The following day Harry awoke first so he was already dressed and reading in their 'common room' when Draco walked out of his own bedroom with bleary eyes and messy hair to rival Harry's making the younger teen grin.
"How are you awake so early?" He asked as he walked over to the sofa and sat next to the boy. "Coffee?"
"Fairly sure that's on a no-go list for pregnant women, I'm guessing wizards are the same."
"Right, right. Do you want anything?"
"No thank you." Draco nodded and summoned himself a cup of coffee before leaning back against the sofa and shutting his eyes as he held the warm cup within his hands.
"What?" He asked when he felt eyes on him and he cracked open one eyelid slightly to look at Harry.
"Nothing. Just- never seen you so unkempt."
"It is a rare sight. Normally I'm up before everyone else in Slytherin."
"Why? If you're tired, why do you not sleep for longer?"
"Hello, have you seen the state of my hair? It is not a quick fix I can tell you that now. What about you? It's not even 6 yet, why are you awake?"
"I'm used to having to get up at 5 so I'm ready to start breakfast for the Dursley's and to do my chores. Even here I can't seem to break the habit of 5am. I tend to get ready and then just sit and read or do homework."
"You don't have any chores, just go back to bed."
"I could lay in bed but I won't go back to sleep so I might as well get up, otherwise I get restless."
"Mmm, fair enough." Draco took a long gulp of his coffee before shutting both eyes again as the room slipped back into silence. Once the cup was empty Draco vanished it and sat up, stretching before standing and walking back towards his bedroom. "Come on, if you're awake you can keep me company. Bring your book if you want." Harry's eyes widened in fear but he followed the blonde all the same. Draco began rummaging through his closet before he realised that Harry was stood staring at him and looking as though he were about to cry and Draco realised his mistake.
"I'm going in the bathroom to get ready for the day, you can sit in the chair or lay on the bed or sit on the floor, whatever you want. You can read your book if you want but be prepared for me talking, and most likely moaning. I'm not going to try anything Potter." Harry nodded but only really relaxed when Draco pulled out a pair of trousers and a shirt for the day, disappearing into the bathroom and shutting the door. Harry sat on the edge of the bed and led back so that he was half on and half off the piece of furniture. He held his book above him as he read and was content doing so until Draco opened the bathroom door and shouted.
"Oi Potter!" Instantly the book fell from his hands in his surprise and landed on his face making him exclaim in pain drawing the other out of the bathroom to look at what had happened. "Jeez Potter, I just wanted you to pass me my bag, I didn't want you to injure yourself. You alright?" Harry groaned from under the book before he lifted it off his face and Draco couldn't contain the laugh he let out.
"I think I broke my glasses."
"Yes you did, I think you broke your dignity too." Draco pulled the two halves of the glasses off Harry's ears and pointed his wand at them, instantly repairing them before placing the glasses back on Harry's face as he tried to hide in embarrassment.
"What did you want?"
"I'll get it Potter, wouldn't want you to trip over your feet or something. Who'd of thought reading was such a dangerous task for you to do."
Harry scowled at the boy's retreating back as he returned to the bathroom. Deciding that Harry had had enough of reading for now he pulled his feet up on the bed as he curled up on his side facing the bathroom door.
"When are we meant to go down to see Snape?"
"He said after breakfast so he'll be expecting us to head down as soon as we've finished. We'll have to sit with our own houses though but I doubt any of them are dumb enough to try anything in the great hall so we should be alright. If we make sure that we leave together afterwards I'll make sure I protect you from any lions' claws."
"I'll protect you from the snakes' fangs too."
"No need. House rules. Slytherins are to present a united front to the rest of the school at all times. That's why they are only able to attack me in the dorms."
"Still, I've got your back. With me you'll be even more of a target for Gryffindors."
"We look after each other then." The two slipped into a comfortable silence until Harry heard a frustrated growl coming from the bathroom.
"You alright there Malfoy?"
