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You Can Run but not Hide	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3292 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: Here I am with the fourth chapter. Admittedly I'm not really that confident about the first part of this chapter, but well ... I hope it's not too bad *winces*
Thanks to the following reviewers: ANON; ANON; delia_cerrano; Jan
Warnings: dead body; mention of abortion; brief description of how someone died
I hope you'll like it!
Part 4
"Harry?" Draco approached him, wariness darkening his eyes. "What's wrong? You look a bit pale."
"You're home early," Harry stated monotone, deflecting the blond's concern. He felt strangely hollow and his hand crunched the pamphlets together; the hard ridges of the crumpled paper digging into his palm.
"Yes, we could wrap up the meeting sooner than expected," Draco answered slowly, coming to a halt a foot away from Harry. He furrowed his eyebrows; his grey eyes briefly resting on the crumpled pamphlets. "Did something happen today?"
"I went to see Teddy and Andromeda today," Harry began slowly, not sure how to start this particular conversation.
"I know, you said so this morning," the blond pointed out bemused. "But what does that have to do with - "
"She, eh, I've, I've not been feeling well lately," Harry said abruptly, feeling restless all of a sudden.
Draco's face darkened, but he remained silent while the dark haired man gathered his thoughts.
"I – threw up when I was there and she cast a diagnostic charm." Harry paused, bit his lower lip and then continued with a faltering voice, "I – I'm not sure how to say this."
"Harry, what was the result? Is it something bad?" Draco asked, reaching out with his hand.
"I'm pregnant," Harry blurted out and the blond stilled, his eyes widening a fraction while his hand froze in its trajectory to Harry's arm.
Silence hung heavily between them for a while.
Harry wrapped his arms around him and looked away, not able to keep on staring into intense silver eyes. "Healer Jasen came. Did the examination and came up with the same result." He took a shuddering breath, panic once more threatening to overwhelm him. "He – he said that it either happened because of a potion, which I didn't take, or because …" he trailed off, not sure whether he wanted to voice the second possibility aloud.
Not sure whether he wanted to hear the second possibility be confirmed. Because if it was true, then Draco …
"Or because what, Harry?" Draco asked, his voice oddly neutral.
"Or because my partner is a magical creature," Harry finished and his nails dug through his sweater into his skin; every muscle in his body tensing up. His mouth felt too dry as he continued, "And seeing as I didn't take a fertility potion … There's only one option left. So what have you been hiding from me?"
Draco flinched slightly, but he clenched his jaw; a familiar stubborn look filling his eyes. "I didn't really hide it from you," he started cautiously.
"But you didn't tell me about it either," Harry surprised himself by laughing coldly. He shook his head, taking a step back, feeling jittery. "What are you, Draco? And why the hell haven't you told me about it?"
If there was one thing Harry really couldn't stand it was dishonesty. He had been lied to a lot in his life and he really couldn't deal with having his own lover lie to him.
The blond looked resigned and his shoulders slumped a bit as he gave in, "I'm a Veela."
Green eyes blinked, caught off guard. "A Veela? But – I thought Veela were girls."
Draco threw him a reproachful look. "Really, Harry, just because the only Veela present at Hogwarts during our fourth year were girls doesn't mean that Veela can only be girls. The Veela are made up of various branches. I descend from a different branch than the ones of Beauxbatons."
"Okay, fine." Harry pursed his lips together, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that his boyfriend was a Veela. Although he probably could have guessed it on his own if he had time to really think about it. There was the bright blond hair that so many of the Veela girls of Beauxbatons had; the light coloured eyes; the sharp cheekbones; the unnatural grace … Draco's face had never transformed into something bird-like as far as Harry knew, but maybe that trait didn't manifest in every Veela. "So you're a Veela – why the hell didn't you tell me about this? Don't you think I have the right to know, considering you got me pregnant?!" That last comment was shouted as frustration suddenly burst out.
Here he was, carrying a child that would never have even existed if he had known from the beginning that getting knocked up was a possibility. If he had known, he could have taken precautions – there had to be some sort of anticonception spells specifically designed to prevent people from getting pregnant from magical creatures, right? Hermione would have found something, probably.
Oh Merlin. Hermione and Ron.
How the hell would they react if he told them the news? They already weren't Draco's biggest fans – this would just add fuel to the fire.
