Chapter Fifteen

Leon paced up and down, throwing glances to the bed Harry was laying on, turned onto his front because of his healing back, the wound still large and painful looking despite the healing that Severus had given until they had managed to get Harry to St Mungo's and the healers there had worked on him.

But even with that healing, the wound was nasty looking, painful and made him wince every time he looked at it, and the healers had told them that they had done everything that they could do, and it was up to him to heal, and to wake up. They had said that he would be left with quite a bad scar, nothing that they could do about that.

Mikhail was sitting next to Harry's bed, where they had barely moved since they had arrived the day before, his young face stressed and strained as he gazed at Harry, his hands holding one of Harry's tightly. Draco was sitting next to him, doing his best to look after Mikhail as he fretted over his friend as well.

Lucius, Narcissa and Severus were also squashed into Harry's private room, none of them wanting to leave Harry. Abraxus and Neville walked in, both looking absolutely furious as they shut the door and walked to their own seats.

"Well?" Lucius asked in a clipped manner that no one took personally.

"They have said that they can not move him yet, but the minute he is well enough to be moved they will be moving him to Azkaban," Abraxus grumbled.

"Even though he is the one that attacked Harry and they are on the same floor?!" Leon spat.

"Even then. They did not seem to appreciate that we said we did not care if he died in transit," Neville grit out looking at his friend laying on the bed. The mix of the cruciatus and sectumsepra had had an unknown reaction, and the Healers were all concerned.

Mikhail looked drawn and exhausted, he had barely slept, snoozing only off and on before jerking awake.

"He will be lucky to make it alive to Azkaban when they transport him anyway, the press have gone mad with this," Lucius sighed.

"I can't believe that he has lost control that much that he attacked Harry in the middle of the corridor with people around, and then tried to attack Severus," Abraxus frowned shaking his head. "I don't trust him being so close by," He added with a growl.

"Fuck what the Healers say!" Lucius snarled, standing and started casting wards on the doorway. Narcissa and Leon watched him for only a second before they stood and mimicked him, casting wards on all four walls in the room for good measure, just in case.

"'E ees so still," Mikhail said quietly, and they all looked to him, it was the first thing that he had said in hours.

"It is unusual to see him so still, he is normally in constant action," Abraxus huffed.

"He will be ok, he is too stubborn for anything else," Draco smiled at his cousin, gripping his free hand tightly.

"'E 'ad better be," Mikhail sighed.

"You can't go in there! There are too many people in there already!" One of the Healer's voices came from outside the door before it opened.

"I suggest Madame you ztep away!" Fleur bit out furiously, squaring up to the healer as Bill, Fred, George and Lee slipped around her and into the room.

"How is he doing?" Bill asked concerned as Fleur argued with the Healer.

"He is ok, they have healed him as much as they can, they say that it is just waiting for his body to recover now, between the curse and the blood loss, they are a little concerned, but he should wake soon," Leon assured them.

"I can't believe it. Severus are you alright?" Bill asked as he transfigured a chair and settled down into it.

"Abraxus mentioned that you are pregnant," George said concerned.

"I am ok, Harry...he made sure that I wasn't hit," Severus sighed.

"Seems we're going to be due around the same time," Lee said softly brushing Harry's fringe from his eyes before he settled into the seat Fred transfigured from him.

"You're pregnant?" Abraxus perked up.

"We were going to tell Harry this weekend," Fred smiled a little sadly.

"Congratulations," Abraxus said warmly.

"Thank you," Lee smiled. "And to you as well," He added to Severus, Nercissa and Lucius.

"As much as I dread another generation from those Hellions, congratulations," Severus said with an actual smile.

"You're still sore about the swamp," George chuckled.

"Two weeks it took me to take it down," Severus grumbled.

"What 'appened?" Mikhail asked softly.

