Sin's Unpunished.

A/N: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters. JK. Rowling does.

"side note" The first chapter was fun for me to write. I hope you will enjoy this one. As you all know, this story is loosely based of another from OccasusVenustas. at least the first chapter was, and now I am taking over the reigns from here on out. I also am using an idea from Cloneserpents and his story Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor. Check it out, you will laugh your head off. Also I follow no rules to the cannon universe for Harry Potter so as you can imagine its extremely AU.

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Harry was true to his word. He wouldn't, no...couldn't let Draco's sins go unpunished. If he did, then what would that make him... He would be no better than Malfoy himself. Although Harry did understand why Draco did what he did at the time, He still couldn't let it go.

Another problem had arisen throughout all of this. Narcissa..Draco's mother had become pregnant with Harry's child. Even though he tried to act indifferent and show that he was willing to do anything possible to see justice done.. He couldn't help but wonder if there was someway to save the baby's life. If Malfoy's mother was right about one thing, it was the fact that he would inherently care about the child. That was just his nature. Being in a loveless home like Harry had been in all those years, had taught him the precious values of life.

Ok, so maybe not that deep. He simply made a promise to himself that he would never treat any child he might have in the future like they had treated him. Just then another thought came to the forefront of his mind. He was still seeing Ginny! This was bad, real bad for Harry. Sure they had talked about getting married and having children someday, but always Harry would put it off saying that he wanted to wait until all the Death Eaters were rounded up and taken care of.

Ginny of course would rant and rave about how he didn't love her and all that, but then later would calm down and realize he was right. She maybe be a little hot tempered, but she wasn't stupid. Now after all of his preachings about wanting to wait, he had made a child with a women that he didn't even love! Oh sure he found her quite beautiful and eerily sexy, even if she was as old as his own mother would have been at this point in his life.

Harry was sitting in his bedroom at Grimmauld place and happened to look over at the picture of him and Ginny sitting on a large chintz chair. More importantly, it was Ginny sitting on his lap.. This made him smile and for a moment tried to remember back to when that picture was taken. For some reason however, he was unable to come up with the exact time he had been with her in that predicament. With a confused look on his face, he again looked at the picture, but this time alot more closely hoping to come up with a clue of when that was taken. Upon closer inspection of the picture revealed something strange to Harry.

The picture was of not him and Ginny, but of his father James and his mother Lily. At first Harry just smiled at the picture of his parents. Then all of a sudden, something clicked in his head and to his utter horror, he realized something.

" Oh my god! Ginny looks exactly like MUM! "

This thought was to much for Harry and he ran off to the bathroom. A moment later the sounds of retching could be heard throughout the entire house. After he finished with his vomiting, he stood up and flushed the toilet, He stood there for a moment trying to collect himself. Eye's closed, he kept imagining the soft lips of Ginny's every time he laid his lips onto hers, for a just a brief second, he didn't think of anything else. That was until the unbidden picture of his MOTHER came. Again Harry felt the tell-tale signs of bile rising up. He bent back over and emptied his stomach contents into the porcelain bowl once again. This was vastly becoming to much for Harry. Evertime he felt better, another image of him and Ginny doing all sorts of sexual things kept coming into his head, then soon after her face was replaced with his MOTHER'S! and soon all he could get out were dry heaves.

Finally able to stand longer than 5 seconds He walked over the sink and looked into the mirror. His face was pale as a ghosts. He just stood there thinking about all the times he and Ginny snogged in a broom closet at Hogwarts or when he and Ginny were making love in his bed right in the next room. He briefly wondered.."did mum feel that tight when..."

" Holly Hell! " he yelled out rather loudly. He ran head first into the bathroom wall, trying desperately to rid himself of the terrible images that forced themselves into his mind. Or knock himself out, whichever came first.

