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Breath of Life
Chapter Number/Total: 39/41
Chapter Title: Breath of Life
Words: 2838 Words
Nothing happened at all. Draco remained unmoving and limp. Harry let out a sob, his head falling forward. "Please, Draco, please," he said weakly.
Hermione was watching the whole thing with wide eyes. "Harry, did you just heal him?" she asked.
Harry couldn’t bear to answer that question as it was apparent to him that he had not. Draco still wasn't breathing.
"Harry, did you heal him?" Hermione demanded loudly now, flying nearer to him.
"I t-tried to," Harry gasped, clutching Draco to him.
"Harry, if you did he needs to be resuscitated!"
Harry's head snapped up. "What?" he asked weakly.
"Resuscitated!" Hermione repeated quickly. "CPR!"
Harry's eyes widened but his heart fluttered with hope. "Up here?" he asked incredulously.
Hermione looked quickly down to the ground. "Let's land over there," she said pointing to a spot a very good distance from the Dark Mark clearing.
Harry's mind was racing now and he nodded, holding Draco to him securely as he flew down. Ron and Hermione followed hurriedly.
He touched down to the ground and lowered Draco gently, kneeling next to him. He looked up at Hermione with wide eyes as she landed.
"I don't know how to do it," he said fearfully.
"Breathe into his mouth," she said, speaking quickly. "Press down on his chest and breathe into his mouth."
Trying to keep from panicking again, and slightly confused, Harry lowered his mouth to Draco's. He placed his hand on Draco's chest, pressing down. He had a strong feeling that this was not how it was done. He had a vague idea of what CPR was and this was not quite it. He tried willing his magic to do anything it could to help through his hand on Draco's chest.
He heard Hermione open her mouth with an audible breath to protest what he was doing, but she paused and didn't say anything.
Draco's chest filled with air and magic. His body twitched and arched under Harry's hands and mouth.
Harry gasped and pulled away, eyes wide. "Draco?" he asked, heart beating quicker than it had that day.
Draco's body stopped breathing when Harry pulled back.
"Do it again," Hermione said, eyes intent on the two men in front of her. "Whatever you just did, do it again."
Harry hastily lowered his mouth to Draco's again, breathing into him and pushing his magic through his chest.
Draco's lungs filled and his right hand clenched into a fist.
Under his hand, Harry felt a weak beat of Draco's heart.
"Keep going Harry," Hermione encouraged as Ron stood by and watched, looking very nervous.
Harry did. He breathed into Draco again, feeling the beginnings of relief now that he could feel a heartbeat. He continued to push air and magic into him, waiting for Draco to take a breath of his own.
Suddenly there was a gasp as Draco sucked air into his lungs and his body arched up off the ground.
Harry gasped with his husband, watching him. "Draco?" he asked once again, to judge Draco's consciousness.
Draco arched and then shuddered violently, coughing harshly.
Harry tried helping Draco sit up, hands fluttering over him frantically.
Draco felt like someone was choking him. It was like someone had ripped out his throat. Every breath was like fire. He rolled onto his side, spitting out blood.
Harry's eyes widened even further in shock and fear. "Oh, God," he said, hoping that he had healed the inside of Draco's throat. He would shove his fingers down there to heal him if he had to.
Draco coughed up blood and bits of other stuff from his lungs and throat. Moaning in pain. His eyes were still tightly closed but he brought a hand to his throat as if to confirm he still had one.
Harry grimaced, both with the fear he still felt and at the sight of what Draco was coughing up. "Are you okay?" he asked weakly, bringing a hand up to touch Draco's neck where he was holding.
Ron and Hermione moved closer.
Draco forced himself to open his eyes and look up at Harry. He tried to swallow but it resulted in more pain than he was prepared for. He was writhing on the ground.
Harry hissed, holding Draco tightly. He didn't know what to do besides try to help with his magic. He pressed his hand once again to Draco's neck, trying to work soothing magic into him now, but he was weak and tired and his magic reflected that. He didn't know if he would be able to do much of anything.
Draco's hands scrambled over his pack, trying to open it.
