “Well, she did break the doctor's fingers...” The crew chuckled at that as Harry helped Neville to his feet—the boy's legs having gone so shaky that he couldn't stand up. Harry was amazed that he himself was even standing up, his entire body still hurt, and every breath burned like fire from his premature excursion from the bed. Luna was far more important than any pain however, and he ignored it as he guided Neville into the room, sitting down as soon as he was in the room. Luna looked so sickly laying on the bed, limp and pale but ever so happy as she smiled at the boys when they walked in.

“They said I could only see family until I rest a little,” she admitted, kissing Neville gently. “It was so sweet of you to punch that doctor.” She stated loftily. Neville relaxed at the strange comment, chuckling as he rested his head against her shoulder. Harry smiled as he examined them, wishing Draco was in there so they could be all lovey dovey, too. Harry wasn't sure where the thought had come from, but all of a sudden he wanted a baby of his own, a child to raise and love and teach everything to. Terrance was a wonderful little brother, but he was older, and knew how to talk and walk and do magic. Harry wanted a little mix of him and Draco to raise.

For a moment, the thought frightened him, wondering if Draco even wanted children, before he decided he would just have to talk to the other and find out. He smiled again as he watched Luna resting on the bed, sitting in Neville's lap now and enjoying the cuddling.

“Where is your baby anyway?” Harry asked, suddenly realizing that it wasn't in the room, Luna chuckling.

“With the doctors, they wanted to make sure everything was alright.” Luna admitted, looking amused. “The doctors will be back soon...”

Neville whined loudly, making Luna giggle. “Luna! It's been nine months! Please tell me the sex of the baby!!!” He whined, Harry nearly laughing out loud at his poor cousin's misfortune. Luna knew the gender, but she was refusing to tell anyone. Draco had a bet going with Blaise on the gender, and poor Neville was going insane.

“Don't worry Nev, the doctor will bring the baby back soon and then you'll know.” Harry promised, chuckling as Neville just whined again and kissed Luna's forehead, smiling a little as Harry chuckled, wondering what the gender was himself.

“You're cruel sometimes Luna.” Harry teased chuckling a little as Neville nodded.

“She IS!” He complained smirking a little. “But at least life is never boring that way.” He stated Harry chuckling again as Neville snickered, both of them gasping as a doctor came in, holding two bundles swaddled in white, Harry's heart leaping into his throat as both bundles where gently settled into Luna's arms.

“T...twins!?” Harry managed to croak, since Neville was too stunned to say anything, Luna smiling as she nodded.

“Yes, Twin seers.” She stated calmly, the words echoing in Harry's ears, the words of Gordric echoing. 'Twin Seers born of family not by blood, marks upon their brow' Harry shuddered violently as Luna shifted, moving the swaddling clothes off her babe's foreheads, soft wispy silver white hair shining in the light, as were two pale marks on their foreheads, crescent moons gleaming in the light making Harry's knees go weak.

“Born of family... not by blood.” Harry whispered hoarsely, Neville looking up at harry, his eyes wide.

“My babies? The twin seers?” He asked, astonished, Harry nodding as he looked at Neville, wide eyed.

“I... Neville I think your the Heir of Merlin!” Harry gasped, wide eyed, Neville swallowing thickly.

“No, you... that can't be right!” Neville protested, Luna smiling a little as she patted his knee.

“Do calm down,” she ordered softly. “You might or might not be the Heir of Merlin, we can't know until we get back to the castle and do the Staff Test.” Harry didn't bother asking her how she knew about that, either Nev had told her, or she just knew. When it came to Luna there was no telling.

“She's right Nev.” Harry promised. “Right now you need to relax and enjoy your family,” he ordered smiling a little. “You have wonderful daughters. Luna, they're gorgeous, they're going to look just like you when they get older.” He congratulated, smiling as Neville was appropriately distracted to beam at his little girls.

“They ARE gorgeous aren't they?” He declared, gently stroking their soft little heads, smiling as they shifted and scrunched up their noses, uncertain about this strange new world that they were so suddenly in.

Harry left when Luna commented that they needed to be fed, not really wanting to see how that went down, heading to Draco, who caught him mid-collapse, that was half because he tripped but also partially his legs giving out on him.

“I knew you where doing too much, back into bed with you.” Draco ordered, scooping Harry up into a bridal style carry and taking him back to his hospital room, ignoring Harry's complaints that he was fine.