He suddenly felt VERY,VERY dirty! He could remember all the times that he became aroused when Ginny would simply slip her tongue into his mouth. Harry's face became even paler than before when a disturbing thought passed through. " If Ginny looks like mum does she taste like mum? "

He felt sick again, but knew he had nothing left to give to the toilet man. So he simply did the next best thing. He tried to scrub the taste out of his mouth. Grabbing a toothbrush that he was vaguely aware that might not be his, but maybe Ron's or one of the other order members that frequented his home. He grabbed the toothpaste and squeezed the tube until you could literally not see the bristles anymore. Throwing the tube down he scrubbed furiously trying to rid himself of any trace that might have lingered from Ginny. 20 minutes of intense scrubbing later, he heard a knock at the door and Ron's head poking in.

" Hey mate you in..GOOD GOD! " Ron shouted when he looked at Harry's foam laden mouth. Harry turned to his friend with a feral look in his eyes.

" GET OUT!! " Harry screamed at his friend. Unfortunately with all that foam, it really came out like this." Gweth Ouww!! Ron quickly bolted from the room and out of the house and would later run into Hermione to tell her the tale of the Harry who looked like he had rabies. Still not feeling clean, he quickly stripped of all his clothing and took his wand, letting out an curse to burn away his clothes. He turned on the shower to scolding hot.

Jumping in, he hissed loudly at the temperature, but did nothing to lessen the scolding heat. He took the soap and shampoo and vigorously scrubbed away all the filth and grime he imagined that covered his body. Soon his skin was raw from both the heat and scrubbing. When the water suddenly turned ice cold he finally turned it off and jumped out. He looked at the towel hanging on the rack warily. His skin hurt and didn't like the idea of having to dry himself of with such a rough looking piece of cloth.

He was able to put the pain aside long enough to dry off, but soon afterwards, he felt his skin sting from the prolonged contact. He left the bathroom and rushed back into his room. he set out some clothes but again wary at having such rough looking material touching his raw skin. It was almost funny to Harry. He never knew that rubbing yourself raw would make you fear the simple things in life like clothes. Ten minutes of careful planning and execution, he had proclaimed victory over his nemesis. clothes!

Harry walked gingerly down the steps and into the kitchen. He was feeling rather hungry after his ordeal. And a bit worn out to. Walking into the kitchen he noticed that Ron had returned with Hermione. Ron looked at his best mate nervously out of the corner of his eye. Hermione studied him for a moment and couldn't help but noticed how his exposed skin looked red and inflamed.

" Harry? Ron tells me that your were foaming at the mouth..is this true? " she asked with amusement tainting her voice.

Harry just looked at her for a moment trying to decide IF he should tell them of his discovery. Nodding to himself, he made his decision.

" Well, umm, you see...I had this rather starting revelation.." he stopped when he noticed Hermione's shocked look when he used the word "revelation". Scowling at her for a moment he continued. " As I was saying..I found something out that was well...quite frightening. I was wondering if either of you ever noticed how Ginny looks alot like my mother..?" he made sure he put extra emphasis on "mother"

His two friends just sat there for a moment looking at him like he had grown two heads. Being as quick as ever, Hermione was the first to figure out what Harry was getting at, and she immediately paled. Her cheeks taking on a rather nasty sickly green look to them. The poor girl looked ready to barf much like Harry did earlier. Harry was gracious enough to put a pale by her chair.

Ron for the most part just sat there still trying to figure out what Harry meant by that statement."Ginny looks like his mum? I wonder wha..." It finally registered to him. " Ohhh, thats simply disgusting! And to think all the times you snogged her." he said in a grossed out tone. Harry for his part was starting to look sick again, but felt he could handle it this time.

" I mean you have been going out with Ginny for what...nearly two years now? So I can only imagine that you and her have at least done some heavy groping. Ugh! can you even imagine if you had sex with her...What?" he stopped when he watched Hermione lean over and deposit her stomach into the pale th at Harry had given to her.

Harry also threw up, but had to run to the kitchen sink to do so. "Odd, I don't remember having corn." he thought idly.

