Unfinished Business: Shattered Pieces

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WARNING: This story is a continuation of Unfinished Business but is Deathly Hallows compliant. There will be lots of DM/HP slashy goodness in this story. So if you don't like boy/boy relationships, don't read this fic. It's that simple. You have been warned.

Family Matters

While in his bed at night, troubled thoughts plagued a restless teenager. As he ran his fingers through his wild raven locks to relieve himself of his self-induced restlessness, there came a knock on his door.

"Who is it?" The young boy called out.

"It's us," a small voice responded.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"We couldn't sleep. Do you mind if we come in, just for a little while?"

"Come in," the boy welcomed, hoping for a little bit of comfort for himself as well, or distraction.

As his bedroom door opened, two small boys walked inside. The first, taller by only an inch, had short platinum blonde hair that flowed freely just past his ear. His currently stoic features magnified by his stormy grey eyes. The second boy, the complete opposite, also had short hair just reaching past his ears. Only he had wild raven locks like the teenager's, and his expressive bright green eyes freely revealed his troubled emotions.

It was always like that with those two. They were like yin and yang, the id and the ego. Their emotions, like their personality, always complimented each other, just like their parents.

"What's the matter Al?" The older boy said as the two younger ones climbed on his bed on either side of him.

"James, you don't think our parents would ever separate, do you?" Al, short for Albus, replied. "It's just that, Scorp and I don't know what we would do if they ever did. I know your friend had no trouble choosing which parent to live with now that they're divorced, but we're not like that."

"If Father and Dad ever separated we don't know who we would live with," Scorp, short for Scorpius summed up.

The older boy, James, sighed at his brothers' dilemma. He related to their woes seeing as how he was contemplating the exact same thing all day. Ever since school had ended, James had been getting owls from one of his friends, revealing her troubled home life.

It had been troubled for many years, starting from before she had even started Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Finding out that she was a witch when she came from two Muggle parents didn't help. Even though her mother had been very supportive of the whole thing, after having met some wizards and witches herself. Her father, on the other hand, had been a different story.

Her father had remembered those disturbing times over a decade ago when good and normal people, meaning non magical people, had been killed by mad wizards who were trying to dominate the world. When he realized that his daughter was one of those kinds of people, he had blamed his wife, believing that she had infected his daughter through her association with those … abominations.

The infighting with the couple had finally exploded when his daughter and brought home her boyfriend from school, a wizard. It was the last straw for the man and he had walked out on his family. Now her parents were divorced and she had opted to stay with her mother, considering everything her father had put her through.

The only problem now was that James wondered what he would do if his parents ever decided to divorce. Who would he live with? Apparently, he wasn't the only one with these troubling thoughts.

"Don't worry," James scoffed, showing a confidence not unlike his father's. "Our parents would never split. They love each other way too much to do that. Not even our aunts and uncles are as lovey-dovey as those two are."

"Are you sure?" Albus asked, his doubt waning.

"Positive."

"You are so full of yourself, Malfoy," Harry Potter grunted within his room in his cottage out in the middle of nowhere.

"Actually, I think you're the one that's full of me, Potter," Draco Malfoy smirked as he thrust into his lover, pushing him further into their bed. "Just say the magic words and I'll show you exactly why you can't resist me."

"Just get on with it already," Harry panted as he gripped onto the sheets as his legs were pressed against his chest by the blonde's grip.

"Not until you say what I want to hear," the blonde taunted as he pulled almost all the way out of Harry's entrance.

"You're so evil," the green-eyed man scowled.

"That's why you love me," the blonde smirked, pushing back into Harry with a slowness that drove his husband insane. Then he spread Harry's legs apart and captured his lips in an intense kiss.

"Please. I need you to fuck me," the shorter man panted when they parted for air.

"I don't think I heard you clearly," Draco teased as he trailed kisses along Harry's neck. "Could you repeat that?"

"Please Draco! Fuck me!" Harry practically shouted.

"That's my boy," Draco said as he grabbed onto Harry's legs. "Now was that so hard?"

"Yes," Harry moaned as the blonde started thrusting into him, pounding against his sweet spot without mercy. "Please! More!"

"As you wish," the blonde said, licking his lips as his desire for the man below him coursed through his veins.

Draco wrapped one of Harry's legs around his waist while the other was draped over his shoulder. Then he grasped his lover's weeping length within his slender fingers and stroked it in time with his thrusts, electing delicious moans of pleasure from his lover.

"Oh Draco," Harry moaned as the tingling sensations throughout his body had his eyes rolling in the back of his head. "I'm so close…"

"Then come for me, Harry," the blonde whispered in his ear, nibbling on it as his thrusts became more erratic. "I want to hear you screaming my name."

