Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Love By Accident	By : pottermalfoy24 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5924 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

MADAM MALKIN'S ROBES FOR ALL OCCASIONS

Come take a look at our latest line of dress robes, perfect for formal occasions, balls and weddings. Also, if you're planning a wedding, our gown prices are the best you'll find anywhere, and in the latest styles from Paris. Short on gold? We rent for less, allowing you to worry about other things on your happy day! You'll also find the hottest back-to-school fashions for your Hogwarts students, all reduced 15% to 20% for the new year! All sales final, see store for details.

A/N: To Madness: The thing about Death Eaters is that they are arrogant and overconfident. They don't pay attention to Muggles because Muggles are beneath them. At most, they're going to know of the invention of the gun and the basic principles behind it. No way they're going to know about the kind of high tech weaponry of today. That's what makes the plan so perfect. And Voldemort with an H-bomb? *shudders* There's a nightmare for you. Bye bye Europe!

When Harry walked into Potions the next Monday morning, he seemed a little jumpy. Hermione asked him what was wrong, but he just said he'd tell her after class. He listened closely to the potion at hand, a fairly simple draught that was meant as a cure for warts. The only reason it was a sixth year assignment was the delicacy of the recipe. Just a tad too much or not enough of this or that or something added in the wrong order and you'd either have a cauldron of smoke or sludge, neither of which would do anyone any harm or good. Hermione was surprised, however, when Harry started to actually put the potion together. He wasn't supposed to be working potions in his condition! She was definitely going to have words with him when class was over!

Class done, they exited the classroom and Hermione grabbed hold of Harry's arm, dragging him to a little out of the way corner of the coridoor. "Harry, what were you thinking!?"

Before she could get any more worked up, Harry grinned and shook his head. "Don't worry about it, Hermione. I knew what I was doing."

"That stuff could have hurt the baby!"

"No it couldn't, because the baby's not here." Still grinning at the look on her face, Harry pulled up his shirt to show her what he was talking about.

Hermione looked, and to her astonishment, Harry's bellybutton was green! "Harry?"

"Actually, Clone Number One. Clone potion mixed three to one with Doppleganger. That way I didn't have to drink it at all. It makes seeds like the Doppleganer does, but I have better control over it than I would a Doppleganger. And neither potion makes any fumes I'd have to worry about because of the baby. Sorry I didn't tell you about it, but I wanted to make sure it would fool everyone, and you're the most observant person I know."

"Observant?"

Harry smirked at her. "Yes, observant." Then he pitched his voice higher to match hers. "'Didn't you see what it was standing on?'" Hermione blushed at the reminder of Fluffy standing over the trap door on the third floor their first year. Harry chuckled, speaking normally again. "I fooled even you, so I don't have anything to worry about on that front."

They left the corner and started walking to their next class, Charms. "So what might you have to worry about?"

"There's no way this thing can handle the shielding spells in Defense. Charms and Transfiguration won't be any problem, nor will Potions or Quidditch practice. I'm going to ask Professor Fabri if she's got any ideas, but I don't have her until Wednesday."

Hermione shook her head in amazement. "Well, you certainly did good work with this. Even the scar is in the right place. These things almost always screw up details like that. Where are you, by the way?"

Harry looked around to make sure ne wne was listening. "I'm in common room. I've got the cloak with me just in case someone comes in."

"Will you know it?" Hermione knew that a clone took all your concentration because it had to act as you normally would.

"Yeah. I put a charm on the portrait from this side. It'll sound an alarm if someone is standing outside the portrait to give the password." That'll give me just enough time to freeze the clone and cover up."

"Harry, why don't you go ahead and do that as soon as we're seated. That way you won't have to worry about splitting your attention."

Harry nodded. "Good idea.

Professor Fabri was a blacksmith and a spellsmith, one of the foremost forgers of magical weapons and armaments in the world. An ancestor of hers had actually forged Godric Gryphindor's sword, the one which Harry had used to kill the basilisk in Second Year. She was a large woman, not a blob like Umbridge had been, but tall and stocky. She had large bones and big, callused hands from years at the forge, and she was very strong. Her face was square, with a bit of rounding under the chin that spoke to a good life. She had brilliant blue eyes and thick auburn hair that reached the floor when she was sitting and had the braid thrown over the back of her chair. Harry knew that he was going to need her help to find a way to shield himself and his child from curses. The problem was that shield spells had a tendency to require huge amounts of energy flow, the very thing that Harry was trying to avoid. He hoped that she had discovereday aay around that problem.