"I know I should have told you sooner, but …" Draco stopped and took a deep breath, staring down at the floor as if the answer was written there. "I didn't know how to, okay? People … They don't tend to react well to finding out their partner is a magical creature. Or well, maybe it's just because of my last name." He laughed bitterly and briefly, something black flickered behind his back.
Against his will, Harry found himself softening a bit and he sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "You should have – did you really think I would have reacted badly? I know what it is like to live with prejudice," he pointed out and dropped the pamphlets on the nearby small table, rubbing absentmindedly over the reddened flesh of his palm. "You should have been honest from the beginning and - "
"I didn't want to screw this up, all right?" Draco snapped and a light flush tainted his cheekbones. "It's – I've wanted you for so long and I just wanted you to see me like me, not like a Veela." He seemed to be struggling with something.
"I wouldn't have seen you as a Veela only," the dark haired wizard protested instantly.
"Maybe not," Draco admitted. "But you might have thought that – I don't know. That maybe I was only interested in you because of my magical being heritage."
"And are you?" Harry couldn't help but ask and felt guilty when silver grey eyes looked at him betrayed.
"Of course not! I'm not controlled by my heritage," Draco growled and this time his face became blurry for a few seconds, the image of a sharp beak flickering in and out of sight rapidly, before he took a deep breath and his face became normal again. "Look, I know I should have told you. I should have been honest, but … I'm sorry."
All the fight left Harry and he slumped against the wall, exhaustion crashing into him. "Okay, fine," he muttered wearily and rubbed over his forehead. "But this still means that we have a problem now."
A couple of questions were now answered, though. The black mass behind Draco's back that he had occasionally caught a glimpse of – those must have been his wings. Harry could have sworn that a Veela's wings were supposed to be white, but maybe each branch of the Veela had their own special colour. Even Draco's fussing when it concerned Harry's health took on a whole new meaning; from the limited reading Harry had done on Veela – and perhaps he should read more considering he was in love with one apparently – he knew that Veela tended to be quite protective of the ones they loved.
He still would like to know how exactly he had ended up pregnant; was it merely because of his exposure to Draco's magic or was it something else? Had Draco done something that had caused the change? He did say he wasn't controlled by the Veela part, but what if his Veela part had caused the change in Harry without the blond being conscious of it?
But if Draco had known – would it change anything? He still was pregnant, no matter how it had happened.
He had so many questions, but he didn't know where to start and at the moment he felt too tired to even contemplate them.
"Why a problem?" Draco asked and he sounded honestly confused.
Green eyes stared at him in disbelief. "Because I'm pregnant, Draco," Harry said slowly. "It's not like I was expecting this to happen! Even if I did know, I'm not sure whether we should -"
"Don't you want children, Harry?" Draco questioned and he suddenly looked rather vulnerable; his hands reaching out and settling on Harry's hips as the blond wizard removed the remaining space between them with a few quick steps.
"Of course I do, but Draco, we never discussed this. And when I imagined children, I didn't think I would be the one carrying them!" Harry retorted agitatedly; exhaustion and irritation were battling each other and a headache was slowly but surely growing. "We've only been together for a year – don't you think that's too soon? And what about my work? Draco, I can't - "
An odd crooning sound filled the air and unwillingly Harry relaxed as the thrills and soft hums made his nerves tingle; making him feel like he was sinking down in a bath with warm water.
"We've known each other for years, Harry," Draco murmured and the crooning sound was now nothing more than an undercurrent. "We can handle taking care of a baby."
"That's not the point," Harry retorted and bit his lip. He wanted to point out that for the majority of the time they knew each other they wanted to curse one another, but that was not the issue now. "We never discussed having children. I still have my job as an Auror and that's not exactly a safe job. Don't you think this is the wrong time to - "
"Would you be able to get rid of our baby?" Draco demanded and his eyes glowed fiercely. "Can you look me in the eye and tell me honestly that you're okay with taking a potion and aborting our child?"
Harry opened his mouth, but closed it again after a few seconds, resigned. Because the truth was: no, he wouldn't be able to do it. He didn't think he could drink a potion, get rid of the baby, without feeling remorse. Rationally, he knew this wasn't a good moment to keep the baby. The Aurors were being overwhelmed by new cases, old ones that kept dragging on as they couldn't find any new evidence; he and Draco had never discussed having children, hell, Harry hadn't even really considered the thought. They had only just started living together, trying to get used to having the other one constantly around.