As if on cue, Harry came hard, screaming the blonde's name as he spilled his essence all over Draco's hands and their chests. Draco came soon after, the sight of Harry coming undone being too much for the blonde.

Panting through their euphoria, Draco eased out of his lover before rolling over onto his back. Then he pulled the shorter man to him so that Harry's arm was draped across the blonde's waist.

"Was that good for you too?" Draco teased as he ran his fingers through Harry's damp raven locks.

"You're sadistic," Harry mumbled, burying his face in the blonde's chest.

"That's why you love me," he laughed.

The next morning, as Harry started waking up from his peaceful slumber, he felt something trailing down his side.

"Good morning," Harry said to the blonde next to him, who was caressing his body.

"Good morning, indeed," Draco smirked as he pressed himself against his husband. "Though, I know one way we can make it an even better morning," he said as he wrapped his arm around Harry's waist and grasped onto his member.

"Draco, I'm barely awake," Harry pointed out, even as his body started reacting to the blonde's touch.

"Don't worry," Draco said as he stroked his fingers along Harry's twitching shaft. "I can fix that."

Despite his earlier words, Harry subconsciously started slowly grinding his hips against the blonde's groin. Draco groaned at the friction, his own member aching with a need for release. But just as the blonde prepared to thrust into his mate, there came a knock on their door.

"Who is it?" Harry said as he tried to pull away from his husband.

"It's me, Daddy," a small voice sounded on the other side. "Aren't we going out today?"

Groaning at the loss of the delightful sensations against his length, Draco rolled over on his back as his lover got up from the bed. Harry then put on a robe to cover his naked body, and walked over to the door. When he opened it, he found a red-headed girl of nine years standing on the other side.

"Of course, Lily," Harry said, smiling at his little girl. "Why don't you wake your brothers up so we can get ready?"

"Okay," the girl beamed before dashing off down the hall.

The moment Harry closed the door, he was spun around by a blonde who had a very predatory look in his eyes. Then he was pressed up against the door before his robe was pulled open and two pale arms slinked around his waist.

"Draco, not now," Harry gasped as the blonde started rubbing up against him while lips trailed kisses along his neck. "We have to get ready to go."

"I am ready to go," the blonde groaned before thrusting his erect length against Harry's thighs.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it," Harry panted before the feel of the blonde's kisses had him loosing focus.

Chuckling, Draco started nibbling on Harry's neck as he wrapped his lover's leg around his waist. Soon, Harry was lost in a haze of arousal as Draco started rutting against him. They were slow and sensual thrusts the blonde knew would drive his lover crazy with want.

"Shower. Now," Harry commanded as he gripped onto Draco's shoulders.

Smirking at his success, Draco moved away from his lover before pulling Harry with him into the bathroom.

"I don't know why we waited so long to get the kids' school supplies," Harry said as he and Draco carried dozens of books in their hands.

"Because you said that it would be easier to pack their bags if we bought their supplies closer to the beginning of the school year," Draco said as they placed all the necessary books on the counter for check out. "It was the same thing you said last year as well."

"Well, next year, remind me how stupid that idea was," he said as he placed his books on top of Draco's.

"You asked me to do that last year. But when I warned you after their letters came, you ignored me."

"Well I didn't realize how much stuff we would have to be buying. After all, last year we only had to shop for James. Now we have to shop for Scorpius and Albus as well."

"All the more reason why you should have listened to me," Draco pointed out as he leaned in closer to Harry.

"Don't be so smug," Harry pouted before the blonde pecked him on the lips.

Just as their small peck on the lips turned into something more, a new voice caught their attention.

"Come on you guys. Stop sucking face so we can get my new broom," a new voice sounded.

When the two adults broke apart, they turned to find James standing by the opened doors of Flourish and Blotts. Rolling his eyes, Harry started placing their books inside a bag with a weightless charm on it. Then he and Draco followed their son out of the shop.

"That's your son," Draco commented, his arm wrapped around Harry's waist as they followed James down the street.

"Are you kidding me?" Harry chuckled. "You're the one who's been spoiling him rotten his entire life. And you're the one who promised him a new broom even though he has a perfectly good one at home."

"That old Nimbus is a thing of the past. They just came out with the new Firebolt," Draco said as he started getting excited.

"But the Nimbus is our signature broom, Draco. Those were our first brooms when we went to Hogwarts."

"Until yours got smashed by the Whomping Willow and Sirius gave you a Firebolt," the blonde pointed out. "I have to get him one, Harry. Don't you want him to win his Quidditch matches? He could get to the goal posts a lot faster with a Firebolt."

"Speed is not the only thing James needs to be a good chaser, Draco. Besides, since when do you root for Gryffindors over Slytherins?"

"I'm rooting for my son, that's all. It's just bad luck that he ended up in Gryffindor," Draco pouted as he leaned in for a kiss, to which Harry laughed.

