Full Summary:
Harry Potter has power the Dark Lord knows not and Potter's child would have that power too. Voldemort has a plan to discover this power. Using a dark spell and a male pregnancy ritual, he impregnates Draco Malfoy with Potter's child, planning to take and study it. He'll either extract the power and take it for himself, or groom the child to rule beside him, welding the power for him. Harry kills Voldemort and Malfoy is left not knowing who the dad is. Worse, the ritual has gone haywire and gets Malfoy pregnant again. The Ministry confiscates all of the Malfoy family's wealth, leaving Draco and Narcissa dirt broke with children of unknown paternity to raise. Then one day Harry receives a letter from Draco's oldest son claiming to know that Harry is his dad. Harry goes to investigate and discovers that the situation at Malfoy Manor is far worse than the Malfoy family lets on—Draco and Narcissa are making the best of it, but they're exceedingly poor. A paternity potion reveals that Harry is the father and he sets out to make things right and help Draco raise their children. Eventually mild slash with a slow build. Rape discussed, but the only detailed rape (not graphic) is in a nightmare and not real. Torture of prisoners discussed, but not detailed. Mpreg. AU with regards to Draco being pregnant during the war.
Harry was having a very good day. He and his senior partner Bourke Covington had just captured known Death Eater Mather Fawley, who they were currently depositing into a cell.
Harry and Ron had made a pact that as soon as they were allowed, they would partner together. Only new Aurors were partnered with senior Aurors for the first two years, so Harry was with Bourke. Bourke, having four muggle-born grandparents and being an Auror for five years now, was very keen to round up every last Death Eater. Harry had a similar mentality when it came to justice, so they got on well.
Harry liked Bourke, even if Bourke wasn't Ron. Harry tended to think that Bourke's parents had overcompensated for their lack of blood purity by giving their son the most stupid sounding name they could come up with. Since it was the purebloods who typically sported the ridiculous names, having a name like that probably threw enough people off his scent before he had to explain what his blood stasis was; Harry still didn't know what Bourke's blood stasis was. Yes, Harry knew that both of Bourke's parents were classified as mudbloods, having each been born to a pair of muggleborns, but what was Bourke? Bourke wasn't muggleborn, and his parents weren't muggleborn, so wouldn't that make him halfblood? Did four mudbloods make a half? Harry didn't know, but it didn't matter much now that Mather Fawley and the rest of the Death Eaters were locked up or dead and their blood status nonsense with them.
Bourke was taunting Fawley now, saying things like, "Your precious spotless blood won't do you much good while you're rotting in Azkaban, Fawley." Bourke tended to get a bit wound up during the hunt and capture and generally liked to banter with the bad guy once they were caught. Bourke wasn't too bad about it though, unlike some of the other Aurors.
Fawley was saying something back, about blood purity always counting for something and then Harry heard a noise. It started off softly at first, although completely out of place and echoing off of the walls. Harry didn't know what the strange sound was, until it picked up and morphed into a shrill wail.
"What the—" Harry said, abandoning Bourke and Fawley to investigate the source of the sound. Fawley was already locked up tight, disarmed, and restrained, so Harry didn't think twice about leaving Bourke alone with the Death Eater. Besides, Auror Patterson was on duty just at the end of the hall. If Fawley did try anything, Patterson would step in and put a stop to it.
Harry walked passed Patterson and down a side corridor a few feet before he found the source of the cries. There was a little black haired baby lying in a bundle of blankets on the floor. "Patterson, why is there a baby in here? Certainly no one thinks a baby could be a Death Eater," Harry called out, still looking at the baby. Its eyes were scrunched up tight and its fists flailed as the little mouth let out the loud caterwauling.
"The baby no, but the parents, yes. That's the Malfoy baby," Patterson answered, walking towards Harry. Patterson's shoes made hard clacking sounds as he stepped. "Malfoy's normally pretty good about taking care of it and keeping it quiet."
Now that Patterson mentioned Malfoy, Harry noticed a blond lump lying passed out on the stone floor. The body was lying in the shadow along the edge of the cell, explaining why he hadn't noticed Malfoy immediately; his eyes needed a moment to adjust to the lighting.
The cell was bare, with only a small, low cot, a toilet, and a sink. There appeared to be a spare nappy or two on the cot, but other than that, it was bare. There were no pillows and the only blanket in the place was the one the baby was lying on. The baby looked surprisingly clean, given the filthy look the cell and Malfoy had to them. Malfoy looked so grungy Harry didn't think all the hot baths in the world could get rid of the dirt.
Patterson was level with Harry now, seeing what Harry saw in the cell.
"Open this cell for me, will you? Malfoy's passed out," Harry said.
"He's probably faking again. He's been making himself throw-up and saying he feels sick for weeks now. Only thing is, every time we call the nurse in to look at him, she says he's healthy. Dehydrated from all of the vomiting, yeah, but if he'd stop making himself puke to get attention, he'd be fine."
