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And Again ::Sequel to Face Down::	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7483 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“How are you feeling, Harry?” Draco asked as he sat on the edge of the hospital bed.

“Tired… sore.” Harry mumbled groggily.

The blonde man placed a hand on Harry’s arm. “I’m sorry, love. Do you need anything?”

Harry shook his head weakly before looking up at the blonde man, a small amount of confusion written on his face. “Love?”

“Hmm?”

“I meant, why’d you call me ‘love’?”

Draco chuckled lightly. “What else would I call you?”

Harry’s eyebrows scrunched together. “Um… I don’t know, Harry maybe?”

It was silent for some time as Draco couldn’t quite figure out how to react to Harry’s attitude.

Finally, the brunette man broke the silence. “I’m really tired and I just want to sleep. Could you please leave me alone, Malfoy?” He turned slightly away from the other, attempting to make himself comfortable.

Draco’s confusion rose. Harry rarely called him Malfoy and the few times he did, had only been during incredibly bad fights. He could probably count the number of times Harry had called him that since their wedding on one hand.

“Harry, did I do something to upset you without realizing I did?” He quietly asked.

“No.” Harry’s reply was clipped.

“Why’re you being so cold to me then, Harry?”

Suddenly, Harry whipped around to face the blonde and sat up, his face red with anger. “Because I shouldn’t have told you!” He nearly screamed.

By this point, Draco was beyond confused.

“Shouldn’t have told me? I think I would’ve noticed on my own eventually, love.”

“STOP CALLING ME THAT! And NO you WOULDN’T have noticed because if I hadn’t told YOU, then WE wouldn’t even be FRIENDS, let alone whatever the hell you seem to THINK we are!” Harry bellowed.

Draco shook his head a few times and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to wrap his mind around what his husband was on about. “Wait… wait. Are… are you talking about sixth year when you told me what Weasley did to you?”

“What else would I be talking about?!”

“Harry… what are you saying? That you wish our life together hadn’t happened?” The blonde man asked.

“What life? We’ve hardly been friends for more than three months. I wouldn’t call that a life. What the hell is wrong with you, Malfoy?” Harry yelled and pushed Draco away from him.

Without a word, Draco stood from his place and made for the door of his husband’s hospital room. “I’m getting a healer.” He said from the door. Harry wouldn’t look at him.

In the hallway, the frazzled man leaned back against the door he had just closed for a moment and ran his hands down his face. He then went to find their maternity healer.

“You’re right, something doesn’t sound right.” Healer Carter agreed after hearing Draco’s story. He jotted something down on a clipboard “I’ll get a mind-healer here to talk to him straight away.”

“Emma Haysley.”

The healer looked up from his clipboard. “Excuse me.”

“Get Emma Haysley.” Draco insisted.

Healer Carter tittered. “You expect me to get the best mind-healer we have on staff here at nearly one in the morning?”

Crossing his arms angrily, Draco replied, “Yes, I do. She’s the same mind-healer Harry had when he was sixteen. One of our daughters is named after her. He knows and trusts Emma. She’ll come. Just get her, now.”

“Of course, sir.” The healer left in one direction, Draco went the other, heading toward the waiting room where their family was congregated.

The small, chair-filled room was so quiet upon the man’s entrance; everyone in there heard him approaching and looked up at him. No one said a word.

Draco looked around at all the faces staring up at him. Remus and a very pregnant Sirius were seated on his right, their five year old girl, Lyra, asleep on the former’s lap. His mother was sitting across from him with a small pile of blankets and pillows at her feet. Elliot was sleeping there. On his left, were Scorpius, Emma, and Lily, both girls were perched half way on their big brother. Only one appeared to be asleep. Standing in a back corner was Lucius, surprisingly still there.

“Are they ok?” The dark-haired teen asked, finally breaking the silence.

“They’re fine.” The blonde man answered, managing a half smile. “You guys have a baby brother, by the way.”

The entire room failed to react, sensing that something was wrong as well.

“What aren’t you telling us, Draco?” Sirius asked, trying to sit forward in his chair.