"Do you guys mind?" James rolled his eyes as he spotted his parents kissing again. "I would like my Firebolt today."

"He's definitely your son," Harry smiled, breaking away from the blonde before following James into Quality Quidditch Supplies.

After buying a new broom for James, as well as the rest of the school supplies for their sons, they went to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, now run by Fortescue's son after the elder man's death.

"After this, I want to go and say hello to Uncle Ron and George," James said as he licked his ice cream.

"You mean you want to cause more mischief at school with those Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes," Draco guessed. "I don't think so. The last thing I need is your Headmaster sending me another howler about those pranks you've been pulling."

"But they're harmless!" James defended. "It's all in good fun. The kids at my school laugh more than they do cry."

"That's not the point, James," Harry pointed out.

"Just give it up," Scorpius said nonchalantly as he sat reading his potions book. His ice cream completely untouched. "They won't let you get anything."

Pouting at the unfairness of it all, James continued eating his ice cream in silence. When he was done with his own, he snatched up his brother's before anyone could react.

"That's from your side of the family," Draco pointed out, whispering in Harry's ear.

"Father, do you mind taking me over to Grandfather's shop?" Scorpius asked when he finally put down his book. "He said that he had a special potions set he wanted to give to me."

"I don't mind. We can go as soon as you're ready."

"Okay," the stoic boy beamed before reaching for his ice cream. "Hey!" Scorpius exclaimed when he realized that his treat was no longer there. "Where'd my ice cream go?" The blonde boy asked before spotting his smirking older brother.

"Come on. I'll buy you a new one," Harry said as he reached out for his son.

As Harry and Scorpius left their table to go back into the ice cream shop, James turned to his father.

"Why does Scorp get new things, but I don't?" The brunet whined.

"You mean besides the new Firebolt you just got?" Lily asked.

"That was Papa's suggestion, not mine," James pointed out.

"Because Scorpius isn't going to use his potions set to blow up the girls' lavatory," Draco explained.

"I told you, that was an accident. I was startled and didn't put the proper ingredient into the cauldron in time."

"And you have yet to tell me why you were in the girls' lavatory in the first place."

"It's a secret," James said, with Albus echoing his words with a smile that had his eldest sibling pouting.

"Well when I know what that secret is, we'll talk."

"He was probably making a love potion to give to BJ," Lily teased.

In an instant, Draco's head snapped towards his eldest son, seeking answers to an unasked question. When he saw the shocked look on James' reddened face, the blonde got his answer. Just as he was about to say something to his son about his choice of crushes, he spotted Harry and Scorpius heading for their table, a new cone in the child's hand.

"We'll talk more about this later," he said covertly before Harry and Scorpius reached them.

As Albus and Lily giggled at their brother's predicament, Harry and Scorpius came back to the table. After collecting all of their belongings, the family of six headed towards Malfoy Apothecary.

"After this, I think we should go back to our rooms at the Leaky Cauldron and finish packing the rest of our bags. I still can't believe that this will be the first time since I got the cottage that no one will be living there." Harry reminded his little girl.

Lily groaned as she had chosen to forget. After all, when they were finished seeing the boys off on the Hogwarts Express the next day, Harry and Draco would be leaving her to accompany their Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, to a conference in Germany with other Ministry of Magic Heads within Europe. Since it was scheduled to take place over several days, they had asked Ron and Hermione if they could watch over Lily while they were away.

Being Harry's closest friends since Hogwarts, and seeing as how they loved the little girl as if she were their own, Ron and Hermione had of course said yes. But Lily had been less than pleased. Even though she was close with the Weasleys, Hugo being her best friend since they were toddlers, the thought of being separated from her whole family was a little much for the young girl.

For the past four years, it had been just her eldest brother, James, who had left her for most of the year. This year, however, not only were all of her brother's leaving to go to Hogwarts, but her fathers were leaving to go somewhere else as well. It would mark the first time she wouldn't have at least one of them with her.

"Well, someone would be living there if both of you weren't leaving too," she pouted.

"It's only for one week, Lily, and you'll be staying with Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione."

"Can't I just go with you guys?" Lily asked, not for the first time.

Smiling at his daughter's persistence, Draco gestured her over to him. "Lily, this conference isn't for children. I'm afraid you would be rather bored," the blonde tried to reason.

"I won't mind. I think I would rather be bored than be separated from my entire family."

"But the Weasley's are your family as well," Harry insisted. "I hear Hugo is very excited to have you staying over."

"Of course he's excited," Draco scoffed. "One can only stand the company of Weasley for so long before they start losing brain cells."

"Draco," Harry reprimanded, giving his husband a stern stare.

"Sorry. It slipped," the blonde apologised. Though, the look he gave his daughter when his husband turned away suggested that he wasn't sorry in the least.

