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Will you be my daddy?	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 75784 -:- Recommendations : 10 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Chapter List
- 41
- 42
- 43
Author's note: Almost at the finish ...

Thanks to the following reviewers: Madamdragon; Claudia; unneeded; Anon (LOL First time I hear that suggestion); leahsydney (thank you >////>); aww

Warnings: a lot of drama and angst; violence; the revealing of the killer's identity and probably an OOC Harry but let's just blame it on the emotional situation and the hormones ^^;

I hope you'll like it!

Chapter 42

"How could this have happened? I sent him to his room." Harry murmured; eyes glazed over with tears and he was shaking all over.

Draco looked away, knowing that the mention of the letter would set off his lover again. He was already stressed out enough; the knowledge of Teddy's letter would add more stress which would bring Harry and the baby in danger. But if he didn't tell him about the letter, he would assume the killer had been in the manor, which would also add stress. Which option he chose, Harry would always stress out again.

Unbeknownst to Draco, who was struggling with his internal battle, Harry had taken notice of a crumpled up ball of paper on the floor and he reached out to grab it. His eyes grew wide when he read the letter and he started to tremble violently.

"My son ran away?" He shrieked in shock and struggled in Draco's hold.

Draco cursed violently and he tightened his hold on his lover. "Calm down!"

"Calm down, calm down? My son ran away and has been kidnapped and you tell me to calm down?" Harry snapped incredulously. "Let me go! I'm going to search him; I'm going to murder that son of a bitch!"

Not knowing any other way of calming him down, Draco placed his hand flat on Harry's forehead and murmured a sleeping charm. That would knock him out for at least an hour.

Harry stared at him in shock when a wave of sleepiness hit him hard. He struggled to keep his eyes open. "What did you do?" His speech already began to slur and he fell forward, right in Draco's open arms.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but I can't risk losing the baby too." Draco replied with a pained face. "You need to calm down so I put a sleeping charm on you. I'm really sorry, but you gave me no other choice."

"You asshole." Harry managed to whisper before his eyes fell shut and his body relaxed.

Draco sighed and carefully picked him up bridal style and placed him on the couch. Even in his sleep Harry was frowning and Draco didn't doubt for one second that Harry would be furious with him when he woke up again.

He swallowed and took a deep breath. He needed to call Severus so that he could check on Harry because he really didn't have a clue as to how he was supposed to contact Lovegood and he needed to alert the Aurors.

"God damn it." He hissed underneath his breath and walked briskly over to his office so that he could make the much needed Floo calls.

"And?" Draco asked impatiently five minutes later when Severus leant back with a frown.

The Aurors were coming through in two minutes because they were assembling a team with the best Aurors they had. The only reason Draco had managed to get the best team was because it was Harry's godson who had disappeared and most in the department were still loyal to Harry, even if Kingsley wasn't particular happy with him at the moment.

Severus sighed. "No need to fret." He murmured and pocketed his wand, standing up. "There is nothing wrong with either Potter or the child. His blood pressure has heightened slightly, but considering what happened today, it was to be expected. But neither of them is in danger."

Draco sighed relieved and fell down on the couch. At least that was one worry less. Now he had to make sure he got Teddy back. He glared at the marble floor; when he got his hands on the kidnapper, he would murder him in cold blood. Screw the fact that the Malfoy name wasn't in good grace now – nobody hurt his family and got away with it.

"Try to keep Potter as calm as possible." Severus instructed and casted a wary glance at the grandfather's clock. He knew he hadn't much time left before the Aurors would come through. He needed to make an escape before he would get thrown in Azkaban. He had much rather wanted to help his godson with finding that little brat – and would have found pleasure in introducing the kidnapper to his own arsenal of curses – but as things stood now, he would only bring more trouble if the Aurors found him. Maybe he could find something in his books at home and send a message to Draco, but if he was in Azkaban, he would be of no help at all.

He walked briskly over to the door. "And for the love of Merlin, keep him inside." He insisted.

"What?" Draco asked confused, looking up.

"Don't tell me you have forgotten his hero complex, Dragon." Severus glared. "If you don't watch out, you will have to look for Potter too and in his condition, it could be fatal if he went up against that kidnapper."

"Did you really think I was going to let him go out to meet that asshole?" Draco narrowed his eyes, balling his fists.

"No, Dragon, but Potter might since it's his family that got kidnapped. He didn't stay in Hogwarts when he thought his godfather was held prison and he will surely try to find Teddy once he wakes up. Make sure he stays put. For all I care, you put him in a body bind spell." Severus replied harshly and slipped away when he heard the tell tale sound of Flooing.

One minute later, five Aurors stepped inside the parlour and in the mix of questioning Draco and reading the two letters, nobody heard the sound of Flooing which marked the disappearance of Severus.