"What? Did I say something? It's not like I gave out detailed descriptions of Harry and Ginny's..hmph!" Ron's rant was cut off by a pale and heavily panting Hermione.

" No..More..Please.." came Harry's feeble words from the floor, as he had fallen when Ron started to try and explain his actions.

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After a while, they all calmed down and were able to talk this newly developed problem out. Harry even went so far as to tell them what happened between Narcissa and himself, At first Ron was furious that Harry had cheated on Ginny. But quickly calmed when he remembered how Ginny his sister looked like Harry's own Mum. Everytime he thought about it, it made his shudder in disgust.

" I just don't know what to do guys.. I mean, yes she is carrying my child and it's the only thing that is keeping Draco alive at this point. But I don't know if I can condemn a man to death if it results in the death of my own child!" Harry felt confused, conflicted and also shameful that he had stunned Narcissa in such a delicate state.

" Harry mate, I can't understand what the problem your having here." Harry looked up at his friend with a look that clearly said "are you kidding me!?" " What I mean is, the baby was an accident right? So, why don't you just do what you have to do and get rid of that slimy git?" Ron said with no regard for the child's well-being.

To Harry, that would always be Ron's biggest failings. Never really looking at the big picture. Always thinking of himself before anyone else. Even though Harry thought of Ron as a brother. These were the times were Harry was sick to his stomach (literally) to call him a friend.

Hermione just sat there thinking and calculating like she always did when faced with a difficult problem. She had of course thought of that same solution, but wouldn't dare bring it up, knowing how noble Harry was and all. She of course would never want to put an innocent child in harms way. But what other choice did he have? Most likely the ministry was going to convict Malfoy and sentence him to the Dementor's Kiss. Now that the Dementor's were finally under ministry control again. From what Harry explained to them though, that would also end the life of his unborn child. That thought troubled Hermione more that she thought it would.

It was a unplanned pregnancy, at least on Harry's part. But that did not give anyone the right to terminate an innocent life. If they did that, then they would be no better than Voldemort! There was only one option, and that would be to help Draco to stay alive. If he had to get away with his crimes, to save the life of Harry's child, then so be it. Hermione looked up from the spot she had been concentrating on. on the table and looked pointedly at Harry.

" I have an idea Harry. You may not like it though..If you feel so strongly at keeping the baby safe, then I suggest helping Malfoy and his Mother. She may have used you in a truly terrible way, but when you look at it form her point of view. She is just a mother trying to save her son! At least thats looking at it logically." her cheeks flushed red when she noticed Harry's penetrating stare at her. At first she thought he might be angry, but she was proven wrong when he gave her a smile.

" Thanks Hermione. Your the best! " He said walking over to her and giving her a huge to show is gratitude. Hermione sat there and blushed prettily while hugging him back.

This un-nerved Ron a little as his jealous side started to show once again. Now that he was dating Hermione, he felt that NO MAN should touch his woman, not even Harry Potter! He grew red in the face and stood up abruptly, knocking over the kitchen chair he was sitting in.

" Get your filthy hands off my woman Potter! " He yelled and pointed his wand at the two. He was seething at this point and for the life of Harry and Hermione, they couldn't figure out why!

Hermione quickly let go of Harry and stood up herself, glaring at her soon to be ex-boyfriend. She had seen his jealousy far to often for her tastes and she was getting quite sick of it. Everytime she was around Harry, he would fume and get into big arguments with her about her being to FRIENDLY with Harry. And everytime she had to calm him down and explain to him that they are just friends. A fact that he should have already been aware of. Seeing as Ron himself had been friends with Harry for nearly ten years now.

Harry looked on confused as hell. He definitely knew of Ron's jealousy. After seeing it in their 4th year together at Hogwarts. and other times as well. He did NOT however liked being drawn down on, Not by anyone! Harry pulled is own wand out and pointed it at his redheaded friend.

