There For You
Rating: R for attempted suicide, slash and mpreg. Some language as well.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters :-( they are owned by the amazing J. K. Rowling.
Thanks to: Psi, xela, smoothNcreamy, FREAK014, Rowenna (The whole identical thing makes sense, they do look a lot alike though. I love Switchfoot! I would LOVE to go to one of their concerts! lol.), slasherbabe (:-D. Meagan stubbed her toe on a needle that was on the floor and it went into her bone and it broke off so she had to have it removed. OUCH!)
Hmmm…Short "Thank you" list this time… hint hint nudge nudge!
Chapter 17 –Moving On-
-Three weeks Later-
"Just sign here sirs." Mr. Sellem, a real estate agent, handed Draco and Harry the deed to their new house. Harry and Draco happily signed and walked into their home. It was a nice wizarding neighborhood; Blaise lived two houses down with his new wife, who was three months pregnant. Hermione and Ron bought a house on the next street and had moved in the week before. Harry and Draco spent most of their time at the hospital with Narcissa, Cyrus, and Avariella. The twins could come home in a week's time and Narcissa could come home that day. As for the rest of the Order members; Lupin was expected to be home within the week, Charlie was acting just about his normal age now, Ron's arm was completely healed, and Tonks and Snape had woken up from Voldemort's mystery spell and would be able to go home in about a month.
"We should go get your mum." Harry put his arm around Draco.
"Yeah," Draco agreed. He had lost all of the weight he had gained while he was pregnant and his stomach was flat and muscular again.
When the two returned to their house with Draco's mother, all of their things were on the first floor in boxes. Harry started unpacking while Draco and his mother went upstairs to the twin's room. Narcissa wanted to have it decorated in less than a week. Harry didn't see how it was possible but he figured it would happen. He took all of the kitchen appliances into the rather large kitchen. He opened the first box; on top was Voldemort's wand. He shuddered and shoved the box aside, not wanting to relive the memory.
There was a knock at the door and Harry, figuring it was a decorator, went to open it. Instead of a decorator, a man in a neat suit entered. "Um…can I help you?" Harry asked.
The man held out his hand. "Hello, I am Aberforth, Albus's brother." Harry shook the man's hand.
"Uh, hi," Harry replied. "I'm-"
"Harry Potter-Malfoy, I know." Aberforth waved his hand. "You look surprised."
"Well, you're the first person to get my last name right." Harry forced a smile.
"Lets get down to business." Aberforth sat on a box and opened his briefcase. "Albus has left for you-"
"What? He left me something?" Harry sat down, puzzled.
"Well of course!" Aberforth continued, "He has left for you Fawkes, his phoenix, and this chart." The man handed Harry a cage and a rolled up piece of parchment.
"Er…thanks." Harry put the cage by his feet and the chart on a box.
"Well, I must be off. More people to see!" With a wave of his wand, Aberforth was gone.
Harry looked out the open door after Aberforth. The aged man seemed strangely happy. But then Harry realized that first of all, Aberforth was from a very strange family and secondly, Dumbledore wouldn't want anybody to be sad over his death. The funeral had taken place two days after the beloved man's death. Thousands upon thousands came to pay their respect to the wonderful man.
When Harry turned around to start unpacking again, he found that everything was in its place and all the boxes were gone. He smiled to himself. Aberforth certainly was just as nice and helpful as his brother. Harry heard Draco come down the stairs.
"Wow! That was fast!" Draco marveled and looked around.
"I didn't do it. Aberforth did. He brought Fawkes and some sort of chart." Harry explained.
"Ah, I see. Who is Aberforth?" Draco asked.
"Albus Dumbledore's brother." Narcissa smiled. "He has always been a good soul, like his brother."
"How are things?" Harry asked.
"Wonderful! We've got the whole room planned out. When the twins are old enough, they will of course have separate rooms," Narcissa started.
"Mum!" Draco cut her off. "I'll explain everything to him. You go rest."
Narcissa stared at her son sternly but gave in. "Oh all right." She headed for the stairs. Harry and Draco had insisted that she stay with them for a little while.
"Ok, so first off, what's a Fawkes?" Draco asked.
"Dumbledore's phoenix," Harry answered and pointed to a pedestal with the beautiful bird on it.
"And the chart?" Draco asked.
"I have no clue. I haven't looked at it," Harry replied.
