The New Mrs. Malfoy

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and anything related to it doesn't belong to me…also the plot line and story of Mrs. Winterbourne don't either. I own nothing…so sue if you like you aren't gonna get much… a few used books and a banged up bicycle.

Summary: Through a complicated mix-up, Harry Potter is mistaken for the widow of a Pure Blooded Aristocrat. Will he be found out or will love finally find him? DM/HP. former SF/HP. Mpreg. AU.

Chapter 1

Seamus Finnigan. If I never heard that name again it would be too soon. But I'm getting way ahead of myself.

My name is Harry. Harry Potter and I grew up in a muggle town called Surrey. My parents died in the war back when I was a baby and I was sent to live with my mother's sister. Me and the Dursley's...well we didn't get along so well. The summer I turned 17, one year short of my graduation from Forrester Academy, a state funded school for muggle born/raised wizards, I left the Dursley's and never looked back.

With all of my worldly possessions in my rucksack I went in search of my destiny. With fate as my guide I began my search in the most logical place I could think of. Magical LONDON. And as luck would so have it, on my first day in London, in the very first place I stopped I ran in to him.

Harry Potter skipped into Diagon Alley from the apparition point located next to Gringotts Wizarding Bank and immediately walked toward the one shop he was familiar with in search of food. The ice cream parlour was sparsely populated and Harry was happy to be able to find a booth to sit in while he ate his apple pie alamode.

He knew he was receiving a few stares from the robe clad magical citizens but there was little he could do about his muggle attire. All he owned were a few hand me downs from Dudley and his second hand school robes, which were several sizes too small. But he didn't care too much. He just made sure to place his wand in plain view as a sign to the curious Wizards that he was indeed one of them and not a lost muggle.

It wasn't long before Harry forgot about the other inhabitants of the shop and lost himself in his thoughts. It was then that he was surprised when a man, a tall Irishman with short sandy brown hair took the seat across from him.

"Hi."

Harry sat still, waiting to see what the stranger wanted.

The man stared him down with his blue incandescent eyes for a moment before smiling and holding out his hand. Harry looked at it oddly and was amazed when the other wizard snapped his fingers and pulled a red rose out of thin air.

"Wow!"

Harry was very impressed. That was a very fancy bit of transfiguration the likes of which he had only seen his teachers perform on rare occasion.

The Irishman smiled another award winning smile and held out the rose to Harry, "I'm Seamus Finnigan."

"I'm Harry Potter." He replied without the slightest hesitation.

Seamus made me feel special and unique and assured me that even though I was muggle raised I was just as worthy as anyone else. Not to mention beautiful. Oh yeah. I fell for him. Moved right in with him. 17 years old and I was in love and living with my 24 year old lover in a great apartment...well an apartment just off of Diagon Alley. I mean once you looked past the drug dealers and the prostitutes, Knockturn Alley really wasn't so bad.

It was okay for a while. Sure Seamus never gave me roses or candy but hey, I had my pick of the best drugs in London (not that I ever touched the stuff). The important thing was he took care of me and all he asked of me in exchange was to do the house work and to let him bugger my brains out two or three times a day.

And Merlin knows I never complained about that. If Seamus Finnigan was good at one thing it was sex.

Life was okay. It really wasn't bad. Well that was until I started to get sick. Every morning like clock work I would be in the loo retching my brains out. It didn't take long for me to put two and two together and to stop by the apothecary.

Harry sat on the window looking out over the street, doing everything in his power NOT to look at the potion in his hands. The potions master clearly said to wait five minutes for the results and Harry was doing his best to be patient and was failing miserably. Every five seconds he looked for the color change and was disappointed every time when nothing had happened.

Then slowly Harry began to notice the change as the mustard yellow liquid began to morph into a brilliant green. Harry dove for the instructions that the potions master had given him to see what this color change meant.

Red...negative. Green... Positive.

Harry looked from the paper back to the vial in his hands and felt the smile on his face grow wider and wider as the green color turned brighter and more vivid.

He was pulled from his stupor when the familiar sounds of Seamus arriving home with his friends echoed through the small one bedroom apartment. Harry dropped the vial and the parchment on to the bed and ran into the living room where Seamus was chugging a beer.

"Where's dinner?"

Harry ignored the question and smiled widely at him, "I'm PREGNANT!"

Seamus froze and stared at his lover stupidly.

"Isn't it great? We're going to have a baby!"

The Irishman then did the last thing Harry expected and set now mostly empty beer down on the counter and began to doubt his claims, "what do you mean your pregnant?"

Harry paused and looked back at the bedroom where the vial and its acid green contents were still in view. "What do you mean what do I mean...I just took a test and it came back positive. I'm pregnant. We gonna have a ba-"

Seamus became furious, "who's the father?"