Draco ran a hand through his hair. “Harry… He… He’s acting… odd. It’s like he thinks he’s still sixteen.” He looked from Sirius to Remus to his mother, the only people in the room who knew the full story. Maybe it was time for Scorpius, at least, to know what happened all those years ago.

“Mum, can you take Lily, Emma, and Lyra to get a snack?” Obviously, no one actually thought they’d be hungry, especially with one of them currently asleep, but the three of them were still far too young for a story such as the one Draco was about to tell.

With a sigh, the man began, “When Harry was fourteen…”

~!~

“…And now Harry seems to think he just miscarried.”

“That is why the Weasley boy was thrown in Azkaban?” Came Lucius’ incredulous question.

“Yes, unfortunately.”

“Sweet Merlin.” The older man declared as he finally sank into a chair, pale-faced. “I’ve never heard such an awful thing and I…” He trailed off when Draco gave him a pointed look.

Lucius cleared his throat. “I’ve heard some bad things in my time.” He amended.

“Grandma Molly’s kid did that to dad?” Scorpius looked like he might cry as he spoke. “And why had I never heard of him?”

“Everyone agreed to act like he never existed around you kids. It wasn’t something you needed to deal with growing up.” Draco replied softly.

Just then there was a soft knock at the open door behind Draco.

“Emma! How’s Harry doing?”

~!~

Harry was pulled out of his stupor by a sudden knocking on the door. He glanced at the open portal for a brief moment before turning his attention back to the wall opposite him.

“Can I come in, Harry?” A slightly tired Emma Haysley asked. The dark-haired man didn’t react. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She said softly to herself, closing the door behind her.

“It’s been sometime, hasn’t it, Harry?” The middle-aged woman asked as she took a seat next to the distraught man’s bed.

Harry finally looked at the woman, confusion written on his face. “What do you mean?” He managed to ask.

“Well, we’ve known each other for sixteen years, but I don’t think we’ve seen each other since just after your daughters were born.” She replied with a soft smile.

“My… what?” Harry shook his head in his confusion. “I’m only sixteen. I couldn’t have known anyone for that long.”

“Hmmm…”

“What’s hmmm?”

Emma shifted her position slightly before pulling some parchment, a quill, and an inkwell from her satchel. “You appear to be suffering from dissociative amnesia.”

“What’s that?” Harry asked.

“The trauma you’ve experienced seems to have reverted you back to your sixteen year old self.” She replied, jotting some notes down as she did.

“I just told you, I’m AM sixteen.” The raven-haired man replied, anger rising in his voice. “Look. I don’t know you and I just want to be left alone.”

The blonde woman sat up a little straighter before pulling another item out of her bag. It was a small hand mirror.

As she passed it to the traumatized, younger man, she said, “Tell me, do you see a sixteen year old?”

Skeptically, Harry took the mirror that was offered to him and gasped when he caught sight of his reflection. Was he looking at Harry Potter? Yes, he was. But it certainly wasn’t sixteen year old Harry Potter.

Harry reached his free hand up and began poking at his crow’s feet and laugh lines. “How old am I?” He asked trepidatiously.

Before answering, Emma pulled a file from her satchel and opened it. “You’re thirty-two, almost thirty-three, Harry.” She replied upon finding the information she was looking for.

Tears pricked at Harry’s green eyes. “Wh-why don’t I remember… my entire life?”

“That,” The woman started gently, “I can only speculate on.

“I would hypothesize the trauma you experienced earlier this evening…” She glanced up at the clock on the wall. It was nearing two am. “Or I should said yesterday evening now, caused this somehow. We’ll need to talk and see if we can’t make sense of it.”

“Trauma? What could possibly be worse than what I’ve already been through?” The man asked, curling in on himself.

“First, why don’t we find out exactly where you’re at?”

Harry blinked and a few tears fell from his damp eyes. “I… Ron… he beat me and… the baby…” He placed a hand on his slightly bulged belly. “He killed it.” The man suddenly sobbed, his head hanging sadly.

Emma leaned forward and placed what she hoped was a comforting hand on Harry’s shoulder. “It’s alright, Harry. You can cry if you need to.”

A few minutes passed before either person in the room spoke again.

Finally, Harry wiped his eyes with his sleeve and choked out, “Do you know what happened to me?

