"You thought it would end with Voldemort?"

Harry couldn't see the man who was speaking, but the voice alone struck some horror in him that he hadn't felt in years. Not since the Battle of Hogwarts and the death of the worlds most terrifying and evil wizard Voldemort.

"It did end with Voldemort." Harry said back, but even he didn't believe the tone in his voice.

"Wouldn't that be...deliciously simple." The voice said, and it giggled when it said "deliciously". Those giggles turned to laughter, pleasant enough at first. Harry almost laughed with it like it was some grand joke. Then the laughter was malicious, it was biting and evil and Harry wanted to run from it. He tried to move but found it painful, he looked down and saw his own legs shattered and almost unrecognizably mangled. "No Harry Potter, this has not ended."

Harry managed not to yell when he woke with a start, he clamped a hand to his mouth and fought the vomit that was rising. He paused for a moment, terrified that the dream would manifest. He shut his eyes and saw his own mangled legs again and dry heaved with an awful "hurk."

"Harry?" Nat said finally waking and looking at him. Harry heaved again and lept from the bed, crashing to the floor as he grabbed the garbage can and vomited once, then heaved a few more times. Nat was at his side as soon as she could be, rubbing his back with one hand, offering him his glasses with the other. Harry took a few deep breaths to calm himself before wiping his chin and clearing the tears from his eyes before taking the glasses and putting them on. "Harry, what's the matter love?" Nat asked softly, though before Harry could respond a baby's cry made Nat turn towards the door. "I'll go."

As she left Harry slowly got to his feet and picked up the bag out of it's bin and tied it shut tightly. He went to the kitchen and tossed the smaller bag into the large kitchen garbage and then got a glass and turned on the faucet. He put his fingers under the stream and waited for it to get cold. The dream had been real. Or at least it was real like his dreams from Voldemort were real but without the pain in his scar. He made a thoughtful face as he filled his glass up half way with water and then took it all in his mouth to rinse the awful bile taste out of there. He filled the glass up again, all the way this time as he swished the water in his mouth, turning off the tap and spitting out the mouthful of water at the same time. Nat came into the kitchen as he was finishing off the glass of water, she was carrying a bundle of lavender blankets, Harry smiled and took them from her, carefully moving the edges away and fully uncovering what was in the bundle. Rosy cheeks, the cutest nose, impossibly small rosy lips and just about the most dainty eyelashes he had ever seen.

"My lady Patricia." Harry said softly. "What evils keep you from your slumber?"

"The great demon hunger." Nat said as she pulled out a prepared bottle from the fridge and shook it as she turned on the hot water tap, placing the bottle underneath it as the water warmed up. Patricia made a face and fussed. Harry made soothing noises as he took long swaying strides to the far wall, before turning and continuing the strides back towards Natalia. Nat smiled lovingly at Harry and their daughter for a few moments before remembering why she had woken in the first place. Not at the cries of the baby, but at the sudden jerking awake of her husband. "Are you feeling sick Harry?"

"What?" Harry asked not looking up from his daughters face. It took him a moment to remember what his wife was talking about. "Oh, no. Not anymore."

"Food poisoning?" Nat asked taking the bottle out from under the running water and testing it on her wrist. It wasn't quite warm enough, she returned it under the running water. "That Greek food we had for supper left me feeling a bit queazy too."

"Yeah, that must be it." Harry said softly. He was used to telling little white lies to Natalia. Parts of his job as an auror demanded that of him. There was silence except for the fussing of Patricia and the running water.

"Should you call into work?" Nat asked after testing the bottle again, satisfied with the temperature she offered it to Harry. "I know you want to feed her."

"Yes I do." Harry grinned taking the bottle and walking into the living room, Natalia shut off the tap and followed behind him, sitting in her favourite chair as Harry sat on the couch and propped himself up in the correct baby feeding position.

"Harry?" Nat asked after some silence. Patricia was taking her bottle eagerly and Harry had lost himself in the joy of watching her eat. He looked up at her when she said his name. "Should you take today off?"

"No, no, I think I'll be fine." Harry said with a reassuring smile. "I took off a day already this week, I shouldn't take anymore, wouldn't be fair to the rest of the department."

"I think even the Head of Aurors is allowed to take a day off, even for a matter so trivial as to take his daughter to watch her first Quidditch game."

"I did get some raised eyebrows when I told the higher-ups." Harry grinned softly. "But with her aunt Ginny playing I couldn't miss it."

"Rebecca loved it." Natalia smiled. "How many four year olds get to hang out with the Holyhead Harpies?"

Harry laughed a little in agreement before looking back down at Patricia. Just 5 months old and already had Harry completely head over heals for her. Natalia was certain she would turn out to be a daddy's girl, just like Rebecca had come out more of a momma's girl. Natalia yawned loudly as Harry set the now empty bottle beside him and shifted Patricia more fully upright.

"Go back to sleep love." Harry said with a smile. "I think I can handle it from here."

"All of a sudden Daddy thinks he's got it all mastered?" Natalia teased as she stood. Harry grinned.

"Round two is easier." Harry confessed. "I won't be longer than an hour. I think she'll sleep pretty readily."

"I'm not waiting up." Nat grinned as she leant in for a kiss. Harry obliged her and she walked away with another yawn.

"Just you and me little P." Harry said softly looking down at her. She gurgled and smiled at him, content to be held and grab at her blankets. "What do you think of all this business P?" Patricia laughed again, Harry felt himself smile. "Nothing to worry about then?" Patricia made a loud "ba!" Harry chuckled and picked her up in her blankets again and stood. "You're probably right. Nothing to worry about."

Harry made a great show of taking Patricia back to her crib, though no one was able to appreciate it. Harry rocked her in his arms for a while before she was sleepy enough to be put in her crib. Harry shut the door behind him softly, dodging into Rebecca's room on the way back to his own. Rebecca had just received a new Holyhead Harpies sheet set for her birthday, Harry smirked at as he walked over to the bed and as gently as he could recovered the tiny feet that were poking out and placing the plush snowy owl back in the arms of Rebecca. When she grabbed it in her sleep Harry's smirk turned into a broad smile and he kissed her forehead gently before turning and exiting the room. Nat was already asleep when he got back into bed. He took off his glasses and rolled over to put his arm around Nat's waist protectively. He shut is eyes and immediately saw his own mangled legs again, the shot back open. Nat reached backwards to place her hand on the first bit of Harry she could reach.

"Love." She mumbled out sleepily.

"Love." Harry whispered back, snuggling in close and shutting his eyes again. Blackness greeted him. Nothing to worry about. He thought.

A/N:

Hello my loves! Welcome to the Sequel to "Hit it Off". This is set 7 years after the Battle of Hogwarts, and 4 years after the epilogue in Hit it Off. This is going to be a bit...darker than Hit it Off (and I know Hit it Off wasn't exactly "fluff").

Yes Draco does make another appearance in this fic, and it may or not be in the way you would think.