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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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Author’s Note: This chapter is modified from the original version in order to provide an end for this story on this site, as I will no longer be posting on adultfanfiction, because this site reacts badly with my TMJ. This will not be the ending chapter on the other sites I post on.

            After his last class, Harry went back to the room of requirement and found Narcissa and Draco in the sitting room. He sat on the loveseat and watched his boyfriend interacting with his mum. Draco and Narcissa were sitting next to each other on the couch and laughing, just laughing, and Harry thought it was beautiful. It was the type of moment that made him wish he had known his parents and it also made him resolve that his child would know him. He would survive this war, especially for the sake of Draco and their baby.

            “Harry, would you like to see what Draco looked like as a baby?” Narcissa asked.

            “Yes mam,” Harry replied, transfixed by the huge smile Draco was shooting him. Draco seemed so happy now that his mum was around.

            Narcissa activated the grey crystal globe and the memory replayed again, showing an adorable baby Draco. He was teething in this memory. He had drool all over his lips and dripping down his chin as he laughed. A house elf came into view and Draco grabbed hold of an ear, which of course he tugged at until it was in his mouth. The baby giggled and burbled and happily let the elf go. “Draco was six months old when we preserved this memory of him,” Narcissa said as the image receded back into the ball.

            “He was adorable,” Harry replied.

            “Yes, he was. Do you have any baby pictures Harry?” Narcissa asked curiously, wanting to get a better idea what her grandchild might look like. Surely his relatives would have pictures, but a teenage boy might not.

            “Yeah, but I left them up in Gryffindor tower,” Harry replied.

            “Go get them; I’d like to see what you looked like,” Draco requested.

            “Yes, do get them,” Narcissa added.

            “Alright, I’ll be right back,” Harry said, going into his bedroom to empty his backpack.

            Harry had packed his backpack full of his school supplies and a change of clothes when he left Gryffindor tower after his fight with Ron, but he left most of his things in his dorm room. And if he was going back, he wanted his bag to be empty, so that he could get some more clothing too. He grabbed his empty backpack and headed back out the door, to Gryffindor tower. He entered the common room relieved to find Ron and the rest of their Quidditch team absent; Ginny would surely have them practicing out on the Quidditch pitch, like she agreed. Hermione wasn’t here either, and so with most of his dorm mates gone, he might be able to get his photo album and get back to Draco quickly.

            “Harry, you’re back!” Neville called as Harry headed for the staircase.

            “Yeah, just getting something,” Harry replied, hoping to brush him off. He didn’t want to stay for a chat.

            Neville followed Harry up the stairs and as they climbed, he asked, “Where were you last night? What happened?”

            “I’m staying in the room of requirement for now. I’m so mad at Rom that I can’t bear to stay in the tower with him.”

            “But what if McGonagall finds out? You’ll get in trouble for being out after hours.”

            “Snape already knows and he didn’t do anything to me,” Harry replied, reaching their landing. Harry and Neville went inside their dorm and Harry went right to work digging through his trunk to find the album Hagrid gave him and as he dug, he came across clothing he wanted and shoved it into his backpack.

            “Are you coming back tonight?”

            “No, I like it in the room of requirement Neville. I’ve got my own room there.”

            “But what happened with Ron?”

            “He almost killed Malfoy and the attack was completely unprovoked,” Harry said finding the album and shoving it in his backpack. He then went about getting some more of his clothes. Most of his new clothes were still shrunk and in the shopping bag, but he would need his school robes, so he pulled them out, shrunk them, and added them to the pile.

            “And you’ve been trying to stay away from Malfoy and not fight with him, okay, but why are you so mad at Ron? I thought you hated Malfoy.”

            “Neville, you weren’t there, I was. Malfoy forgot his book and was coming back to get it. He didn’t touch Ron or anything and now he’s survived two near death experiences in a month. After watching Cedric die and then Sirius, and now Malfoy twice, I can’t take it anymore. And do you want to know what the worst part is?” Harry asked angrily, stuffing his shrunken clothes into his backpack as well. Neville nodded. “Ron didn’t even care if he killed Malfoy! He didn’t care. He was pleased with himself.”

            Neville was speechless and Harry was done packing, so Harry slung his backpack over one shoulder and said, “Bye Neville, I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” He exited the room and walked down the stairs, leaving Neville behind.