He stayed behind after class the next time he had her. "Yes, Harry? What can I do for you?"

"Do you have any ideas yet as to how I can do some shielding?"

"Actually, I did have an idea of something you could do, but I wanted to research it further before I broached the subject. Do you want to hear it?"

"Yeah. Maybe I can help now that I've gotten the doubling project done and out of the way."

"Oh! Is this not you, then?"

Harry grinned. "That's right. I'm back in the common room covered with my father's invisibility cloak."

"Well it's a very good one. I didn't even notice. Well then, what I've been thinking of is the idea of the invisibility cloak. They're hand woven from ordinary silk by a craftsman. The weaver lets a simple vnishing charm run through their fingers as they work with the thread. The charm gets woven slowly into the fabric, becoming a part of it, unliunlike simply charming an existing cloak, the spell is a hundred times more powerful because it was fed power constantly through the weaving. I was thinking that this would be the perfect way for you to create a shield that you could use while pregnant. You wouldn't necessarily have to use a waving loom for it. There are other ways of creating garments, even in the Muggle world."

Harry thought about it. "You're talking about things like knitting and crochet, right?"

"Exactly, Harry. Do you know how to do either of those?"

"No. I'd have to learn. How do you weave the charm?"

"Slowly. That's why you'll be able to do it. You run the spell through your fingers and into the wool as you work with it. It doesn't take a lot of energy at a time, the thread work itself is done entirely without magic and in the end the spells are stronger and more acurate than wand magic. You can even put them on a trigger so you don't have to be conscious or even present for them to work. Do you want to learn this?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah. It gives me an idea."

Over the next week, Professor Fabri showed Harry the basics of crochet and how to read a pattern. She gave him several to look over, both afghans and clothing patterns for infants, as well as a pattern for a stuffed dragon that she thought was adorable. Harry loved the look of the little dragon and decided to change the coloration to white and silver, a perfect match for Draco. He also found a phoenix toy among the patterns and took that one as well.

Hermione and Ginny, meanwhile, had gotten together with Professors Dumbledore McGonagall, Sprout, Fabri and Madame Pomfrey to plan Harry's baby shower. They had long since gotten permission to tell the entire Weasly family (save Percy) and Remus Lupin about the baby, so all of them recieved invitations to the shower. Draco had found out about it, but he had been sworn to secrecy on pain of death by the two girls. He had readily agreed, however, and had even made arrangements for his own rather extravagant present to be represented at the shower. He knew that Harry was likely to be embarassed by the attention, and he would probably be shocked into disapnea (not breathing) by Draco's gift, but it was something that Harry would need, no matter what happened between the two of them.

Harry's preocupation with learning the little tricks that came with making an acceptable work of crochet gave everyone plenty of opportunity to sneak around him. The day of the shower, Professor Fabri agreed to distract Harry by taking him to Hogsmede to by materials for all of the things he planned to make. Everyone who wasn't already at Hogwarts Floo'd in and then the whole lot made their way to the Room of Requirement, which was where the party was being held. Dobby had also been invited as a guest, so he was already in the room setting out refreshments. There was a table off to the side for the gifts to be placed on. Snape even came in and dropped off a gift, though no one expected he would stay for the party. Several others dropped off gifts as well, including Professors Trelawney, Sinistra and Vector. Firenez hadn't come, as centaur culture dictated that gifts be given to foals after their birth, not before it. Binns couldn't give a hoot what was going on in the present, and Filch had never been informed of the situation.

Harry went up to the common room as soon as he returned from Hogsmede with Professor Fabri. She had insisted that he call her Artificia when they were off school grounds, but he couldn't quite make himself do it. Still, she was turning into a friend, and he was glad to have her company on the shopping trip.

He had no sooner dropped his packages on his bed preliminary to sorting them out, when Hedwig swooped into the room and dropped a note on the bed. He opened it quickly. It was written in Dumbledore's elegant script, and it saiI>PlI>Please meet me in the Room of Requirement, Harry. There is something that I wish to discuss with you. Harry left everything where it was on his bed and went to find the Room.

It was completely quiet and dark when he entered, something that it had never done before. Worried that something was wrong, Harry's wand was in his hand before he really had a chance to think about it. Suddenly the lights went up and Harry's mind registered only that there were people in the room for a moment. Until they shouted "Surprise!"

There were eighteen people in the room, a pile of oddly shaped packages in the corner and a table full of food and drinks in the center along with a banner that said "Welcome! James Abraham Malfoy." Harry breathed a sigh of relief and put his wand away. He looked at Dumbledore. "You're trying to get hexed, right?"