"Well even if he's faking, you're not going to let the baby cry, are you?"
"No. Alright, I'll let you in, but I have to lock the door behind you, in case it's a trap. He could turn on you and if he does, you know it's Ministry policy not to bargain with him. I'll let him have you."
"He saved my life once during the war and I his a few times; I don't think he'll repay my looking after his baby by attacking me."
Patterson just shrugged and made a noncommittal noise, before opening up the cell and letting Harry in. The bars slid closed behind Harry with a bang. He immediately went to the baby and picked him up. Harry had Teddy on weekends during his off time, so he had a bit of experience with babies. This baby was much lighter and skinnier than Teddy, but about the same length. He wondered how old the baby was. He had seen Malfoy looking fat at Malfoy Manor last Easter and he'd heard the rumors about Malfoy being pregnant when they captured him at the end of the war six months ago. This baby had been born inside this holding cell while Malfoy awaited trial, but Harry didn't know exactly when. The first month after the war had been completely hectic and Harry hadn't exactly been following Malfoy, because he'd been too busy catching real Death Eaters.
"Patterson, why does Malfoy have his baby in here with him? Didn't they let his mum go? Shouldn't the baby be with Narcissa Malfoy?" Harry asked over the cries.
"Malfoy's nursing him, so they let him keep the brat with him for now. Too generous with them, we are. If the tables were turned, they'd kill the baby of a muggleborn, but what do we do when we capture a pregnant Death Eater? We keep the happy little family together," Patterson answered sarcastically.
The baby was starting to cry harder now. "I think he's hungry; do you have a bottle?" Harry asked.
"No, just turn Malfoy over and hand him the baby. He breast feeds it."
"But he's passed out."
"Faking, my guess," Patterson said with a shrugged.
Harry sighed, put the screaming baby back down on the blanket, and went to Malfoy. Malfoy had a puddle of vomit by his mouth. There was more vomit in a trail leading down from the toilet, which contained far more of Malfoy's stomach contents than the floor. The puke was watery and yellow and didn't look at all like food, making Harry wonder what Malfoy had been given to eat. But he didn't have time to question Malfoy's diet now, because the baby was still crying. Thus Harry pushed on Malfoy's side and pulled out the arm that was trapped underneath, causing him to roll over onto his back.
Malfoy was shirtless, wearing only a pair of black and white striped bottoms. Harry was taken aback when he saw Draco's swollen chest. The small curves were more the type of thing he expected to see on a witch, not Malfoy. He had never seen a breast feeding wizard before, so he didn't know if Malfoy's chest was normal or not. Merlin, he didn't think it was normal for a wizard to be getting pregnant, giving birth, or nursing at all. He had first come across the phenomena during his Auror training, because the Ministry could get sued if an Auror roughed up a pregnant person, hence the section in his training guide on the subject. So Harry knew it was possible, but that didn't make it normal.
"Now what do I do?" Harry asked, looking back and forth between the passed out Malfoy and the screaming baby.
"Great bugger, just shut the kid up already Harry," Bourke said. His taunting of Fawley was much less fun when he couldn't hear his own jibes over the din created by that baby.
"This hasn't happened to me when I've been on duty before, but I was briefed about it. Official procedure is to help the kid latch onto Malfoy's nipple and let nature do the rest," Patterson said.
"How do I do that?" Harry asked desperately. He'd never even seen someone breast feeding before; he had no idea how it worked.
"My wife breast fed our son. Let me in Patterson and I'll do it," Bourke offered.
Patterson let Bourke in and Bourke quickly positioned the baby at Malfoy's nipple. The baby latched on, silencing his cries immediately. The baby was little, so Bourke stayed there holding him, to make sure he didn't fall onto the hard stone floor and get hurt. While Bourke was tending to the baby, Harry moved up to Malfoy's head, raising an eyelid and peering into one light grey eye. Malfoy didn't so much as flinch, staying completely unresponsive.
Harry needed to figure out a way to help Malfoy. He looked around the stall and noticed an empty cup a few feet away from Malfoy on the floor. The sight reminded him that Patterson said something earlier about Malfoy being dehydrated. Harry filled the cup with water from the sink and took the cup back to Malfoy, holding it up to Malfoy's lips. When Malfoy didn't move to sip the water, Harry pried Malfoy's mouth open and slowly tipped the water down Malfoy's throat.
Three cups of water and one fed baby later, Bourke exited the cell, citing the need to fill out paperwork on Fawley's arrest. Harry stayed and continued his efforts to revive Malfoy. It was another ten minutes and another cup of water later when Malfoy coughed and spluttered on the water. Malfoy's body rose up quickly, turning over so that gravity would help his body clear his airways. Malfoy's coughing turned into vomiting, which had him once again lunging for the toilet. When Malfoy was done, he lowered himself back onto the floor and breathed heavily.
