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Black Me Out	By : JBankai89 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12998 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, I gain nothing from this but a way to pass the time.

Chapter List
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Epilogue

Five Years Later

Harry had yet to grow used to the sensation of waking up next to someone. Even after three years, the sight of Draco in bed next to him, fair locks fanning his cheek, his breathing soft and even as he slept on, it was a beautiful sight to behold.

He slipped from the gentle embrace and stretched, his spine popping as he did so. Scratched absently at his flat chest, Harry plucked his dressing gown off its hook and pulled it on, then slipped quietly into the hall.

As he walked, he paused outside the door adjacent to his and peered inside, smiling at the sight of little Teddy, fast asleep and clutching tightly to the stuffed wolf Draco had given him for his last birthday. Harry smiled at the memory, remembering how at the time Teddy was quite perplexed as to why his godfather found his present so funny.

His hair flickered between orange and violet, never staying one shade for long in slumber, and Harry felt a slight pull at his heart. Andromeda had been dead for two years, and Harry still felt guilty that he hadn't been there to stop it or save her. No one could have predicted that she'd be hit by a drunk muggle driver, and in all the confusion she'd been taken to a muggle hospital by accident, and they could not save her.

Harry wasn't certain whether Teddy fully understood what had happened—it had been so sudden, and he had been so young—but in the last year he'd stopped asking Harry when they'd visit his Gran next. Though it was good that he'd stopped asking, it still worried Harry. Like Remus and Tonks, Harry did not want Teddy to forget Andromeda, and grow up not knowing of her.

He shut the door soundlessly and padded down to the main level of their duplex and made a beeline for the kitchen. As he got the water going for coffee and heated up the pans on the cooker, he thought back over the last five years of his life, marvelling not in the adventure of it, but of the normalcy. Never in his life had things gone so smoothly, or so well. No matter how much time had passed, it still amazed him.

From Hermione taking off on her globetrotting adventures to come back with her parents, memories restored, happy, and healthy with a new (famous) boyfriend it tow; to his N.E.W.T.s coming back with full marks and enabling him to pursue a career with the Aurors; to his and Draco's intimate relationship progressing further than Harry ever could have imagined. He shifted, there was a distinctive, pleasant soreness in his bottom, and not for the first time he wished he could have gotten to this point sooner; he felt like he'd missed out on so much.

Teddy was the first to toddle down to the main level, and draw Harry out of his memories, rubbing his eyes and dragging the toy wolf behind him.

“Morning sleepy head,” Harry said with a grin. He smiled up at Harry, and pulled himself into his 'big boy' chair at the kitchen table. He didn't speak yet, but watched bemusedly as Harry prepared their Saturday tradition of big, fluffy, American-style pancakes. He set down Teddy's sippy cup full of pumpkin juice in front of him, and he sipped on it, his expression perking up as he drank.

“Uncle Harry, can I have the larmalade on my pancakes?” Teddy asked, watching Harry cook raptly, as though he was practising some sort of miracle in front of his very eyes.

“Magic word?” Harry prompted with a faint smile.

“Can I please have larmalade on my pancakes?”

“Yes you may,” Harry said, and flicked his wand to transfer the marmalade to the table. He smiled widely and fell silent, watching Harry work intently.

After Harry pulled the bacon from the pan to drain, he exchanged a smile with his godson, and said the words he knew Teddy was waiting to hear.

“Go let Draco know that it's breakfast time.”

Teddy was up and out of the kitchen in a flash, leaving the wolf behind. Harry listened as the little boy thunder up the stairs with the force of a rhinoceros stampede, and it was closely followed by Draco's audible grunt as Teddy literally threw himself onto his cousin, then jumped exuberantly on the bed while he cried, “It's pancake time, Draco! You have to get up!” Harry could hear the creaking of the bed as Teddy jumped on it, and snickered as he transferred everything to the table. One would think that after over a year of this tradition Draco would have the good sense to wake himself up before Teddy did it for him, but part of Harry always wondered if he secretly enjoyed it.

Harry heard a distinct, delighted squeal from Teddy, and a moment later Draco had sauntered downstairs, a silk dressing gown over his pyjamas, and carrying the giggling child by his ankles.

“Harry, do you recognize this little monster from our Care of Magical Creatures lessons?” He asked, still holding the little boy by his ankles as he squirmed in the hold, but couldn't get free.