Hermione, obviously seeing what Draco was trying to do, rushed forward to help him. She ripped the pack open and held it for him, unsure of what he needed out of it.
Draco reached in the side pocket for the healing potions he had packed and found one, but then dropped it.
Harry groaned and felt he was going to die as he watched the glass bottle tumble from Draco's hands and crack on the ground, the contents leaking out. "Fuck!" he screamed, feeling tears coming on.
"Calm down, Harry," Hermione said quickly, her hands scrambling inside Draco's bag. "There's another. Here." She handed the potion to Harry.
Harry took a gasping breath, thinking that his emotions had never been toyed with more in his life, and pulled the stopper from the bottle. He lifted Draco's head with one hand and carefully tipped the potion into his mouth with the other.
The taste was horrid, but the feeling of the potion soothing the sore flesh of his throat was fantastic and Draco fell back with a sigh, swallowing it and breathing in big gulps. Never had breathing felt so good.
Ron and Hermione let out sighs as well, both of them looking very thankful that it seemed Draco was going to be okay.
Harry had finally given into his tears and they ran silently down his cheeks as he hugged Draco tightly, pulling him more into his lap.
Draco looked up into Harry's face. He saw green eyes glistening and he smiled weakly. "Did we get it?" he croaked, his voice sounding rough.
Harry bent and kissed Draco's lips gently before letting out a strange laugh and looking to Ron.
Grinning crookedly and with a victorious gleam in his eyes, Ron pulled out of his robes the ruby encrusted dagger of Godric Gryffindor.
"We got it," Harry said in a choked whisper.
"Good," Draco mouthed, not even trying to use his sore vocal cords for the moment. He grimaced. His mouth tasted like blood and Healing Potion. "Water?" he asked.
Hermione quickly Transfigured a small, nearby stick into a glass and conjured water before handing it to Draco.
He sat up a bit with Harry's help. The first drink he swirled around in his mouth and spat out again. Then he took several small sips of the water, swallowing cautiously. His throat did seem to be working again, even if it still felt a bit sore.
Harry kissed Draco's cheek and temple over and over again, smiling at him and stroking his hair like he was some precious, fragile doll.
Hermione and Ron both smiled widely and with some amusement as they watched him.
Draco smiled at the enthusiastic petting of his husband. "Scared you again, did I?" he whispered.
"Must you ask?" Harry whispered back, eyes filled with serious emotion. Harry thought the word 'scared' was a bit of an understatement.
"Regulus's body attacked us, right?" Draco asked, making sure his memories made sense.
Ron raised his eyebrows and nodded, looking a bit uneasy at the thought of it.
Harry nodded as well. "Yes," he answered.
Draco looked around. "Still in the forest?" he asked, even though it seemed pretty obvious.
"Yes," Hermione answered this time. She gave them all a rather nervous look and then looked quickly around herself. "We're actually not that far from where the Horcrux was. Perhaps we should get back."
Draco nodded and then moved to get to his feet. He was still pretty shaky.
Harry helped Draco and then Summoned his Firebolt to the hand that wasn't still holding the blond.
"We're a broom short," said Ron, holding his own broomstick.
Hermione had the one that she had come with, but since Draco had been unable to fly a broom, his had been left in the clearing.
Draco took a minute of deep breathing to get his sense of balance back. He felt tired. He wasn't sure if he could fly but walking seemed like an even worse idea.
"I can just take you on mine," Harry said to Draco, raising an eyebrow in question. "You don't look like you can fly on your own anyway."
Frowning, Hermione asked, "Can a broomstick hold two people when they're the proper weight? Draco might be a bit too disoriented to go under a Lightening Charm all the way back."
Eyebrows raised high as they both looked at her, Harry and Ron said in unison, "It's a Firebolt."
Draco smiled weakly. "I can hold tight to Harry."
Nodding and rolling her eyes at Harry and Ron, Hermione mounted her broom again. "Let's get out of here," she said warily, kicking up a few feet. Ron followed her and they both waited for the two others.