The question came from left field and Harry was left in shock, "You're kidding right?"

When it became apparent that he wasn't kidding Harry tried to assure his lover of his fidelity, "It's yours who else's could it be. You're the only one and you know it! Honestly Seamus...I'm hardy ever out of your sight."

Seamus became even angrier and approached one of his more thuggish friends, "You've been fucking Harry! Haven't you!"

The man was caught off guard and Harry tried desperately to glare at his boyfriend who was ignoring him. There had been no one else, and Seamus' reaction was atrocious. But Harry's heart froze when the goon said yes. That he had indeed been seeing Harry behind Seamus' back.

Horrified, Harry stepped hesitantly backwards toward the kitchen and away from his irate boyfriend. "He's LYING!"

"You fucking SLUT!" Seamus stormed after him and reached for the bottle of beer he had set aside only moments ago, "get rid of it!"

Harry stared at him in shocked horror. The idea of killing his poor little unborn baby was enough to make him sick, "I'm not getting rid of it!"

Seamus then did the last thing Harry could have seen coming and smashed the bottle against his head shattering it in the process and rendering Harry unconscious.

So ended my relationship with Seamus Finnigan. I spent that night in St. Mungo's and when I went back to Seamus' for my things I found that he had already packed for me. It only took half a day to sort through the dumpster and salvage what I could. But hey, when you're in my position it's best to travel light.

It wasn't long until I started to get bigger and bigger. I lost my job when I started showing and there was no way for me to find another. The pregnancy trapped me. I couldn't venture into the muggle world as big as I was and I couldn't use magic with out risking the health of the baby. So, I was forced to go to the homeless shelter. When my time at the Hufflepuff House ran out I had no where left to go. I was about to spend my first night on the streets. So I returned to Knockturn Alley and went to the pawn brokers to sell the only thing of worth I had left in the world.

The dirty old bald man examined the gold watch thoughtfully before placing back on the counter. "You lookin' to pawn 'r sell?"

Harry looked at his father's watch and took a deep breath, "Sell."

"Wha'chu wan' fer it?"

Harry thought for a moment before looking back at the watch, "50 Galleons."

The old man laughed, "Wha' kin' o' drugs you on boyo?"

Harry glared at the man and gently encircled his arms around his baby bump. "30?"

"I can give ye 10."

He was outraged, "TEN! It's gold! AND Goblin made!"

"Fine fif'een."

"20!" Harry knew it was futile but even a tiny bit more would mean a lot to him.

The man glared at him but softened slightly upon examining the very large baby bump, "16."

Harry looked at the watch and frowned, "17."

The man frowned but nodded gruffly and threw the gold onto the counter and snatched up the watch.

Looking back I don't really know what possessed me. It was probably the singular most ill thought out plan I ever went through with, but I decided to try my luck in a new city. One where I wouldn't have to worry about muggles and where there might be more muggle borns/raised like me who would be willing to help me out. So on that rainy day in November I took my hard won 17 galleons and purchased a ticket to Hangleton, the center and capitol of Magical Great Britain.

Harry clutched the straps to his rucksack tightly and held out his shiny sliver ticket to the attendant standing at the entrance to the large blue steam engine rain pouring down from the sky above. The man looked at him skeptically eyes never leaving Harry's overly large baby belly, placed completely on display by the water logged fabric of his white shirt clinging tightly to his stretched skin.

"What you looking at?" Harry snapped at the man.

"Nothing sir." The man punched a hole in the ticket and motioned for Harry to climb aboard.

Not wasting a second Harry climbed the steps on to the overly crowded train and began looking for a seat, which he found to be an impossible feat. Especially with all of the disapproving stares he was receiving. If there was one thing that Harry had learned in the past five months since he started showing it was that in the wizarding world it was that pregnancy out of wed lock was looked down upon by every walk of life and it didn't take a genius to figure out that a pregnant eighteen year old traveling alone was most certainly NOT married.

Harry hated Seamus for that. Hated him with every fiber of his being for placing him in this position. The hateful faces of the men and women were enough to make him high tail it through the crowd to the next car but the bodies of other passengers trying to place luggage in racks and find seats of their own slowed his movement considerably and allowed him the great pleasure of listening to the comments of the disapproving passengers.

He smiled to himself and gently caressed his baby bump, which was now beginning to flutter to life as the little baby growing there began to wake up from it's nap and begin dancing around. The movements were just what he needed to help him ignore the comments. But halfway through the third car Harry literally ran in to trouble he couldn't ignore.

