HB; if you want a say in the sex of the wonderful baby that is happily going to grow inside young Mr potter, I believe you should check out the new poll on my profile. The poll will close at chapter 5 of this fic so you have a lot of time, but hurry now, ya hear? I like to plan chapters ahead and knowing what gender the little baby will be, will help a lot!

I'm not proud of this chapter but I haven't updated in a long time so I wanted to do something.


CHAPTER II – JUST A VISION


There were only two people that Draco Malfoy would say that he, well, particularly loved.

One was his mother, Narcissa Malfoy, nee Black. She wasn't what he would call an amazing mother, but considering the family and the titles the Malfoy family had to uphold, she did her very best. She made sure he went to Hogwarts and not Durmstrang, so he wouldn't be delved into the Dark Arts. She delayed the Dark Lords interest in him as long as she could, and made sure he didn't have to suffer the Dementors of Azkaban like his father, however brief his stay there was.

When Draco had admitted he was gay to the family, she was shocked, but accepted him for what he was, but saying she would have to like anyone he decides to have a relationship with, otherwise she wouldn't give them her blessing. The rest of his family, however, weren't so accepting.

His father had raged for days, cursing him numerous times, bellowing till he was hoarse, demanding to know what was wrong with him. Draco was the Malfoy heir; if he had no children, the line would die with him, and Lucius refused to accept it. Draco yelled back, saying he wouldn't have kids anyway, whether he was gay or straight. It had taken months for either wizard to speak to one another, and three years on, the hostility still remained. He didn't love his father, merely saw him as the man who gave him life, but he respected him, as his father, the head of the family and as a pureblood wizard.

The second person he believed that he loved was his mother's best friend, Nathaniel Lipton.

He rarely saw Nathaniel, only about twice a year on secret visits, but he was one of the nicest, most caring person he had ever met. They didn't particular see eye to eye as Draco got older and gained many views on different things, and argued frequently, but they remained in contact as much as they could. Nathaniel, for instance, loathed the fact they all became death Eaters, as he was fighting on the Light side, but they agreed they wouldn't allow it to come between them, and they wouldn't turn the other over to their leaders. Narcissa, in secret, sent Nathaniel letters at least twice a month, telling him different things, mostly about Draco, and mostly about Lucius.

Nathaniel hadn't been allowed in the Malfoy Manor whenever Lucius was there for over thirteen years, ever since Nathaniel became a father to young Cassandra Narcissa Lipton, a smiling blonde teenager with the talent to back chat anyone older than her, who was currently going to Beauxbatons Academy in Europe. Nathaniel wasn't even allowed to come see them for comfort, when his husband, Samson, was killed in the war against Voldemort four years ago. Draco and Narcissa had only seen Cassie once, when she was five, and Lucius had returned from the Ministry just as she and Nathaniel was about to leave. That was the first time since he was a small child that Draco hid in his cupboard, trying to hide from his fathers rage. It wasn't because Nathaniel was a Healer that specialized in pregnancy, and on the side of the Light. It wasn't because he was a father, or not really even because he was gay.

It was because Nathaniel was a carrier.

Carriers weren't uncommon in the Wizarding world, accepted by most and even thought of as miracles. The thought that a male could carry a baby conceived by himself and another man was mind-boggling, even with the use of magic.

But most purebloods thought of it as dirtying blood. Most carriers were in families were there was some sort of Muggle relation, so such creatures were just as bad as Mudbloods. Nathaniel and Lucius were actually quite close, were always slightly uneasy around each other as Nathaniel was gay, but acquaintances nonetheless. Draco still remembered the day that all changed.


13 Years Previously


"Uncle Nate! Uncle Sam!" Draco yelled, running down the stairs towards the two men. Nathaniel, a tall dark-haired man, laughed and hugged his 'nephew' before he could jump on them in his usual excited nine-year-old manner.

"Hey, Dragon" Samson smirked, ruffling his platinum hair. "You gonna find your folks for us?"

"Aren't you the excited one?" Nathaniel asked, smirking at his husband who was almost bouncing up and down, like Draco.

"Of course, I am. It's the best news, Nate," he pressed. Nathaniel smiled, and Draco blinked, confused, looking to Nate and Sam and back.

"Huh?"