Harry let go of his broom and it hovered at the exact height for him to comfortably mount it. He did and looked to Draco. "Should you sit in front of me or behind?" he asked.
"Behind," Draco said, still smiling. He climbed on, holding Harry as he did, and then wrapped his arms around his husband’s waist and pressed his face against his shoulder. Damn, it felt good.
Harry smiled softly and bent a bit lower on the broom before shooting up out of the trees. Once into the sky, Harry took a great breath of fresh air and let it out slowly. He looked off at the pink clouds on the horizon where the sun was sinking below. His path to Voldemort was now clear. He would train to form his powers, kill the snake, and it was a straight road from there.
Ron and Hermione caught up with him and the four friends began their way back towards Hogwarts.
***
Four cracks broke the semi-silence of Harry and Draco's bedroom, the only other noise the quiet cooing of Valen as Remus played with the little boy.
Harry's heart leapt at the sight of his son. He realised that he had been very unsure about he and Draco making it back together, both alive and virtually unharmed.
Draco slumped, nearly falling to his knees in exhaustion. "Home," he croaked.
Remus startled and looked up, looking quite relieved. "You're back," he said. "Draco? Is he okay?"
Harry held Draco tightly, tossing his broom off to the side. He walked Draco over to the bed and sat him down on it. "Yes, just very tired, I think," he answered. He, himself, was very tired, and he felt his own shoulders sag.
"Valen," Draco whispered, falling back on the bed.
Harry looked over at Lupin and walked over to him to retrieve the baby, smiling as Valen tried to turn his head to see him.
Valen was squeaking and wriggling as Harry approached.
Harry gently took Valen from Lupin and held him close to his chest, sighing as he breathed in his baby smell. He kissed his hair and carried him over to Draco, laying him belly-down on the man's chest.
Draco sighed in relief as Valen was brought to him. He laid his right hand on the infant's back and looked down at him. Valen lifted his head, burbling at him. Draco nodded. "Yes, your daddies are back," he told the baby, "and we are glad to see you too."
Harry smiled hugely as he lay on the bed beside his husband and child, forgetting that there was anyone else in the room and that Ron had a Horcrux in his robes.
Draco looked at Harry and sighed. "Godric Gryffindor's dagger," he whispered. "What a thing to use that way."
Draco's words brought Harry crashing back to reality and he frowned slightly, looking over at Ron.
Ron pulled the dagger out of his robes again and held it out as if afraid it would burn him now that it wasn't so important to protect.
"Not near Valen," Draco said quickly. The infant actually began to cry.
"Put it away," Harry said, frowning and rubbing Valen's back to try and get him to stop crying.
Ron winced at the dagger and stuffed it back inside his clothing, not seeming to know what else to do with it. He took a few steps back from the bed.
Valen cried a bit more but seemed to settle once the blade was gone and Harry was petting him. "We won't let the bad magic hurt you," Draco told the infant seriously.
"Never ever," Harry agreed, leaning forward and bending his neck to kiss Valen's forehead gently.
Valen sniffed a bit but settled down to gurgling at them.
Draco looked up at Ron. "He can feel magic the way I can," Draco said. "I would suggest you put that in my lab for now."
Remus was standing at the end of the bed. "What?" he asked.
Ron nodded to Draco and turned to do as he had said.
Harry stared up at Lupin. "We found the Horcrux," he said, figuring that was what the man was talking about.
"Yes, I see that. What do you mean about Valen though? Draco is a sensitive? And Valen too?" Remus asked.
"Oh," Harry said. He nodded. "Yes, both of them. I'd forgotten you didn't know."
"That's amazing," Remus said. "I've heard of them but I've never known anyone to admit it. It's a rare gift."
Draco nodded, still watching Valen. "Skipped a few generations in our line," Draco said. Then almost to Valen himself, "But we have it back, don't we?"
Harry smiled. "He has my power as well - whatever that is," he said. "Draco says he can feel it."
Draco nodded. "It's a kind of wild magic," he said. "Answers to will better than to command."
Harry shrugged and nodded.
"I would love to talk more with you about this at some point," Remus said, "but it's clear that you need rest right now."
