They arrived on the front porch of the Burrows newest extension, Harry nearly going head first into the door if it hadn't been for Draco who's arm was around his waist. "You need to work on your landings Harry." He tutted, while pushing the mismatched door open softly, its creak sound rebounding through the empty hall. "Molly!" Draco yelled. A soft reply sounded from further in the house, 'kitchen dearie.' They were met first by George, his wife and the teens who stepped out of the floored guest room. Fred, their eldest was nursing a cotton wrapped baby topped with ginger fluff and a soft pink bow, his girlfriend though looking nauseously tired following behind him, towel over her shoulder and milk bottle at hand. Draco had automatically reached for the baby and was making soft cooing sounds to it. "Aww who looks like their mummy. Does you have any smiles, does you." Looking up from the baby he noticed the baby's bottle, "Can I feed her, please?" Fred shrugged and gestured to his girlfriend who nodded and led Draco to the living room, gossiping on the way about babies and such. George and his wife looking on happily following them along.
"Matching suits mate?" Harry looked to his left up the stairs, where Ron was also nursing a baby, only this one was wrapped in a blue towel and had dark brown dripping wet hair, it was also currently crying. "Hermione!" Ron yelled, his wife appearing seconds later on Harrys right, armed with another towel and a dummy in her mouth. Manoeuvring the dummy into the baby's mouth, which silence the cries; she took the baby off Ron and wrapped him in another towel, before swaying side to side to further shush the child.
"How are you Harry? I heard about you and Draco. The leap-year, looking forward to the press conference next Tuesday, it's such an achievement!. Oh and how's work going on? Any interesting goss? " She asked still swaying, Ron had went back up the stairs probably to clear up puddles and sudds.
"Yes thank you I'm good Herm, how are you," He focus slightly on her, purely out of habit and smiled at the faint purple glow surrounding her stomach. "Besides being pregnant that is." Hermione gasped hand lowering slightly to protect her stomach from view. "Am not!" She said, with a slight tone of shock and embarrassment. Harry responded by tapping the side of his head, "I'm a Doctor Hermione trust me, I can see it. You are literally glowing with health." This resulted in a blush followed by a muttered 'Thank you' they walked slowly down the hall towards the new kitchen, Harry talking on the way.
"The wards been full the last few days, the full moons just passed and we have three currently that have just had their first transformation, nothing too bad just tears. There's a couple of new patients animagus stuck mid transformation, Vampire refusing blood and Centaur who has an arrow in his behind and hates wizards with a vengeance. And my newest private patient is a Miss Tisci, age 14, her parents specially requested me and brought her here from, umm Normandy I think. Hundred per cent veela, parents are about 60 70. You know its rare to pure veela with wizarding powers? Her inheritance came in early, she is in 'the madness' though poor thing. Her mate rejected her publicly in their school. Lovely girl too, you would like her Herm, a straight 'O' student. Me and Collins are still working on the potion, we give it three days. The rate she is falling she has about ten or twelve, maybe." He looked to Hermione she never liked hearing about the mate rejection cases, they made her soppy and upset, or could that be the hormones?
"We got the name of her mate off her parents a Mr. Antione Chopin, third son to a widow and third in line to heir to the 'création pur' corporation. We managed to get in touch with the French government a few days ago, and under the 'veela entitlement law of 2020', we have been able to ask for his immediate transportation to the clink, and we have a week to prove to him that she is his soul-mate and recreate the bond and hopefully compete it. We hope to do that before the potion though, its easier, and a lot safer for her." Hermione sniffed beside him. "Why can't people just accept that they are meant to be together Harry?" Harry reached across and hugged Hermione "Two reasons really, their either stupid or don't believe in soul magic." He patted her back and reached and lifted the baby from her arms, "Now give me my godson, how is baby Ryan today hmm. You getting any teeth in there yet." The five month old looked up to Harry, his giant blue eyes unfocussed and tearing , his squirming stopped and he looked somewhat amused and awed as he did so. They were now entering the kitchen and seeing assaulted by the smells of Molly's sweetest tray bakes. The kitchen was packed full; to the left was Lily Harrys only daughter, and she was talking to Victoire his daughter-in-law, about Circe knows what. Out the window beside them they could see the back garden, he could make out his and Ron's sons as well as a few others on brooms, probably playing five a side Quidditch or a keepers game. Molly now in her eighties was slaving over the oven as she would of always no matter the occasion. Cakes and buns littered any and nearly all available surface, many trays floating inches above others magically stacking themselves on top of each other and filling themselves as more goodies we made. Percy was chatting with wife Penelope, Bill and Charley Weasley were suddenly shot out of the fire place soot covered and coughing, but landing rather gracefully all the same. Harry handed Ryan back over to Hermione who busied herself reading to dry him, and was about to go ask Molly if she needed any help, which he of course doubted.