Fuck, he hadn't even known it was possible for men to become pregnant and if he had to be honest, the thought of becoming a father, of carrying this baby and actually giving birth to it was daunting. But when he contemplated getting rid of it, forced himself to imagine going through with it, a part in him clenched with pain and he just knew he wouldn't be able to go through with it. Not without feeling guilty for the rest of his life and questioning whether he had made the right choice. It would haunt him for the rest of his life, have him wonder how the baby would have looked like.
Fuck.
"No, I can't," Harry admitted quietly and looked away, starting when hands clamped down tighter around his hips. Surprised he looked up and his breath caught when he stared straight into brightly glittering silver.
"It's going to be okay," Draco swore and when he kissed Harry, the dark haired wizard was overwhelmed by the passion and love he could feel the blond pouring into their kiss. "We're going to keep the baby and we're going to be great parents."
Several more kisses were pressed against his mouth, his cheeks, his chin, the tip of his nose, his forehead … while hands slipped underneath his sweater, caressed his belly reverently.
"It's going to be okay, I promise," Draco murmured in his ear and Harry closed his eyes, willing himself to believe his lover.
Now that they knew why Harry was nauseous so often, Draco had immediately prepared a concoction that would keep the nausea at bay. Harry had been sceptic about it, having tried various potions before with no success, but he was pleasantly surprised when the nausea did disappear after he drank the unknown potion.
Not being nauseous for the entire day gave him some energy back and that made it easier to come to terms with the fact that he was going to become a parent in less than seven months.
Once the shock of being told he was pregnant had worn off, he and Draco had sat down and discussed what they would do now. Obviously Harry would no longer be able to take on actual field missions. One well-placed curse could mean the end of the pregnancy and that was something they both really wanted to avoid.
So desk work it would be then. Harry wasn't looking forward to being bound to a desk for months, but if the alternative was his baby getting hurt … Well, the decision was easily made.
Draco also informed him how Harry had actually managed to end up pregnant.
"So I was overexposed to your magic," Harry repeated slowly, bemused.
Draco visibly hesitated. "Not exactly," he admitted and sighed, clasping his hands together as he leant slightly forwards. "My magic did help create the necessary items together with yours, but that only happened because I … because you're my mate."
"Your mate. Like some kind of soulmate?" Harry questioned and he wasn't sure what to think of that. On the one hand, it was a nice thought, even romantic, to know that there was one person who was made for him, who was destined for him. On the other hand, he had more than enough of prophecies and how they could fuck up lives and he couldn't say that he liked the thought of not being able to choose who he fell in love with.
"I know what you're thinking," Draco interrupted his thoughts and he sounded wearily amused. "Yes, you can compare it to being soulmates, but it's not like we didn't have a choice. If you hadn't been interested in me, I would have got over it and found someone else to share my life with. But because I consider you my mate, my magic got a bit overexcited."
"But couldn't you have warned me about this?" Harry asked and a spark of annoyance flared up. "Clearly you knew what would happen if you considered me to be your mate, so why didn't you - "
"It's not completely my fault that you're pregnant now," Draco cut him off with a drawl. "The desire to form a family has to come from both partners. So darling, it looks like you wanted a child more than you thought," he smirked, putting emphasis on the pet name.
The dark haired wizard spluttered a bit, but couldn't really think of a protest and he felt his cheeks heating up a bit. So maybe the desire to have a family had been present in the back of his mind for as long as he could remember, but that that buried desire had been big enough for the magic to work with …
A surprised sound escaped his mouth when Draco swiftly pressed their lips together in a soft kiss, one arm slipping around Harry's waist.
"There's no shame in wanting to have a family," Draco murmured, fingers tracing over Harry's spine. "We're going to be fine."
"Keep those words in mind when we tell your mother and my friends," Harry huffed, but couldn't supress a smile when Draco chuckled; his warm breath tickling Harry's neck.
They spent the rest of the weekend curled up around each other, discussing the baby and the Healers they could go to and by the time darkness descended outside and they went to sleep, excitement fluttered in his stomach and a silly smile stayed plastered on his face as he placed his hand on his stomach, another hand joining his on top.
Despite the initial shock, he was starting to look forward to becoming a father soon. Forming a family with Draco … He couldn't wait.