With that omnipresent twinkle in his eye, Dumbledore just smiled at him. "Of course not, my dear boy. Only to surprise you. Everyone here, and some who are not, decided that your son will need a few things once he has arrived in this world, so we've seen fit to give them to you now."

Hermione and several others rolled their eyes. "In other words, Harry, it's a baby shower."

Harry chuckled. "I gathered that." He looked up at Draco. "Was this your idea?"

Draco snorted. "Of course not. This entirely not my style. Hermmione and Ginny are to blame, and they swore me to secrecy, so don't go getting on me for not telling you."

Harry just grinned. There were eighteen people in the room, professors, Weaslys, Hermione and Remus Lupin, and from the size of the pile in the corner, all of them had bought him at least one gift. "You guys didn't have to do this."

Remus said, "Of course we didn't. Everyone in this room cares about you. There will probably be more gifts coming from the other members of the Order of the Phoenix, but several of them are on assignment at the moment and couldn't be informed."

McGonagall spoke up. "We do this because we want to, young man, and we don't need any other reason than that."

The party was like an affirmation of life for everyone who was there. Thoughts of the war had been weighing heavily on everyone's mind, though, and it showed in many of the gifts. There were normal baby gifts, of course. Molly had knitted matching Father and Son sweaters, the two adult sweaters being either red and gold or green and silver, and James's being red and green, though more red than green. Arthur had charmed a crib mobile to go on the crib that Bill Weasly had bought. Charlie had found an oak rocking chair carved with dragons in flight. Fred and George laughingly gave him a charmed nappy bucket, but Harry decided to be grateful. Dumbledore gave him a child-sized training broom, but Harry said, "Oh, no. He's not getting on that thing until he's six, at least!"

Ron joked, "Considering the trouble both of his parents can get into on a broom, that's probably a good idea." He and Hermione had been named godparents. Ron had given them a location clock like the one hanging in his mother's house. Hermione had given Harry a stack of CDs and the spell she had worked out that would make the things play without a stereo.

Draco's gift was an elegant silver dragon pendant that was charmed to fly for help in the face of danger.

Professor McGonagall had given him a first edition copy of the novel she had written, TwisTranTransfigurements. Professor Sprout presented him with a potted Baby's Sleep plant, for those long nights. It was also a good cure for colic, should that become a problem. From Professor Flitwick came a nappy bag that was charmed bottomless and refilling. Remus Lupin had given him a painting of a wolf that sang a quiet luliby when needed and would howl in alarm if something went wrong with the baby. Hagrid had shown a bit of sense for once and bought the non-animated version of the Baby Blast-ended Skrewt, much to everyone's relief.

There were four gifts from professors who were not at the party. Snape had been practical and given a nutrient potion to be added to the baby's formula. Trelawney had only given a card, but inside it stated that she would read the baby's future when he was born. Harry shared a look with Ron and Hermione at that one and shook his head. He didn't plan on making good on that one. Sinistra and Vector had given toys and clothes, respectively, very general gifts.

But there were other gifts as well, gifts that were unmarked, things that were not for the baby or even really for his parents. In a black leather case was a set of weapons; a scoped hunting rifle, a pair of pearl-handled Colt .45 semiautomatic pistols, amunition for all three, and a note. It said, You may not want this case. I will not be offended if you don't take it, or the potion that is in the next box. However, if you find you can do so, soak the bullets in the potion before your final confrontation with the Dark One. It is not something I have any intention of giving you the recipe to, either, so use it frugally. The potion is Soul Killer. It may yet be the only thing to ensure that Voldemort does not come back from the dead this time. And practice your aim. You'll still need to make a head shot for the poison to work against all of his precautions. This is not a decision you should take lightly. One of the key ingredients of Soul Killer is vampire venom. As I'm certain you know, a vampire reproduces by injecting this venom to remove the soul of the person they wish to turn and feeding them their own blood, which contains the seeds of the demon within them. Combined with the other ingredients, Soul Killer ensures that it's victim's soul cannot reunite with its body, and may not even be able to become a ghost.

This is a decision only you can make. I give these things to you now because it is for the innocent ones that you must destroy Voldemort, the children. This is for the future, his future.

Harry was tempted to chuck the box which held the poison at the wall, but practicality won out. This anonymous person was right. Despite the fact that he had never asked for this burden, Voldemort was his responsibility. He only hoped that he would be able to take that shot when he had the chance.

That's the next chapter. The longest one yet, and a very dark ending, but it was kind of necessary.
- 5
- 6
- 7
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Love By Accident