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Another update and it's a long one...hope you enjoy.

Just FYI, I have no idea how long a Minister is in office for. Looking a few years into the future, Fudge is still Minister, unless I change my mind.

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***HP

Sirius carefully placed Harry onto the couch, his painful whimpering breaking his heart. "I'm sorry, pup."

"I know," Harry panted. "I can handle it. Im just glad to be out of the hospital."

Sirius grabbed a blanket and placed it over his godson, tucking him in. They had been hoping that the blood would have accelerated Harry's healing, but so far it was showing no signs of doing so. "I'm glad you're home too." He didn't like how the Minister, or anyone else for that matter, could just stroll right into his godson's hospital room. There were too many desperate psychos out there that would do almost anything to get their hands on a submissive.

Harry gave a tired yawn and pulled the blanket up to his chin. He was exhausted, sleeping while being in excruciating pain and unable to move was damn near impossible. He also just couldn't fall asleep in the hospital, he didn't feel safe there. He was still terrified that Lucius was going to force him back to the manor, and every time he drifted off to sleep he had nightmares. Before his nightmares had been about the vampire attack and rape, now though they were about Lucius. Lucius' rape was far more brutal and traumatic on him than the vampire's.

"Will you take a dreamless sleep potion now that you're home?" Sirius asked, all but pleading. Harry looked beyond exhausted and he needed his sleep in order to heal.

Harry reluctantly nodded his head. He couldn't use Cepheus as an excuse because he fed him only minutes ago before leaving the hospital. Remus then took his little angel to the Burrow for a visit so he could get some rest.

Grinning, Sirius handed him the potion and then placed a glass full of red liquid on the small table next to him. "Drink this before falling asleep."

Harry raised his eyebrows at the glass. "Is that pure blood?" He had only ever had blood mixed with his food, never just straight. Even his dipping sauces were mixed with something to dilute the blood.

"Yes," Sirius admitted. "We're hoping that undiluted blood will help with your healing."

"Who's blood is it?" Harry asked, remembering the conversation that he had with Draco in the hospital the day before. He didn't know why he had never cared before, but it had honestly never crossed his mind who's blood it was. It was just like any other food to him, and he had never cared about where they had come from either.

Sirius scrunched his nose up. "Do you honestly want to know?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, I guess. I am kind of curious who would freely give up their blood for me to drink." There were a lot of nasty spells and curses that could be used using someone's blood so witches and wizards tended to be overly careful when it came to spilling it. They must trust Sirius and him a hell of a lot to just blindly hand it over.

"Well, I have given a lot of course, probably the most. Fred and George said that they love you like the little brother they never had so they are always eager to donate."

"But Ron's their little brother," Harry giggled.

"Hmm, I pointed that out to them too and they got a confused look on their faces before asking me who the hell I was talking about."

Harry giggled harder, the twins were always messing around with poor Ron.

"Bill donates and so does Charlie when he's home visiting. Remus can't donate for obvious reasons, but Severus has." Sirius chuckled at the shocked look on Harry's face. "We all had the same look as you on our faces when Snape offered, but the old grump does care for you."

"Wow!" Harry mumbled. "I can't believe that he did that."

Sirius nodded his head, grinning. "Now that Ron's home from school he has offered, but he looked a little feint when he did. Neville Longbottom also offered in the hospital yesterday, but I haven't collected from him yet."

"Ron's always had problem with the sight of blood," Harry chuckled, smiling fondly. "Spiders and blood will send him running faster than a dementor. So it's Ron's blood that I'm going to be drinking now?"

Sirius looked down at the large glass of warm blood. "Actually no. Surprisingly it's Draco's."

"D-Draco's," Harry spluttered. Hell if that wasn't a shocker.

Sirius held the glass out to his godson. "Well, bottoms up."

Harry should be grossed out, but he wasn't. Maybe it was some vampire thing that just automatically took over after getting bit, but blood was food as far as he was concerned now. If he wanted to survive, then he had to consume it, simple enough. Honestly, it was no different than eating a steak or a big juicy burger. With that thought in mind, he took the glass and brought it to his lips.