            Harry didn’t get stopped on his way out, so he went straight back to the room of requirement. Draco and Narcissa were still on the couch in the sitting room, but this time there was a memory of a slightly bigger Draco crawling about. The baby stopped, sat up, and crammed his hand in his mouth. Harry sat down on the loveseat and watched the memory play out.

            “Did you get it?” Draco asked eagerly when the memory was over.

            “Yeah,” Harry replied, pulling his album out.

            “Let’s see it then,” Draco requested.

            Harry opened the cover to reveal the picture of him with his mum and dad. “Well what do you think?”

            “You make quite the handsome family,” Narcissa said.

            “I guess it’s not so bad,” Draco replied.

            “What’s that supposed to mean?” Harry asked Draco.

            “Well it’s obvious that you lot couldn’t afford a brush nor could your parents cast a decent grooming charm,” Draco answered honestly. For a family portrait they really should’ve made some effort to brush their hair.

            “Draco!” Narcissa chastised.

            “What?” Harry asked confused.

            “Well it’s true mother; just look at their hair! Harry and his father both have hair that looks like it’s never even seen a hairbrush. His mother is a little better, but it’s a weird shade of brown. At least his father had blue eyes like mother,” Draco replied.

            “Draco Lucius Malfoy!” Narcissa scolded.

            “Her hair was red, not brown,” Harry said turning the page and revealing one where his mother’s red hair was more noticeable.

            Draco gasped in shock before composing himself. “Harry, if you’ve given this baby red hair I’ll hex your ballocks off. I will not have a red headed baby.”

            “Language!” Narcissa said.

            “And what are you planning to do if he turns out to have red hair?” Harry asked, trying not to laugh. “Besides hex me, I mean with the baby.”

            “I’ve got a number of options. I hear adoption’s a nice choice, but I don’t plan on letting it get that far, now that I know there could be a possible problem,” Draco replied haughtily.

            “You would get rid of our child, just because he had red hair?” Harry asked.

            “Yes, I wouldn’t have much other choice. Mother, will you look up the spell to determine the hair color?” Draco asked.

            “I could, but I am not pleased with your behavior just now,” Narcissa replied coldly.

            “But mother, he could’ve passed red hair onto my baby!” Draco protested. This was one of the worst things Draco could imagine happening. It was as if Harry had just revealed that squibs ran in his family.

            “Well you should have figured that out before you let this happen. That is why we have the extended marriage process, so little things like this can come out,” Narcissa replied.

            Draco had not told his mother about the rape, nor had Professor Snape. Mother had asked him yesterday and again this morning how he ended up pregnant. Mother was not upset that he was pursuing a relationship with Harry, but she couldn’t understand how Draco, the top, could have had an accidental pregnancy, even if they were sleeping together outside of wedlock. Mother disproved of sex before marriage, but given the near miscarriage, she was letting that go and just wanted to know how it happened. Draco didn’t have an answer for her and so far had refused to answer the question.

            “It’s okay, mam, I know Draco just gets excited when it comes to the baby and he’s a bit emotional given his condition,” Harry said, trying to defuse the situation. Harry knew that Draco hadn’t been given the chance to find anything out ahead of time and Draco looked like he was about to cry; he needed to get Narcissa to back down before the bathroom incident got brought up, again.

            “Even so there are things that one simply shouldn’t say in polite conversation,” Narcissa replied.

            “But it’s just the three of us here and I like when Draco is honest with me,” Harry replied. “And I really would like to know what color hair our child will have, mam.” If it was red, he would need to know immediately so that he could convince Draco that it wasn’t the end of the world. If Draco had eight months of preparation, maybe he wouldn’t be so shocked when their baby arrived.

            “Very well, I’ll look up the spell and be back,” Narcissa replied, heading down the hallway toward the study.

            “I’m sorry,” Harry told Draco, moving from the loveseat to the couch to take Draco in his arms. “I hope I didn’t give our baby red hair.” Harry would have loved a red-headed baby, but not after seeing how upset this made Draco. ‘Would he seriously consider giving the baby away, because of red hair?’

            “Yeah, me too,” Draco replied, leaning forward and flipping through the photo album to look at the pictures. Harry was a cute looking baby, even if his hair wasn’t combed. “At least your dad has pretty eyes.”