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It was another week before Harry was allowed to leave the hospital, sufficiently strong once more. He practically skipped back to school, healthy and happy to be there as he leaped onto Draco once he was in the great Hall, interrupting the boy's lunch as he kissed Draco intently. Smirking a little as Draco abandoned his food in favor of kissing Harry back, Harry ignored Pansy; who was glaring at them from the end of the table. Harry didn't care about Pansy, she could kiss his ass for all he cared, he was just eager to get everyone together up in the secret room to find out if Neville was really the Heir of Merlin like he suspected. He had never imagined Neville to be the Heir, but Merlin HAD said that the Heir was closer than he ever imagined, right under his nose was pretty damn close.

Draco agreed to skip his first class and they rushed up to meet Neville, Gordric watching eagerly as Harry greeted Neville, distracted by the gorgeous little babes in Luna's arms, holding one and nuzzling her, Luna laughing.

“This is Tsukiko.” Luna stated calmly, stroking the babe in her arm's silvery hair back to trace the moon mark on her forehead. “and the one your holding is Mizuki.” Neville looked proud.

“I picked out the names myself.” He admitted. “They're Japanese names, they both mean Moon, like Luna.” He added looking proud and happy. “They're just perfect aren't they!?” Neville asked, so in love with his precious daughters that he didn't even care that they weren't his by blood. They were so perfect in his eyes that the thought never even crossed his mind. Draco chuckled and accepted the little Tsukiko when Luna offered her to him and smiled as he tickled her toes, turning to Harry, a want in his eyes.

“I want to adopt...” The blond whispered, his voice filled with a deep want to have his own children, Harry's heart soaring with joy as he nodded.

“I do too,” he whispered, handing Mizuki back to Neville before he grabbed Draco by the hair and yanked him down for a deep intense kiss. Neville snickered a little as he watched the two, so glad that they were so close.

“You two are going to make wonderful parents.” Neville agreed, smiling as he kissed his little daughter's foreheads. “When are you going to adopt?”

“I don't know, we'll have to talk about it later.” Harry admitted shaking his head. “For now we have something more 'here and now' to take care of.” Harry admitted, smirking darkly as he lifted Merlin's staff. Unshrinking it and holding it out to Neville, who grimaced and shook his head, backing away from the staff—nervous, afraid. He didn't want to be the Heir, he didn't want to be anything but the twin's father, a good father... say, one who wasn't dead.

“It's alright Nev. You won't have to do anything you don't want to.” Draco promised softly Harry nodding his agreement.

“Yeah, in all honesty I don't think you need to DO anything, you're just supposed to monitor the magic, make sure it's strong and healthy and give it a good boost when it needs it. It's Terrance who's got the hard job,” he teased, Neville sighing a little before he gripped the staff, and held it in his hands nervously.

“What do I do?” Neville asked softly, looking up at Harry who explained to Neville what needed to be done. The shy boy standing, gripping the staff so tight his knuckles turned white as he looked around at the others. “I am the Heir of Merlin!”

Everyone held their breath as the staff began to glow, and then groaned as the light vanished, nothing else happening, Harry whining in his disappointment as he took the staff and suddenly shoved it towards Luna.

“You do it!” he ordered, Luna giggling as she accepted it, shaking her head a little as nothing happened when she said the words. Harry shoved the Staff into Draco's arms then, Draco grimacing, but not arguing as he said the words, nothing happening again. Harry sighing as he slumped into the nearest chair to sulk.

“I was so sure that it was Neville... Born of Family, not by blood... he's married to Luna, that's family... they're not of his seed... that's not by blood dammit!” Harry complained biting his lip hard enough to draw a few beads of blood as he thought hard about who it could be, Draco grimacing as he grabbed Harry's chin and dabbed at the injury with a clean handkerchief, Luna giggling a little.

“There's someone else who hasn't tried.” Luna pointed out, Harry lifting an eyebrow.

“Who!?” He asked, looking excited. “Who haven't we tried!?” Harry demanded, Luna looking amused, Draco looking stunned as he realized who she meant.

“What, Harry!?” he asked blinking at Harry before nodding. “It makes sense.”