Sirius had to turn away with a groan. He didn't want his godson to see him squeamish, but he also couldn't watch as he downed a large glass of Draco's blood. He had learned to deal with blood since Harry's turning, but this was the first time he actually drank just straight up blood.

Harry lowered the glass, smacking his lips and moaning. "Why have I never done that before? That was absolutely delicious."

Grimacing, Sirius took the empty glass. "There's more if you want it."

Yawning, Harry shook his head no. "Maybe later, m'tired."

Sirius watched as the boy he loved like a son succumbed to the dreamless sleep potion. He hated that this was happening to Harry, he didn't deserve this. There was more good in his boy than in everyone in the wizarding world combined. He wished that he could whisk Harry away to some other country, but he would never leave behind his friends and risk the Minister punishing them. Hell, as far as he knew there was nowhere safe for Harry anyway. Everyone wanted to get their greedy hands on a male submissive.

"There's an owl."

Jumping, Sirius spun around glaring at Severus. "A little warning that you were here would have been appreciated," he growled, hand over his pounding heart.

"If you would have been paying attention, you would have felt your wards alerting you that someone was here." Severus smirked. "You look exhausted," he added.

Sirius rubbed his tired eyes with a trembling hand. "I couldn't tell you when the last time was that I slept," he admitted. "but I'm thinking it was before Harry was attacked and turned."

Sighing, Severus reached in his robe pocket and pulled out a dreamless sleep potion. "Read your damn letter then take this, I'll watch over him."

"I couldn't," Sirius said. "If he wakes..."

"I'll be here," Severus cut him off. "Did you give him the blood like I suggested?"

"Yeah, I think he liked it a little too much," Sirius chuckled anxiously. "But it was fresh from Draco, heated slightly above body temperature. There's more blood in the fridge if he wants it, but it was collected last night."

"Hopefully that will help his healing. If he wants more fresh when he wakes, then I will donate. Now, read your damn letter then go to bed," Severus ordered.

Grumbling, Sirius took the letter from the owl that was perched on the windowsill. He didn't know how he had missed the bird, but then again he had been preoccupied with his godson. Scanning the letter, he crumbled it up in his fist and tossed it into the fireplace.

"Bad news?"

"It was from Amelie," Sirius growled. "The Wizengamot wouldn't budge on Harry's contract except to reassure him that Cepheus wouldn't be taken away from him unless there was a good reason."

"Nothing about his future kids?" Severus asked.

"No, the contract stands. He will still only have limited access to them. She said the League tried to make them see reason, but they were still outvoted. Harry will still have to be with the men from six in the evening until noon the following day and have sex with them three times a day for however long it takes for him to get pregnant. Fuck! Why the hell must they be so heartless?"

"Don't give up," Severus encouraged, even though he felt like there wasn't much hope. "Harry has at least a year before he has to go to Flint. That's a long time to fight for a change."

Sirius wanted to curse and holler at the top of his lungs, but his pup was sleeping just a few feet away. "Go rest," Severus barked. "You're not going to do Harry or Cepheus any good if you pass out."

With tears in his eyes, Sirius nodded his head and left the room.

***HP

Harry slowly shuffled into the kitchen leaning on a cane. It had been two days since he had been released from the hospital and the undiluted blood they had been giving him was working wonders on his heeling. It wasn't happening overnight, but he was healing a hell of a lot faster than what a human would.

"Harry!" Remus called, "what are you doing up? It's three o'clock in the morning."

Grimacing in pain, Harry placed a special pillow onto the chair before sitting. "Cepheus needed a feeding and now that I'm up I can't go back to sleep." Harry blushed slightly and looked down at his hands. " I-I was hoping to get a warm glass of blood."

"Not a problem," Remus grinned, putting his quill down and pushing out from the table. "If you would have sent a patronus I would have brought it up to you. You shouldn't be walking too much yet, especially going up and down the stairs."

"I thought you and Sirius would be asleep and it wasn't important enough to wake you. What are you doing up this late anyway?" Harry asked with a yawn.