            “You want blue eyes, huh?” Harry asked. He was hoping the baby would have Draco’s grey eyes and thought that Draco would have wanted the same.

            “Mother has blue eyes,” Draco replied, as if that was all the answer that was needed. He wanted his child to have his mother’s beautiful eyes and that was more likely to happen, because Harry’s father also had the same vividly blue eyes.

            “I’m sure any baby of yours will be gorgeous,” Harry replied.

            “Yes he will be, all Malfoys are,” Draco replied conceitedly, finishing his quick flip through the photo album. Baby Harry was cute, but there were only a few pictures of him, with the rest being of his parents and other people Draco didn’t know. He left the album turned to the best picture showing a smiling, waving, raven haired baby and Draco snuggled into Harry’s side on the couch. “Oh and Harry?”

            “Yeah?”

            “Don’t forget to stretch yourself every day. You should do it in the bathroom, so that mother doesn’t overhear,” Draco whispered. He was sure his mother had gone in the study and shut the door behind her, so she wouldn’t hear, but with all the windows in the hut, he could never be too careful.

            “Oh, I completely forgot about that with everything else that’s been going on.”

            “Yeah, well Professor Snape has forbidden me from all sexual activity until I’m fully recovered, so you’ll have to do it by yourself.” This was a bit of a sore subject with Draco. He didn’t want to be banned from sexual activity, especially now that he finally had an appreciation for blow jobs, and Professor Snape had been unable to say exactly how long the ban would be in place, but Draco did understand the risk to the baby. He could hold off for a few days for the baby, but he didn’t know how long he could go.

            “Okay, I will. But why did Snape move you and your mum here in the middle of the night last night? I thought you two were staying with him in his quarters.”

            “His quarters are tiny, cramped, and depressing. I was tired of being stuck in there, so I suggested we stay in here. Then I whined and complained until mother and Snape gave in,” Draco revealed. “And we went in the middle of the night so that no one would see us.”

            For once Harry was happy that his boyfriend was whiny and spoiled rotten, since it meant they got to spend more time together. “Brilliant,” Harry replied. “What did you and your mum do all day while I was gone?”

            “We looked at old memories and earlier we went for a walk in the lilac forest. Well she pushed me in my chair, but then Professor Snape came by and examined me and moved me here, to sit on the couch.”

            “Snape was here? What did he say? Are you and the baby okay?”

            “Yeah, we’re fine. He said I can go back to class tomorrow, but I have to use the wheelchair; probably for a week.”

            “Whose’s gonna push you? I can’t without blowing our cover.”

            “Professor Snape will come get me in the morning, but I’ll have the other Slytherins push me around during the day.”

            “I’ve been telling the other Gryffindors that Ron opened up your sectumsempra wounds, but Snape saved you again.”

            “That’s a good one; I’ll have to remember that. I think I’ll tell them I’m staying in here with mother, which is why I won’t be in the dungeons with them.”

            “But I told Neville and the others that I’m staying here to get away from Ron. What if the Slytherins talk to the Gryffindors and someone puts it together?”

            “Okay, then I’m staying with Professor Snape so he can monitor my wounds,” Draco replied, as his mother walked back in.

            “That’s better,” Harry said to Draco before looking up expectantly at Narcissa, to see what she had to say about the hair color determining spell.

            “I think I’m ready,” Narcissa said.

            “Great!” Draco replied.

            Narcissa moved closer to Draco, standing over him, so that she could cast the spell. “Here I go,” she said and began to cast.

            Black writing appeared in the air in front of Draco’s abdomen, creating three blurry letters. The last letter looked like a distorted B, the middle letter like and E with four horizontal lines instead of three, and he couldn’t make out the first letter. “It’s blurry again,” Harry observed.

            “I think it says red; it’s just out of focus,” Draco replied with a sinking feeling in his stomach. He suddenly felt like he had taken a punch to the gut.

            “Now Draco, don’t go getting too upset over this. Red hair isn’t the end of the world,” Narcissa said.

            Harry felt very grateful to Narcissa in that moment. “Yeah, it’ll be okay. He could still have blue eyes,” Harry said hopefully.

            “I think I want to lie down now,” Draco said, feeling very depressed at the unfortunate news.

            “Yeah, okay,” Harry replied.