When Harry woke up, he felt extremely groggy and confused. He was staring at the white ceiling and he was lying on the couch in the parlour. What had happened? Had he fallen asleep again? Carefully he sat up and looked around. He was alone in the room, but he could hear voices talking softly in the adjoined room. He stiffened when he recognized the voice of Thomas Leroy; an Auror he had worked with on some cases. What was he doing here?

Suddenly an onslaught of memories flooded through his brain and he gasped softly when he remembered Teddy screaming at him, reading the letter that his son left behind and receiving the note that the kidnapper sent him.

He felt his throat constrict and the urge to scream bubbled up again. His head fell forward in his hands and he took deep breaths to calm himself. It wouldn't do to have a panic attack now. He needed to be calm and have a rational mind so that he could figure out a way to get Teddy back. Once he had his son back, he would talk with him and hopefully he would manage to repair their relationship again. Harry winced and took a shuddering breath before standing up, swaying a bit. He stood still until the black spots dancing in front of his eyes had disappeared and slowly made his way to the living room where he had heard the voices.

Thomas was sitting on the couch, looking at the two notes with a dark haired woman besides him, conversing softly with each other. Harry vaguely remembered that she was called Elisabeth Downsen. She had started two years after him; he had never worked together with her on a case, but he had heard that she was a pro in solving kidnapping cases.

He didn't know the names of the three other Aurors, but he recognized them as the ones who had started just a few months after him.

Draco was the first one who noticed him standing in the doorway and Harry saw a wince pass on his face.

Good, he thought angrily. He should feel wary. That's the last time he uses a spell on me.

"Harry, how are you feeling?" He asked worriedly and hurried over to him.

The Aurors glanced quickly at Harry and nodded at him in greeting, their eyes only looking at his bulging stomach for a few seconds before turning back to their tasks.

"I'm pissed off that you dared to use that spell on me." Harry hissed, but was careful to keep his voice down. "If you ever try to sedate me like that again, I'll make your life a hell, understood?"

Draco gulped, but didn't back down. "Harry, you have to understand why I had to sedate you." He replied hastily. "I didn't want the stress to hurt you or our baby. Teddy needs you to be calm and if I hadn't used that sleeping charm on you, you would have never calmed down."

Harry took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just don't do it again." He sighed, his eyes closed. "I don't like it when someone forces me to do something."

"I'm sorry, Harry." Draco whispered and thought it safely enough to wrap his arms around his lover. Harry tensed, but didn't push him away. "I won't use a spell against you without you knowing why. I just wanted you to calm down."

"Fine, fine." Harry murmured and then sighed, stepping out of Draco's hold. "Where is Scorpius?" He asked, finding it weird that the young boy hadn't come downstairs yet.

"Severus took him with him for now." Draco murmured in his ear and casted a wary glance at the Aurors. "Scorpius doesn't know what happened yet and I don't want him to be panicking and worrying."

Harry nodded in understanding.

"Good afternoon, Harry." Thomas nodded, his brown eyes looking at him sharply.

Carefully Harry sat down on the couch near the fireplace, hiding a grimace when his baby kicked against his rib. "Hello Thomas. Do you think you can get a magical signature of that letter?" He asked, slipping back in his Auror mode. It was much easier to treat this as a case for the moment, instead of the fact that it was his son being taken away from him. If he thought about that, he would start panicking again and that wasn't something he needed now. But he would do everything in his power to have his son back. He would make that kidnapper rue the day that he chose to kidnap his son.

Thomas sighed and ranked a hand through his brown hair. "No." He furrowed his eyebrows. "Whoever is behind this is either incredibly smart or had at least the sense to study the books covering the subjects of hiding your magical signature. I can't even feel one little trace of the signature." He replied annoyed.

"Mister Potter, has the kidnapper sent anything besides this note?" Elisabeth asked, her purple painted nails flashing in the sunlight when she put the note back down on the table.

Harry frowned and bit his lip, trying to remember if the kidnapper had indeed sent him something earlier than today. He was vaguely aware of Draco seating himself next to him and the moment their thighs touched, he suddenly remembered the note he had gotten on the day of the memorial. The note he had promptly forgotten about when Draco had seduced him and hadn't thought again of it afterwards.

"Shit." He breathed and yanked at his hair in frustration.

"Harry?" Draco asked worried and gently untangled his hand from his hair, keeping it between his own clasped ones.

"The kidnapper did send me a note." He sighed and his eyes turned troubled with guilt. "It was at the day of the memorial."

"What!" Draco asked sharply. "Why haven't you told me of that note?"

"Because when I was planning to tell you, you came in and distracted me, remember?" Harry snapped and with his free hand rubbed his forehead.

"How could you have forgotten about that note?" Draco asked frustrated; both angry at himself and at Harry. If he hadn't convinced Harry to have sex with him, he would have found out about the note and maybe, maybe they could have avoided this all. But how could Harry have forgotten about such an important thing?