"My hair is not cooperating today. How do you manage it? It's infuriating."
"Ahh, I manage because no matter what I try it will do nothing else. Believe me, many have tried. Hermione even tried straightening it one day and five minutes later it was back to this. Saves time in the morning though." Another growl made Harry laugh. "Want some help?"
"You certainly can't make it worse."
"Is that a yes Malfoy?"
"Please." Harry walked into the bathroom and laughed outright at the sight of Draco with his comb stuck in his hair as he tried to detangle it, only making it worse.
"Stop trying, you can't even see what it is that you're doing. Let me." Draco's hands dropped to his side as Harry took up the position and began the slow and methodical task of separating Draco's tresses from the comb. Once it was free he lent against the counter with a smile and watched as Draco fought the comb through his hair once more.
"Thank you."
"No worries. Was this to make me feel better about dropping my book on my face, you tie your comb to your hair?"
"I wish I could say yes if only to save MY dignity but I'd be lying. Like I said, my hair is really not cooperating today." Harry ran his fingers through his hair, but it remained firmly in its natural mess.
"I know the feeling." This time it was Draco's turn to laugh before turning towards Harry and waving his comb threateningly at the boy.
"Granger gets to straighten it, I demand an attempt to sort out your hair."
"Not now. It seems as though we'll have to head to breakfast before you've even finished your own at this rate." Draco cast a quick tempus and his eyes widened as he began trying to fix his hair with renewed vigour. Harry jumped up onto the counter and spread his legs slightly, enough for him to pull Draco backwards towards him so he was stood in the gap before stealing the comb. Draco glared at him in the mirror but Harry only smirked as he began sorting out the back of Draco's hair, working the comb slowly through the knotted hair until it went through without resistance and he reached forward to dangle the comb in front of the blonde's face.
"Don't act so smug Potter, it doesn't suit you, you look like a snake."
"Snake at heart Malfoy. That's where the hat wanted me to go but I said no. You're welcome by the way, not that I said a word."
"You were smirking at me and you know it."
"Well, perhaps."
"As for you being a Snake, well, that you will have to explain while I try and fix your hair."
"Fine. You won't like it but if that's what you want. You going to be much longer? Breakfast has already started now, I figure if we get down there sooner rather than later the less students we will encounter."
"Urgh, very well. This will have to do for today, you're lucky we're only seeing Sev for making that suggestion. Out the way then, just got to do my teeth and get some shoes then I'm ready." Harry jumped down from the counter and returned to Draco's bedroom to put his shoes back on from where he had toed them off before curling up on the other's bed.
The walk down to the Great Hall was a silent one but the two took comfort out of the simple presence of the other. The walk was not as long for either of them from their new rooms so they made it to the Great Hall quicker than expected, both thankful for this meaning that there was less students there although there was a black-haired potions master there already watching both boys appraisingly as they sat down and began eating, segregated from the rest of the early risers from their houses. Slowly the hall began filling but they were both ignored until Harry tensed as a hand ran across his shoulders before someone sat down beside him. Draco began glaring at Seamus, while Snape watched to see the interaction and if it were something that he needed to ask the younger teen about.
"I missed you in the dorm last night Harry. I was looking forward to our special time together. Since I made the mistake of telling how good you were I've got less time with you. Perhaps we should rectify that fact soon." A finger ran down Harry's jawline drawing a whimper from the teen as he shut his eyes in an attempt to ignore what was happening. A tear escaped his eyes and Seamus quickly caught it on his finger before licking off the salty water and humming approvingly.
He stood once more and continued walking down the table to where the majority of the early students were sat, Harry had decided he couldn't eat any more as soon as the boy had sat down, so he also stood and left the hall drawing the attention of two Slytherins, one of which jumped up to follow him.
"Potter!" Draco called as he spotted Harry disappearing down one of the nearby corridors. Harry started at the shout but quickly realised it was Draco as he neared and wrapped Harry in his arms. "Come on. I know the password for Snape's office, we can wait for him in there so that we're away from any other students possibly walking in." Harry shook his head.