When the train lurched forward with a jerk Harry fell forward into a very large man who immediately turned on the pregnant teen with a glare "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

Harry felt his face flush and he muttered a quick apology. "I'm sorry sir."

"Sorry? Sorry for slamming into me or for being a waste of space?" The man looked down at Harry's baby bump with a glare, "Trash like you shouldn't be allowed here you little faggot. You and your bastard should be in the steerage car with the other livestock."

Furious, Harry clinched his fist in an effort to not reach for his wand and did the only thing he could think, "Fuck you ass hole! If your oversized Neanderthal arse didn't take up so much room I might have had enough room to pass."

The man turned beet red and began to pull up his sleeves fists clinching threateningly. "You want to say that again you little mudblood cock sucker."

Harry immediately regretted his statement and clutched his large pregnant belly and turned his face away. If he was lucky the man would refrain from attempting to harm his baby. He closed his eyes and waited for the blows to come but they never came. Instead something miraculous happened. Harry felt himself being maneuvered by a delicate hand.

When Harry opened his eyes he looked upon the most beautiful and welcome sight of his entire life.

"Now I don't really think that you want to threaten my husband. Now do you?"

Harry stared in awe at the tall blond man who was now clutching him to his chest brandishing his own wand threateningly at Harry's assailant.

The man gaped like a fish and began to apologize, "I'm so sorry sir. I didn't know."

The tall blond smirked snidely and lowered his wand, "Well maybe next time you will think twice before assaulting an innocent parent to be. Are you alright darling?"

Harry blinked dumbly at the blond and nodded, "Yes. I'm fine."

The man smiled and quickly began to push through the people holding Harry close to him. The rumors stopped instantly and for the first time since he began to show Harry knew what it was like to be normal.

His angel led him through four more cars before Harry found the courage to speak to him. "You won't be able to find a seat. Trust me. This train was over booked when I got my ticket and there were more behind me."

The man turned around and smiled at him, "Nonsince." With a wink he pushed open a compartment door and stepped aside to allow him entrance.

Hesitantly Harry stepped into the compartment and with a smiled began to thank his rescuer. "I can't tell you how grateful I am."

The man smiled kindly and motioned for Harry to take a seat. "It's no problem."

Harry blinked stupidly again when an adjacent door opened and a very good looking very elegantly dressed very pregnant man stepped out of the lavatory and smiled curiously at him.

"Why hello."

The blond man smiled and stood up to free the more comfortable seat for the man bestowing a kiss to him in the process, "I found him and just couldn't bare the thought of leaving him there, honestly love you know how much I love good looking pregnant wizards. Please may I keep him? I promise to feed him and take care of him...OH and he can stay in my room."

The red head smiled beautifully and laughed, "Oh is that so? Alright, who am I to deny you the right to keep him. Of course he may stay, but on one condition."

The man smiled and nodded, "anything."

The red head held out his empty cup to his husband and pouted a little, "Will you please go to the club car and get me a refill?"

"Of course." The blond man smiled and turned to Harry who was playing with his fingernails trying not to look too pathetic, "Would you like anything?"

Harry smiled shyly his hero and shook his head no, "No thank you."

The blond smiled and kissed his husband one last time before heading out the door to retrieve the drink.

Harry immediately mourned the loss of the other man but did his best to remain cheerful. "Your husband is a life saver. I'm Harry by the way."

The man smiled and held out his hand, "I'm so sorry Cory is terrible with introductions. He always forgets. I'm Octavian it's a pleasure to meet you Harry."

Harry shook Octavian's hand and was amazed at how soft his palms were. "Wow, your hands are like silk!"

The man smiled again and began rifle through a trunk that stood by the window. "Thank you. I've been using a new moisturizing potion that Cory brewed for me. I'm glad to know that it's working. Here."

He handed a beautiful glass vial the likes of which Harry had only seen in the apothecary on Diagon Alley when he was a kid. Harry took the vial and began to examine the potion intently. "May I?"

"Oh please help yourself."

Harry gently uncapped the lid and poured a few drops on to his hands, only just enough to cover his hands minimally. With in seconds the oily substance worked it's magic and he felt his rough callused covered hands become several degrees smoother, though no where close to the silky texture of Octavian's. "That's amazing. Did he invent that?"

Octavian smiled, "No. Just brewed it. I'm not too sure where he got the recipe."

Harry ogled his hands some more as Octavian replaced the bottle back in his trunk.

"Cory hates to brew. Something about hating his potions master back in school. He's a fantastic brewer though. He picked it up again as a favor to me." Octavian smiled and sat back on the sofa across from Harry, " He fulfills all of my brewing needs because of the pregnancy."