"I don't know, okay?" Harry bit back annoyed, mentally beating himself up for his dire mistake. "I don't know why I forgot it; it must have left my sight."

Thomas cleared his throat and looked at them sharply. "How you were able to forget that note, doesn't matter now. What was in the note?"

"Eh," Harry stared at the ceiling, trying very hard to remember everything written in the note. "He was babbling about the fact that I look good pregnant," he shifted uneasily and he saw Draco's face darkening, "and he said that I had to enjoy the time I had left with my family." His hands balled in fists, turning his knuckles white and anger coursed through his veins like fire.

"Did you see someone suspicious at the memorial?" Elisabeth prodded gently.

Both Harry and Draco shook their heads.

"Well, I think we can assume that the kidnapper will contact Mister Potter again soon." An Auror with dark brown hair that already started to grey spoke up. "He wants to play a game; it's stated in the note. I'm afraid that all we can do for now is wait until the kidnapper starts his so-called game."

Draco's face tightened and his whole body tensed up, but he remained seated, knowing that there really wasn't anything he could do now except comforting his distressed lover, whose face had darkened at the mention of waiting.

When Draco's arms came around him, Harry willingly let his head fall on the strong shoulder, burying his face in the warm fabric of the white shirt Draco wore. He could only pray that everything would turn out to be okay. He didn't think he would be able to stand the thought that Teddy had died. He loved that boy like he was his biological son and there was no way he would lose him.

It turned out that they didn't have to wait that long. Only half an hour after they had made the decision to wait, a second note appeared, delivered by a brown owl. Before either of them could catch the owl, the owl had flown away, dropping the folded note on the windowsill.

With trepidation Harry opened the note.

'You have a real stubborn son, Mister Potter. I can't decide whether that the stubbornness is integrated in his genes or that it is your influence. Either way, I had a tough time getting some answers out of him. I had to resort to some spells, but don't fret: your adorable son isn't harmed – much. After all, he would prove to be bad bait if he was harmed, now would he?

As I stated before, it's my wish to meet you again, Mister Potter. And the moment has finally arrived. In one hour, I'll send you the name of the place where I want to meet you. You have to come alone: no Malfoy, no Aurors. Just you. If I pick up someone else's presence – and don't doubt that I wouldn't be able to – your son pays the price.

I'll see you in a few hours.

Your Admirer'

If he hurts Teddy, I'm going to kill him, Harry thought viciously, his hands crumpling up the paper in fury. It had been a long time ago since he had felt this furious – actually, the only times he could remember being this furious was when Sirius had died and when the day came he had to confront Voldemort. But this person had gone too far. He could put up with being attacked, could put up with having to watch how the victims had died before he had been able to offer the cure, but if there was one thing he couldn't put up with, it was when someone attacked his family. He would make him pay dearly. He would make that man wish he had never been born.

"That fucking son of a bitch!" Harry hissed, his emerald green eyes burning with fire. The note was taken from his hands and he heard Draco hissing behind him.

"At least we know now he's planning on meeting you today." Thomas sighed, rubbing his forehead. "He says he'll send the name of the place in one hour, so we still have time to go to the Ministry and get a Polyjuice potion."

Harry whirled around and stared at Thomas incredulously. "What do you mean: 'Polyjuice potion'?" He narrowed his eyes. "Why would we need Polyjuice potion?"

"Because one of us is going to change into you to meet the kidnapper." Thomas answered slowly, frowning.

"No, I'm going to meet the kidnapper. He stated quite clearly that he only wants to meet me." Harry insisted. "For all we know, he has something in his possession that will let him know that the person meeting him isn't the real me. I won't risk Teddy."

"Harry, be reasonable." Draco argued, his grey eyes glinting. "You can't possible think of going out to meet that insane bastard when you're seven months pregnant!"

"I'm fit enough to make sure that asshole will pay!" Harry hissed, venom leaking through his voice.

"You won't go out to meet him and that's final." Draco snarled and his muscles tensed up and he could feel the adrenaline coursing through his body. He wouldn't let Harry go outside in his condition; Harry would be too weak to defend himself and not only would he lose Harry and Teddy, but his baby too. He wouldn't be able to bear the thought that he had lost three of his most precious people, because he had let his lover go to the kidnapper.

"You can't hold me here against my will!" Harry snapped back and took a few steps towards Draco.

"Please calm down, Mister Potter." Elisabeth pleaded and looked between the lovers nervously, her hands wringing her robes together.

"The hell I can't!" Draco growled. "If it takes putting you in a body bind to keep you here, I'll do it! There's no way I'm letting you out now!"

"You unbelievable bastard!" Harry snarled and felt his magic rising up. Before his magic could reach out and attack someone, he stormed out of the room, up to his bedroom, slamming the door shut. He fell down on the bed and grabbed a pillow, burying his head into it and screamed as loud as he could, only stopping when his throat began to feel raw.