"What happened was that I spent five hours stuck in a swamp before the House Elves managed to get me out, and then I got stuck four more times, because the damned thing kept moving!" Severus grumbled, and even though it was obvious that he was putting it on to try and distract Mikhail the younger man smiled a little, tightening his hand around Harry's but turned a little more to face them as Fleur dropped into another seat, clearly having won the argument.

"...I dodged in and out of every damn tapestry that I could find so that I could follow him, I was so sure that he was going to be doing something horrific that I could report him for, something that he would get into trouble for. By the time he walked out of the kitchens with his snack I was covered in dust bunnies and things that I did not even want to consider, and he wandered off with his snack!" Draco grumbled.

"I wondered what you had been up to, I was going to ask but your face looked like thunder," Severus chuckled.

"I was furious, I was so sure he had been sneaking around up to no good, and he was going for a bloody snack," Draco huffed.

"I think you were just jealous that he knew where the kitchens were and how to get in," Neville teased.

"I knew how after that, I watched him tickle the pear," Draco smirked.

"Is that a euphemism?!" Leon coughed.

"No it is how you gain access into the kitchens, there is a painting of a bowl of fruit, and you tickle the pear to gain access," George laughed.

"But….why?" Mikhail asked baffled.

"This is a castle with moving staircases and the most random and ridiculous of school songs," Lucius shrugged.

"But...tickling it," Mikhail muttered.

"Yes," Fred chuckled.

"What do you want to eat?" Leon asked his son as he stood with a groan and stretched.

"I am not 'ungry," Mikhail shook his head.

"I know, but you need to eat something," Leon wrapped his arm around his shoulders, the others filing out to leave them alone.

"Eet 'as been three days," Mikhail said softly.

"I know, but the healers say that he is ok. Harry will wake, I know he will. But you have to look after yourself as well," Leon urged.

"...something light zen, zoup," Mikhail sighed turning back to Harry, holding tighter onto Harry's hand. He barely heard his father leaving as he turned back to Harry.

The healers had moved him onto his back now, his wound sealed and healed enough that they were happy it was safe for him to lay on it, though his torso was wrapped heavily in bandages, spells cast on them to relieve any pressure on the wounds, and the bed charmed to prevent it as well. He looked too pale still, but there was a little more colour in his cheeks that gave Mikhail hope.

Sighing shakily feeling tears burning his eyes yet again he lifted Harry's hand to his forehead, resting against the large, warm hand that had held his so gently so many times, gripping him firmly and in amour. He sucked in a deep breath.

"Henri, please wake up, please. I will not even be mad zat you pushed him," Mikhail said softly.

"I will take you...up on that," The hoarse voice had Mikhail looking up with a gasp. Green eyes were cracked open to look at him.

"Henri! You are awake!" Mikhail lunged to his feet.

"Not if you...take that back," Harry managed to smile.

"I won't...I won't...I promise, Henri!" Mikhail was aware of hot tears now streaming down his face.

"Shhh, shhh… it is ok," Harry managed to wrap his arm around Mikhail's waist and tugged him closer. "I...am sorry,"

"Your back!" Mikhail protested.

"It is fine, come here," Harry urged him onto the bed, wrapping his arm as tightly as he could manage, which was to say not very to his annoyance, around Mikhail, rubbing his back gently. "Shh, it is ok,"

"Eet 'as been three days Henri! I was zo worried!" Mikhail cried.

"I am sorry I worried you," Harry kissed his forehead. "I did not expect him to react...this way. I knew he was...not stable, but not...to this point. Severus, and the baby, are they…"

"Zey are fine, you protected zem. And Aunty Narcissa made quick work of Dumbledore right after," Mikhail stroked Harry's fringe from his face.

"I am sorry Mikhail, I mis...calculated," Harry sighed.

"Eet ees ok, I was angry at first because I was zo scared, but eet ees ok, eet ees ok, I love you," Mikhail kissed his cheek.