" I'm going to say this once and once only Ron! Put..the...wand...down!" Harry said slowly so there would be no misunderstandings.

The two stood there glaring at each other for a few tense minutes. Ron finally seeing reason, put his wand down and tried to apologize.

" Oh blimey! I'm sorry you guys, its just that..ever since I got with Hermione, I can't stand it when she is touching someone else and not me." He sounded desperate, but Hermione knew better.

" I'm sorry Ron..but I can't live like this anymore! I'm moving out starting tonight! " She turned away from a stunned Ron and to Harry. " Harry? Can I stay here tonight? " she asked with pleading eyes. All Harry could do was nod. In his mind however, he knew this was going to be problematic.

" What! You leave me so you can run to your precious Potter!? I knew it! your shagging him aren't you..you trollop!" he would have shouted more obscenities, but Harry had stunned him and stunned him hard. In fact Harry poured out so much magic into the stunner, that Ron would not wake up from it for the next week.

Hermione was angry and hurt by his words, but finally figured that Ron would never change.

" I'll be back later with may stuff.." Was all she said. Harry could have sword he heard her sniff before heading out the door. He didn't give it much further thought, when he heard a small grunt from Ron's prone body.Harry bent down and got right next to his unconscious former friend.

" Stupid Git! now you have lost Hermione forever. And me as well." With that he picked up the boy and heaved him out of his front door. Ron's body hitting the ground hard. Harry would have seen the poor boy's body land in a pile of dog poop if he didn't slam the door shut before hand.

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That night Harry had trouble sleeping. He kept thinking about Narcissa and the baby. Draco was not far off either. He knew Hermione was right and if he wanted his child to live, he would have to help out the woman that used him. He also wondered if she would go so far to help her son..If she would also go to other extraordinary lengths to help their unborn offspring as well? These questions plagued his mind. His rest was fitful, but he soon calmed when he felt a warm body slide into the bed next to him. and soft words echoing in his ear,

Hermione had entered his room, when she heard him from her room, Crying out in his sleep. She knew he still had nightmares at times, but he rarely ever talked about them. This was not the first time she had done this. Although Harry never knew it, she had come to him in the dead of night to calm him down. In a way Ron was right. She was sleeping with Harry Potter. She grinned at that. To her it was a funny irony that he was right to a degree but completely wrong at the same time.

When Harry calmed down, she got up gently so she wouldn't wake him and went back to her own room. But before she closed his door. Hermione turned back looking at Harry's sleeping form. She smiled and closed the door quietly.

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The next morning. A disheveled Harry walked down the stairs, yawning all the way. He scratched his bare stomach and walked into the kitchen to get something to eat. What he found amazed and shocked him. Hermione was standing at the stove cooking up eggs, bacon, sausage and whatever else you can imagine. This made his mouth water and stomach growl loudly. The grumbling stomach startled Hermione for a second, thinking that Ron had somehow gotten back in. When she saw it was only Harry, she calmed down straight away.

" Good morning sleepy head. " She said cheerily.

Harry just grunted his own good morning and sat down at the table.

" Your awfully cheery this morning.." Harry said tiredly.

" I can honestly say, I am so happy this morning because of the fact that I was finally able to get some sleep, Living with Ron was a nightmare at night time. Can that boy snore! " She said laughingly. Harry joined in with a few chuckles, knowing full well she told the truth.

Then the weight of yesterday finally fell on both of them as they remembered that Ron was no longer considered a friend or otherwise. After finishing the breakfast. Hermione walked quietly to the table and set the mouth-watering meal down. In a somber mood they both ate quietly. Only throwing out random comments every now and again. When they were finished Hermione with a wave of her wand cleared the dishes and cleaned the rest of the kitchen as well.

" Thanks for breakfast Hermione! I didn't know you could cook so well." Hermione beamed a beautiful smile at Harry for the compliment. And was thankful. " I hate to ruin the mood but...I have to go see Narcissa and Draco this morning."