"Daaaaaaaaddd!" There was a large amount of noise and chaos, when suddenly Harry found himself lying flat on his back looking at the slightly worrying roof of the burrow. Harrys son Albus was sprawled across the floor hugging his midriff, and talking, he guessed, nonsense in to the blazer that Harry was wearing. Harry lifted his head from the floor and looked to his son. Covered head to toe in mud and unsurprisingly daises, broom laying on the floor some feet away showing the rush he had probably been in. Draco's son Scorpius appeared suddenly in the doorway, stooping down to pick up Albus' broom, his own seeker goggles hanging around his neck and his broom resting upright on his shoulder, not a speck of dirt or mud on him, he was the absolute image of Draco at that age , besides the piercings that was.
The room was silent for a while before Draco walked in having been preoccupied with the baby, and not noticing the silence. "Has anyone seen Harry?" Someone must have gestured to them as next thing they knew they were both being suspended in mid-air about a meter between them. "Albus Severus Potter, you most certainly do not attack your father. You defiantly do not enter a house besides your own dripping in filth and you will not destroy your fathers new robes!" Albus was dropped to the ground and in a small green flash of light his clothes were clean and his hair daisy free. Draco then turned to Harry, dropping him to the ground and flashing him clean too. "You follow me." Draco then turned stalked off outside via the backdoor, Harry following swiftly at his heels.
Once outside Draco turned preying to Harry "Did you know about this?" Draco gestured loosely to the teens playing five a side. "No, though I'd put my knuts on Hugos team, what about you?" "Really Potter keep up. I find it impossible to believe, your son tells you everything!" Harry blinked, "Wait what's this about?" Harry looked over to the five a side game again where Draco had gestured and noticed two lone figures moving slowly off to the side of it. "Is it about Albus?" Draco nodded and crossed his arms, looking slightly expatiated that Harry had finally figured it out.
"Our sons have been sleeping together." He said with a serious face. Harry looked to Draco, and smiled. He leaned in close to him and gestured for Draco to do the same. "Draco I'll tell you a secret." Draco nodded. "Its about our son's" He nodded again. "They share the same bedroom together at home." Draco growled and went to stand straight. "And, Draco there's an and here." He bent back down. "During school, yeah, I heard," Draco nodded rapidly, Malfoy for 'hurry the fuck up'. "I heard that they share the same room there too!" Draco stood up straight and looked angrily at Harry before gesturing furiously over to two figures, one blonde the other raven, both splitting images of their fathers, leaning into each other's touch. "Your son Potter has been having sex with mine." Harry shrugged, "And?"
Dracos mouth gaped open at Harrys remark, "Draco. Are you seriously going to even consider breaking up a veela and his mate?" Harry held his hand up as Draco went to speak again. "Will you split up your son and ruin his chance at love, and possibly kill yourself and him at the same time?" Draco shook his head again, looking slightly embarrassed that he hadn't thought the situation through. "Well then situation sorted, that's it, we leave it there." Harry said huffing, and turned walking back to the house.
Around ten minutes later, during which Harry seemed to be ignoring Draco he turned to him with a puzzled expression "Have you seen Teddy, Draco?" Draco coughed slightly. "He'll be here soon, Victoire said she left him at the house with Lupin to get him ready. Maybe about ten minutes ago. Why?" "His hair," Draco looked puzzled, "We could use his hair in the Polyjuice potion, couldn't we?." Draco nodded. "Yeah we would probably obtain some of his metamorphic abilities. You go do that, I'll just go talk with Granger. She's still going on about the rights of elves, quite ridiculous really." Harry nodded absentmindedly. "And her son the new one, have you seen his hair Harry, he'll turn out just like her curls and brains. What is he anyway, number five in the latest Weasley additions?" Draco shook his head, "Rabbits, that what they are. Sex mad rabbits." and with that Draco stalked off in search of Hermione, to explain why elves didn't need to be paid.
Little over an hour later, everyone was sitting outside in the pavilion around one of the famous Weasley tables, this one made out of around twenty or so all mismatched with chairs to boot. There were around ten adults, around then twenty or more teens and five babies sitting in high chairs or mothers' knees. The placement of everyone had been maddening, eventually they got there. Molly and Arthur were at the top of the table and were chatting idly to Mr and Mrs Granger who had arrived half an hour ago. Next was Percy and his wife who were talking to Ron and Hermione, who was nursing Ryan, as well as Bill and Fleur who were nursing a baby each, the newest Weasley twins, talking to Charlie and a friend from work. Next were himself and Draco who were opposite Teddy and Victoire, also baby in arms, with Fred and his girlfriend and their baby beside them. Beside Draco was James, Harrys first son, and his fiancée Alice baby due in a few weeks. And a little further down the table was Scorpius and Albus, talking quite animatedly to each other, and if Harry was seeing things right his son Albus had a hickey just under the collar of his quiditch shirt. Further down the table still was more people, Lily was talking with Rose and their friend from school who was sleeping over, Daisy Finnegan. Hugo was taking with Blaze's son and were giving both the girls funny looks as well as Albus and Scorpius who were getting weirder looks. And there was still more people towards the end of the table, and those that hadn't even sat down yet.