"Marry me?" Harry said, and Mikhail pulled back wide eyed to stare at him. "I had this whole thing planned, it was going to be horrifically romantic as helped to be planned by Draco, but...marry me?"

"You 'ave to be kidding me!" Mikhail glared down at him.

"Is that a no?" Harry shrunk a little into his pillow.

"Of course eet ees not! Of course I will marry you! You are a cheeky bugger zo! You get yourself into trouble and zen propose!"

"At least I can only do it once as a way to get out of trouble," Harry grinned.

"Impossible!" Mikhail laughed shaking his head.

"Can I have a kiss?" Harry smiled winningly at him. Mikhail laughed weakly before leaning down to kiss Harry, the touch of lips not much more than that, both aware of the state that Harry was still in.

Half an hour later the others walked back in to find two occupants on the bed, both fast asleep. Mikail had his face pressed into Harry's shoulder and had an arm thrown carefully over his stomach, Harry had his arms wrapped around Mikhail, his hand fisted into Mikhail's shirt.

"Do you think he…" Neville asked hopefully.

"Mikhail wouldn't have moved him, he has to have woken," Leon heaved a sigh of relief.

"Finally," Draco scrubbed a hand over his face. Tiredly and worn down all of them dropped into their abandoned chairs and relaxed finally, after far too many days.

"Ztop being so grumpy!" Mikhail sighed, kissing Harry's cheek to ease his words. Indeed Harry was sitting perched on the edge of the hospital bed looking beyond grumpy, fed up and annoyed.

"I want to get out of here!" Harry huffed.

"Being a grump eez not going to make zat 'aporn faster," Mikhail smiled.

"I feel fine!" Harry muttered.

"You had your back sliced open through the spine Lord Potter, you're lucky to be sitting up right now," The Healer who was checking his wound said with unending patience.

"You would not be stuck eer eef you 'ad not…"

"You said you forgave me for that!" Harry whined.

"I am not sure zat you 'ad not been awake for two days and were waiting for me to zay eet! Eet was very convenient!" Mikhail huffed.

"That is far more Slytherin, I am most definitely sweet and innocent Gryffindor," Harry smiled brightly at his love who snorted in laughter making Harry pout.

"You are neither of zose things dear," Mikhail chuckled, he reached out and brushed his fingers through Harry's hair. "I love you anyway,"

"I love you too," Harry smiled softer.

"All done, you are healing very well Lord Potter, another couple of days and you can be released into your intended's care," The Healer said smiling as she tapped his shoulder and he was wrapped completely in bandages again.

"I have told you to call me Harry," Harry waved.

"Lord Malfoy's glare is more frightening than your puppy dog eyes are sad," The Healer laughed as she walked out.

"Are they still having something to eat?" Harry asked Mikhail as his younger love helped him turn and lay back down on the bed. As much as he was grumbling he was feeling exhausted, and sore, he dropped back against the pillows with a sigh.

"Yes," Mikhail fussed over his blankets for a moment for settling down onto the side of the bed, curling his legs under him and resting his weight onto his hand on the other side of Harry's legs.

"We're going to have to tell them that we are engaged," Harry mumbled tiredly.

"You mean your romantic bedside proposal," Mikhail teased. "You need to be awake for longer than half an hour for us to tell them,"

"But that is the perfect...time. When Draco starts lecturing me about how...unromantic I was, I can...sleep through it," Harry said through his yawns.

"We will tell zem, together once we are 'ome," Mikhail smiled.

"Are you...regretting your answer?" A green eye opened and looked at Mikhail concerned.

"Non! Not one second thought, I am zo 'appy. And once you're better I am going to drive you mad planning ze wedding," Mikhail leant forward and kissed Harry sweetly, cupping his face and leaning into him gently, he chuckled when Harry tried to wrap his arms around him but he was far too sleep to do it properly.

Mikhail moved up the bed and shuffled so that Harry was resting his head against his shoulder, the elder's arm thrown over his stomach. He picked up the book that he had been reading and settled back into it as Harry started snoring against him before he could finish the first line of his book.