Remus placed the heated glass of blood on the table in front of Harry. "Albus, in all his great wisdom, suggested that I try my hand at writing defense textbooks. He said he would be interested in purchasing them if he liked them. Right now I'm working on first years."

"That's great," Harry smiled, sipping at his glass of blood. He wanted to just chug it down, but it was bad manners to do so in front of Remus.

"I'm excited over it," Remus admitted. "I wish that I could teach, but at least I'm doing something."

Harry felt bad for Remus, it was horrible how the Ministry treated werewolves and other creatures. If witches and wizards were taught properly about them, then maybe everyone wouldn't fear and look down on them. The only reason why the wizarding world wasn't shunning him for being a half vampire was because he was also a male submissive.

"Well I trust you with Cepheus and you can teach him." Harry huffed.

"That means more to me than teaching at Hogwarts," Remus said warmly. "You, Cepheus and Sirius are my pack, and pack always comes first."

Harry grinned at Remus with tears in his eyes. He didn't know what he would have done without him and Sirius in his life. They were so warm and caring, and the first people ever to put his wants and needs above anyone else's. They had opened their arms and given him a home...a family.

"Oh, before I forget," Remus said, shuffling stacks of paper around. "An owl came for you right after you went to bed from Victor. I guess wherever he is at there is a considerable time difference."

Harry happily took the letter and eagerly tore into it. After the tournament in his fourth year, he had maintained a close friendship with both Victor Krum and Fleur Delacour. They were always exchanging letters and meeting up whenever they were in town.

"He's in America," Harry said wistfully. "That's where the Quidditch World Cup is being held this year and Bulgaria is in it." Biting his bottom lip, he held up three tickets. "Th-that was really nice of him to send tickets," he said, trying not to choke on his tears. Even if the Minister let him leave the country, he couldn't safely take an international portkey while pregnant, especially in the first trimester. Male pregnancies were extremely delicate, the first three months even more so.

Remus got up and embraced his godson. "I'm so sorry, Harry." He knew how much Harry loved Quidditch and would have loved to have gone.

Not looking up, Harry shrugged his shoulders. "It's alright, it's just a stupid game. I can listen to it on the WWN. I'll offer the tickets to Ron and the twins, they'll be ecstatic."

Remus wished that there was something he could say or a way to get Harry to the game, but it was impossible. It wasn't fair, his cub should be out having fun, celebrating the last of his teen years. He was only tuning eighteen in a month, he should be out going to parties and meeting new people.

Taking a deep shaky breath, Harry painfully struggled to his feet. He may be healing fast, but his backside still hurt like a bitch. "M-Maybe you can take the tickets to them in the m-morning? I really don't feel like seeing anyone right now."

Remus wanted to cry, but he held it in and decided to wait until Harry was out of the room. Harry needed Sirius and him to be strong for him, crying in front of him would only make it worse. "Sure, cub. I'll take Cepheus along, Molly was hoping to him again."

Swallowing the hard lump in his throat, Harry turned and slowly started to make his way back to his room. He wasn't surprised when Remus followed behind to help him. He would have loved going to the World Cup, he had only ever been once. It also would have been great to see Victor again, he hadn't seen him since the day before he started his seventh year.

***HP

Harry tried to enjoy listening to the Quidditch World Cup on the radio, but his heart just wasn't in it. He was right when he predicted that Ron and the twins would be ecstatic to get to go. They even gave him double the amount of birthday presents to show how grateful they were. It was nice, but what the hell was he supposed to do with a giant box of prank supplies? Who was he going to prank? Hell, even if he had someone to prank, his heart wouldn't be in it anyway.

Sirius was really growing concerned over his pup. Everyday he seemed to slip deeper and deeper into depression. Unless he was entertaining Cepheus, very seldom did you see him smile or hear him laugh. It wasn't good for him to be locked away in Grimmauld Place and he was now even turning his friends away from visiting.

"I think Bulgaria has it hands down this year," Sirius crowed, trying to snap Harry out of just staring at the fireplace.