“What? It does not!” Harry complained. “Oh come on guys, there is no WAY, that 'I Am The Heir Of Merlin!'...” There was a brief silence and then the staff exploded in his hands, he thought he heard a scream but he wasn't sure, he felt the staff's magic reaching into him, curling around his core like a welcoming cat, or a snuggling serpent, it was a warm pleasant feeling that made him giddy as he felt the ancient magic filling him to the brim, his eyes closed but still able to see what was happening. There was magic everywhere, he could feel it, see it, the different colors swirling all around everything and every one. The rocks, the clothes, the stone walls, everything had a touch of magic inside of it, the magic of growth, life, destruction, creation, everything flowed around him like he was a rock in a river, gently buffeting him with images and sounds an colors as the Staff gave him the ancient power to not only feel magic, but to see it all.

Then it was over, the fireworks' display of color, and Harry's loss of vision ended and he collapsed, exhausted all over again, feeling as if he'd taken a twenty mile jog and then done fifty jumping jacks. He closed his eyes and opened them again and was stunned to see that everything was GLOWING. Fantastic colors that Harry had never thought even existed flashed around him as the natural and tamed magic flowed around, tangling with each other before spreading apart to tangle with other magics. Harry could even see his family's magical aura's, out of everyone Mizuki and Tsukiko glowed the brightest of all.

He was suddenly aware of a hand on his shoulder and he blinked dumbly at Draco. The man was saying something but Harry couldn't understand it, he could hear Draco, but the words where strange and disjointed. Harry blinked stupidly, unsure what was happening or what was going on, everything was just so pretty! Draco especially, he glowed like an Angel, shining brightly with red and orange and yellow colors he was like an amazing sunset or a brightly burning fire. He opened his mouth to say something, and for a moment he couldn't figure out what to say.

“What's going on?” He finally asked, the words made perfect sense to him, but Draco just gave him a startled, confused look, Harry decided it would just be best to take a nap until everything made sense again. He never would have thought that HE was the Heir... right under his nose indeed. His dreams where filled with images and colors, and in his hand the staff gleamed, full of vibrant life once more as it started doing it's job, and monitoring magic, even creating more, and all around the world everyone knew that some fundamental aspect of magic had been changed... or rather, restored, everything seamed brighter, more lifelike and stronger, more vibrant, more...magical.

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Draco, Neville, and Luna all cried out when the staff seamed to explode as Harry unwittingly said the words that triggered it. It was like someone had let off all of the twin's fireworks all at once in the small room they where hidden in. They covered their eyes, huddled over the babes, and listened to the sounds of crackling and popping as the Staff burst into life. They slowly relaxed as the staff stopped emitting sparks, and watched Harry sway on the spot, his eyes open but blank and unseeing. Then he blinked, twice and collapsed on the spot, Luna gasping as Draco lunged forward to try and catch Harry, who simply sat own and stared at everything with a childlike amazement that left Draco and Neville stunned.

“Harry?” Neville asked, trying to shake the dancing dots out of his eyes, the light spots made him dizzy and he didn't like the way Harry was looking, astonished and amazed all at the same time. Draco blinked at Harry when the boy didn't answer and he reached down and gently gripped his lovers shoulder.

“Harry, are you alright?” He asked watching Harry blink at him. “Harry, can you hear me?” Harry opened his mouth, but no sound came out for a moment. Looking so confused, Harry finally said something, but it was completely gibberish, Draco didn't have a clue what he said.

“That's ancient Wiccan!” Luna stated with a gasp, her eyes wide. “He must have been struck dumb,” she decided, shaking her head as she watched Harry slip into sleep. “Here, lay him on the bed.” She ordered calmly. “Let him sleep, we will have answers in the morning.” She decided with a small smile as Draco gently tucked Harry into bed, being careful not to touch the staff, as it gave off a loud crackling noise when he tried to grab it, simply letting Harry sleep with it, his lover's grip so tight he doubted he could get him to let go even if the staff wasn't threatening him.

He could feel the shift in magic, and from the look on Neville and Luna's face they could too. They left Harry sleep and headed down to watch everyone else look around in amazement as everything seamed to turn... brighter, more alive, whispering in astonishment as they felt their own magic growing inside of them, empowering them. The best thing of all, in Draco's mind, was the look of utter terror on Dumbledore's face as he realized he had failed, that Merlin's Heir still lived, and that he was never going to find the person before Lord Fox did. Draco hid his smug expression as Dumbledore realized for the first time, that he might very possibly be... losing.
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