Harry sighed and nodded thankfully.
Ron came back into the room then. "I hid it behind the potions on the back wall," he told Draco.
"Thank you," Draco said.
Ron and Hermione smiled and nodded and Harry nodded as well.
"Thanks isn't enough, but I don't know how else to put it. Thank you, thank you, thank you," he said, truly meaning it.
Ron rolled his eyes at him, shaking his head. "I'm the one that would be dead back there, Harry," he said, sounding amused. "Sometimes I wonder if you really know how much you do." He took Hermione's hand and, still shaking his head, exited the room. Remus followed the pair out.
Harry raised an eyebrow, staring after his friends.
Draco laid his silver hand on their baby's back and reached his right hand to cup Harry's cheek.
Relieved to be alone with Draco and Valen, Harry smiled. He closed his eyes and sighed at Draco's touch. "Here we go," he whispered to him.
"Yes?" Draco whispered.
Harry opened his mouth to explain further, but then closed it, not wanting to ruin this small peace with thoughts of Voldemort or even training. "Never mind," he said with a small sigh, leaning in to kiss Draco.
Draco kissed him back gently. Then pulled back enough to whisper against his lips. "Put Valen in his cot," he said. "He's asleep."
Harry brushed his lips lightly against Draco's for a moment but then sat up, smiling and taking Valen gently from Draco's chest. He got to his feet with the infant and walked over to his nearby cot to lay him inside it. He stared down at him for a moment, full to bursting with love for the little boy. Harry turned his head and smiled at Draco before padding back over to him, kicking off his own shoes and then bending to pull Draco's from his feet. He lay back down next to him, sighing again.
"I feel like I could sleep a week," Draco whispered. "How are you? I don't even know what happened after ...."
"I'm fine," Harry answered quietly. "To be honest, I'm not even sure what happened, but I'm okay. Just tired."
"Good," Draco said, rolling onto his side and putting his arm around Harry.
Harry kissed the bridge of Draco's nose and then closed his eyes. "Good," he echoed with a quiet yawn.
Chapter Title: Breath of Life
Words: 2838 Words
Nothing happened at all. Draco remained unmoving and limp. Harry let out a sob, his head falling forward. "Please, Draco, please," he said weakly.
Hermione was watching the whole thing with wide eyes. "Harry, did you just heal him?" she asked.
Harry couldn’t bear to answer that question as it was apparent to him that he had not. Draco still wasn't breathing.
"Harry, did you heal him?" Hermione demanded loudly now, flying nearer to him.
"I t-tried to," Harry gasped, clutching Draco to him.
"Harry, if you did he needs to be resuscitated!"
Harry's head snapped up. "What?" he asked weakly.
"Resuscitated!" Hermione repeated quickly. "CPR!"
Harry's eyes widened but his heart fluttered with hope. "Up here?" he asked incredulously.
Hermione looked quickly down to the ground. "Let's land over there," she said pointing to a spot a very good distance from the Dark Mark clearing.
Harry's mind was racing now and he nodded, holding Draco to him securely as he flew down. Ron and Hermione followed hurriedly.
He touched down to the ground and lowered Draco gently, kneeling next to him. He looked up at Hermione with wide eyes as she landed.
"I don't know how to do it," he said fearfully.
"Breathe into his mouth," she said, speaking quickly. "Press down on his chest and breathe into his mouth."
Trying to keep from panicking again, and slightly confused, Harry lowered his mouth to Draco's. He placed his hand on Draco's chest, pressing down. He had a strong feeling that this was not how it was done. He had a vague idea of what CPR was and this was not quite it. He tried willing his magic to do anything it could to help through his hand on Draco's chest.
He heard Hermione open her mouth with an audible breath to protest what he was doing, but she paused and didn't say anything.
Draco's chest filled with air and magic. His body twitched and arched under Harry's hands and mouth.
Harry gasped and pulled away, eyes wide. "Draco?" he asked, heart beating quicker than it had that day.
Draco's body stopped breathing when Harry pulled back.