"Mister Potter, can I speak with you privately for a moment?" Sebastian Hales asked with a polite, but apologetic smile.
As soon as Hermione had calmed down after hearing that her best friend was pregnant, she had immediately compiled a list of Healers who were the best at dealing with male pregnancies. Sebastian Hales had been at the top of her list and Harry and Draco had decided to give him a chance. The greying man had welcomed them cordially and the twinkle in his dark brown eyes had reminded Harry of Dumbledore.
After asking some general questions, Hales had examined Harry and had cheerfully pronounced him healthy, the baby growing as it should. That had been a great relief to Harry, because he had feared that something might have been wrong with the baby; aside from not having had a healthy childhood – till this day Molly was still fussing over him, making sure he ate enough – he had gone on several dangerous missions these past few months when he had already been carrying a child and those missions could have posed a risk.
Harry shared a befuddled look with Draco and the blond narrowed his eyes slightly before he inclined his head.
"I'll see you outside," Draco murmured and gave Harry's left hand a quick squeeze. He offered the Healer a polite nod before he left the room and closed the door behind him.
"Is there something else you need to know for my file?" Harry asked confused. He had assumed that Hales had all the information he needed for his medical file.
"Judging by your explanation, you had no clue that a pregnancy was possible, correct?" Hales inquired, folding his hands on top of Harry's file.
Harry shrugged, offering an embarrassed smile. "No, but I assume there are more things in the Wizarding world that I don't know about. Growing up with my Muggle family didn't really give me a lot of opportunities to learn everything about this world."
Maybe he should start learning more about the wizarding culture; who knew what kind of surprises were still out there?
Hales hummed thoughtfully. "But you have decided to keep it."
There was something in the older man's voice that made Harry frown and unease settled in him. "Yes, Draco and I talked about it and we agreed to keep the baby." He drummed his fingertips on the armchair; his smile turning hesitant, unsure. "Why?"
"It's not my business, but …" Hales hesitated, but continued gravely, "Are you sure you want to keep the baby?"
Harry stiffened; his fingers frozen on the armchair. "Yes, I'm sure. Why wouldn't I be?" he asked coolly, already disliking the direction this conversation had taken.
"The Wizarding community prefers to keep to themselves," Hales answered stiffly; the twinkle in his eyes completely gone. "Wizard and witches – they'd rather not carry the children of magical creatures. If they do wind up pregnant, they choose to terminate in order not to – dilute the bloodline, so to speak."
"Well, it's a good thing that I don't care about diluting my bloodline then," Harry said icily and rose from his chair, hot anger making his wand spark in reply. "Thank you for your time, Healer Hales, but you can remove me from your patient list."
"Mister Potter, let's not be hasty." Hales looked a bit pale as he shot up from his seat. "I'm just saying what others - "
"I didn't fight in the war for discrimination to keep existing," Harry spat and left before his anger would get the overhand. The urge to curse the Healer was strong, but he held back, not wanting to deal with the outcome of that.
Draco looked up surprised when Harry stormed out of the room. He quickly stood up, concern flitting over his face when he noticed the furious look on his lover's face. "What happened?" he asked in a low voice, hand reaching out to touch Harry's wrist.
"Let's go home. We're going to search another Healer," Harry murmured, taking a deep breath.
"Why? What did he say?" Draco questioned, but followed Harry down the hallway.
Harry snorted harshly, jabbing quickly down on the button of the elevator. "He basically told me that it would be better to get rid of the baby, because you're part Veela and not just a wizard. Fucking blood purity and all that crap."
Draco's snarl made a nearby Mediwitch scuttle away in fear, clutching a clipboard to her chest. "Who does he think he is?" His nails were visibly getting longer as he snatched his wand out of his pocket. "I'm going to - "
Harry grabbed his arm and practically dragged the blond into the elevator when the doors slid open. "Trust me, we'd only get in trouble and I'm not in the mood to deal with that," he said curtly, but the desire to curse the Healer for daring to suggest an abortion kept brimming right underneath his skin. He usually wasn't so quick to react with a curse, but hearing the Healer so callously talking about his baby, making it sound like his baby wasn't good enough because its other father was part Veela … It made him furious.
He had hoped that the war would have made people realise that being prejudiced would lead to nothing but pain and misery, but clearly he had been too optimistic.