Hermione's smile faltered, but she knew this would come eventually." I understand Harry. Just..becareful, ok?" Harry nodded and went back upstairs to get ready.

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Later that morning Harry stepped out of the floo at St. Mungo's hospital. He already knew that this visit would NOT be a joyous one. Yes, he understood that Narcissa carried his child and that very same child was in fact helping Draco come back to the world. Yet Harry was still apprehensive to say the least. "Ok Potter..time to man up and do what you have to..I just hope it will be enough.." was his final thoughts before walking towards the Wing for "Special Magical Maladies".

Upon reaching the desk, Harry asked the rather attractive young woman, who's name happened to be Helena, if he could see the chart on Draco Malfoy. She of course knowing who Harry was, quickly complied and handed him the aforementioned information. He quickly scanned through it and noticed to his surprise that Narcissa was not lieing at the fact of, as their baby became stronger, so would Draco. In a way...Harry felt proud of his unborn child. Being able to help someone else out without even being born yet, HAD to be something short of a miracle.

Quickly checking to see what room they were currently residing in, Harry walked with confidence. Although deep down he was nowhere near as confident as he was showing at the moment. And was afraid that Narcissa would see that when he walked in. This thought made him pause his step. For a brief moment, he wondered why he would care or not if she knew he was confident or not? Shaking it off, he picked up his pace a little and in no time was in front of the door that help his possible future.

Taking a deep breath, Harry knocked on the door. No need to be rude or anything. After a moment of no answer, he decided to try once again. but this time before his knuckles even reached the door, it opened and he heard a faint " come in " from the other side.

Another deep breath and he pushed open the door ever so carefully. "No need to take chances.." He thought. For all he knew, Narcissa would hex first and ask questions later.

" Hello? Narcissa? Its Harry..Harry Potter.." He nearly slapped himself for saying something so stupid. Of course she would know its him! How many other Harry's could she possibly know?

" Come in.." came the faint voice of Narcissa Malfoy.

This puzzled Harry for a second. He wondered why she was being so quiet and not trying to take his head off.. Then it clicked in his head and once again he nearly slapped himself for being stupid. When Harry had arrested her and Draco, He had taken away her wand, so of course she couldn't do any sort of cursing..well, with the exception of the normal way..by mouth.

Harry walked over the the bed where Draco lay. He looked to be asleep and in a way,peaceful. Harry looked over to where Draco's mother sat in a big fluffy chair. He long silky legs were dangling over one of the arm rests. Seductively, she had one of them lightly swinging back and forth. Her eyes were closed and her head laid back on the other arm rest, thus causing her torso, not to mention her breasts that adorned her torso, to jut out in a pleasing manner. Poor Harry felt the familiar stirring in his pants. He knew if he didn't start up some sort of conversation soon, He would be sporting a VERY noticeable bulge, True it wouldn't be anything that his one time lover had not seen before, but he felt it to be in bad taste to have such things happen in front of her child.

" Hi.." he said dumbly. Now you would think with him being a doctor AND an as he didn't mention it before, an Auror. He would have some semblance of intelligence.

Narcissa opened one eye and looked at him for a second before closing it again. " What do you want Potter?" Her tone was cool. And definitely not welcoming.

This angered Harry a little, but figured that hopefully once she heard his proposal, that she might not be so frosty towards him.

" I came to talk." Harry said simply.

" Obviously. Again I ask. What do you want?" Harry was beginning to loose his patience already. In a way this was funny to him. He already knew of his quick temper and all, but he couldn't help but wonder if this might be a record. This little thought caused a little smirk to play across his lips. And Narcissa noticed.

" What are you smiling about Potter!?" This time her tone became a little more harsh than before. Thinking that maybe he was laughing at her for some reason.