"I agree," Remus said, also concerned for his cub. "They have better chasers, and Krum very seldom misses the snitch. What do you think, Harry?"

Harry stared at the flickering flames thinking that it was odd to have a fire going in August. He hadn't been outside in a very long time, but he found it hard to believe that it was that cold outside. Thinking about it, he couldn't remember the last home he saw the sun. Had Cepheus ever been outside? Even though he was only five months old, it couldn't be healthy for him to be stuck in this dreary house all the time. He needed to get out and get some vitamin D."

"Harry," Remus called. "Did you hear me?"

"Huh" Harry mumbled, blinking rapidly at Remus. He had been staring at the flames for too long and now he was seeing spots.

"I asked, who do you think is going to win?" Remus asked again.

"Oh, uhm, Bulgaria for sure," Harry answered, getting to his feet and scooping Cepheus up from the floor where he had been chewing and drooling all over a teething dragon that Charlie had given him.

"Pup, where are you going?" Sirius asked, getting to his feet too.

"To the park across the street," Harry said, giving Cepheus' tummy a little tickle. "Cepheus has never been to the park."

"Can we come too?" Remus asked, reaching for the camera that he always kept close to him. He loved taking pictures of his boys together.

"Yeah," Harry grinned, "but you'll miss hearing the game."

"We were only listening to it to be with you," Sirius confessed. Harry had invited Draco over to listen to the game with them, but he too had tickets to go to the World Cup. Harry had tried to put on a brave face in front of everyone, but he easily saw how much that had hurt him. Harry had desperately wanted to go too.

"Great, this will be fun," Harry said, giving his first true smile in months. "I'm just going to get Cepheus in appropriate clothes then I'll meet you back here."

After a Harry left the room, Remus turned to his mate. "Do you think this is safe?"

"Probably not," Sirius sighed, "but those boys need to get out and have some fun." Walking to the fireplace, he reached up on the mantle and grabbed a small box. "Severus and I have been working on these for a few months now," he explained, pulling out a necklace with pendant of a little golden owl on it. "This pendant has been warded with every safety and protection charm we could think of and it's also a portkey that can tear through the strongest of wards. Most minor and moderate hexes and curses will bounce off of Harry and the pendant can only be seen by people who know about it." Creating this necklace had been magically draining on both him and Severus, but there were too many people out there who wanted to get their hands on his pup.

"This," he said, pulling out a smaller chain with a little star pendant on it, "is for Cepheus. This too has been wardered with safety and protection charms, but we also added a location charm on it. We can track Cepheus all the way to hell and back with how strong it is. Even Hogwarts wards won't be able to block it. Like Harry's, it can only be seen by those who know about it."

"You know, a year ago if someone would have told me that you and Severus would have become best friends, I probably would have had them committed to Mungos."

"Shut up," Sirius grumbled. "He's not all that bad once you get to know him. Besides, he has developed a soft spot for my boys and that's all that matters."

"You ready?" Harry asked excitedly, skipping into the room with a giggling Cepheus.

"Oh Merlin, if he isn't the cutest," Sirius gushed. His grandson was wearing little baby jeans with high top sneaker, a pale green long sleeve shirt with a red roaring dragon on it, and a little jean jacket with a matching jean cap.

"I need a picture." Remus proclaimed, snatching up his camera.

Harry gave a small grunt when Cepheus kicked out with his foot hitting him in the stomach. "He didn't like the shoes when I put them on, hopefully he gets use to them." Other than socks, Cepheus had never had anything on his feet before.

"That outfit is precious," Sirius chuckled. "I don't recall seeing it before."

"Draco got it for him the other day," Harry explained. "Remus, make sure you get a good picture so I can owl it to him, he going to melt when he sees how cute he is."

***HP

Sirius and Remus sat on the park bench and watched while Harry pushed Cepheus on the swing. Their little one was giggling and clapping his hands with excitement every time the little red baby swing went up in the air. Even Harry was smiling and laughing, his eyes glowing for a change and his cheeks red from laughing and the fresh air.