“I do.” The woman replied. “But are you sure you want to hear that just now?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah. Maybe it’ll help me remember.”

Emma gave Harry a brief rundown of that evening’s events.

“So, Ron came back and hurt me… again?”

“That appears to be the case. We believe he never got the chance to fully set his plan in motion though. When your husband reached you, your attacker was already on the floor. There were no signs of physical trauma so we’re hoping you managed to stop him before you were brought to any real harm.” The blonde mind-healer quietly explained.

“But… if he never got the chance to hurt me, why can’t I remember?” Harry asked again. “And, why am I even in the hospital if I’m not hurt?”

Emma smiled at her patient. “That is certainly some better news. You’re here because you’ve just had a baby. You’re fifth, actually.”

Harry’s eyes widened in surprise. “I did? And five?”

“That’s right. You gave birth by caesarian to a healthy baby boy at roughly nine-forty-five last night.” She explained.

“Caesarian?”

“Caesarian, or C-section, is when a fetus must be removed surgically for various reasons. I was told you were catatonic when you were brought in, so that is likely the reason.” Emma clarified.

“Can… can I see him?”

“Well, you don’t seem to pose a danger to yourself or others, so I don’t see why not.” She said with a soft smile. Emma set her parchment and quill on the bedside table as she stood from her chair. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

~!~

“Emma! How’s Harry doing?”

“He’s doing as well as can be expected right now. He still doesn’t remember anything, but he knows what happened now and he wants to see the baby. I was thinking it would be a good idea if you came back with me.” Emma quickly and quietly explained to the blonde man.

“Yeah. Let’s do that.” He turned to address the rest of the room. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

In the hall, the pair ran into Narcissa and the three girls. Lyra was now asleep in the woman’s arms. Draco quickly explained the situation to his mother before they parted ways. He also asked her to put the girls to sleep with Elliot. They then continued on their way to find Healer Carter.

“Emma. Mr. Potter-Malfoy.” The maternity healer greeted them upon their arrival at the nurses’ station. “How’s our patient doing?”

The blonde woman quickly enlightened the man of the situation.

“Of course, right this way.” He led them down the hallway and around the corner toward the nursery.

“Have you gotten to see him yet, Mr. Potter-Malfoy?” Carter asked as they walked.

Draco chuckled lightly. “Please, my last name is such a mouthful. Call me Draco. And no, I haven’t. I was with Harry waiting for him to wake up since I didn’t want him to be alone.”

“Understandable.”

The trio finally stopped outside a large window.

“There he is.” Healer Carter gestured toward the back left corner of two rows with approximately ten babies. “Wait here.”

A few moments later, and Draco was cradling his newborn son in his arms as they headed back to Harry’s room.

“He’s going to be so happy.” The blonde man stated with a large grin as they made their way down the hall, barely paying any attention to where he was walking.

“I can only hope so.” Emma responded with a smile of her own.

~!~

“Harry.” The mind-healer said softly to capture the man’s attention. “I have someone I want you to meet.” She walked into the room shortly followed by Draco with the baby.

“This is our son.” Draco said as he walked around the bed to place the sleeping infant in his husband’s arms.

“Our son?” Harry asked trepidatiously, but took the baby none the less.

Draco gave the dark-haired man a soft smile. “Yes. Our fifth.” He replied gently.

“And… we’re married?” Came Harry’s next question, his attention flitting between Draco and the infant.

“For almost 16 years now.” The blonde man answered.

Tears threatened to fall from those beautiful, green eyes. “I… don’t remember.” He muttered.

For a moment, Draco tried to reach out for his husband, but then thought better of it. “That’s okay. You will.”

Harry stared down at the face of his son and tried not to cry. He knew it was just upset the infant and he didn’t want that.

When he finally managed to compose himself, he looked back up at Draco and asked, “What… who are the others?”

“Our other children?” The blonde asked for clarification. Harry nodded.

“Well…” Draco took a seat as he began. “First we have Scorpius. He’s fifteen and he has your hair and stubborn attitude. Then there are the twins.”

“T-twins?”

Draco smiled at his husband. “Yes, blonde, twin girls. Lily and Emma. They’re six.”