"No- don't wanna get in trouble- hates me."
"He doesn't hate you, he doesn't KNOW you. Come on, we won't get in trouble. He knows that I am the only one who knows his password so when he gets alerted someone is in there he'll know it's me and he'll guess you as well. I promise you he won't mind. He probably will finish breakfast before coming down to check as he'll realise it was me and he'll want to give us time."
"O-okay." Draco wiped away the stray tears with the cuff of his shirt before taking Harry's hand in his own and pulling him down through the dungeons towards the man's office, both hiding in alcoves and behind tapestries when a student was nearing. Eventually they made it down to their destination without seeing anyone and Draco gave the password to unlock the door, walking in with Harry before pulling the door shut behind them.
"Seamus, he- he was the first, wasn't he?" Harry nodded and sunk to the floor in the middle of the room, wrapping his arms around himself. Draco instantly followed suit without caring about being sat on the floor as he pulled the curled up Harry into his lap and held him tight. It was in that position that Snape found them after he had knocked on the door (ensuring there was no one else around) to alert the teens of his arrival as Draco had done the night before in their rooms.
"Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy. Thank you both for coming." Harry straightened and stood up before offering Draco a helping hand, and sitting in one of the two chairs opposite Snape at his desk. "I had intended to first ask about your injuries yesterday but the breakfast this morning has rather changed my plans. First off, you both left without finishing your meal, would you like something to eat?" Both boy's shook their head, Harry more sure of his answer than Draco so he summoned a bowl of fruit between them which Draco quickly snatched an apple from. "You sure Mr Potter? You are currently eating for three don't forget."
"How could I forget that? I'm sure thank you sir, I think if I eat anything I might vomit."
"Morning sickness?"
"No sir." Harry hadn't met Snape's eyes since he walked into the room and he still refused to do so now. Shutting down his emotions slowly so that he didn't have to think about the upcoming conversation.
"Very well. Should we start with what happened this morning or is there a story behind the interaction?"
"Story sir."
"Okay. Let us start with your injuries yesterday then."
"Part of the story sir."
"Have you come to a conclusion about what you want to do with regards the twins?"
"No sir."
"Well, what are your thoughts on the matter?"
"I can't kill them. I don't want them to grow up without knowing me like I grew up not knowing my real parents. I don't want to give them away but I don't want them to go to the Dursley's and grow up like I did. At the same time I know nothing about being a father or looking after children and I'm only 16 so I can't exactly provide a good life for them."
"You will not be returning to them if I have anything to do with it. You're comments seem as though you would rather keep them."
"What would I do with 2 babies while I'm at school? And I'm meant to kill a madman or be killed by him, my prospects aren't exactly good there. Either way they will probably end up growing up without me and I JUST DON'T KNOW!" Snape raised an eyebrow at the boys outburst while Draco held out his hand in a silent offer of companionship as he had discovered that Harry appreciated over the last 12 hours or so. "Sorry sir," Harry whispered.
"Thank you Mr Potter. Do you want to keep them?"
"More than anything but I don't see how I can."
"I told you to decide what you wanted and then we would figure it out together. I will not go back on that now. You are not an irresponsible child who got pregnant of your own stupidness, you're a child who is now pregnant because you were raped. That was not your choice, this is."
"Thank you sir." For the first time Harry met the man's gaze as he sent a tentative half-smile at him with his thanks before ducking his head once more.
"You're welcome Potter. We will come up with all the arrangements before the end of your pregnancy although for that we will need to find out precisely how far along you already are. Not necessarily now, if you choose, but soon, the rest of the staff will have to learn of your situation as past a certain time you shouldn't be in the room while brewing and you won't be allowed to practise spells against another student. Likewise, you should stop playing quidditch in case something happens, you often seem to be the player that gets injured. As for after the year, we will find you somewhere to go where you can live with your babies and with someone that you would trust to raise them if the worst did happen in the upcoming war."