"Do it again," Hermione said, eyes intent on the two men in front of her. "Whatever you just did, do it again."
Harry hastily lowered his mouth to Draco's again, breathing into him and pushing his magic through his chest.
Draco's lungs filled and his right hand clenched into a fist.
Under his hand, Harry felt a weak beat of Draco's heart.
"Keep going Harry," Hermione encouraged as Ron stood by and watched, looking very nervous.
Harry did. He breathed into Draco again, feeling the beginnings of relief now that he could feel a heartbeat. He continued to push air and magic into him, waiting for Draco to take a breath of his own.
Suddenly there was a gasp as Draco sucked air into his lungs and his body arched up off the ground.
Harry gasped with his husband, watching him. "Draco?" he asked once again, to judge Draco's consciousness.
Draco arched and then shuddered violently, coughing harshly.
Harry tried helping Draco sit up, hands fluttering over him frantically.
Draco felt like someone was choking him. It was like someone had ripped out his throat. Every breath was like fire. He rolled onto his side, spitting out blood.
Harry's eyes widened even further in shock and fear. "Oh, God," he said, hoping that he had healed the inside of Draco's throat. He would shove his fingers down there to heal him if he had to.
Draco coughed up blood and bits of other stuff from his lungs and throat. Moaning in pain. His eyes were still tightly closed but he brought a hand to his throat as if to confirm he still had one.
Harry grimaced, both with the fear he still felt and at the sight of what Draco was coughing up. "Are you okay?" he asked weakly, bringing a hand up to touch Draco's neck where he was holding.
Ron and Hermione moved closer.
Draco forced himself to open his eyes and look up at Harry. He tried to swallow but it resulted in more pain than he was prepared for. He was writhing on the ground.
Harry hissed, holding Draco tightly. He didn't know what to do besides try to help with his magic. He pressed his hand once again to Draco's neck, trying to work soothing magic into him now, but he was weak and tired and his magic reflected that. He didn't know if he would be able to do much of anything.
Draco's hands scrambled over his pack, trying to open it.
Hermione, obviously seeing what Draco was trying to do, rushed forward to help him. She ripped the pack open and held it for him, unsure of what he needed out of it.
Draco reached in the side pocket for the healing potions he had packed and found one, but then dropped it.
Harry groaned and felt he was going to die as he watched the glass bottle tumble from Draco's hands and crack on the ground, the contents leaking out. "Fuck!" he screamed, feeling tears coming on.
"Calm down, Harry," Hermione said quickly, her hands scrambling inside Draco's bag. "There's another. Here." She handed the potion to Harry.
Harry took a gasping breath, thinking that his emotions had never been toyed with more in his life, and pulled the stopper from the bottle. He lifted Draco's head with one hand and carefully tipped the potion into his mouth with the other.
The taste was horrid, but the feeling of the potion soothing the sore flesh of his throat was fantastic and Draco fell back with a sigh, swallowing it and breathing in big gulps. Never had breathing felt so good.
Ron and Hermione let out sighs as well, both of them looking very thankful that it seemed Draco was going to be okay.
Harry had finally given into his tears and they ran silently down his cheeks as he hugged Draco tightly, pulling him more into his lap.
Draco looked up into Harry's face. He saw green eyes glistening and he smiled weakly. "Did we get it?" he croaked, his voice sounding rough.
Harry bent and kissed Draco's lips gently before letting out a strange laugh and looking to Ron.
Grinning crookedly and with a victorious gleam in his eyes, Ron pulled out of his robes the ruby encrusted dagger of Godric Gryffindor.
"We got it," Harry said in a choked whisper.
"Good," Draco mouthed, not even trying to use his sore vocal cords for the moment. He grimaced. His mouth tasted like blood and Healing Potion. "Water?" he asked.
Hermione quickly Transfigured a small, nearby stick into a glass and conjured water before handing it to Draco.
He sat up a bit with Harry's help. The first drink he swirled around in his mouth and spat out again. Then he took several small sips of the water, swallowing cautiously. His throat did seem to be working again, even if it still felt a bit sore.