“Emma? Isn’t that…” He trailed off and looked at the woman who was silently occupying the chair on his left.

“My name?” She supplied. “Yes. And I’m still honored that you would name a child after me.”

Harry turned his attention back to Draco. “And the last?”

“Our youngest, Elliot. He also has your hair and he’s a rambunctious little tyke.” The slightly older man finished explaining.

The room was silent for a few minutes as Harry contemplated this information.

“Are you okay, lo- Harry?” Draco asked sometime later when Harry had yet to react.

“What about him?” The raven-haired man asked, bouncing the child in his arms slightly. “Does he have a name yet?”

Draco’s smile faltered a smidge. “Unfortunately, no. We talked about it, but never settled on anything. However… I did have an idea that we hadn’t discussed because I was too afraid of upsetting you.”

“What is it?” Harry asked as he looked up at the other man.

With a frown, Draco replied, “I’m not sure if I should say. I probably shouldn’t have said what did. Like I said, I don’t want to upset you.”

“Just tell me.” Harry pleaded. “I don’t like people being on eggshells around me.”

The blonde man smiled again. “I know you don’t.” He sighed and finally replied, “James.”
He can n-not be James. I already h-had a J-James and he was taken fr-rom me.

Harry stared unseeingly at the child he was still holding. Tears pricked his eyes and silently began sliding down his cheeks.

“J-James.” He repeated. Everything came flooding back and he nearly dropped the still unnamed infant.

Harry began sobbing uncontrollably.

In an instant, Draco was up from his chair and taking the now fussing baby from his distraught husband.

“Harry, what’s wrong?” He asked, simultaneously trying to soothe the infant and the crying man.

“Why don’t I take him?” Emma suddenly piped up.

Draco nodded and handed the child to the mind-healer. He then moved from his chair to the edge of the bed. “What is it, love?”

The other man continued to sob for a minute or two before he managed to compose himself enough to speak.

“I-I remember…”

“You do?” Both blonde occupants of the room asked together.

Draco gently cupped his husband’s face with both hands and forced him to make eye contact. "What do you remember?”

“Ron… he-he was gonna k-ill the baby.”

“Shhh. Shhh.” Draco pulled Harry into a tight hug. “He’ll never hurt us again. He can’t anymore. Weasley didn’t make it.”

“B-because of what I did?” Harry asked with a hiccup.

Draco gave the silent mind-healer a strange look before deciding the truth would be the best option. “Possibly, but I can’t be sure. After I went back to the house, but before I called for aurors, I… used the Killing Curse on him.

“I had to be sure he couldn’t hurt you again, Harry. I refused to let it happen again.”

Harry stared at his husband in shock. “Y-you did that for me?”

The blonde man took Harry’s face in his hands once again. “I would die for you, Harry.”

“Please don’t” Harry pleaded, embracing the other man once again.

After a short time, the pair pulled apart and took notice of the woman still in the room.

“How much of that did you hear?” Draco anxiously asked her.

With a wry smile, Emma looked up from the infant cradled in her arms. “Hear what?”

~!~

“Harry, you’re okay!” Cried a voice from the doorway. The man in question looked from the baby he was holding toward the voice.

“Yeah, I’m okay now, Sirius.” Harry replied with a small smile as the other man waddled into the room, shortly followed by Remus and Draco. “Where are the kids?”

Draco took a seat on the edge of the bed while the other two men occupied the two available chairs. “They’re asleep in the waiting room. Mum is with them.” He replied.

“Oh, I wanted them to meet their brother.”

“They will. They will. But in the morning.” Draco said with a small laugh. “Besides, it’s going on 3 o’clock. You need to get some sleep.”

As if on cue, Harry yawned. “’m not.”

All four men laughed and the infant in Harry’s arms began to squirm.

“Have you come up with a name yet?” Remus asked as he leaned forward to run his hand through the soft, blonde fluff that adorned the baby’s head.

“Yeah, we have, actually.” The younger dark-haired man replied.

“We have?” Draco asked, confused.

“Yeah.” Harry gave his husband a wide smile. “This is James.”

And they all lived happily ever after? Maybe? You’ll see!
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