"Cissa and Lucius, champ. Come on. We got some good news for them…well, for Cissa its good news. For Lucius…" Sam trailed off, scowling while Nate looked uncomfortable at the mention of the fellow wizard. Draco frowned. He never understood why his father disliked Samson, and seem to slightly favour Nate. He found him hilarious. He was forever playing with Draco when he came to see him, even bought him a few gifts when he did, even though Narcissa insisted he really didn't need them, which Nate agreed on. Nate was forever, almost punishing Sam, almost as if he was his own parent, and Sam was the carefree child. He always had a wide mischievous grin on his face, and he had a smirk similar to that of Draco's when he thought of something not particularly cruel, but something truly Slytherin to do. He spoke in a soft drawl, that Narcissa was sure that Draco would pick up if he weren't careful.

But if his father ever talked to Samson, it always had an almost hidden meaning to it. He spoke as if Samson was nothing but a guest, but beneath him. He only treated him slightly better than the House Elves down in the kitchens. Draco asked Sam about this once and why his father was like that with him, and it was the only time Samson was ever sharp.

"Because I'm Mudblood scum, Draco, that's why" he had spat out quite ruthlessly.

That was the last time they had seen him, five months ago, and Draco couldn't help but smile at the ecstatic look on the couples faces. Samson grabbed his shoulder.

"Come on, Little Dragon, we do need to talk to your folks"

Draco nodded, and grabbed his hand, leading the both of them through the numerous, dark and dimly lit corridors of Malfoy Manor.

"Mum and Father are in the dining room, I think"

"God, you still have the lisp, huh, Drake?" Nate chuckled, and Samson let out a booming laugh.

"Shut up!" Draco said, pouting, as he pushed the double doors in front of him open. He saw the room, a deep emerald green like most of the house, and a quick glance of the large, already set dining table, before there was a shriek, and his mother ran past him, a blur of platinum blond and black.

"It's so good to see the both of you!" she cried, hugging both Sam and then Nate. She pulled away from her long-term friend, before she smiled. "My, word. You're glowing!"

"You are glowing as usual, Cissa"

"What's a girl like you doing with someone like him?" Sam muttered, smirking as he glanced towards Lucius. Narcissa merely giggled and shook her head at him. Sam chuckled, sweeping his longish dirty blond hair out of his eyes. Draco grinned. He didn't care if Samson was a Mudblood. His mum smiled so much more whenever he and Nate came around. He obviously wasn't a bad Mudblood, and not trying to steal magic like the other ones.

"Lipton" Lucius Malfoy said, nodding to both males, who nodded back. Lucius stood tall and proud in his robes, making Nate and Sam's Muggle attire pale in comparison. Draco had inherited his fathers blond hair and pointed chin; Samson had said many times that he hoped he had Narcissa's character when he grew up, or so help him god, he make sure of it.

"What do we owe the pleasure of this…abrupt meeting?"

"Lucius!" Narcissa snapped. Draco tugged on the end of Nate's sleeve.

"Uncle Nate, Father got me these really cool toys that I want to show you two"

"In a minute, we have some news" Nate smiled and turned to the smiling Narcissa and the smirking Lucius. He smiled and took Sam's hand, making Lucius grimace. "Lucius, Cissa…Dray, you too…we…we're having a baby"


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Draco didn't remember much after that; the memory was a bit of a blur. He remembered being happy at the news, he would get a cousin to play with; it didn't matter that he would be a lot older than her or him. He could remember his mother's ecstatic scream. He could also remember his fathers face.

He didn't see Nathaniel and Samson for over a year after that, and months of that year were dedicated to Draco to having test after grueling test, to make he himself wasn't a carrier. Narcissa had screamed, ranted for days at her husband for putting her son through such tests, when their blood was the purest of anyone's. Lucius had breathed a sigh of relief when it showed he would only father children and not mother them. That was when Draco truly began to hate his father. It was when Narcissa began to think about divorce, but was forced to stay for Draco's sake. It was when Samson refused to ever go back to Malfoy Manor. It was when the visits dwindled down to twice a year. It was when he began to hate Sam, and Mudbloods because of it.

It was when he started to hate Carriers.


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Harry Potter didn't particularly hate gatherings. He liked few; meetings, that seemed important to something. There was an odd gathering that most of the time, made him grind his teeth so hard he thought it a miracle he still had them.

"Merry Christmas, Weasley's!"