"If I can't go with you guys than you have to promise me something," Lily said as she, Draco and Harry stopped in front of Malfoy Apothecary while her brothers went inside.

"Anything," Draco smiled, never one to deny his only daughter.

"You have to bring me back something."

"What would you like?"

"A sister," she said before calmly walking into the family shop.

"I don't think our daughter fully grasps the concept of where babies come from," Harry said as he and Draco walked into their room at the Leaky Cauldron.

"I think she understands it enough," Draco said as he and Harry pulled off their robes. "She's a very clever little girl. I bet she's been wanting to ask us this for a while now and realised that this was her best chance. She must have known that we wouldn't let her come with us."

"Are you saying that Lily played on our guilt about leaving her so she could trick us into giving her a sister? That's so manipulative of her," Harry said in shock.

"I know," the blonde smirked in pride. "How about we start on making that little girl tonight?" Draco said as he slipped his arms around Harry's waist.

"You're not actually taking her seriously, are you?" Harry gasped as he pulled away.

"I gave her my word," Draco said as he pulled Harry closer to him, "and Malfoy's never go back on their word," he said before leaning forward and trailing kisses down Harry's neck.

"But you didn't even know what she wanted," Harry panted before moaning at a particularly satisfying nibble Draco made along Harry's neck.

"It doesn't matter," the blonde said nonchalantly as he worked Harry up into a bumbling mess. "The deal has been struck."

"Wait, wait!" Harry insisted as he pulled completely out of Draco's reach. "What we're talking about needs a little more consideration than just a little girl's whim. Do you actually want another child?"

"I must admit. The thought has crossed my mind before," the blonde confessed before continuing at Harry's shocked expression. "I know I said that we should stop after Lily was born, but I miss the sounds of little feet running around the house. I miss the giggling… the way their little fingers would reach up for you…"

"You do realise that's not all there is to raising a child."

"I know, Harry. We did raise four children together."

"So, you're willing to change diapers again, and stay up half the night for a child that cries for no apparent reason? You must also be willing to go through teething and the terrible twos again, as well as going without sex until I no longer feel like strangling you?"

"To be honest, those were the exact reasons why I didn't want any more children, but when Lily first came to me-"

"Wait, wait, wait," Harry interrupted in a rush of confusion. "When she first came to you? You mean she's asked you about this before?"

"Yes," the blonde said hesitantly. "About a month ago," he confessed before continuing at Harry's shocked expression. "She just blurted it out one day and asked me why she's the only girl. When I explained it to her, she decided that she wanted a little sister."

"Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"Kingsley had just asked you to take over as Head Auror and you were stressing out about this conference… I didn't want to put you under any more pressure."

"So you got our nine year old daughter to do it instead? Did you two plan this?"

"Maybe…" Draco said hesitantly. "But it was all her idea. She knew that you wouldn't take her seriously so she asked me to help convince you."

"I don't know who to be mad at more," Harry said, running his fingers through his hair as he turned from his husband.

"You don't need to be mad at all," Draco said as he grasped Harry's shoulders. "Can you honestly tell me that you don't want another child?"

"I never said that I didn't want another child. But I've had a whole fifteen minutes to actually consider it," he pointed out before turning back to face the blonde. "We might not even have a girl."

"As long as you're happy, it doesn't matter what gender we have," Draco said as he pulled Harry closer to him.

"To you maybe. But you've got Lily thinking that she'll get a sister. I doubt she'll be very pleased when I have another boy. Draco, you should have told me about this."

"Sometimes, a secret needs to be kept in order to ease someone into an idea. Like how you didn't tell me about James and BJ's infatuation."

"It's not an infatuation," Harry scoffed, proving Draco's suspicions. "It's just a little schoolboy crush," he finished before realising that he had been tricked. "James didn't tell you about that, did he?"

"No. Lily did, but she left out the part about you already knowing."

"Then how did you-"

"He's too much like you not to tell you," Draco said at the guilty look on his husband's face. "Now, for lying to me about this, I demand retribution," he said with a false sternness in order to lighten the mood.

"Let me guess," Harry rolled his eyes as he draped his arms over the blonde's shoulders.

Unbeknownst to Harry and Draco, brown eyes simmering in hate, had been watching their family that entire morning. The woman who owned those brown eyes was sickened by what she had seen. The family that should have been hers was continuing to be tainted. But not for long.

As she walked the streets of a deserted Diagon Alley, she pulled a small vial from within her robe and uncorked it. Then she tipped the molten gold liquid between her lips and waited for the effects. Slowly but surely, an exhilarating sense of infinite opportunity soared through her veins. She felt as though she could do anything. As she Apparated to her destination, she realized that getting everything she deserved would now fall easily within her grasp.

End of Chapter: Family Matters