“Ah yes,” Harry replied with a laugh, “the fearsome Teddy monster. You know, I've heard that they love to wake up cranky Slytherins on pancake day.”

“Rar!” said Teddy, bending himself in half as he tried to reach Draco's hands that were holding him up, but failed miserably and fell back with another giggle.

“Ah yes, the fearsome Teddy monster...” he mused, “well what is the best method for taming this loathsome creature?”

“Pancakes! Pancakes!” Teddy cried at once, and with an amused chuckle Draco finally set him down and he ran back to his seat.

Draco swept in and rested a hand against the back of Harry's neck as he kissed him, one which Harry was all too happy to return. They both ignored Teddy's audible, “ewwww!”

Draco and Harry sat down on opposite sides of the little table, and Draco helped Teddy cut his pancakes into bite-sized pieces, while Harry watched them with a smile over the rim of his coffee cup.

Of all the things he'd learnt about Draco in sharing both his bed and his life with him, the most surprising had to be his innate parenting skills. Harry loved watching the pair of them together, and while Draco had voiced an interest in having one of their own someday, he seemed to understand that while Harry was not wholly opposed to the idea, he wasn't quite there yet. For now, Teddy was more than enough.

“What do you think about going to the park later today?” Harry asked, and Draco looked up from his own coffee, both (for the moment) ignoring the bright-eyed, excited expression that had crossed Teddy's face. “I thought I'd talk to Bill about meeting us there with Victoire and Dominique.”

“I don't like Victoire, she doesn't play right,” Teddy said sulkily, crossing his arms. “She always chases me.”

“That just means she likes you!” Harry said with a grin, and the little boy balked.

“No way, Uncle Harry! That's gross!”

Teddy was very confused as to why his two guardians had suddenly burst out laughing.

~*~

In the end, they managed to talk Teddy into playing nicely with the Weasley girls, and as with every other time he'd associated with the family following The Trial, he was reminded how lucky he was that the Weasleys were decent and level-headed people.

“What our son did to you was reprehensible,” Arthur had told him firmly over tea several weeks following his son's imprisonment. “We all still care for you, Harry, like one of our own. No matter what, we do not think any less of you because of what happened. As much as it pains me to say it, my son deserved what he got, and has a good stretch of time to consider the gravity of his actions.”

The words both pained and warmed Harry, as he felt guilty for being the one to send one of their children to Azkaban, but at the same time, he was grateful that that had not forced him to cut ties with the others. In spite of everything, he still cared for them.

Harry shook himself from his thoughts and focused on the little hand in his. The other held onto Draco, and Harry bit back a laugh at the tutting muggle mothers that passed them, staring disapprovingly at Teddy's head of violet hair.

They stopped at the edge of the park, and he heard the cries of the two girls, already there with their father, and Teddy made a mad dash for the playground to join them.

Draco stepped behind him, perched his chin upon Harry's shoulder, and wrapped his arms around him in a loving embrace while the looked on and watched the kids play, taking a moment for themselves before they went to join Bill.

“When you think back to what you thought your life would be like,” Draco murmured, “did you ever think it would be anything like this?”

“No,” Harry answered at once, leaning back into the embrace, “It's better.”

-Fin

A/N: All chapter titles and fic title taken from Against Me! songs, because Laura Jane Grace is my idol and I adore her.

This was a really therapeutic story for me to write, both as something of a soapbox to address Trans* issues (though in particular issues Trans Men face) and as a means to answer some of the more personal questions I know certain cisgender (as in, people who do not identify on the Trans* spectrum) people want to ask, but know better than to actually ask, as some of those questions can be quite invasive.

To reiterate from what I said in the first chapter of this fic, this story was based on my experiences in being trans, and my viewpoints concerning it. If you posed the same questions to another trans person, you may get very different answers. I hope that this story has served its purpose, both as a means of education and a window into a world of issues that you (the reader) may not have access to in your day-to-day lives. Many of the trans-specific issues faced in this fic are very real occurrences, and do happen to trans people everywhere. In light of the recent political upheaval in the UK and US in particular, I think now more than ever a story like this is incredibly relevant, and I hope I've done my bit to remind those of you not on the trans or queer spectrum that we are not simply a number, or a statistic, but real people, who face real danger every day simply by daring to be who we are.

I hope you guys enjoyed this and until next time,

xox
James
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