Christmas. The time of year where he would have to endure almost all of the Weasley's and their spouses (he was thankful Charlie had yet to marry, and person was always at Penelope's house for Christmas), and Mrs Weasley's questions on when he was going to get married and start adopting children. Thankfully, Hermione saved by always making her help cooking the dinner, under Kreacher's strict supervision, of course.

Grimmauld Place was the largest place for them all to gather that wasn't outside in the winter cold so the past two Christmas's had been held there. It could fit all the Weasley's and their partners, Luna and Neville, and Andromeda and Teddy, and of course, Harry himself. It had surprised Harry immensely when Andromeda had announced the day before she would be spending the Christmas with her sister Narcissa, but he had smiled and agreed; The Malfoy's had turned themselves around the past few years, and according to Andie, Narcissa had helped her cope after she lost Ted Tonks Sr and her daughter, Nymphadora.

Not all of the Weasley's had come on Christmas Day, Harry realized, scanning the packed kitchen. Bill, the eldest Weasley child, sat at the table, chatting with his heavily pregnant wife, Fleur, who looked positively radiant while pregnant, despite her Veela glow; Charlie Weasley stood not too far from them with the twins Fred and George, their wives sitting on the new couch Harry had bought, glancing almost annoyed like at their husbands childish behavior. Harry smiled and walked over to them.

"Angelina, Verity, Merry Christmas to you both" he said. Angelina grinned and reached up, kissing him on the cheek. Verity did the same, but almost hesitant. Harry had first met Angelina during his years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where she was a member of his Gryffindor Quidditch team (a sport played on brooms) before she graduated, and had married Fred the year before. Verity had been an employee at Fred and George's shop, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, before finally agreeing to date George, and had married two years beforehand, and according to a gossiping Mrs Weasley and Hermione, were trying for their first baby.

"How are you, Harry?" she asked. Harry blinked at her politeness, knowing that Verity was still nervous around most of the boisterous family even after so many years with George.

"I'm doing good, Verity, you?" Harry replied, and she nodded and smiled prettily.

"Harry!" someone cried from the other side of the room, and said man turned to see Luna grinning, dragging a smiling Neville towards him.

Neville had shed the baby fat that he held through most of his years at Hogwarts and now stood just as tall as Harry but not as muscular, and had more of a leaner shape, but still held the slightly round face he inherited from his mother, Alice. He ran a hand trough his brown locks before shaking Harry's hand, and was startled as Harry pulled him into a bear-hug.

"Family don't shake hands, Nev" Harry laughed, the vibrations reverberating through his chest. Neville laughed too, patting him on the back.

"Merry Christmas, Harry"

"Merry Christmas" Harry replied, before pulling the blond into a hug. "You too, Lune"

"This year will be a good one" Luna smirked, pulling away from Harry who blinked.

"What do you mean?" he asked, frowning. She merely continued to smirk. "I know that lo-"

"How are you feeling?" she cut in, looking genuinely worried.

"Fine" She raised her eyebrows so he sighed. "I have a bit of a stomach bug, and have...thrown up a few times already this morning but apart from that I'm fine?" He paused. "Why? What did you see?"

"Don't even try, Harry" Neville explained, shaking his head. "She had a vision a few weeks ago and since then she hasn't done anything except sing and dance around the house. Cant get a word out of her, so don't try"

"Hey, Nev!" Fred called. "Come over here!"

"Be back in a bit," Neville said, nodding and walking over to the Weasley's. Harry looked back to Luna, who smiled pulling him over to the table to sit down, which he did hesitantly, scrutinizing her.

It had been just after the Last Battle at Hogwarts, that Harry and all of his friends had discovered that Luna was a Seer, and had inherited the gift from her mother. Much more reliable than Trelawney's, but according to the blond she only saw certain things. She confided in Harry that Ron and Hermione would marry two years after the war ended and Hermione would become pregnant on the honeymoon. The two of them were the only people not surprised when Hermione came home from four months in Aruba with a growing baby bump.

The visions came at any time, and it took much persuasion for Luna to admit the visions. Sometimes, though, she could not help herself in telling someone. She had told Hermione that she saw herself marrying Neville, and three months later the two were happily dating. Harry was waiting for Neville to propose and he was sure Luna was too.

"You aren't-?"

"How's Draco?"

"Will you stop interrupting me?" Harry asked. "And what about Malfoy?"

"How is he? Have you spoken to him yet?"

Harry frowned. "Why would I speak to him?"

