NOTE: Someone pointed out that the number of dead (44) did not match with the number of how many women, men, and children who died in the final attack. And they're right! The number of people I mentioned were civilians caught in the cross-fire. The extra 10 that I did not (and the fault was my own) were aurors who were actually there for the purpose of fighting Voldemort and his army. Sorry for leaving this out, and now you know! On with the story!

Veela Child, Moon Child

by: Twilight Goddess7

Chapter 17: Confrontation


by: Rita Skeeter

It has been just over three years since the mysterious disappearances of Draco Lucian Malfoy and Harrison James Potter. On the day of Malfoy's highly anticipated wedding to Amaryllis Potter (Harrison Potter's sister), family members and friends discovered the two young men to be missing. It has been debated for these three years past, why exactly they disappeared and under what circumstances. Some say they were kidnapped and/or murdered, others, that they ran away on their own free will. But one thing is clear: they simply vanished, leaving no clues as to where they were.

Imagine this reporter's surprise, then, when she spotted a pair of men exactly matching Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter's descriptions, exiting 'The Three Broomsticks' in Hogsmeade together last night. They were both carrying large bundles in their arms and were wearing concealing black robes. They walked in the direction of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, then vanished onto it's grounds.

Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, was unable to be reached for comment, though several shopkeepers in Hogsmeade (including the owner of 'The Three Broomsticks) claimed to have seen the men, and agreed that they were identical to the missing Potter and Malfoy.

Was this just a coincidence, or have Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter truly returned? This reporter must state her certainty that those two young men are indeed the missing…

Draco threw the newspaper down in disgust and turned to Harry, who was sitting with his head in his hands. Draco knew that his husband wasn't happy about this new development.

"Perhaps it's better this way. My parents and yours will certainly come here to hound Dumbledore for answers. We might as well get it over with," he pointed out, spooning some rice cereal into Sakura's mouth.

"Daddy otay?" Tai asked innocently, his green eyes meeting his dad's. Harry smiled at him and pulled him into his lap.

"Daddy is fine, Tai. Both of us are. We are just a little worried," he sighed, gently brushing a silky blonde curl out of his son's eyes. The boy snuggled close, turning his bright eyes on his daddy and watching his sister eat. They sat in silence for a while, the two men thinking over their present dilemma.

A knock at the door ended all of that.

"Come in," Draco called absentmindedly. Both boys looked up, however, when Severus entered, shutting the door quickly behind him.

"Sev, what is it?" Draco asked. Severus seated himself next to Harry, a violent frown on his face.

"Your parents have arrived, along with Mr. Potter's sister. They want answers," he growled. Little Tai watched his "grandpa" getting angry, and his face crumpled.

"Gampa otay?" He whimpered. Severus's gaze softened and he looked guiltily down at his grand-godson.

"Grandfather is fine, TK," he said softly, taking the boy into his arms as Harry handed him over. Tai hugged Severus' neck and pressed his cheek to the older man's.

"Gampa mad?"

"No…just a little. Grandpa's frustrated," he sighed. Seeing the little boy didn't understand, he smiled slightly and looked over at Draco and Harry. They were huddled over their daughter, cleaning her up from her latest meal. She was smiling happily, glad for the attention, and she smiled even brighter when Harry raised her high up in the air and Draco blew a raspberry against her stomach. She giggled and squealed, causing Severus to wince slightly.

"What are you two planning on doing?" He finally questioned, when the two young men had ended their attentions to her.

"We are going to tell them the truth. Then we are going to tell them to stay out of our lives," Draco said simply. Severus smirked at this, while Harry worked to hide a smile.

"In all honesty, we are not sure. We will see when the time comes," he said lightly, placing a comforting hand on Draco's arm.

"Well, the time has come. Dumbledore wants you four up in his office as soon as possible," Severus announced, standing up and maneuvering the little blonde onto his hip. Harry and Draco glanced at each other, frowning slightly.

"Fine. Let's get this over with," Draco sighed, picking up his daughter. Severus handed Tai back to Harry and then walked out of the room with them.

"Good luck," he murmured, before going down to the dungeons. Harry and Draco watched him go, before making their way up to Dumbledore's office.

"Dumbledore, tell us the truth! Are Draco and Harry here?" James Potter shouted, his eyes flaring. He was not in a good mood. He had spent the last stressful month writing up his class schedules and lesson agendas for the DADA class he had begun to teach three years ago, only to read this morning that his son and his would-be son-in-law were quite possibly hiding at the very school he taught at!

His shock knowing no bounds, he had woken his wife, daughter, and the Malfoys to give them the news. Then, together, they made their way to Hogwarts. To their surprise, Dumbledore did not seem surprised. On the contrary, his eyes sparkled with understanding the moment they walked through his office door. It was then that James knew. Dumbledore knew something he was not telling. Hence, James' question.

"Yes, they are."