Harry kissed Draco's cheek and temple over and over again, smiling at him and stroking his hair like he was some precious, fragile doll.
Hermione and Ron both smiled widely and with some amusement as they watched him.
Draco smiled at the enthusiastic petting of his husband. "Scared you again, did I?" he whispered.
"Must you ask?" Harry whispered back, eyes filled with serious emotion. Harry thought the word 'scared' was a bit of an understatement.
"Regulus's body attacked us, right?" Draco asked, making sure his memories made sense.
Ron raised his eyebrows and nodded, looking a bit uneasy at the thought of it.
Harry nodded as well. "Yes," he answered.
Draco looked around. "Still in the forest?" he asked, even though it seemed pretty obvious.
"Yes," Hermione answered this time. She gave them all a rather nervous look and then looked quickly around herself. "We're actually not that far from where the Horcrux was. Perhaps we should get back."
Draco nodded and then moved to get to his feet. He was still pretty shaky.
Harry helped Draco and then Summoned his Firebolt to the hand that wasn't still holding the blond.
"We're a broom short," said Ron, holding his own broomstick.
Hermione had the one that she had come with, but since Draco had been unable to fly a broom, his had been left in the clearing.
Draco took a minute of deep breathing to get his sense of balance back. He felt tired. He wasn't sure if he could fly but walking seemed like an even worse idea.
"I can just take you on mine," Harry said to Draco, raising an eyebrow in question. "You don't look like you can fly on your own anyway."
Frowning, Hermione asked, "Can a broomstick hold two people when they're the proper weight? Draco might be a bit too disoriented to go under a Lightening Charm all the way back."
Eyebrows raised high as they both looked at her, Harry and Ron said in unison, "It's a Firebolt."
Draco smiled weakly. "I can hold tight to Harry."
Nodding and rolling her eyes at Harry and Ron, Hermione mounted her broom again. "Let's get out of here," she said warily, kicking up a few feet. Ron followed her and they both waited for the two others.
Harry let go of his broom and it hovered at the exact height for him to comfortably mount it. He did and looked to Draco. "Should you sit in front of me or behind?" he asked.
"Behind," Draco said, still smiling. He climbed on, holding Harry as he did, and then wrapped his arms around his husband’s waist and pressed his face against his shoulder. Damn, it felt good.
Harry smiled softly and bent a bit lower on the broom before shooting up out of the trees. Once into the sky, Harry took a great breath of fresh air and let it out slowly. He looked off at the pink clouds on the horizon where the sun was sinking below. His path to Voldemort was now clear. He would train to form his powers, kill the snake, and it was a straight road from there.
Ron and Hermione caught up with him and the four friends began their way back towards Hogwarts.
***
Four cracks broke the semi-silence of Harry and Draco's bedroom, the only other noise the quiet cooing of Valen as Remus played with the little boy.
Harry's heart leapt at the sight of his son. He realised that he had been very unsure about he and Draco making it back together, both alive and virtually unharmed.
Draco slumped, nearly falling to his knees in exhaustion. "Home," he croaked.
Remus startled and looked up, looking quite relieved. "You're back," he said. "Draco? Is he okay?"
Harry held Draco tightly, tossing his broom off to the side. He walked Draco over to the bed and sat him down on it. "Yes, just very tired, I think," he answered. He, himself, was very tired, and he felt his own shoulders sag.
"Valen," Draco whispered, falling back on the bed.
Harry looked over at Lupin and walked over to him to retrieve the baby, smiling as Valen tried to turn his head to see him.
Valen was squeaking and wriggling as Harry approached.
Harry gently took Valen from Lupin and held him close to his chest, sighing as he breathed in his baby smell. He kissed his hair and carried him over to Draco, laying him belly-down on the man's chest.
Draco sighed in relief as Valen was brought to him. He laid his right hand on the infant's back and looked down at him. Valen lifted his head, burbling at him. Draco nodded. "Yes, your daddies are back," he told the baby, "and we are glad to see you too."
Harry smiled hugely as he lay on the bed beside his husband and child, forgetting that there was anyone else in the room and that Ron had a Horcrux in his robes.