"We have to do this more often," Remus grinned.

"This is good for him, exactly what he needed," Sirius admitted. He had been afraid that gifting his godson with the protection pendants would have put a damper on their outing, but Harry had only thanked him numerous times while clasping Cepheus' around his neck.

"I'm scared," Sirius mumbled, turning to face his mate. "I don't know how much more he can take before cracking. Just look how depressed he has been lately. What's going to happen the next time, and the time after that? He still has that potion, Moony. What if he decides that he can't do it anymore?"

Remus reached out and took his mate's hand. "I worry about the same thing. Harry is strong, but there's only so much a person can take. In the end, he'll only be living for his children."

"I think that's all he's living for now," Sirius said sadly.

Grinning, Harry jogged up to his godfathers, Cepheus on his hip. "I-I was wondering, since I'm having so much fun out, that m-maybe we could go out to eat? M-Maybe go to a pizza joint?"

Sirius hated that even after all this time Harry was still shy and awkward over asking for something. "It has been since before Azkaban since I had pizza, I think that's your best idea ever."

Remus' heart melted when his cub gave them a blinding smile. "That's probably the last time I had pizza too. Just let me run back to the house and get some of your special sauce so you can eat."

"Thanks, that will great," Harry said excitedly. "What about you, little man?" He asked, holding Cepheus up to his face. "You wanna go out on a date with us?"

Grinning and drooling, Cepheus reached out and grabbed his mommy's nose and attempted to stuff it in his mouth.

***HP

Groaning, Harry leaned back in the chair and started rubbing his lower back. He was now close to seven months pregnant with Lucius' child and was roughly the size of a VW Beetle. He didn't know why he was so big this time around, but even his aches ached.

"Come here, Potter, let me give you a message," Draco drawled, rolling up the sleeves on his black silk shirt.

"Excuse me!" Harry squeaked out.

"You're uncomfortable and in pain, a warm oil message will help."

"You're supposed to be tutoring me in Arithmancy, not message therapy." Harry pointed out, not sure what he thought about the offer. He had never had a message before and right now one sounded absolutely heavenly, but he didn't know if he could handle having Draco touch his exposed back. He had spent a lot of time with Draco over the past few months, more so than with Ron and Hermione, but he didn't think he would be comfortable with him touching him like that.

"Just let me try," Draco pouted, giving Harry his best puppy dog eyes. "I promise not to touch below the waist," he quickly added when he saw the fear in his friends eyes.

Harry chewed on his bottom lip for a minute before giving the blond a jerky nod. "How are we going to do this, I can't lay on my stomach?"

Looking around the room for ideas, Draco pointed his wand at the couch and enlarged it. "I think if I conjure some pillows and arrange them just right, you'll be able to lay on your stomach comfortably."

"I'm not sure about this," Harry whispered, looking fearfully at the couch.

Draco walked up to Harry and placed his hands on his shoulders. "Harry, I would never hurt you like that," he said sincerely. "I just want to help you. You are carrying my little brother or sister, please let me help you." He was a little disgruntled that Harry was almost seven months along and they didn't know a damn thing about the baby. The sac was too thick for magic to get any kind of reading. He desperately wanted to know if the baby was a boy or a girl, he was itching to go shopping.

Looking into Draco's eyes, he could see that he only wanted to help him. Taking a deep breath, he pulled his hoodie over his head, but then froze before lifting his t-shirt. "Are you sure you want to see this, I'm disgusting."

"Honestly, Harry, I have been training to be a healer for six months now, I don't think there is a body fluid out there that I haven't been covered in. I have seen things that would send Dementors away screaming. I think that I can handle your baby belly."

"Don't say that I didn't warn you," Harry joked, lifting his shirt off and dropping it on the couch.

Draco couldn't help but to stare at Harry's enormous belly. "Your stomach isn't gross, Harry, but how the hell are you still walking and breathing? You're so tiny, and yet your belly is..."

"Fucking ginormous?" Harry grunted. "I'm bigger than my uncle, and that's saying something."