"Ready?" Bill asked before he and Leon helped Harry to his feet, Mikhail grabbing his packed bag from the bed.

"This is ridiculous," Harry huffed as it took him a second to get his legs moving.

"You were seriously hurt," Severus said firmly.

"This is what we get when we try to rescue each other," Harry grinned at him as he got his legs moving, Bill and Leon supporting him.

"Indeed, clearly quite a terrible idea," Severus snorted, the hint of guilt on Severus' face disappearing.

"You had better name that baby after me," Harry grinned.

"Not a chance in hell," Severus said brightly.

"What is hell?" Draco muttered annoyed to Neville.

"Come on! At least a H name!"

"Nope!" Severus smirked.

"Honestly you're like an old married couple," Lucius snorted.

"We are not!" Harry said horrified.

"Take that back right now if you want sex ever again!" Severus glared.

"Gross," Draco grimaced.

"Lord Potter! LORD POTTER BLACK HOW ARE YOU? WHAT HAPPENED? WHY WERE YOU IN FOR SO LONG?" The shouts had them all freezing and staring with mild shock and horror at the hoard of reporters that were standing clearly waiting for them by the exit.

"While we appreciate your concern for Lord Potter-Black, and your worry for his health is heartwarming, however he has not long been able to leave his bed, and we need to get him home and off of his feet. We will release a statement later in the week in regard to the trauma that he has been through, and how his recovery is going. But for now we ask that you be respectful and allow us through and to get him home," Lucius stepped forward and spoke to the crowd, and Harry watched with awe as the press parted like he had used a spell.

He didn't quite believe that it had been that easy until they stepped through to the apparation room and Leon took him to apparate them back to the manor, standing there blinking stunned at the fact that they had been allowed to just pass through with no more questions shouted at him, even though they had clearly been desperate to do so.

He settled back onto the sofa and watched fondly as Mikhail fussed around him, making sure that he was comfy on the sofa and propped up comfortably, making sure that he had a blanket over them, making sure that he had a drink and just generally fluttering around him while he sat there on the sofa and basked in the care that he was being given.

"What is that look for?" Mikhail asked, settling down at his side finally. Harry wrapped his arm around his shoulder and settled back onto the sofa, careful of his back, unaware of the others stepping into the room behind them.

"I got sick when I was seven, once I became too ill to do the chores around the house and cook their meals the Dursleys just threw me into the cupboard and left me there. I think they didn't really care if I died or not, as long as I was out of the way. Having everyone around, caring and wanting to help look after me, everyone being reluctant to leave my hospital room is just so odd to me. I know I have been a little grumpy, but it really means a lot to me, having you all here and being with me while I am healing,"

"I wish zat I could…" Mikhail grit his teeth just as Leon settled his hand onto Harry's shoulder and squeezed it gently, Abraxus dropping down onto the sofa beside Harry.

"I think that we all wish we could do something about those monsters, but then we know that you would not want that, instead we can promise that we are always going to be with you Harry, especially when you need us, or even just want us near, you only need but ask," Leon said gently, combing his fingers through Harry's hair.

"Zat will be made easier as Henri proposed to me, and I 'ave said yes," Mikhail said, a little nervously as he looked over his family.

"And when, exactly, did this happen?" Leon narrowed his eyes on Harry who gulped.

"I know that traditionally I should have asked you first, but with everything that happened, I wasn't really thinking that clearly and just wanted to ask and…."

"I asked when Harry," Leon said lowly.

"When I first woke in the hospital," Harry gulped.

"No!" Leon whined.

"Yes!" Lucius whooped, actually doing some sort of dance in his seat. "You all owe me, you all owe me!"

"You bet on uz?" Mikhail narrowed his eyes.

"Technically we bet on him and his Gryffindor impulsiveness," Draco narrowed his eyes at Harry before tugging out his coin pouch and started counting out coins, rolling their eyes Narcissa and Severus were already handing theirs over.