Draco looked at Harry and sighed. "Godric Gryffindor's dagger," he whispered. "What a thing to use that way."
Draco's words brought Harry crashing back to reality and he frowned slightly, looking over at Ron.
Ron pulled the dagger out of his robes again and held it out as if afraid it would burn him now that it wasn't so important to protect.
"Not near Valen," Draco said quickly. The infant actually began to cry.
"Put it away," Harry said, frowning and rubbing Valen's back to try and get him to stop crying.
Ron winced at the dagger and stuffed it back inside his clothing, not seeming to know what else to do with it. He took a few steps back from the bed.
Valen cried a bit more but seemed to settle once the blade was gone and Harry was petting him. "We won't let the bad magic hurt you," Draco told the infant seriously.
"Never ever," Harry agreed, leaning forward and bending his neck to kiss Valen's forehead gently.
Valen sniffed a bit but settled down to gurgling at them.
Draco looked up at Ron. "He can feel magic the way I can," Draco said. "I would suggest you put that in my lab for now."
Remus was standing at the end of the bed. "What?" he asked.
Ron nodded to Draco and turned to do as he had said.
Harry stared up at Lupin. "We found the Horcrux," he said, figuring that was what the man was talking about.
"Yes, I see that. What do you mean about Valen though? Draco is a sensitive? And Valen too?" Remus asked.
"Oh," Harry said. He nodded. "Yes, both of them. I'd forgotten you didn't know."
"That's amazing," Remus said. "I've heard of them but I've never known anyone to admit it. It's a rare gift."
Draco nodded, still watching Valen. "Skipped a few generations in our line," Draco said. Then almost to Valen himself, "But we have it back, don't we?"
Harry smiled. "He has my power as well - whatever that is," he said. "Draco says he can feel it."
Draco nodded. "It's a kind of wild magic," he said. "Answers to will better than to command."
Harry shrugged and nodded.
"I would love to talk more with you about this at some point," Remus said, "but it's clear that you need rest right now."
Harry sighed and nodded thankfully.
Ron came back into the room then. "I hid it behind the potions on the back wall," he told Draco.
"Thank you," Draco said.
Ron and Hermione smiled and nodded and Harry nodded as well.
"Thanks isn't enough, but I don't know how else to put it. Thank you, thank you, thank you," he said, truly meaning it.
Ron rolled his eyes at him, shaking his head. "I'm the one that would be dead back there, Harry," he said, sounding amused. "Sometimes I wonder if you really know how much you do." He took Hermione's hand and, still shaking his head, exited the room. Remus followed the pair out.
Harry raised an eyebrow, staring after his friends.
Draco laid his silver hand on their baby's back and reached his right hand to cup Harry's cheek.
Relieved to be alone with Draco and Valen, Harry smiled. He closed his eyes and sighed at Draco's touch. "Here we go," he whispered to him.
"Yes?" Draco whispered.
Harry opened his mouth to explain further, but then closed it, not wanting to ruin this small peace with thoughts of Voldemort or even training. "Never mind," he said with a small sigh, leaning in to kiss Draco.
Draco kissed him back gently. Then pulled back enough to whisper against his lips. "Put Valen in his cot," he said. "He's asleep."
Harry brushed his lips lightly against Draco's for a moment but then sat up, smiling and taking Valen gently from Draco's chest. He got to his feet with the infant and walked over to his nearby cot to lay him inside it. He stared down at him for a moment, full to bursting with love for the little boy. Harry turned his head and smiled at Draco before padding back over to him, kicking off his own shoes and then bending to pull Draco's from his feet. He lay back down next to him, sighing again.
"I feel like I could sleep a week," Draco whispered. "How are you? I don't even know what happened after ...."
"I'm fine," Harry answered quietly. "To be honest, I'm not even sure what happened, but I'm okay. Just tired."
"Good," Draco said, rolling onto his side and putting his arm around Harry.
Harry kissed the bridge of Draco's nose and then closed his eyes. "Good," he echoed with a quiet yawn.