" Just thinking is all. Now as to what I want.." He paused for dramatic effect. " I want to offer you a deal. Now, before you interrupt me and yest I saw that you were about to.." He stopped when he noticed her nod her head at him. " You were right Narcissa..I can't sacrifice OUR child's life for justice. I still do feel that Draco does deserve to be punished for his crimes, but I know that if he is given a death sentence. Than that would be the end of another innocent life..that being OUR unborn child." He kept using the word OUR, because he wanted her to know that even though it was an accident, He was not about to let her keep him out of the child's life.

" What's the deal then Potter? " She was intrigued. For a little while, she actually thought that Harry would let the baby growing inside of her to die, just for the sake of justice. Narcissa felt a little hope rise within her. No matter what she may have said before. She really did want to have this baby. She always wanted to have another child. She never thought in a million years that Harry Potter of all people would be the father, but it was better than pretty much any other option out there.

" The deal is simple really. I get the courts to drop all charges against Draco and keep him out of Azkaban. Thus keeping him and the baby alive. On your end, you do everything in your power to make sure that this baby of ours will know what love is. I don't want him/her growing up to be either like Draco here...or me." The last part he finished quietly. But Narcissa heard it.

" What do you mean by that Potter..I understand the part about my son, but like you...what is that supposed to mean?" There was no way she could or would hide her surprise at his statement.

Harry wondered if he should tell her about his past with his relatives or not. Looking pensive for a moment, he decided that she should know, but would only get an abridged version. He really didn't want to remember anymore of that time then he had to.

" I'm not going to tell you the whole story, as that would take to long. So..I will just tell you a shortened version." Harry took a breath and continued. " You already know about what happened to my parents, I was left with my mum's sister and her husband. I did not grow up in a loving household. I was hated and feared because of my being a "FREAK" at least, thats what I was called since I could remember by my relatives. I lived in a cupboard until I was 11, when I got my first Hogwarts letter.." Narcissa interrupted.

" First?" She asked surprised.

" Yeah, first.." he smiled at that particular memory. " You see, my Uncle Vernon, tried his very best to stop the letters from getting to me, He even went so far as to move us to a island out in the middle of the sea. Of course that didn't work and Hagrid eventually found me on my birthday. Anyway. Before and even after that, I found myself being the recipient of beatings and lack of food. All because I was a wizard. At first I hated them for what they had done to me. Then later, I just felt pity for the poor souls. Even today, I feel that if they are examples of what being parents are like, then I am afraid of even attempting to raise the child currently growing inside of you. Now don't get me wrong. I DO want you to have this baby, but I just want it clear that this child will be brought up to know love and happiness. Not hate and pain." He said the last part with a shuddering breath.

Narcissa was shocked beyond belief. She knew her son had a way of embellishing on his stories about other people and events. After hearing this story from Harry, she knew that he was not the spoiled brat he was always made out to be by her son and Snape. Narcissa was no fool and knew that this was probably the best deal she would get out of this. No complaints mind you, she didn't want to loose neither Draco nor the baby inside of her.

She subconsciously put her hand on her lower stomach where the baby was growing. And rubbed that part of her affectionately. Harry noticed this move and smiled at her actions.

" So I take it you agree with my terms then?" he asked fairly certain what her answer would be.

"...I accept Potter." was her short reply. Harry didn't miss the small smile tugging her her beautiful and full lips.

"Damnit Potter! Get your mind out of the gutter!" With that last thought, he walked over to her. Narcissa looked at him with a curious gaze, before shocked one replaced it.

Harry had bent down without even thinking about it and kissed her!

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A/N: Ok now I know you will be wondering.."why did she seem to be shocked at him just simply kissing her?" Well to find that answer out, you will just have to tune in to the next chapter and see. I hoped you like what I have produced for you in this chapter. and if you didn't well..not much I can do for you there, sorry. Flames are welcome if you feel the need to do that, but just so you know, they will be met with laughter as I feel they are really put there for my amusement. I like criticism. Especially if it helps me improve, Always remember guys that I am doing this for you as well as myself. R&R.