"Et tu?" Harry glared at Bill, Fleur, Fred, George and Lee as they handed their coins over.

"You couldn't have waited a day later?" Abraxus scowled throwing across his coin purse.

"Zo, you are not mad?" Mikhail tilted his head to look at his father who was counting out his coins.

"Mad of course not, I am happy for you, you both. I am gaining a son, why would I be angry," Leon smiled at them.

"Henri," Mikhail smiled fondly, seeing the tears in Harry's eyes.

"I am ok," He laughed.

"So, a wedding to plan!" Draco clapped his hands.

"Dear Merlin," Harry groaned.

"You can not change your mind now Henri!" Mikhail said brightly.

"Don't know what you're laughing about this will be a trial run for Draco," Harry smirked at Neville, who quickly stopped laughing as he and Draco turned bright red.

"Hmm, we have missed a conversation, what with all the drama around what happened to Harry," Lucius narrowed his eyes at Neville.

"Leave him alone!" Draco declared pointing his finger in his father's face.

"Draco…" Lucius started to say but Draco looked even firmer.

"I mean it father, if you scare him off I will find a...a...a goblin to marry!" Draco threatened.

"Don't look at us like that, he gets being so dramatic from you," Severus said, but his tone was far too fond to really be biting.

"Fine," Lucius rolled his eyes with a huff, and Neville looked as though he were going to pass out with relief.

"So, I am home, what happened with Dumbledore," Harry asked looking around the room who had purposefully kept stum about the Headmaster as he healed in the hospital.

"Well Narcissa did a number on him after he tried to attack me, he was clearly not happy that I was not his loyal little puppet, he got taken to St Mungo's with you," Severus rolled his eyes.

"Something that we were not happy about," Leon scowled.

"At all," Bill nodded.

"He was shipped out to Azkaban the day before you woke. Amelia Bones has gotten involved, and there will be a trial for him. He cast an unforgivable on a student, and then tried to murder one of his teachers, the public are on fire about it, it is all that they are talking about," Draco snorted.

"He is being charged with about a dozen things, and a dozen more that they can throw at him. Madame Bones came and asked about the stories that had been posted about Dumbledore recently and the truth behind them, she will be chasing serious charges for a lot of them as well," Neville explained.

"You will likely be called to give evidence against him, I would try and keep it as neutral as possible and not make it too emotional," Lucius said, and Harry grimaced, looking at Mikhail, before looking to Lucius, and Abraxus clearly agreed with the idea.

"I respect your opinion greatly, more and more every day," he started to say and paused, really not wanting to cause an argument, and really not wanting to offend them.

"But?" Narcissa pushed.

"But, to get the most effective result, I think being emotional and honest completely is the best way to go, trying to hide things, or maintain a mask only creates a lack of sympathy, and you become the suspicious one. The Malfoy reputation is...dodgy, because you all walk around with this shield between you and the world, acting as though you are better than everyone else, which I know despite the fact that you all have a lot of pride, correctly so, that is not really what you think. But the lack of emotion you allow yourselves to show, has created a negative reputation for you all," Harry grimaced a little more once he was finished.

"Hmm, but revealing emotion allows people to see weakness," Draco frowned.

"Do you think that Harry is weak for what he went through at the hands of his family? For what happened with Dumbledore? Do you think I am weak for my childhood with Grandmother?" Neville asked softly.

"No of course not! It makes you...stronger in my eyes," Draco's face completely changed and he looked at Harry and Neville with understanding, Mikhail slipped his fingers into Harry's.

"We are not saying that you need to walk around displaying every single emotion that you are feeling, and there will be some people that see things and think that it is a weakness, but that can work to your advantage as well, because people underestimate you," Harry shrugged. "We are saying this because we care about you all, and we have had the lucky chance to see the real you, but the feeling that you give off, it doesn't work positively for you anymore, rather the opposite,"

"Perhaps...perhaps you are right, it may be time for us to change," Abraxus frowned.