"Okay."
"Right then, when did this all start?"
"Want the whole story?"
"If we are to protect you and your children from your family then yes, whole story. I will ask again though, does Mr Malfoy have to be here?"
"If you want me to be here then yes he does. We made an agreement last night. He knows the worst of it, the bits that I won't want to tell you. He's either going to get me to tell you or he'll show you the memory of me saying it if I can't bring myself to tell you. I will not hide anything from you because Malfoy is here, if anything I will hide things because YOU are here."
"Very well, but if I suspect you are hiding things he will be gone."
"Fine, because I'll be gone with him."
"YOU'LL STAY UNTIL I'VE GOT EVERYTHING I WANT FROM YOU!" Snape shouted but instantly realised his mistake as Harry's eyes widened and his breath picked up speed while Draco shot a glare at his godfather before focusing on the other teen's whispers.
"You promised Malfoy. You promised me. What-what does he want? You promised he wouldn't try anything. You-you promised!" Tears were flowing freely down Harry's cheeks and he drew his feet into the chair, hiding his face in his knees. Draco knelt down in front of Harry's chair and raised his hand to the boy's cheek, pulling his gaze down to Draco's.
"I did promise, and I stand by it. Just because SEV IS AN IDIOT does not mean that he will try anything with you. I still stick with my promise Harry. He won't try anything. Remember what I told you last night, about protecting yourself?" Harry shook his head.
"What?"
"No, you've got to remember because I meant that just as much as I meant my promise that you are safe with Sev."
"He won't let me go Malfoy," whimpered Harry.
"He will. We can go now if you want. I don't want you to, I think you should tell Sev the whole story so he can help, but if you want to, we can."
"You think I should stay?"
"I think we should stay." Harry nodded so Draco transfigured the chair the boy was sat on into a plush armchair before sitting on the arm of the chair and wrapping an arm around Harry's shoulders as he cautiously looked towards the man while holding his breath in trepidation.
"I'm sorry. Draco is right, and it is the only time I will admit to this, I'm an idiot. You can leave when you wish but I echo his thoughts about wanting you to stay. I can't help you if you don't tell me." Harry released his breath shakily when the man agreed that he was able to leave when he wanted.
"You're okay Potter, you can talk to him. Make sure your children are safe."
"Low blow Malfoy. Where do you want me to start sir? It'll probably be easier if you ask questions and I'll answer."
"Very well. We have had detentions before Mr Potter, and numerous times. You have not been nervous about being alone with me before. Is this a recent development, the rape?"
"No sir. It- it just was worse than normal this summer."
"Is it your family?"
"Kinda, it's also partly the-the other-" Harry looked to Draco for help.
"The other Gryffindor males," he supplied for the teen who was embarrassed and nervous to sell-out his housemates no matter what they've done.
"During term time?"
"Yes sir."
"Was that what the episode was about this morning with Mr Finnegan?"
"Yes sir."
"Just him?"
"All the upper years apart from Neville sir. He's the-the most frequent though, shall we say."
"When did this start?"
"2 weeks into the term sir."
"When was the last time?"
"As I told you last night, the day before yesterday sir."
"2 months!? Why did you not tell anyone?"
"Tell who? Who would actually care enough to help? It's not like you can punish half a house on the word of one student, not when the other half are sticking up for them."
"There are ways of getting the truth, surely you remember the truth serum from last year?"
"I thought her using that was illegal or something."
"It is unless we have cause to suspect an unforgivable act has taken place."
"I've never exactly found an adult I could trust sir. Believe me, if it wasn't for Malfoy, I wouldn't be here now with even the slightest shred of hope you might be different."
"I'll prove it to you, no matter how long it takes. I will help you and I will not, intentionally, give you a reason not to trust me."
"If you say so sir."