The two set off looking for the chart. They found it framed in the study. It was a family tree that showed only blood relatives. At the top was Godric Gryffindor and towards the bottom was a line that pointed to the name Harry James Potter-Malfoy. Above Harry's name was his father's name and below, Cyrus James Potter-Malfoy and Avariella Narcissa Potter-Malfoy were written. Harry stood in awe.
"You're related to Godric Gryffindor!" Draco gasped.
Harry grinned. Dumbledore had hinted at this for years but Harry had never actually hooked on. Until now. "Amazing!" Harry whispered.
"Hey, I know you just discovered that you're related to one of the most famous wizards of all time, by the way, you're on that list now, but…" Draco moved towards Harry and kissed him deeply. Harry moaned and the two made their way to their new bedroom. "I've missed being inside you," Draco groaned as he and Harry fell onto the bed. They started to tear off each other's clothing.
"HARRY! DRACO!" Ron's voice came from downstairs.
"Damnit!" Harry groaned.
"HERMIONE'S ABOUT TO HAVE THE BABY!" Ron yelled.
Draco's eye's widened. "We're on our way!" Harry shouted and put his shirt back on.
"Come on!" Harry urged Draco to move faster.
"Well sorry that I'm healing from having your babies," Draco replied.
Harry grinned and kissed Draco. "Thank you love. I promise you can fuck me tonight." Draco laughed and the two apparated to St. Mungo's.
"How about Jane if it's a girl?" Ron suggested. Hermione was in labor in a muggle hospital (so her parents could be with her.) but it looked like it would be a little while before she would actually give birth.
"Nah." Hermione wrinkled her nose. "But if were going by middle names…"
"NO!" Ron begged.
"Oh, I've got to hear this!" Draco grinned.
Hermione smiled evilly, " How about Bilius if it's a boy."
Ron shriveled up "AH! It's such a HORRABLE name! Why would you do that to out kid?!"
Hermione just laughed. "AHHHHHHHH!" She suddenly screamed. Ron ran forward, Hermione was having another contraction.
"Breathe baby, breathe." Ron soothed. Hermione let out small puffs of air. As quickly as the contraction had come, it was gone.
"Glad I didn't have to deal with that!" Draco whispered, hoping Hermione wouldn't her him.
"Lucky bastard you are!" Hermione spat.
"Hey sweetie! We got here as fast as we could!" Hermione's mother entered the room, closely followed by her, slightly scared looking, father and Ron's parents.
"Hello Mum!" Hermione sounded relieved and she hugged her mother.
"How far along is she?" Molly Weasley asked.
"She was dilated six centimeters last I knew." Ron responded, slightly disgusted. "I can't believe a baby is going to come out of…her!"
Mrs. Weasley laughed. "Boys!"
"All right, the baby is almost ready to get outta there." A doctor came into the room. "Uh…anyone who is not related, please leave…please tell me you aren't all related…there are way to many people in here."
Harry laughed. "Don't worry, were not. Come on Draco." Harry and Draco left along with Mr. Weasley and Mr. Granger, who apparently didn't want to see a baby come out of his daughter. Harry didn't blame him.
The four made their way to the vending machines to see what there was to eat while they waited. Draco and Mr. Weasley were utterly amazed by the machine.
"So you give it money, and it gives you sweets?" Mr. Weasley spoke loudly, causing a few people to look over curiously.
"SHH!" Harry held a finger to his lips. "You're making people wonder!"
"But," Arthur whispered, "this…vendinging machine is amazing!"
"Vending…" Harry corrected.
"He's right Harry, it is pretty cool." Draco put in. Harry rolled his eyes and looked to Mr. Granger for help.
"Here." Hermione's father gave Author and Draco change to put into the machine. Both chose Mars bars and opened the wrapping like children having their first treat.
"This is delicious!" Draco said with a full mouth. Several people looked over at the four men again.
"Draco!" Harry laughed.
"Come on, lets go sit." Mr. Granger suggested.
"Away from everybody else." Harry added.
The four men sat in the waiting room reading health magazines (the only thing the hospital had to offer,) until a nurse came to get them.
"You can come back in now." She said politely. Mr. Granger grinned from ear to ear as he walked in and saw his grandson for the first time.
"I'd like to introduce to you all, Michael Thomas Weasley." Hermione smiled. "Aside from being a week and a half early, he's fine."