"All that we ask is that you consider it, and maybe see what the papers say tomorrow about you after seeing you clearly supporting and caring for me today," Harry smiled.

"Zere we go," Mikhail said gently as he finished rubbing the paste into Harry's back gently, tapping it to rewrap it in bandages. Severus had taken one look at the paste the hospital had supplies, snuffed it, and thrown it out before disappearing to make his own. "Do you want to roll over?"

"Hmm, no, I'm ok here," Harry sighed contentedly. Mikhail leant forward and kissed the back of Harry's neck, combing his fingers through Harry's hair as he started humming softly, it sounded like a classical piece, and Harry found himself sinking further into the bed, despite the fact that he had been protesting that he was not tired yet, he felt his eyes slipping shut and drawing him deep into sleep.

"Mikhail," Leon said softly from the doorway, motioning him over once he had his attention. Mikhail made sure that Harry was covered with the blanket before he stood and made his way over to his father, tucking his long hair nervously behind his ear he looked up at his father nervously.

"Ees zis about the proposal?" Mikhail asked.

"It is yes," Leon smiled and gripped his son's shoulder gently. "You know that I like Harry, and I care about him greatly…"

"Are you angry about eet?" Mikhail interrupted wringing his hands together.

"I am not angry I promise, calm down," Leon chuckled taking Mikhail's other shoulder. "What I was going to say is, I care about him greatly, and I know that he would never pressure you into anything, but I wanted to make sure that becoming engaged now is definitely what you want and that you did not jump into it too quickly because of Harry's injury,"

"Non, I would 'ave zaid yes even had he proposed at the romantic setting I am sure Draco 'ad planned for 'im and let 'im zink eet was 'is idea," Mikhail chuckled.

"Knowing your cousin that is true," Leon snorted. "As long as you are happy, and it is what you wanted, that I am overjoyed for you, I just needed to make sure as your father that you had not reacted to the events,"

"I am 'appy, zo 'appy. Even wiz all zis, I am zo 'appy," Mikhail laughed. "Eet still feels unreal, az though zis ees a dream, but I am 'appy,"

"Your mother would have loved him, and been so happy to see that you have found someone who loves you as honestly and openly as he does. I am so proud of you Mikhail, you have grown into such a fine young man, and I have been so proud of the way that you have been looking after Harry these last few days as well. You will be good for each other I think," Leon kissed his forehead and hugged him closer.

"I love you," Mikhail squeezed him tightly as he tugged him back. "Will you come and talk wiz me? I don't want to leave Henri while 'e ees still zo sore and tired,"

"Of course," Leon chucked and went back into the room with Mikhail.

"What the fuck," Harry muttered to himself staring at the blond head that was laying next to him on the pillow. He had become so used to falling asleep and waking up to a blond head laying on the pillow with him, and he missed it like an ache in his chest when he was at Hogwarts. He still had not gotten used to falling asleep and waking to that sight, and he was unsure that he ever would.

Except this was not his blond!

He was aware of shaking from his other side, and he lifted his head slowly and turned to face the other direction, twisting on his front, and was met with glittering blue eyes of his blond, and not his future father in law.

"We must 'ave fallen asleep talking," MIkhail explained through his laughter.

"That would explain why your father is in bed with us," Harry said mock calmly.

"Is there a problem with that?" Leon's voice said from behind him, and he had to turn again.

"Only in the fact that I had a small heart attack waking up and seeing a different blond next to me than the one that I am used to," Harry snorted.

"Well, the plus of your heart attack being that we can get you up and to breakfast quicker," Leon chuckled rolling out of bed. Between the two of them they managed to get Harry sitting up, always a struggle after he had slept for longer than an hour as the pain and tightness from his back got worse once he tried to move it, and the ache and weakness in his muscles from the cruciatus made him struggle to move.