"Patterson, can you clean Malfoy for me? He's filthy," Harry said. He wasn't allowed his wand in the holding cells, for security measures. Only the guards and senior Aurors had wands in here.
Patterson grunted as if cleaning Malfoy wasn't worth his time, but he flicked his wand and cast the charm anyway. The vomit on and around Malfoy disappeared as well as the worst of the grime, although his skin still appeared to be stained with dirt.
"Thanks," Harry said to Patterson, before turning back to Malfoy. Malfoy's eyes were squeezed shut, but in an obviously awake manner. "Alright Malfoy?"
"Hungry," Malfoy replied weakly.
"Patterson, will you get him some bread?" Harry requested.
"Just because he's a bloody Malfoy he expects to get special treatment. If he didn't force himself to sick up all his food, he wouldn't be so hungry. He expects us guards to make extra trips just to bring him a snack."
Harry looked down at Malfoy's emaciated looking body. Without a shirt on, Harry could see every detail of Malfoy's jutting ribcage. Malfoy's abdomen looked shrunken in and the sight reminded Harry of how his own body looked after staying all summer with the Dursley's and not being properly fed.
"Just get him some bread or I'll report to Shacklebolt that you're starving him. He has a baby to feed too, can't you see that?" Harry asked angrily.
Patterson grumbled under his breath, but complied. It turned out that he didn't have to go all of the way down to the kitchens for the bread, because he had an entire loaf of French bread hidden in a cubby hole down the hall. Harry wondered why Patterson had put up such a fuss, when it obviously wasn't a big deal to get the bread for Malfoy. In fact, Patterson could just bring up extra bread for Malfoy with each meal and then never have to be bothered with this sort of thing.
Patterson handed a large chunk of the bread over to Harry, who gave it to Malfoy. While Malfoy ate greedily, Harry told Patterson to bring Malfoy more food every day, because of the baby.
"Look, I'm not starving him. I brought the extra loaf from the kitchen when I brought their lunch, didn't I? I was just waiting until three to give it to him, so it doesn't come back up and I don't have to go down to the kitchens for another," Patterson explained.
"Right, so you're not the bastard starving him. Just give me another hunk for him," Harry ordered.
Patterson did as told and said, "You shouldn't give him too much at once like this, or it'll be wasted when he pukes again."
Harry shrugged and just requested under piece from Patterson, repeating the process until the loaf was gone. Malfoy drank more water, before looking up at Harry with fear in his eyes.
"I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise, just don't crucio me again," Malfoy said with a broken high pitched voice.
"I'm not going to crucio you Malfoy. Your baby was crying and I was just trying to help you," Harry replied, holding his hands up, to show he didn't have a wand.
"I'm sorry; I didn't know. I won't let him cry again, just please don't hurt Scorpius. I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt him." As Malfoy spoke, he lowered himself onto his hands and knees in front of Harry.
"I'm not going to hurt him."
Malfoy's hands were on Harry's thighs now, above Harry's robes, slowly roaming up. Harry jumped back when Malfoy's hands grew too near his crotch. "Whoa, back up there Malfoy," Harry said.
"I'm sorry. I'll do it, please don't crucio me. I can't keep Scorpius quiet like you want if you crucio me."
"Malfoy, who's been torturing you?" Harry asked concerned. At first he had assumed it was Voldemort last year, but that couldn't be if the baby was already here when Malfoy was being tortured.
Malfoy blinked, shook his filthy blond hair, and stared at Harry, before blinking again. "I don't understand." The tone of his voice sounded confused.
Maybe using Malfoy's first name would help. "Draco, have the guards here been torturing you with the Cruciatus curse?" Harry asked.
Malfoy still looked confused, but this time his gaze kept darting to the hallway behind his bars. Harry followed Malfoy's gaze straight to Patterson, before Malfoy's gaze flickered to the floor.
"Vance was punished for torturing prisoners last week. Can't say that I blame him after what the Death Eaters did to his family. Malfoy's probably just mistaken you for Vance," Patterson explained with another shrug.
Harry had been looking at Patterson as the other Auror spoke, but when he turned back to Malfoy, he saw that Malfoy was removing his striped prison trousers. "Oi, stop Malfoy! What are you doing?" Harry asked, reaching out and grabbing Malfoy's arms, to physically stop Malfoy from stripping.
"I'm sorry. I thought this was what you wanted. I'm sorry," Malfoy said.
"What did you think I wanted?" Harry asked confused. He had a feeling he wasn't going to like this.
"I'm sorry; I don't know what you want me to say. I'll say or do whatever you want, if you just tell me. Please don't hurt me and the baby again."
"Draco, who's been hurting the baby?" Harry was furious now.