Draco ranked a hand through his hair in frustration, yanking at some strands. "Fuck." He muttered and closed his eyes for a few seconds.

"Mister Malfoy?" Another Auror with short dark red hair stepped forwards.

"Yes?" Draco took a deep breath. He was upset that Harry was so angry with him now, but he would talk to him later. Harry just had to realize that he didn't have to be the hero every time something happened.

"Are you okay with the use of the Polyjuice potion?"

"Yes, of course." Draco raised an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, we need some hair of Mister Potter to use the potion." The red haired Auror replied, crossing his arms.

"Don't worry about it; I'm sure there is some hair on the couch where he slept for a few hours today." Draco replied, massaging his temples. Damn it, he could feel a headache coming up.

"Good, Elisabeth and Will will get a bottle of Polyjuice now." Thomas nodded and Elisabeth and the red haired wizard nodded back before slipping out of the room, to Floo back to the Ministry.

"Don't worry, Mister Malfoy." Thomas spoke in a soothing voice when Draco sank down on the couch again with a pained face. He knew his mask was slipping away and had he been in the presence of other purebloods, it could have proven to be fatal to let his mask slip away like that, but at the moment he didn't care. It wasn't as if the Aurors would use it against him. "We'll make sure that young Teddy will return safely to you."

Draco nodded and closed his eyes. He could only hope that Thomas was right.

Harry was sitting on his desk, leaning against the window, his legs propped up as far as he could with his stomach. His arms were wrapped around his knees and his head was leaning against the cool window. His eyes were staring vacantly out of the window. Tears had dried up on his cheeks and his throat protested every time he swallowed. He wanted a glass of water now, but he didn't want to get up to get it nor did he want to call a house elf.

He sighed and closed his eyes. The anger had faded until it was like a soft burning glow in his stomach, ready to burst into flames again at any moment.

How could Draco expect him to stay inside while Teddy's life was at stake? The kidnapper had been smart enough to capture him and smart and quick enough to give him a note without him noticing it – who said he wouldn't be able to figure out that the Harry that was going to meet him would be a fake one? He didn't want to imagine what the kidnapper would do to Teddy if he found out about the fake Harry.

Harry swallowed, wincing when his raw throat protested against the movement and slowly sat up, letting his legs dangle from the desk. He needed to figure out a way he could go to the kidnapper without Draco knowing it. Maybe he could use his Invisibility Cloak and trail after the one who would use the Polyjuice Potion? Whatever he would do, he would have to find a way soon, because the hour the kidnapper had given him was almost up.

He was startled out of his thoughts when a sharp tick landed on his window. He whipped his head around and stared at the same brown owl that had delivered the notes to him earlier. Taking a deep breath, he opened the window and accepted the note with trembling hands. The owl looked at him for a few seconds with a solemn gaze before he flew away again, hooting softly.

Harry closed his eyes for a moment to compose himself and then, with a heavy feeling in his stomach, he opened the note.

'Because I have a feeling that Malfoy will do anything to keep you from meeting me and you being as stubborn as in your school years, I presume that you are somewhere alone in the manor. Your lover is a fool to think that he can intercept the messages meant for you only. The owl will only come to you, but that doesn't matter now.

You have half an hour to get to the place where you and your son had a bonding moment weeks ago. It's really a shame that you didn't go on a walk with him today – maybe then you could have prevented all this. Alas, it only worked out in my favour.

Half an hour, Potter. I'll be counting.

Your Admirer'

Harry grounded his teeth after he had finished reading the letter and the note was thrown on the desk in disgust.

He had half an hour to reach the open space in the park and hopefully find a way to rescue Teddy. He nodded to himself and stood up, grabbing his wand from the desk. He could do this. He had survived Voldemort's attacks multiple times – if he could do that, he could bring his son back.

Taking a deep breath, he casted a Disillusionment charm over him and softly walked out of his room and down the stairs. He halted right in front of the half closed door leading to the living room where he could hear murmurs of the Aurors and after making sure there was nothing on the floor that he could step on and create noise to alert Draco, he quickly walked over to the front door, opening it carefully and closing it slowly behind him. When he was outside, he let out the breath he had been unconsciously holding in.

All right, he had succeeded in escaping the Manor. All he had to do now was making sure he was on time at the open space.

After making sure the Disillusionment charm was still in place, he walked down the path, out the wards and on the path leading to the park.

I'm sorry, Draco, he thought and his hand clenched around his wand. But I can't risk Teddy's life, just to save mine.

He was out of breath by the time he had reached the open space in the park. He placed a hand on his back and winced when his baby kicked again. It was as if his son knew that something was going on and he expressed his feelings of anxiety by kicking the hell out of his kidneys and ribs.

Harry looked up to the sky that had been darkening a bit. Dark clouds had started to slowly gather above him, the sun making feeble attempts to push the clouds away. It seemed that a storm was coming up.