"Have they only been raping you?"
"No sir. They were purely beating me up for the first two weeks and continued that as well."
"Badly?" Harry shrugged so the man looked to Draco instead.
"Probably the wrong question. What would seem bad to us doesn't faze Potter at all. Can I show him what your stomach looked like?"
"After the Dittany. The other part isn't relevant yet." Draco nodded once and took an empty vial from the potions master, drawing the memory out with his wand and placing the glowing wisps into it, corking it afterwards. He passed it back to the man who told them to wait as he got his pensieve from his rooms through the connected door.
"Thanks."
"Pleasure. I'm here for you."
"I know, and I'm glad." Snape walked back in his rooms and placed the stone bowl down on his desk, emptying the vial into it before looking at the swirling image of Harry's torso.
"Why do you say that wasn't bad?"
"Well, it isn't. Not really. I get far worse at home."
"Home. How old were you when those beatings started?"
"I don't know." The man looked towards Draco with an eyebrow raised which Harry noticed. "But I don't! It's been as long as I can remember, not as bad when I was really young though as I doubt I would have survived the beating I get now at that age. I had a broken collarbone when I was 2 or 3 but I don't know exactly! Don't send him away!"
"I'm not going to send Mr Malfoy away child. He can stay. You really don't know, do you? The only life you know is being hurt?"
"Right from the moment that Voldemort laughed as he killed my mother."
"So you don't know when the beating started, only the first broken bone. Did they do anything else when you were really young?"
"They'd shut me in my cupboard without food but that was only if I did something wrong or if I didn't finish all my chores or if I used accidental magic. Well, no, that last one was what tended to cause my earliest broken bones, other than my cousin."
"Your cupboard?"
"My bedroom. It's the cupboard under the stairs. I figured you knew, that's where my Hogwarts letter was addressed to, I thought all the teachers knew."
"Is that why Mr Malfoy and I found you in the cupboard last night?"
"No one else can fit in my cupboard, I'm safe there." Harry tried to duck his head in shame.
"It's okay child. I understand the need to have a sanctuary." Harry nodded thankfully at the man for not judging or belittling him for hiding in the wardrobe.
"If I was in my cupboard I knew that I might not be getting any food but I also wasn't getting beaten or- or raped sir. I take comfort in small spaces as long as I can get out of them of my own free will."
"Have you always slept in the cupboard?"
"Before my second year here, in that summer, they gave me Dudley's second bedroom. Ron and the twins, they came and pulled the bars off my window and saved me. It had multiple locks and I was fed through a cat flap they put in."
"Why did you not continue to have that bedroom?"
"I did for a few summers but then this year they- they got told what happened to Siri and so they didn't have to be scared of my godfather anymore. They told me what I had to write in the letters to him anyway so he didn't check on me but without the threat of him looming over their head it was back to normal."
"You could have found a way to tell us in those letters, we could have helped."
"How? By writing them in blood or something? Besides, no one wants to help ME, they want to help the Boy-Who-Lived, the Saviour. They don't want to help me so that I live, they want my help so that THEY live. Who do you trust when everyone in your life only sees you as what you can do for them?"
"You trust someone that has always taken a mockery of your fame so you know that isn't why they're helping."
"What, like you sir? Tell me, you thought I was a pampered prince, what would you have believed if I sent you a letter asking for help? Me, or your own thoughts of me and that I was just attention seeking?"
"I wouldn't have trusted you but I'd have still checked it out, would have come and looked around to see if you were telling me the truth."
"But you wouldn't have believed me. That's my point. You claim I ask someone who hates me as then I know why they're helping. If it wasn't for you forming your own opinion, you wouldn't have helped. In what way is that making me trust someone who hates me more than someone who is using me?"
"Because I don't want anything from you. Yes, I wouldn't have trusted you outright but I would have helped without expecting anything."
"You never expect anything of me."