"It's amazing though," Draco grinned. "Next time my little sibling moves, can I feel again?"

Harry laid down on the couch and wiggled his large ass around until he could get comfortable. Feeling the baby move had become Draco's favorite past time. "If I can ever manage to get up from here you can."

Rolling his eyes, Draco summoned the bottle of oil he had brewed just for this purpose. He had learned in class how massages and relaxation were good for a pregnant woman and he had been hoping to help Harry out if he ever needed one. "Just close your eyes and try to relax. I'm going to keep talking so you know that it's me back here."

Harry almost jumped out of his skin when Draco placed two oiled up hands on his back between his shoulder blades.

"Relax, Potter. Just enjoy getting pampered for a bit. I'm going to start off high then work my way down to your lower back." Harry was so tense that he could bounce a Knut off his back. No wonder he was so uncomfortable and in pain all the time.

After only a few minutes under Draco's amazing hands, Harry could feel himself melting into the pillows. He wanted to tell Draco how good the massage felt, but all he could do was mumble a few incoherent words and moan. His back had been aching him something awful the last few weeks, why had he never thought to ask anyone to do this for him?

Draco wished that there was something more that he could do for Harry. Not only was he a male submissive who was being used horribly by the Ministry, but he was also a pregnant single father with one child already who was turning a year old in a little over two months. On top of all that, he was being homeschooled for four to six hours a day so he could take his NEWTS after the baby was born so he could finally graduate.

"What do you think I should get Cepheus for his birthday?" Draco asked, just rambling as he massaged so Harry wouldn't suffer a flashback. "I was thinking about a rocking Hippogriff."

As hard as Harry fought, he had lost the battle with keeping his eyes open. Now he was fighting, and losing, the battle with staying awake. "Wha, is a ockin griff?" He mumbled sleepily.

Draco chuckled, Potter was almost completely out of it. "It's just like a muggle rocking horse, except it's a hippogriff...and it can fly... Only a few inches off the ground," he quickly added when he felt Harry tense. "There's also charms on them to keep kids from falling off."

"Frgun grimp," Harry slurred.

"What was the, Harry?" Draco asked, peeking down at Harry's face. He grinned when he saw that he was sound asleep, mouth slightly open and snoring softly.

"He needed that," Sirius whispered, walking into the room with a blanket. "He's been too uncomfortable to sleep more than a few minutes off and on throughout the night."

"I'm glad that he let me help," Draco said, heading for the door. "Now that he's asleep though, I'm no longer needed for tutoring, and I do believe there's a little monster crawling around here somewhere in need of a tickling."

"He's in the kitchen with Remus eating lunch. I believe that it's bloody mashed potatoes with a side of bloody mushed peas."

Draco tripped over his feet, grabbing at the wall for support. He was still extremely squeamish when it came to watching Harry and Cepheus eat. They had started the little vampire hybrid on solids a month ago because Harry's body could no longer keep up with the demand of breast feeding him every couple of hours while pregnant.

Cepheus was a ravenous eater who needed feeding every two hours. Harry didn't want to cut him off completely so he was now down to only nursing him once in the morning and then again before bed. The rest of the time he was eating solids and drinking formula mixed with blood in a sippy cup. They also had to add three straight blood bottles a day because Cepheus started biting people and then licking at their blood. It seemed that he wasn't getting enough blood with only nursing from Harry twice a day and what little was in his food.

Getting enough blood was starting to become a problem. Even though Harry was healed from the injuries his father had caused, he was still drinking a couple glasses of straight blood a day. Now add in what Cepheus was needing, the demand was starting to become too much for the handful of donors they had. They didn't want to, but the were thinking about going to Healer Falcon to see if he could get them some blood. Maybe at the hospital he could find more donors.

Hoping for the best, Draco pushed the door open to the kitchen and peeked in. "Coco!" Scanning the room for who called him, he finally looked down and found the little monster he had been looking for crawling as fast as he could towards him on his hands and knees.

"You just missed out on feeding him," Remus chuckled, knowing how the poor boy turned sickly green every time he saw Cepheus eat.