A few minutes later he stood in the middle of the open space, carefully looking around him, his whole body tense in preparation to attack. The air around him was buzzing with the summer's heat and the upcoming storm. Leaves were rustling and somewhere in the distance he could hear birds chirping.

He whipped around and held his wand out in front of him when the sound of branches being pushed aside were heard behind him.

A dark figure, hidden in a cloak came forwards, holding something huddled in his arms. The person bent down and placed the bundle down and Harry gasped when the hood of the cloak fell off and revealed Teddy's tearstained face. His brown eyes were were looking at him in panic and fear and his shoulders were trembling with his suppressed sobs.

"Teddy!" He took a step forwards but was forced to stop when a wand was pointed at Teddy's throat.

"One step closer, Mister Potter and your son pays the price." The man told him coldly.

Harry looked at him furiously. "You god damned son of a bitch!" He hissed and his wand responded to his anger with red sparks. "Let Teddy go! I came here alone, just like you asked, so just do what you want with me and let Teddy go!"

"My, my, ever the sacrificing martyr." The man mocked him. "It really shouldn't surprise me."

"Just let him go." Harry repeated coldly.

"Ah, well you see, I can't do that." The man told him almost cheerfully. "You see, years ago I made a promise to myself that I would make you suffer like you made me suffer. It took me a while to get there, but here we are."

"Who are you?" Harry swallowed the lump of fear in his throat. It wouldn't do to panic now; he had to keep a clear mind if he wanted to get away with Teddy.

"Have you honestly forgotten me, Potter? I'm appalled." The man told him sighing. A hand came up and tugged the hood off, revealing dirty blond hair and a very familiar face.

Harry stared at him in shock. This couldn't be true. He was just seeing things. There was no way that he was the one who had poisoned all those people, who had kidnapped him and injected a pregnancy potion in him, who had kidnapped Teddy and was holding him now at wand point. This had to be some sick joke.

"And Potter, do you finally remember me now?" Dennis Creevey asked him with cold hate filled eyes.

"Dennis?" Harry said aghastly. "That, this is not possible. Are you …? Why would you …"

"Why would I poison all those people, make sure you got pregnant and kidnap your son?" Dennis laughed harshly. "To get my revenge on you, of course!"

"Revenge? For what?" Harry whispered, his mind still reeling with shock at seeing Dennis in front of him. Never in a million years had he expected Dennis to be the one who was the killer and the kidnapper. What had happened to the cheerful little boy that had adored him in Hogwarts?

Dennis' wand pressed harder against Teddy's neck and Harry hissed warningly. "It's your fault that my brother died." Dennis hissed, his eyes burning with hate now, his mouth turning in a sneer.

"What, Colin?" Harry asked confused. "Why would it be my fault …"

Dennis cut him off. "Because he wanted to impress you, he made sure he could be at the final fight too! He went there and fought with Death Eaters and got killed because he wanted to impress you!" He took a deep breath and tears glistened in his eyes. "If you had killed You-Know-Who sooner, my brother would still be alive!"

"Dennis, there was no way I could have killed Voldemort sooner." Harry started, but felt guilt churning in his stomach. How many times had he wished he had killed Voldemort sooner? If he had been able too, more people would have survived – Teddy might still have his parents then.

"Yes well, you could have tried." Dennis snapped. "Do you know that he adored you? He was talking all the time about how wonderful and smart you were and how he was able to feel safe in the school because he knew you would defend everyone. He wanted nothing more than to be your friend and instead of accepting his friendship, you pushed him away like he was an irritating fly. His need to impress you and win your approval has cost him his life!"

"I'm sorry, Dennis." Harry murmured, biting his lip, a few tears leaking out of his own eyes. "I wished I could have killed Voldemort sooner and I'm sorry that your brother died. He was a good friend."

"Bullshit!" Dennis suddenly shouted. "You could have cared less if he gotten himself killed or not! You never took the time to visit his grave while you did have the time to visit those of other Gryffindors! You never even sent your condolences while you fucking knew he had died! There was a list of the deaths in every fucking newspaper and I saw you reading those fucking newspapers! So don't give me that shit about you being sorry!"

"I really didn't mean to let you feel as if your brother's death didn't bother me." Harry took a pleading tone in his voice. "I was devastated by every death that I heard and I wished I could have visited every grave, really! Please, I'm sorry."

Dennis started to laugh coldly. "I wonder how many people have heard you begging." He smirked. "But I'm going to make you pay. I'm going to hurt you just as much as you hurt me. I finally got you where I wanted to have you, Potter. After all those months of playing cat and mouse with the Aurors, I'm finally going to have my revenge now."

"What are you doing?" Harry asked fearfully when Dennis pulled Teddy up harshly and held him in front of his body, his wand now digging in Teddy's chest.

"You never had any siblings, so I can't kill them to revenge my own brother, but I can take your children away." Dennis smiled cruelly. "There is a reason why I injected that pregnancy potion in you."