At this, Amaryllis gave a happy squeal and Narcissa gave a cry of relief. Lily smiled though her tears, while James and Lucius shared suspicious looks.

"How long have they been here?" Lucius snapped. Dumbledore smiled disarmingly at him.

"Only a few days, now. I offered Mr. Potter a job and he accepted," he said calmly.

"Wait! How did you know where Harry was, and why is Draco here?" James asked.

"Harry and I have maintained contact throughout the last three years. And Draco is here because Severus offered to take him as an assistant."

"I'm afraid that's impossible. Draco is going to work in the ministry. There's a place that has been open for him since he left school," Lucius said smoothly.

"There you go again, controlling my life without any thought about what I might want."

The group turned, to see a cold-faced Draco Malfoy standing in the doorway, his eyes flaring.

"Draco! Darling!" Narcissa ran forward, enveloping her son in a monstrous hug. Draco stood stiffly in her grasp, not returning the embrace. She didn't seem to care, though.

"Draco! I missed you so much, love!" Amy ran forward, raising her lips for a kiss as she hugged him. Draco raised his face beyond her reach and pushed her away, none-too-gently.

"Draco, what did you mean by that?" Lucius asked. Draco frowned, going over to stand beside Dumbledore.

"Mean by what?"

"What you said at the door. That we controlled your life."

Draco snorted bitterly.

"As if you don't know. Why do you think I ran away three years ago? Why do you think I avoided getting involved in the whole Potter-Malfoy union? Why do you suppose I wanted a black wedding? BLACK, father! That should have given you a hint, at the very least," Draco spat. His audience looked at him in confusion.

"Draco…I'm not sure we are following you…" Lily trailed off as Draco's deadly glare fell on her.

"Then let me spell it out for you in simple terms so you can understand. I am not going to work for the ministry. I am not going to turn down Severus for this job opportunity. And above all else…I REFUSE TO MARRY THAT BITCH!"

The three Potters and two Malfoys stared at the boy in shock. Then, awareness began to dawn on them. Amaryllis's eyes filled with tears. Narcissa stared at her son in horror. Lucius and James both gained angry expressions on their faces. Lily looked shocked. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.

"Draco, you apologize to your fiancé right now, young man," Lucius said in a dangerously low voice. Draco shot him a sneer.

"Me? Me, apologize? YOU apologize!"

"What reason do we have to do that?" James shot back.

"For putting me through hell my last year of school. For forcing me to even consider marriage to that thing you call a daughter. For not considering my feelings on these matters. For not paying attention to the warning signs. So many things. But do I get one apology? NO!" Draco snapped.

"Putting you though hell?" Amy whimpered, her tears nearly overcoming her.

"Yes! Pure, undiluted Hell! Wedding plans, flowers, clothing, guests, shit-this, and shit-that. 'Oh Draco, look at this dress!' 'Oh Draco, look at these pretty flowers!' 'These preparations won't make themselves, you know!'," he raised his voice to sound girly, glaring at each woman who had said that line, in turn. First Amy quelled, then Lily, and finally, Narcissa.

"Then dad thinks it's funny to tease me about that nightmare he called a wedding-night. I mean come on! I wanted a black wedding for Merlin's sake! I didn't want to marry her! I never have, and I never will! I would die before you forced to share my bed with her," he announced, motioning to the sobbing Amy.

"And anyway, I don't swing that way," he muttered as an afterthought. But they all heard.

"WHAT?!" The group shrieked. Draco smirked.

"That's right. I like boys. Sexy, erotic, MEN."

His audience was stunned, staring at him in shock and horror.

"Why in the hell do you think I ran away? I never once planned on marrying her! I had a lover anyway, and I wasn't about to part with him," Draco said calmly.

"Who?" Asked Narcissa weakly. Draco's smirk widened.

"You won't like it. Not at all," he murmured, his eyes turning towards the door. Everyone did a slow turn, and Lily gave a shriek when she saw who was in the doorway.

There stood Harry Potter, with a breathtaking toddler at his feet and an adorable baby in his arms.

"Harry!" Lily stood and made to go over to him, but he held up his free hand to stop her. The little boy at his feet whimpered in slight fear, and then ran (as fast as a two and a half year old could) to Draco. Draco gently lifted the young boy into his arms and held him close.

"Mother, Father, Mr. Potter, Mrs. Potter…may I introduce you to my lover, Harry?" Draco asked mischievously.

It was then that the truth hit their audience like a brick. The reason Draco was so opposed to his engagement to Amy. The reason Harry seemed disgusted and angry by the thought of Amy and Draco marrying. The reason the two boys had been found to have run away at the same time, and then returned together three years later.

"You…you two…together…" Lily stammered out, the true horror of the situation hitting her in full.

"Yes, us two, together. We've been together almost since we first met again in seventh year. To give us some credit…we had little choice," Harry said calmly.

"Little choice? LITTLE CHOICE?! Harrison James Potter, you have cheated with my fiancé for the past four years, and all you have to say is that you had 'little choice'?!" Amy shrieked, her anger overcoming her. Both boys turned death-glares on her but she didn't back down.