"He doesn't like the baby. Isobel likes Scorpius, but he doesn't. Isobel comes in in the mornings after him and helps me clean Scorpius up. She gives me the clean nappies too. I like Isobel," Malfoy said.
Isobel MacDougal was one of the new Auror recruits. She had been in their year in Hogwarts and had fought on their side during the final battle. They were training her to guard the Holding Cells. Harry had been here to drop off a prisoner a time or two when Isobel and her senior partner were on duty. Isobel always had the morning shift.
"So it's the night guard, is it?" Harry asked.
Malfoy deliberately looked to his side, away from Harry, but didn't answer.
"Vance was on the night shift," Patterson offered helpfully. "They've been rotating guards through here trying to pick his replacement. I bet that whatever happened, it was Vance."
"Draco, listen to me," Harry said, shaking Malfoy slightly. Malfoy looked up at Harry and they made eye contact. "You need to tell me who he is so I can make sure he never comes back to hurt you and the baby again. Can you do that Draco? Can you tell me who to keep away? Was it Vance?"
Malfoy seemed to consider it for some time, before he leaned in and whispered into Harry's ear. "Are you like Isobel then?"
Harry wanted Malfoy to trust him, so he answered, "Yes, I want to help you like Isobel; you have to tell me who's hurting you. Is it Vance?"
"And Aescwine," Malfoy whispered. "Aescwine's worse."
Harry knew that Aescwine was the other Auror who regularly worked the night shift. He liked Aescwine even less than Vance. Aescwine was a muggleborn whose entire muggle family had found themselves at the wrong end of a Death Eater's wand during the war. But Aescwine wasn't like Bourke, who just wanted justice; Aescwine preferred retribution of the eye for an eye type.
"What does he do to you?" Harry asked.
"If I'm good he doesn't hurt me too bad; he uses lube," Malfoy whispered.
Malfoy said it so quietly Harry didn't know if he heard Malfoy right, but Harry gasped in shock just the same. Harry was stunned silent for a minute, before he thought of another question to ask. "Is that why you're sick? Did he hurt you last night?"
"No, not last night, no."
"You really are sick, aren't you Draco? If I take you to be seen by the nurse, and you're not sick this time, they won't let me help you again."
"No, I'm not sick."
"So Patterson was right? You're making yourself throw up?"
"No, not that."
"Then what? Merlin, you were passed out in your own vomit when I found you and you puked again after you woke up. Why?"
Malfoy looked down, as if he were embarrassed. "Pregnant again."
"You're pregnant again? How can you be pregnant? You've been locked up in here since you had your baby, haven't you?"
"He's said that before, that he's pregnant. I took him down to the clinic and had him looked at; Medi-witch Jones and I both did the pregnancy spell and both were negative. I remember it, because it was Samhain and instead of going to the annual feast at my grandmother's house, I was stuck here with Malfoy insisting that he's pregnant, even though that's impossible. I think he's gone a bit loopy and forgets that he already had the baby and it's right in there with him," Patterson said.
"Aescwine," Malfoy said. He had gone over to the blanket and was checking on the baby now. He seemed to be satisfied that the little guy was fine and that like Isobel, Harry hadn't hurt his baby.
"Humor me Patterson and cast the pregnancy detection spell," Harry requested.
"There's no way he can be pregnant again. He hasn't left that cell except to be seen in the clinic since he got here," Patterson said.
"Surely he must've at least been taken to St. Mungo's when he had the baby," Harry said. "Maybe they took him out some other time and didn't tell you."
"He had the baby over in the clinic. Medi-witch Jones delivered it right here."
"Just cast the spell Patterson. If he's not pregnant, what harm could it do?" Harry asked.
"It'll encourage him to keep seeking out special treatment. He needs to learn," Patterson replied, before casting the spell.
The spell gave a positive result, indicating that Malfoy really was pregnant again and Patterson had to eat his words. The first pregnancy spell had come back negative not because Malfoy wasn't pregnant, but because it was too early in the pregnancy to detect it.
Author's Note: I've said this before, but this story I intend to be short. I have the timeline for it worked out, and right now it's about 15 chapters. I plan on updating approximately once a week. And for those of you reading my other story, Blood of the Enemy; although the initial concept of Voldemort impregnating Draco is the same, everything else, down to the mechanism of male pregnancy and why the baby is Harry's, is different. One of the major differences is that the first baby is already here, so this story will be more family oriented, focusing on the children. Also, this story isn't a romance, but more about friendship, healing, and perseverance. Harry initially is in a relationship with Ginny, while Draco is too scarred mentally from abuse he's suffered at the hands of his night guards to be interested in having a relationship with anyone of either sex. There will be a slow build to a Harry and Draco romance, but because of how emotionally damaged Draco is, do not expect more than hand holding and maybe a kiss on the cheek.
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