Before Harry could conjure up a shield, roped had bounded his hands behind his back and his legs together, forcing him to stand still if he didn't want to risk falling on his stomach. A cloth was gagging him and his eyes started to tear up.

"You see, the more children you lose, the more devastated you'll be." Dennis started to explain softly, his eyes never leaving Harry's face. "I know that you had a children wish, so I just had to wait for the right moment until you finally made children. Of course that never happened when you were together with the Weasley chick and after years of you seeing alone, I thought I would just had to content myself with killing your godson. And then you got together with Malfoy." He stopped and laughed softly, shaking his head.

"Imagine my surprise when I found out that you liked to take it up the arse. And Malfoy nonetheless! So I decided that you should have a child of your own. I knew it would hurt you more if you lost your biological child. So it's all very easy, Potter. I'm going to use some very nifty curses on your godson that will leave him screaming like a baby and then when I get tired of it, I'll kill him. Right in front of your eyes. And you won't be able to do anything to stop me." He smiled even more cruelly. "I wonder how long it will take before the shock takes over your body and forces your body into a miscarriage. I bet it won't take long considering it's a male pregnancy after all. And we all know how delicate those are. I think you won't even last until the death of this boy." He giggled and he sounded truly crazy at this point. He didn't seem to possess one sane part.

"And then you'll lose your own baby. Your biological child. I won't bother killing you after that. If you don't kill yourself from losing your godson and your baby, I'm sure that Malfoy rejecting you will finish you off. After all, Malfoys are very protective of their children and if you lose his child … Well, he won't have anyone else to blame than you, because you're the one who ignored his order to stay inside. He won't even be able to look at you, knowing that it is your fault he lost his child. You're a bad boy, Potter. And bad boys get punished."

With that, he pushed Teddy a few feet away of Harry and forced him to sit on his knees and look right into Harry's eyes. "Hm, I think I'll start with the Cutting spell. What do you think?" He winked and Harry screamed and lurched forwards, falling on his knees when the spell hit Teddy's cheek and forced his skin to split. Blood spat out of the wound and the boy cried harder, the blood trailing down his cheeks and falling on his lap.

Harry managed to spit out the cloth and screamed: "You fucking coward! Let him go! If you want to hurt someone, hurt me! I'm the one who hurt you, I'm the one you should punish! He's just an innocent boy! You can't do this!"

Dennis stared at him pensively. "Hm, no can do, I'm afraid." He hummed. "I want to see you suffer, Potter and what better way to make a parent suffer than to hurt their children?" He snickered and turned back to Teddy. "Let's see if you have the endurance of Potter." He smiled wickedly. "Crucio."

"NO!"

While Teddy trashed and screamed and cried and writhed on the ground, trying to escape the curse that made him feel as if his veins were burning up, his lungs collapsing and his bones being smashed, Harry tried to free himself while screaming his lungs out.

"STOP! JUST STOP! PLEASE!"

Dennis just laughed and ignored Harry's frantic pleas.

"We need some clothes from Mister Potter if we want to pull this off." Thomas said calmly after Will had swallowed the potion.

"Ah yes, sure, I'll go get some." Draco murmured and stood up in a daze, still thinking that this had to be one cruel nightmare.

Arriving at the closed bedroom door, Draco took a deep breath and knocked on the door. "Harry? I know you're angry at me, but can you at least open the door? We, ah, need some clothes." He called and waited a bit, but no answer came forth. He frowned and knocked again. "Harry, please, this is really not the time to be stubborn." He said annoyed, but still no reply came.

Trying to ignore the feeling that something was wrong, he opened the door slowly and entered the room. "Harry?" He asked hesitatingly and furrowed his eyebrows when he didn't see Harry in the room. Had he been mistaken and had Harry gone to another room? He wanted to turn around and search through the other rooms, but a piece of paper caught his eyes and instead, he walked over to the desk.

"The hell?" He muttered and picked up the crumpled parchment, smoothing it out so that he could read it properly. The content of the letter made his blood feel like ice.

'Because I have a feeling that Malfoy will do anything to keep you from meeting me and you being as stubborn as in your school years, I presume that you are somewhere alone in the manor. Your lover is a fool to think that he can intercept the messages meant for you only. The owl will only come to you, but that doesn't matter now.

You have half an hour to get to the place where you and your son had a bonding moment weeks ago. It's really a shame that you didn't went on a walk with him today – maybe then you could have prevented all this. Alas, it only worked out in my favour.

Half an hour, Potter. I'll be counting.

Your Admirer'

"FUCK!" Draco swore and ran downstairs, back to the living room where the Aurors were waiting for him. It was useless to continue his search for Harry in the Manor. The moment he had read the note, he knew that Harry had gone out to meet the kidnapper. I should have put him in a body bind spell after all, Draco thought darkly and rounded the corner to enter the room.