            “I’ll get the wheelchair,” Narcissa said, before getting up and going down the hall.

            Narcissa came back seconds later with the wheelchair and Harry helped Draco transfer into it, before pushing Draco down the hall and into the dragon room. Then he picked Draco up and settled him onto the bed. Draco grabbed the green stuffed sea turtle and hugged it to his chest, while Harry crawled onto the bed and pulled Draco into his arms. He kissed Draco on his temple and said, “It’s gonna be alright, yeah?”

            “I don’t see how,” Draco said.

            “Well I know you don’t want a red headed child, but red hair’s not so bad. You’ll get used to it after a while.”

            “It’ll mean casting glamours every morning to disguise the atrocious color and even then it’ll be constant worry of the glamour breaking.”

            “Hair color doesn’t really matter that much does it? Isn’t all that matters that we love him?”

            “No. I want to be alone; I’m tired,” Draco said.

            “I could hold you while you go to sleep.”

            “No, I want to be alone,” Draco said, pushing Harry’s arms off of him.

            “Okay, just call me if your need me,” Harry said before leaving the room.

            Draco grabbed his wand and spelled the door locked after Harry left. He really needed someone to talk to that wasn’t Harry or mother; someone who could understand how upset he was. But the only people who knew about the pregnancy outside this room were Professors Dumbledore and Snape. There was absolutely no way he was going to talk to the headmaster, so he decided he needed to go see Professor Snape.

            Draco wished he had a fireplace in his room and a pot of floo powder and the fireplace and floo powder quickly appeared. He got up, pushing the wheelchair aside, and walked to the fireplace, even though Professor Snape had advised him not to walk yet; it was only a few steps and he didn’t think it’d matter much. He flooed to Professor Snape’s office, pleasantly relieve to find that his head of house was there and that he wouldn’t have to wait to talk to him.

            While Draco was visiting Professor Snape, Harry was doing his homework in the study. He was upset by Draco’s reaction to the hair color spell, but he was in part relieved that Draco hadn’t gone immediately into talk of adoption and he had hope that he would be able to talk Draco into coming around.

            A couple of hours later Harry was three fourths of the way done with his herbology essay when he heard sort of a whimpering noise, followed by a grunt. He was already out of the study and running towards Draco’s room when he heard a cry of pain. Narcissa beat him there and was already inside the room when he arrived. She had one of the vials of potion that Snape had left in her hand and was attempting to get Draco to swallow it. But Draco was in so much pain that Draco was oblivious to Narcissa’s efforts, burying his head in his pillow as he tried to survive the pain.

            Harry didn’t want to get in Narcissa’s way, but he wanted to help and comfort Draco, so he climbed on the other side of the bed and said, “Come on Draco, open up; you have to take it for the baby.”

            Draco shook his head and kept his mouth closed, pushing his mother’s hands away and turning back into his pillow.

            “Draco, what’s the matter with you? If you’re having contractions again we need to stop them,” Narcissa said.

            “Are you having contractions again?” Harry asked, wondering what was going on.

            Draco had the blankets pulled all of the way up his chest and tucked under his arms, but Harry grabbed the top and started gently pulling it away from Draco’s body, revealing a lot of blood underneath. Narcissa saw what Harry was doing and with her free hand she began helping Harry peel the blankets away from her son, who still was not taking the potion.

            “Draco, why is there all this blood? How long has this been happening?” Narcissa asked frantically.

            “I don’t know; I was asleep,” Draco answered in between cries of pain. He had lain down to take a nap after he got back from his chat with Professor Snape and woken up in pain.

            “Harry, go get Professor Snape,” Narcissa ordered.

            Draco was glad that he had wished the fireplace and pot of floo powder away upon his return to his room, which meant Harry didn’t even think of flooing to Professor Snape’s office. Instead Harry nodded and ran out the door and moments later Draco heard the door to the room of requirement slamming shut behind Harry. He was relieved that Harry wouldn’t be here to watch the rest of this.

            “Draco, why won’t you take this potion?”

            “It’s too late,” Draco answered and then let out a loud scream. He hadn’t wanted to say it in front of Harry, but when he woke up from his nap minutes before, he had noticed all of the blood and known that it was too late.

            “No, it’s not too late. As long as the baby is still inside you we can fix this,” Narcissa said, trying to be objective, but all she could see was the blood.