Harry had decided to strike up conversation with Teddy while waiting for food, Draco having his input rarely, he seemed to be bored of talking at this point. They were currently talking about the Leap-Year, and what they were planning. "Yeah were meant to go back to 1998." Teddy shook his head and grinned a wolfish smile, a trait that he took from his dad, his hair changing ever so slightly tinging itself red. "Hah. You said meant to Harry. What year are you actually going back to?" Draco sighed and turned perching his head on top on clasped hands. "We, Teddy are going back to 1991. Our first year at Hogwarts, and we are going to set things straight." Teddy nodded hair fading slowly back to his preferred mousy brown "And we need a favour from you Teddy. We need some of your hair." The shock was obvious in his eyes, but out of anger his hair flashed yellow. "Why do you need my hair, why not use someone else's!" Harry raised his hand to settle Teddy, his son was getting upset now and was wining in Victoires arms. "Or, Teddy or we could use nail clippings. We want some DNA pieces specific to you though, for a Polyjuice potion." Teddy's hair quickly went back to brown, as he pondered to himself. "You can have some hair then, I cut my nails this morning." He took his ward out of his pocket and pointed it at one of the napkins sitting in front of him, transfiguring it into a small pouch. Then reached round to the back of his head grabbing a fist full of hair yanking it, resulting in his hair and eyes to quickly flash a few different colours, a common trait of pain in metamorphics. Teddy shoved the few hairs into the pouch and handed it to Harry. "You'll take care of yourself then while you're there won't you?" Harry smiled sadly and nodded, tucking it into his blazer pocket. "You'll mind mum and dad for me won't you." Harry nodded again, and suddenly as if Molly noticed the conversation going sour, the table was full of food, Teddy nodded to Harry and started to fill up two plates.
Sometime later between dinner and desert, Harry struck up a conversation with George, and went about asking him about his recipe book and requested that he could bring it to the past with him. George to say the least was shocked that he hadn't thought of asking Harry, and immediately agreed. This book was the back bone of 'Weasleys wizard wheezes', and had took him and Fred around twenty-six years to make the entire contents of the book so far. He then made Harry promise not to give it to them right away, 'give us time to make a few'. George soon agreed and handed them the book, which Draco stored away in his own blazer. After that Harry soon got talking to Alice, talking about the soon due birth of his first grandchild, a boy that they were planning to call Davion. The conversation soon then turned to the Leap-Year, at which point James cut in, after returning from the toilet. Turned out that the Marauders map Harry thought he had misplaced had be 'borrowed', James offered to go retrieve it from his and Alice's shared apartment. Near fifteen minutes later, Draco was staring at the map for the first time. He nudged his saying he would explain it later, Draco then folded up the map placing it in the recipe book to bring home.
After desert had been cleared away, just as everyone was about to leave, Harry called for their attention. "As you all know me and Draco will be leaving this time on the second of august." There were some murmurs, most of them sad. Harry held up his hands for silence. "We, me and Draco, were wondering if we could get a family photo of everyone, to take with us?" There was a small cheer from the crowd, and a sudden rushing about as they formed a small crowd for the photo, tallest to the back smallest at the front. Arthur running out from his shed, carrying one of his illegally magically enhanced muggle cameras, this one seemed to be a old polaroid with a make shift tripod. Arthur set it up in front of the crowd checking the angle and everything, before running to the back of the crowd beside Molly. "Say cheese everyone." Harry called from the middle of the crowed murmurs and shouts of 'cheese' ran through the crowed, and the camera flashed automatically a bright chemical flash, and churned out a wizarding A4 Polaroid photo of the group.
Harry raced forward to grab the photo, dragging Draco with him. Harry looked down at the photo grinning proudly at it. In the middle of the crowd both him and Draco were both smiling between kisses. Both Harry and Draco had a hand on their sons shoulders Harrys on Albus' Dracos had on Scorpius', both of their sons also kissing softly too. Around them, there were more couples kissing, and in the front Rose, Lily and Daisy in fits of giggles. The babies in parents' arms were waving chubby fists about while the parents between kisses looked down at them fondly.
"One to keep don't you think, Draco?" Draco nodded, a small barely there smile graced Dracos face has he also looked fondly to the picture. "Yeah the end of one life, the start of the next life." Draco took the photo his thumb stroking over it and placed it on top of the map in the recipe book, slipping it into his blazer he took Harrys hand pulling him in for a quick kiss. "In this life and the next, and anything that comes with it too. Remember 'together forever, no matter the price.'" He leaned his forehead against Harrys. Returning to his trademark smirk, he gestured for Harry to move "Time to give our partings Harry."
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