The five Aurors looked at him confused when he didn't show up with Harry's clothes.

He threw the letter on the table with a disgusted look on his face. "The kidnapper managed to send him a note without us knowing it. The idiot went to meet him." He said and his jaw tightened until it felt as if his jaw would never loosen up again.

"Shit." Elisabeth sighed after she had read the letter.

"Do you have an idea where this place could be?" Will asked, frowning.

"I don't know." Draco replied frustrated. "The only place they went to weeks ago was the park near our home."

"That park isn't exactly small." Another witch with silver hair pulled up in a bun pointed out. She had been silent the whole time and had been staring broodingly at Draco and the notes.

"Are you sure you don't know the place mentioned in the letter?" Thomas tried again, waving the note in the air.

"No, I really don't know." Draco shook his head. "They never told me where exactly in the park they went."

"Well, damn it. Then we have a big problem." Will cursed. "It will take too long to search the whole park."

"The worst thing is that we should have anticipated Potter doing something like that." Thomas sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Of course the owl would find him wherever he was." He muttered darkly. "I should have put a fucking tracking charm on him."

Draco's head shot up and he stared at Thomas with wide eyes.

"What?" Thomas stared at him warily.

"A tracking charm! I put a tracking charm on Harry when he left with Teddy to the park, weeks ago." Draco explained, his eyes looking hopeful again. "It should still be on him, because I don't think he took it off when he returned."

"At least luck has turned a bit to our side." Will muttered.

"We have to hurry now." Thomas said urgently, but a hint of a grin appeared on his face. Maybe they would still be on time.

Draco nodded grimly and gripped his wand tighter.

Hold on a bit longer for me, Harry, he thought and ran out of the door, a few house elves looking at him worriedly.

Harry had almost lost his voice and his wrists were bleeding from all the tugging he had done, when Dennis stopped for a moment to appreciate his 'work'.

Teddy was nothing more than a quivering sobbing mess by now. Heavily bleeding cuts and large bruises littered his whole body and his breath had started to sound laboured. He didn't have the strength to sit up anymore and was lying on his side on the ground, branches and leaves snagging his hair. The pain in his head was killing him and his sight had started to waver the second Dennis had stopped the Cruciatus curse. He had problems with concentrating on anything and he had never felt so scared in his life before. He knew all this was his fault. If he hadn't been so stupid to leave the house, that evil man wouldn't have found him and all this wouldn't be happening now. It was his fault that his dad was hurting now and it would be his fault if his dad lost the baby.

He never wanted all this to happen. His burning eyes squeezed a few more tears out, but he was too tired to cry anymore. He just wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep. Just go to sleep and not feeling all that pain anymore. But he had his dad to think off.

With a lot of trouble, he turned his head a bit so that he could look at his dad. His body started to tremble again when he saw how awful his dad looked. His dad's face looked haggard and he was leaning on his knees, hunching over, trying to protect his baby, but at the same time, he was still begging the man to release him and to leave him alone. Tears had never stopped leaving his eyes and Teddy was sure that his dad almost had lost his voice by now.

Teddy wondered why his dad was going so far for him. Hadn't he only brought trouble to him? Even when he ran away, he was still being a nuisance to his dad. It was his fault that his dad was hurting now. Why hadn't his dad stayed away? Didn't he have a baby to protect?

Suddenly his dad's green pained eyes locked on his and he stared back, stifling a sob.

"I'm going to get you away from here, okay, sweetie?" Dad whispered and once again he started tugging at the rope binding his wrists.

"Wh – why?" Teddy's voice broke, but he still managed to force that word out.

"Why?" His dad stared at him with a determined face. "Because you're my son and I love you. And there is nothing in this world that's going to take you away from me."

Teddy's breath caught and he blinked, wondering if he had heard his dad wrong. Could it be that he really wasn't a burden to his dad?

"How touching." Dennis drawled. "Sorry to prove you wrong." He snickered and once again brought up his wand.

"DON'T YOU DARE HURTING HIM AGAIN!" Dad screamed, his eyes screaming murder at the blond man. "I'M GOING TO FUCKING MURDER YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

Dennis just smirked and opened his mouth again, this time to perform Bone Crushing curse, but froze when a low growl sounded behind him. Before anyone realized what was happening, a dark brown wolf suddenly flew through the air, landing heavily on Dennis, growling and snarling.

"What the fuck!" Dennis cried out and tried to scramble away from the raging wolf, but he didn't get far. His wand soared through the air and landed ten feet away from him, underneath a tree, leaving Dennis vulnerable to the wolf's rage.

Harry stared with an open mouth how the wolf took a hold of Dennis' arm and tugged at it so harshly, that a huge junk of flesh was ripped out of the arm, showing the white of the bone and the shining red of the tissue surrounding the wound. Dennis howled with pain and tried to kick the wolf off of him, but it was useless. Another vicious bite took four of the fingers on his right hand away, making sure that he would never be able to hold a wand again. Dennis' unwounded hand scrambled over the ground and Teddy hastily shuffled out of his reach, ignoring the flaring pain in his head and back when he did that.