It was a slow process that had to be done in stages to prevent him from triggering too much pain. Finally though he was on his feet and they were doing an awkward three way shuffled down the hallway to the dining room. They had just passed the living room when there was a banging from behind them from the front door, a desperate hammering that had Harry cursing as he tensed and triggered a spasm through his back.

"I have him," Draco replaced Leon under Harry's arm and he and MIkhail managed to get him into the living room and out of sight of the doorway as he grit his teeth in pain. They had gotten him onto a chair and Draco was casting the spells to ease his back muscles that they had been taught by the healers while Mikhail massaged out his muscles carefully, and not more than a few minutes later Leon, Lucius and Narcissa walked into the room looking a little sleep ruffled and baffled, and behind them was…

"Charlie?!" Harry exclaimed jerking up and cursing loudly at the sight of the redhead standing there in his pyjama bottoms looking frantic.

"I believe he is one of yours," Leon motioned to the tall redhead.

"Harry!" Charlie thundered over, and Harry noticed that he was wearing only one sock, before the redhead descended on him in his muscled fury. "I can't believe it, Bill's letter just reached me and I got leave right away and came I er, are you OK? He said there was muscle damage and something to do with your spine and…"

" Are we under attack?" Draco asked confused as Mikhail watched with narrowed eyes as Charlie moved his hands up and down Harry's body as he rambled, Harry just holding his hands out as much as he was able to to accommodate him.

"Only by a momma dragon," Bill snorted walking into the room.

"This is Charlie, our brother," Fred introduced.

"Our very half naked brother," George snorted rolling his eyes.

"You are in big trouble Mr, just you wait until you are feeling better, I am going to make you think again about doing something as stupid as that, I swear Harry James Potter you are a little shit, and you are in so much trouble!" Charlie was ranting as he finished checking Harry over and stepped back with his hands on his hips.

"Erm…" Leon glanced the younger man over, taking in the muscled chest, arms, wide shoulders and dotted scars and burn marks that made it clear that Charlie could follow through with his threat of making Harry regret it.

"Don't worry, his idea of making him think again is to sit him down and rant at him for three hours," Lee snickered.

"He really is a momma dragon," Fleur nodded.

"We were just on our way to breakfast, would you like to join us?" Abraxus offered, eyeing the half naked man standing in the middle of the living room glaring at Harry unsurely.

"Oh, that would be wonderful thank you so much, I am sorry for barging in like this, I have heard so much about you all from Harry, it is lovely to meet you all," the stern face fell awake, and a bright, warm smile, politely holding his hand out to the head of the family. "Oh, and you are Mikhail!" CHarlie said delightedly spotting the younger man hovering nearby.

"Yes," Mikhail blinked.

"Oh, I have wanted to talk to you for months now, it is so nice seeing him so happy and finally settled, I am looking forward to getting to know you,"

"Oi! You can get to know him over breakfast, I am hungry, help me up," Harry sighed holding his arm up.

"Up we go," Charlie hefted Harry to his feet, Draco taking his other side. "Take your time, it is fine," he added softly when Harry growled in annoyance when his feet wouldn't move right away.

"It is frustrating!" Harry growled.

"Of course it is, but give it time and you will be back to normal, just be patient with yourself and allow yourself to heal, otherwise you will take longer to heal," Charlie smiled kissing Harry's temple. "There we go," He said as Harry started shuffling.

"So Charlie, what is it that you do?" Leon asked as they made their way down the hallway, all still a little bemused.

"Oh, you're the dragon keeper!" Draco snapped his fingers together, finally putting two and two together.

"That's me, I am the cool brother!" Charlie grinned over his shoulder.

"That would be me," Bill protested.

"Sorry but that would be us!" Fred and George chorused.

"I am sorry, but I 'ave zeen your colour coordination, you are not cool," Mikhail snorted.

"We are going to get along very well," Charlie laughed.