"That's just because you're dreadful at potions and I refuse to let a child suffer alone with the prospect of having to defeat the Dark Lord on his own, without help. You don't let people help but in this you have hundreds by your side. I expect you to know that even if I hated you, I'm your professor, you should know that means I'll still protect you from anything. As my student and as the son of my best friend."
"And the son of your enemy."
"Yes well, no one is perfect." Harry cracked a smile at this comment and didn't bother responding so that the argument ended on a high note, Snape also smiling gently at the teen as he looked at him. Harry had completely forgotten about the boy sat of the arm of his chair as well as the arm that wrapped around his own shoulders which Snape was glad for, it meant that Harry likely wouldn't stop talking because of Draco so the second teen was pure comfort rather than distraction. "How many times have your bones been broken and what was the worst?"
"Isn't there a spell for that sir? It'll take too long otherwise and I really can't remember the answer."
"Yes, but it'll show every broken bone, not just ones done by them, also quidditch and in fights here."
"So produce a list and I'll cross of the ones that weren't done by them."
"Very well." Snape set up some parchment and a quill behind him and performed the spell to begin listing bones before returning to his questions. "Which was the worst?"
"I don't know. I always think about my collarbone when I was young being the worst but that could just be because it was the first. Before fourth year was pretty bad, he broke 3 ribs and punctured my lung but I guess that is then the lung that makes me think that more so that the broken bones. Jaw and hip were probably the most painful. Yeah, I'm going with hip."
"That isn't even the full list of injuries child, you've already been through a lot. How did he break your hip?"
"He's fat, what can I say. He orgasmed and dropped his weight onto me, broke a hip. I still had to do my chores but I couldn't stand for too long so I was sat doing the flowerbeds and stood when he was driving into the driveway but he sped up so I couldn't get out of the way and hit me on my side. I think that just sort of solidified the break rather than that being the cause of the break."
"How old were you then?"
"11 maybe. Dobby, a house elf, had appeared and dropped a cake on Vernon's boss to make my family try and keep me out of school in second year but it just made him mad."
"Would that be the very same Dobby that used to work for the Malfoy family?"
"Ahh, yes. I sort of tricked Lucius into handing Dobby my sock so he was free."
"Cunning."
"I don't think he thought so sir."
"No I can't imagine he would."
"He tried to use the Killing Curse on me. Why, I don't know, a far stronger wizard than him failed at that. Although I did have Dobby on my side who sent him flying to protect me." The quill suddenly dropped against the parchment so Snape turned and picked up the two items, handing them to Harry. "No ink sir."
"Self-inking quill. You won't need any."
"Yeah I've been told that before and it left its mark. Can I have a normal quill and some ink please?" Snape's brows furrowed in confusion but he took back the quill and gave Harry what he asked for.
"Can I get you to tell me about how they were caused once you have sorted out who did what?" Harry made a small hum of acknowledgment as he continued working through the list, mumbling to himself as he went.
"Dated, that makes this easier- was that when Dudley- that was car- ahh, that's when Dudley- Vernon, Vernon, Vernon, Dudley, Piers, Vernon- quidditch, stupid Lockhart- basalisk maybe- quidditch- DA- Draco Malfoy-" That earned the teenager a raised eyebrow from the man so he grinned sheepishly. "-quidditch practise, stupid third years- Gryffindors for the win. There you go," Harry stated simply as he handed everything back as though his commentary had been in his head.
"The crossed out ones with a 'Q' are quidditch I take it?"
"Yes sir. 'DA' is, well, the DA last year. 'V' is in the fights with Voldie. 'A' is accident. 'B' is basalisk, although there's only one of those. 'G' is Gryffindors. All the others I've written the name next to."
"The one I'm most intrigued by at the moment is Draco Malfoy, on the first day of this term, had you already started fighting that early in the year?"
"I was spying on him and the other Slytherins on the train so he punched me and broke my nose when the train stopped. Deserved it."