Dennis found a branch and lifted it up, trying to hit the wolf on his head. The wolf just growled and his huge jaw closed over the wrist that held the branch and with one sickening crunch bit it clean off.

Harry ripped his eyes off the gruesome sight and tugged harshly at the ropes, letting out a triumphant sound when he felt the ropes finally loosen and ripped his hands hastily free and made quick work of the ropes holding his legs together. When he was finally free, he crawled over to Teddy and released the boy of his bindings, immediately pulling him into his arms, hugging him tightly to his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed in the familiar smell of Teddy.

"My god, Teddy." He breathed and forced back a sob. "I'm so sorry you got hurt. I'm so sorry."

"No, dad, I'm sorry." Teddy whispered and hugged his dad fiercely back, ignoring his protesting muscles. "I'm so sorry I ran away, I didn't want to hurt you." He sobbed. "I'm so sorry I've been a bad son."

"No, Teddy, don't ever believe that." Dad whispered harshly. "You've never been a bad son and you'll never be a bad son. You're my son and I don't ever want to lose you. I love you, sweetie; I'll always do, no matter what you do."

Teddy sobbed and buried his head in his dad's shoulder, feeling him trembling as well. He really had wanted to hear those words so badly …

A sharp intake of breath made him aware that the danger was not over yet. He stifled his sobs and breathed in shallowly and realized he couldn't hear the sounds of ripping flesh any longer.

Fearfully he lifted up his head, but his sight was restricted by his dad, who put him behind his body.

The little he could see however made him want to hurl and wish he had just passed out.

The man who had taken him away was now lying a bit further on the forest ground, his head bleeding heavily from the slash he had acquired when his head had hit a large rock. The large wound on his arms was bleeding sluggishly and Teddy could see bite marks littering his sides and face. He had only one ear left and his shirt was torn apart. Blood was pooling quickly around him, making the air heavy with the coppery scent. But he was still breathing.

"Merlin." Harry breathed and he looked ready to pass out.

Teddy shivered, but couldn't tear his eyes away from the gruesome scene.

Suddenly the wolf halted in front of them and both held their breath, Harry gripping his wand tightly after having found it on the ground.

The golden eyes of the wolf stared at them solemnly and the animal whined softly, coming forwards to sniff at Harry and Teddy who stiffened. The wolf whined again and butted his head against Harry's hand as if to encourage him to stroke his coarse fur.

"What the …" Harry murmured dazed and stuck out his hand carefully to the wolf. The wolf sniffed again and licked his hand. Harry blinked and stared more intently at the amber coloured eyes of the wolf. They seemed so familiar …

Teddy was startled a bit when the wolf licked the cut on his cheek and he resisted the urge to squirm away. The tongue against his split skin felt weird, but comforting at the same time. That wasn't normal, was it?

Harry gasped softly when an image of exactly the same eyes entered his mind. The same eyes that were looking at him now, had been looking at him in his third year, on the evening that he met Sirius in real life.

"Moony?" He whispered incredulously. But that couldn't be true; Remus was dead. He had seen his body lying together with his wife on the table in the Great Hall. There was no way that Remus was standing in front of him now.

The wolf looked at him intently for a moment and butted his hand and Teddy's head for a last time before he left, disappearing in the forest like a ghost. Only the mutilated form of Dennis was a sign that Harry hadn't dreamt this encounter.

"Dad?" Teddy's voice shook and his wide eyes looked at him in shock, but he was still clinging to Harry.

"Let's go …" Harry doubled over suddenly, gripping his stomach and hissing when a sharp stab of pain shot through him like a knife.

"Dad?" Teddy asked panicking.

Harry groaned and bent his head, gripping his stomach even more tightly. "No," He muttered horrified when he felt his baby moving frantically. Another stab of pain shot through him and he clenched his jaw to swallow the scream of pain that threatened to come out.

"Dad, what's happening to you?" Teddy asked in a shrill voice. His eyes widened further. "Dad, you're bleeding!"

Before Harry could reassure him, he felt the blackness taking over him and he slipped away, leaving a frantic Teddy besides him.

That was how Draco found them five minutes later: Harry lying on the ground unconscious with Teddy crying next to him all cut up, bruised and bloody.

Draco's heart stopped. No, this couldn't be happening, was the only thought that shot through his mind before he yelled for the Aurors to join him.

AN2: I have a knack for cliffhangers it seems, hmm ... Anyway, at least now you know who the killer was LOL How many of you expected this? ;)

See you all this Friday again for the next chapter! Please leave a review behind with your thoughts! Also sorry again for the OOC of Harry ^^;

Love and cuddles

Melissa
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