"Yes, bitch, little choice. When you are what we are, you don't get much say in who you fall in love with. It just happens…but damn it's good!" Draco chuckled. Harry raised an eyebrow and worked not to smile.

"Don't call Amy a…female dog. And what do you mean, when we are what you are?" Lucius asked sharply. Draco sighed.

"You and mother both carry a recessive veela gene, Father. I just happened to gain the two recessives. I am a half-veela. Veelas have mates. Veela's mate for life."

"And Harry is your mate," Lily said slowly, trying to register what was being said.

"Yes. He is my mate, and I am his. You see, most veelas are the dominate party of their relationship…but not me," Draco said nonchalantly.

"Not you?" Narcissa asked weakly.

"No. This can happen under two conditions. Either a veela mates with a dragon, or a veela mates with a Draconian."

"But Draconians are fable! They don't exist!"

"Oh, don't they?" Harry asked lightly, amusement in his eyes. His parents and sister froze, staring at him.

"I would beg to differ. Seeing as I am one, I can tell you that they are not fable, and they do exist. They are just exceedingly rare," he said softly.

"You…you are a draconian?" Amy choked.

"Yes. And Draco is my mate. My submissive mate…and the father of my children."

"Children?" Lucius gasped out, this being too much for even him to handle.

"No father, watermelons. Of course children! Where do you think these two came from?" Draco asked sarcastically, motioning to his son. Tai gave the small crowd a shy look and then buried his face in his daddy's neck. Harry moved to his side, displaying their little girl next to her brother.

"I carried them, I am proud to say. In fact, I was three-months pregnant with Tai when we ran away. Sakura came just under two years later," Draco said proudly.

"You are lovers, you are veela and draconian, and you have children. Anything I'm missing?" James asked quietly. Harry and Draco glanced at each other.

"Well, we have been married for over three years," Harry added thoughtfully.

"Wait! Stop right there, Draco Lucian Malfoy. You mean to tell me that you were knowingly engaged to Amaryllis, and yet you still entered into marriage with this young man?" Lucius looked thunderous.

"Yes! Three months before my supposed wedding with his sister, so we wouldn't have that hanging over our heads. And yes, I was married while you five were still planning my life, my job, and my unwanted wedding," the young man answered his father, staring defiantly into his eyes. Harry stepped forward, putting a hand on his mate's shoulder.

"We were trying to figure out how to tell you, and hoping that you would figure it out for yourselves, but on the night before the wedding, we couldn't take it anymore. We didn't know how to tell you or how you would respond, so we left. We started our own life, together, with no one dictating who we should be with or what jobs we should have. We were quite happy…until we realized that running away from it wasn't the answer. Amy deserves to know why Draco is never going to marry her. You have to understand that you can no longer control Draco and myself. We are adults. We are married. We have children. We are happy together. End of story."

With this, Harry gently led his husband and children out of the room, leaving a satisfied Dumbledore and a speechless family behind.

"I never want to have to go through something like that again," Draco whispered that night, as he lay tangled in bed with his mate. They had spent the day dodging a wrathful Amy, and several parents who seemed determined to bother them for more information. They had finally taken refuge in their rooms, making sure that Dumbledore knew not to tell their families where they were.

"It wasn't as bad as you imagined, you have to admit," Harry said quietly, propping himself up on his elbow and running a hand through his mate's silky blonde hair. Draco smiled up at him.

"No, it wasn't. I don't know quite what I expected, but that wasn't it. But I was hoping to hit your sister a few times, just for good measure," he chuckled, causing Harry to smirk at him.

"Gentlemen don't hit ladies."

"She's no lady," Draco said dryly, his eyes flashing dangerously. Harry could see that his thoughts had returned to the incident from the summer before their seventh year, and he quickly changed the subject.

"I don't think I've ever seen your father look that stunned before. He was absolutely at a loss," Harry chuckled. Draco rolled his eyes.

"He, of all people, should have seen it coming. I mean, it was him that suggested that they leave the engagement relatively open so that if my preferences 'changed', I could be engaged to Adrian instead…"

"That's just wrong," Harry muttered. Draco chuckled.

"I know."

They were both silent for a while, Harry trailing his fingers through his mate's hair, while Draco closed his eyes in enjoyment.

"What are we going to do about school? It starts in a week and a half, you know," he finally managed to say. Harry shrugged.

"I have already planned out my teaching agenda. There will be little written work in the class, and a lot of physical activities, so it will be different than most classes," he commented. Draco smiled.

"You always were one for few words and lots of action," he teased. Harry growled and with a sudden movement, nipped at his mate's nipple rather roughly. Draco gasped and arched, his body immediately responding to the attention.

"And you love it," Harry retorted, before rolling on top of his mate.

Draco never got a chance to respond. He was too far gone from the sensations that his mate was inducing on his body.