Harry and Draco moved forward to get a better look at the sleeping baby. He was completely bald. "He really likes to move!" Draco noticed. Michael was moving his arms and legs around, occasionally kicking Hermione.
"He's beautiful." Harry smiled.
"He certainly is!" Mr. Weasley walked over to his wife.
"Hello! Has the baby come yet?" Bill and Ginny Weasley entered the room.
"Yes." Ron answered. He took his son from Hermione and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
"We should go," Harry announced, "it's getting a bit crowded, I don't want to overwhelm Michael."
"Oh, you don't have to go!" Hermione insisted. Just as she finished talking, Fred and George entered.
"We'll come visit tomorrow." Draco assured.
"O.K." Ron smiled. "See you then."
When Harry and Draco returned home, they found Narcissa sitting on the couch waiting.
"Mother! You should be getting rest!" Draco scolded.
"Nonsense!" Narcissa waved her hand in the air. "Boy or girl?"
"Boy, Michael Thomas Weasley." Harry answered.
"Now, will you go to sleep?" Draco asked.
Narcissa laughed. "Don't worry about me dear." She got up and headed for the stairs.
"She really shouldn't be up! She needs rest! And it's nearly midnight!" Draco muttered.
"She's fine love!" Harry kissed his husband. "Come on, I do believe you owe me a fuck."
Draco grinned and followed his husband up the stairs. "Just be careful, I don't want you to reopen your scars." Harry warned.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Trust me, you'll know if I reopen any scars." Harry smiled and kissed Draco. Draco moaned and struggled to get Harry's clothes off. Harry cast a silencing spell as Draco prepared everything.
Within moments, Draco was inside Harry. The feeling was almost too much for Draco, he hadn't been inside Harry in so long and it felt so good. He moved rapidly in and out of Harry. Harry began to pump his cock, turning Draco on even more and almost pushing him to the edge.
Harry came, muttering Draco's name and causing Draco to empty his load into Harry. The young men collapsed, breathing hard, and cuddled.
"Draco?" Harry asked after recovering.
"Why did you show up the day…you know. Snape said the Aurors were taking you to a safe place."
"He lied. He didn't want you to worry about me. I snuck away as soon as we rescued my mum." Draco answered.
"What?! I'm safe aren't I? And I gave you motivation to kill Voldemort!"
"No but! Everything turned out ok. There's no need to get angry about it." Draco spoke simply. Harry sighed but decided that Draco was right.
"What happened after he cut me?" Draco asked.
"I shot the killing curse at him and everything went still. My wand sucked the magic out of everyone's wands, except for Dumbledore's and Voldemort's, and he said I really was the best wizard in the world or something and…he died…" Harry shuddered. Draco put his arm around Harry's waist.
"Why did Voldemort's and Dumbledore's wands still work?" Draco asked.
"I don't know…maybe because they're so powerful."
"Ah. That makes sense."
The two laid in silence until Draco finally fell asleep. Harry smiled and kissed Draco before falling asleep himself.
"Welcome home!" Draco opened the door to the twin's nursery. Harry laid Avariella in her cradle and Draco laid Cyrus in his. Narcissa had decorated the room beautifully. The walls were a pale yellow and the ceiling was blue with clouds that changed to stars at nighttime. There were two dressers on one wall and two cradles in the center of the room.
The twins were still very small but they were incredibly healthy and strong. For the moment, both were asleep and peaceful looking. Though Harry and Draco both knew that the babies had a good set of lungs.
"Hey!" Hermione and Ron entered with a sleeping Michael. He had already started to grow a few strands of the trademark Weasley-Red hair.
"Hello!" Harry greeted his best friends. "Hello cutie!" Harry touched Mike's cheek gently. The baby woke up and started to cry. Ron started hushing his son and took him out of the room so he wouldn't wake Avariella and Cyrus.
"Sorry…" Harry muttered.
Hermione laughed. "It's alright!"
Avariella woke up and began to scream. Ron re entered the room as Draco rushed over to calm Avariella down. But it was too late; Cyrus was awake and crying as well. Harry couldn't help but laugh as he went to pick up his son. The next few years certainly would be interesting.
A/N: Ok, Ok so I was like an hour off of the update in a week thing…oops. I decided to rewrite the end and I JUST finished, meaning that half of this is un-betaed. Meagan is visiting her father in California so she wouldn't have been able to get to it for a good two to three weeks. So I figured, better up un-betaed then not up at all… Almost at the end!