            Draco looked down at his abdomen as another wave of pain hit and saw the second cervix stretch wider. It must be several inches wide by now and he could see a red mass pushing out of him; he knew his body was trying to expel it and he thought the pain would go away if it did. While his mother was frantic, he reached down to the second cervix and felt the muscles fluttering and then hardening with his next contraction. The bloody mass was pushed just a bit further out and he instinctively grabbed it and pulled it away.

            Narcissa noticed what Draco was doing and screamed as she reached her hands down to stop him and he handed the small bloody bit of tissue to her. It was so tiny that she wasn’t sure what it was and in her desperation to figure out if it was the baby, she pulled it closer to her face to get a better look.

            While his mother was distracted, Draco’s hands went down to cup his belly as yet another contraction hit. He had hoped it would end, but there seemed to be more material to expel and the contractions kept coming. He reached down and another bit of tissue, similar in size to the first bit, came out. Then the sharp shooting pain eased up and he let out a breath of relief. He lay back and closed his eyes in exhaustion as he felt the second cervix start to close again, twitching as it did so, but not hurting nearly as much as when it was opening.

            “I can’t be sure, but I think this is the baby,” Narcissa said sadly. It seemed to be over, so she sat on the end of Draco’s bed to wait for Severus.

            Draco was almost asleep a minute later when Professor Snape and Harry rushed into the room. Narcissa quickly told the professor what she thought had happened and handed over the bit of flesh she had taken from Draco. Professor Snape cast some diagnostic spells on Draco and then on the bit of flesh and Harry waited expectantly for the results. Harry stood back in an attempt to stay out of the way, but Harry also was scared to get too close to Draco.

            “He is no longer pregnant and the embryonic material has been removed. His second cervix is already closing up,” Professor Snape announced after vanishing all of the blood from Draco’s body, leaving only the bit of flesh in his left hand. He summoned a box and placed the tissue gently inside. He thought Draco was asleep, but then Draco reached out his hand and opened it up to reveal another bit of tissue. Snape took the second bit and added it to the box, before closing it.

            Draco really did go to sleep then and Harry crawled onto the bed to hold Draco, tears running down his face. He couldn’t believe that it was over and his baby was dead. Not once did he think back to his conversation with Draco a few hours before, but rather he thought back to yesterday when he witnessed Ron hitting Draco in the stomach. He was absolutely convinced that this wouldn’t’ve happened if Ron hadn’t hit Draco.

            Professor Snape escorted Narcissa out of the room with the box and Harry stayed with Draco and cried.

            Draco was well enough to go back to classes the next day and he was also well enough to move back into the Slytherin dorms with his friends. No longer needed at Hogwarts, Narcissa was taken by Professor Snape to the Malfoy’s villa in France, which was now sufficiently warded to protect her from Death Eaters.

            Harry stayed in the room of requirement for a few days, not yet ready to face Ron. His grief over the loss of his son was made worse by the fact that Draco wasn’t talking to him. Then on Friday he finally convinced Draco to meet him in the room of requirement to talk, but it didn’t go at all how he wanted, because Draco broke up with him, returned the ring, and informed him that his marriage contract was being rejected. After that he couldn’t bear to stay in the room of requirement, which was full of memories of him and Draco, and so he grudgingly went back to his dorm room in Gryffindor tower.

            Draco went back to his life before Harry and returned to mending the vanishing cabinet in the room of requirement with a new vigor. He was saddened by his loss of a child and blamed Harry for the entire thing, from getting him pregnant, to being punched in the stomach by Harry’s friend, to the baby having red hair, which had resulted in the floo trip to Professor Snape’s office that had triggered the loss of the baby. And since he was no longer with Harry, he was going back to how his life was before, and that was the life of a young Death Eater trying to kill Dumbledore. And he’d come up with a whole new plan of attack when it came to furniture mending. He would mend the blasted cabinet, let Death Eaters into the school, and get Dumbledore killed in order to save his father. Besides, the world would be a better place if halfbloods and blood traitors weren’t running around knocking people up and then causing miscarriages. The whole thing was Harry Potter and Ron Weasley’s fault.

Author’s Note: The end. For those of you who did not get a chance to read my author’s notes, this ending may seem like it came out of the blue. I never meant to end it there, but shit happens and there you have it.
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