"Very well. How would you like to do this, by person, chronologically, or work backwards from now?"
"Whatever, it makes no odds for me as long as you point out which one you're talking about."
"What is VC?"
"Vernon's Clients. Ignore them, for now at least. You can come back to that after we explain this last summer to you." Neither Slytherin missed the way that he said 'we' so Draco knew that his help would be needed and Snape realised that if he wanted to know what seems like the worst part of the story he would have to let his godson stay in the room although he wasn't finding it as disagreeable with Harry as he would with other student's. The age difference between the cases he normally deals with at the start of school and Harry proving that he would have to allow a different approach.
"Indeed I shall come back to those injuries, they may be few but still worrisome. The one's that are not crossed out were at home I take it?"
"Yes Sir."
"So, we have Vernon, Petunia, those I know. Dudley is your... cousin. Who are Ripper, and Piers?"
"Dudley is my cousin, Piers is his best friend. Ripper is Aunt Marge's dog, not my aunt though sir, Dudley's, she is Uncle Vernon's sister."
"That would be the woman you inflated before your third year when you ran away from home, yes?"
"Yes sir, although quite by accident. She said that my father was a drunk and my mother was bad blood which is why I have to attend St. Brutus' School for the Criminally Insane."
"This Piers, your cousins friend, how did he manage to break your wrist?"
"Dudley's gang was Harry Hunting and they found me so he held me whilst the others got to punch me, wanting his own turn he broke my wrist. I think he just meant to hurt me though sir, I don't think he intended to break anything. Nor Dudley, most of those breaks were him not knowing his own strength and my own fragility."
"HE BROKE YOUR THIGH! THE HARDEST BONE IN YOUR BODY!"
"He sat on me to hold me down and get me in trouble. He's not much smaller than Vernon, only in height."
"And this group of five bones, including your shin, wrist and cheek?"
"To be fair, that wasn't him so much as me trying to escape from him, he was chasing me and somehow I ended up on the roof of the school only I span around in shock and fell off the roof. Totally my fault now I think about it, you can change them to 'A'." Harry picked up the quill and went to change it but the man moved the parchment out of his reach.
"I feel it is suitably categorised." The two continued working through the list, jumping all over the place as Severus selected an injury at random, Draco not moving from his position of half-hugging Harry in fear of disturbing him.
"That's all broken bones done, and it is now well after lunch. I expect you both to eat a full meal now, if you can't I have got a nutrient potion you will be taking if I deem the amount of food to be unsatisfactory. As it is you should begin drinking these soon anyway Harry so I have brewed up the first month's worth of pre-natal potions."
"Oh, thank you sir."
"You had expressed last night that you would not terminate the pregnancy so I thought it would be wise to begin making you what you would need." Harry chewed on his lip for a few seconds before walking over to the man and giving him a quick hug and whispered thanks before retreating back to Draco in embarrassment, unknowing of the obsidian eyes that followed his movements with curiousity and a gentle smile. The three sat in silence as they all ate the plate of food that had been delivered by the house elves, Harry drinking the first of many potions afterwards while scrunching up his nose and gratefully accepting the pumpkin juice that Draco offered him.
"Right, now we have covered that list, or a fair chunk of it anyway, let's move on. I'm intrigued by a comment you made earlier. What quill?" Harry raised his eyebrows in silent questioning. "You asked for ink because the last one left its mark."
"Oh, Umbridge last year. In our detentions she made me write with a Blood Quill I believe she called it."
"A BLACK Quill?" Harry shrugged his shoulders and fury grew on the man's face. Instantly he pushed himself in front of Draco as if protecting him while shaking in fear himself. "I'm not angry at you, child."
"B-but you are angry."
"At the person who did this to you." Harry still seemed to be wary of the man's actions so Draco reached around his waist and pulled him into a hug from where he was sat behind him. He rested his head between Harry's shoulder blades until the teen had relaxed enough to sit back down and he resumed the one armed hug from before.