"Well…you don't normally have one night stands. Two night stands, yeah, but not one night stands"

Harry felt his cheeks burn red, as he understood what she meant. At her smirk, he knew that she knew.

"You know that I…um…"

"Had hot sex with Malfoy on your desk? Yeah"

"Lune!" he hissed, glancing around to make sure no one heard and sighed in relief as he noticed nobody was paying them the slightest bit of attention. He scowled at the blond. "How do you…did you see us…?" he trailed off, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"No, I didn't actually see you two have sex. God, I would probably have to gouge out my own eyes. No offence, you two are both very good looking but I don't want to see the two of you bumping uglies"

"Don't say it so nonchalantly! If you didn't see us, then how did you know that we did it?"

Luna bit her bottom lip. "You'll find out in a few days. A week tops"

"Find out what?"

Luna smiled and patted him on the head, rising from her chair and walking over to Verity and Angelina who actually looked slightly put out at her sudden appearance. Harry looked after her, before falling back in his chair and sighing.

He had thought about talking to Draco about what had happened, but he had too much pride to face his smirking mug again. He someone caught himself in random moments, most of these in his office, where he had a flashback of their time together. His mind played with him and even changed the memory into something even more erotic and he found himself trying to hide himself behind his desk so Ron or anyone else couldn't see his…problem.

But nothing, no matter what happened could make him talk to Malfoy anytime soon. No matter how much Harry wanted him in his bed. No matter how much he wanted the blond to scream his name, take him roughly-

"Dinners ready" Hermione cried, beginning to place the food on the table, supporting a gurgling Rosie on her hip. Harry cleared his throat, adjusting himself as he found himself in severe discomfort after his recent thoughts, before blinking as Hermione passed him Rosie. "Hold her for a second, ok?"

"Um" Harry began to protest, but she had already gone, and the others had begun to pile around the table. He just sighed and began to bounce the toddler up and down on his knee, and she giggled delightfully.

"I'll take her, Harry" Molly Weasley, Ron's mother, said smiling. Harry gave his goddaughter to the woman who he looked up to like a mother. Mrs Weasley sported the exact same red hair as her children, but the years of the war caused it to have a few streaks of grey. Her face still held the most motherly smile as she cradled her first, and only, grandchild.

Harry's stomach gave a somersault as a large, and almost grotesque pudding was placed in front of him.

"What is that?" he moaned out, placing a hand over his nose, even though the smell that came from the pudding wasn't even that bad, but something inside him convulsed and jerked.

"Its...Harry, are you alright?" Bill asked, his voice full of concern. Harry shook his head, not noticing or caring that everyone had stopped to look at him. His stomach jerked once more, and bile began to rise in his throat. He turned his head just in time to empty his stomach of its entire contents, and vomited all over the floor. Everyone reacted immediately, Hermione running to Harry and Mrs Weasley bustling around to clean. Fred and George stood and helped to drag the pale and shivering wizard out of the kitchen.

"What's wrong with Master?" Luna glanced to her side to see Kreacher. The old house elf blinked after his master and seemed almost concerned. Luna smiled, which made Kreacher blink at her.

"Don't tell anyone, Kreacher. But you know Harry well" She smiled wider. "You help him out now. The next few months are going to be horrible for him and we can't always come over"

"What's wrong with Master?" Kreacher repeated.

Luna smiled and looked back around, where everyone was muttering how that was a very bad thing to happen at Christmas. She giggled.

"Harry will be a wonderful father"


Hope I've done ok with Luna's character, J K Rowling never seemed to focus on her much, so I wanted to do her as best as I could. She will be weirder, it was she couldn't really do anything weird here could she?

*Sighs* think I might get a lot of reviews about this, so I'll just say it now.

I know Angelina marries George in the end, but this is AU. Fred was Angelina's boyfriend in the Harry Potter series, so they are now married here. George, not that long after Angie and Fred got together, finally convinced his cashier to date him. They are together. And Percy married Penelope here not a random witch. Deal with it, ok? You don't like, I'm not changing that.

A few people are still unpaired, so if you want a say in them, feel free to tell me. But remember, some people still died in the war. Not as many as J K said, but still a few. So if someone who you suggest for a pairing is dead, don't bitch.

Anyway enough rambling, review and vote, and I'll update soon. I promise.

Next: Harry has to deal with the information regarding his sickness, Nathaniel visits Draco, and Luna confides in Harry about her vision