Harry smiled at the idea of a man who would go to such lengths to help his lover and father of his child, "Do you brew?"

"Occasionally, I'm not especially good but I get by."

"So, where are you two from?"

The other man smiled, "Cory grew up here. I'm from New Zealand, but my father was English as were all of my tutors growing up. I have a few words that are a bit strange but I've been told I could pass as British."

Harry nodded. Octavian had better diction than he himself did and he lived his whole life on the isle.

"I'm going to meet his family for the first time. I'm really nervous."

He tried to smile reassuringly at the red head but he felt for the man. Family wasn't always so welcoming.

"I want it to go well. For Cory. I know how much his family means to him. Not that it doesn't mean a lot to me..."

Octavian was rambling but caught himself, "I'm sorry. You see my dad was all I had and when he died last year...well, Cory became my family. He's all I have now. I'll be devastated if his family ends up hating me."

Harry nodded, "I'm sure that they'll love you. I'm mean as much as your husband loves you they'd be fools not to. "

Octavian smiled and stood up to attempt to stretch his back, "Thanks."

A comfortable silence fell between them and Harry took the opportunity to pull off his water logged shoes and gently pour out the water. Normally he would have cast a drying spell the second he got on board but the recommended restriction of magic that came along with pregnancy prevented it. It was the whole reason he agreed to take the god-forsaken train in the first place.

"Oh dear you are drenched!" Octavian's alarm shocked Harry and he immediately began to protest.

"Not at all."

Octavian quickly began to rummage around in his trunk again and came up with a set of elegant robes that Harry was hesitant to even look at out of fear of destroying.

"Here put these on."

"I can't really."

Octavian thrust them into Harry's arms, "No really I do insist. I wont watch you catch your death. I have no idea what I was thinking before."

Harry hesitantly looked at the dry robes, but his protests died on his lips when Octavian gently nudged him toward the bathroom. It took a bit of work to peal off his wet ill fitting clothes but once off Harry was only too happy to dry off with the hand towels on display and to slip in to the soft green maternity robes.

Looking in the mirror he almost didn't recognize himself. Never in all of his life had he worn such an elegant set of robes. For a brief moment he stared into his bright green eyes in the mirror. "What are we doing here?"

The train lurched and Harry lost his glasses in the sink in his attempt to remain upright. Harry took that as his cue to vacate the bathroom. The last thing he needed was a nasty fall right now. When he stepped out into the compartment he blinked in surprise at the other pregnant man who was now pulling at his wedding ring.

"Oh, I'm so glad they fit!" Octavian smiled at him and resumed his tugging. "How far along are you?"

Harry smiled slightly and slumped down into his seat, "a little over eight months. Should you be doing that?"

The man laughed, "Urgh, stupid water weight...I just need to get it off for a minute. OH!" With a big final pull the ring let loose of Octavian's finger and Harry watched in slight horror as the ring flew toward him with lightning speed. Not wanting to get hit he threw his hand up and caught the ring in mid flight a mere nano second before it hit him in square in the face.

"HOLY... great catch! You'd make one heck of a seeker." Octavian smiled at him and rubbed his now free finger.

Harry smiled, "If you only knew." Taking a moment he examined the ring now in his possession, "It's gorgeous."

Instead of immediately retuning the lost ring Harry looked at the beautiful gleaming platinum. Celtic braid and intricate Celtic knots adorned the band but what caught his eye most was the engraving along the interior. The elegant script was flowing and beautiful but illegible to Harry's poor eyesight. "What does that say?"

Octavian looked over fondly at the ring, "Corvus Loves Octavian."

"Corvus?" He blushed in embarrassment when he heard himself question the first name. But the other man smiled kindly before answering the question.

"His mother's family has a tradition about Star names. Corvus doesn't really mind it but I prefer to call him Cory." Octavian smiled at the mention of his husband, "Go ahead."

"Go ahead and what?"

"Try it on!"

Blinking skeptically Harry paused, "isn't that supposed to be bad luck or something?"

"It couldn't be bad luck!" Octavian smiled and for a moment, just a single moment Harry allowed himself to dream, to pretend that he wasn't in this alone. With a wry smile Harry slipped on the ring and looked down at is left hand and was amazed to see that the ring was a perfect fit.

But the dream wasn't real and the nightmare that was his own personal reality came crashing down upon him in the worst way possible. As he stared adoringly down at the ring on his left hand the world literally turned upside down as the train begin to crash.

Author's note: Hello all! hope you enjoyed chapter 1. This will be a multi chapter fic so don't worry. I'll be posting chapter 2 as soon as I'm confident it's done and error free. Please if you enjoyed it or have any comments for me Review, Review, REVIEW!