"He's going to regret talking like that about our baby," Draco swore darkly, but the sharp nails disappeared and he wrapped his arms around Harry's back, ignoring how the only other occupant of the elevator – a wide eyed boy – stared at them baffled.
Harry sighed, but relaxed a bit in Draco's hold; anger leaking out as comfort of the warm embrace seeped into him.
They would find another Healer, one who wouldn't be prejudiced against either Draco or the baby he was carrying. There had to be at least one person on Hermione's list who could actually be decent, right?
Two weeks after the meeting with Hales – which still left a sour taste in Harry's mouth whenever he thought about it – Harry and Ron were called up to go to a house in a quiet neighbourhood in Balham where someone had alerted the Aurors of a dead body.
The coroner was already there by the time the two Aurors arrived, kneeling next to the body, which laid at the foot of the staircase.
"You're sure you're feeling fine?" Ron asked; his face doing that complicated dance where he was torn between being weirded out and concerned – a look he now carried whenever he referred to the pregnancy. All in all, he had reacted quite well when Harry told him about the baby; sure, his face had become as red as a cooked lobster, but the shouting had been kept to a minimum and he had been rather supportive.
"Yes, I'm fine." Harry rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "I've been taking the potions Draco made for me."
Ron still didn't look convinced. "Maybe you should - "
"Who is the victim?" Harry asked, raising his voice to attract the attention of Jonathan Greenwock.
The coroner looked up, offering a distracted smile. He lowered his wand and rose up from his knelt position. "A Healer in Saint Mungos. Sebastian Hales. He was found by his sister. Sarah is talking to her at the moment."
Harry froze; heart quickening. When he looked down, he was met with the sight of Hales dressed in a grey robe and dark blue pyjama trousers, his limbs askew; dark brown eyes stared lifelessly up at the ceiling. Several shards of glass glinted in the faint morning light next to his left hand; some amber coloured liquid darkening the carpet. The smell of liquor filled the air with a sharp sweet scent.
He was dead. Hales was dead. Harry had only talked to him two weeks ago, so how …
"Is it murder or an accident?" Ron inquired, frowning as he studied the body.
"I haven't finished my examination yet, but he broke his neck – which I assume happened when he fell down the stairs – and judging by the various empty bottles we found in his study, he was quite drunk," Greenwock explained and pursed his lips together, tapping his wand against his thigh. "Nothing suggests murder, though. Sarah told me there were no signs of forced entry and she couldn't detect any dark magic either. I'll have to examine him further at the Ministry, but as far as I'm concerned this was an unfortunate accident."
"So what?" Ron furrowed his eyebrows. "Hales got drunk, stumbled around and fell down the stairs, then? Why didn't he use a Sober Up potion or a spell or so?"
"If he really drank all those bottles at once, I imagine he had a hard time thinking clearly, let alone have the presence of mind to use a spell or drink a potion," Greenwock retorted dryly and shook his head. "Sorry that they made you two come out here for this, but this was just an accident. A very unfortunate one, but still an accident."
"Will you send us your report once you're finished?" Harry asked, finally tearing his gaze off Hales. It was quite – disconcerting to see the man dead when he had argued with the older man barely two weeks ago. His hand drifted down on its own accord, but he snatched it away and stuffed it in his pocket before he could place it on his stomach.
Kingsley and Ron were the only ones at the Ministry who knew he was pregnant and he was going to keep it that way. No need to attract unnecessary attention.
"Naturally." Greenwock nodded and then returned his attention to the dead Healer, murmuring spells that made the body glow a soft white.
"Well, our work here is done for the time being then, I guess," Ron sighed and jerked his head to the front door. "Let's go, Harry. We might as well tackle that paper mountain in our office now that we don't have a real case."
Harry smiled weakly and after casting one last troubled look at Hales, he followed his best friend out of the house. He supposed he should be glad that for once it wasn't a murder case, but …
The hairs in the back of his neck rose up and his muscles tensed up in response to the sensation of being watched. Casting the Mirror spell surreptitiously, he used a puddle of water at his right to check who was watching him.
There was nobody.
Only a raven that let out a shrill screech and flew out of a tree, disappearing out of sight.
AN2: This story is taking on a life of its own *blinks* We're nearing the ending for real this time. Only one or two chapters left normally.
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See you all in the next chapter!
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