Draco bent forward and scooped up a squealing Cepheus. "Perfect timing then."

"Coco, num num."

"Did you get num num's?" Draco coo'd. He absolutely loved how the baby called him Coco because it was too hard for him to say Draco.

Cepheus nodded his head, his red curls falling into his emerald eyes. Cepheus' hair was still a bright red, but as he grew, his hair started to curl. He now had a mop of finger curls that fell into his eyes and brushed his shoulders.

"How would you like to play with me with the blocks I got you for Christmas?"

With a scream, Cepheus wrapped his little arms around Draco's neck. "Tay tay."

Draco looked over Cepheus' head to Remus to make sure it was alright with him. When he saw the werewolf give him a nod, he lifted the baby up and over his head and flew him out of the room.

***HP

Harry was relaxing on the couch waiting for Severus to come for his mid January check-up. He was worried because something just didn't feel right. He had been feeling anxious all day, like something bad was going to happen.

"Alright, I'm going floo on over to the Burrow now with this little scamp for dinner," Remus said, his arms full with a squiggly baby and a diaper bag.

Harry sat up and waved to his beautiful son. "You be a good boy, Cephie, and no biting Uncle Ron." For some reason Cepheus would bite Ron every time he saw him, sometimes even multiple times. Thankfully he wasn't venomous, or else half his family would be vampires by now if he was.

"Ubbye," Cepheus waved, his arm flinging wildly.

With a loud groan, Harry laid back down. This pregnancy was killing him. Not only was he as twice as big as he was with Cepheus, but the baby never stopped kicking him. There were body parts between his ribs, bouncing off his bladder, poking him in the spine...it just never ended. Everything on him ached too, all the way from his hair to his toenails. Sleeping had also become almost nonexistent. How the hell was he supposed to sleep when there was hot air balloon attached to his stomach?

Sirius entered the room carrying a glass of Harry's favorite beverage. "Severus should be here any minute, pup. Here you go."

Harry reluctantly opened his eyes and struggled to sit up again. "I can't believe that I have two more months of this," he whined.

Sitting down next to his godson, Sirius grabbed one of his feet and started massaging his swollen ankle. "I know, pup. Remus and I are here for you for whatever you need, just give a holler."

Harry downed his blood then laid back down again. "I would have never made it this far without you guys." Originally he was only drinking straight blood to help speed up his healing, but now he needed it...craved it. He was only drinking two to four glasses a day, but without them he felt like shit.

Both their heads turned towards the floo when the alarm went off, Severus stepping out only a second later.

Harry tensed when he saw the look on Severus' face. The man was pissed. "Sev, what's wrong?" Harry asked, pulling his foot out of his godfather's lap then pushing himself up.

"The Minister and Lucius are stepping through any minute," Severus warned.

"What? No!" Harry cried, clumsily getting to his feet. He hadn't seen Lucius since the night he raped him. The Wizengamot hadn't really punished Lucius for how he had treated him, he was just banned from seeing him for five months, forced to pay his medical bills, and fined ten thousand galleons to give him as compensation. He hadn't wanted the money, but he took it and put it into a vault for his kids. "I-I can't. I can't face him."

"I'm sorry, Harry." Severus said gently. He had just spent the last two hours in an emergency meeting with the League and the Wizengamot and what Harry was about to hear was going to greatly upset him.

"Severus, what's going on?" Sirius demanded, standing protectively in front of his pup.

"I wish I had time to explain, but I..." Just then the floo went off again and Minister Fudge stepped through followed by Lucius Malfoy. The man was smirking, obviously pleased about something.

"Whoa, Mr Potter, just look at you," Cornelius gasped. "You look like you swallowed a Pegasus."

Lucius scrunched his face up in disgust. "When Narcissa was pregnant with Draco she only gained fifteen pounds. Just because your pregnant doesn't mean you get to eat everything under the sun. I can only imagine how gross looking you are under that jumper."

"Whatever you are here to tell us, tell us then get the hell out," Sirius snarled.

"Oh, business can wait," Cornelius chuckled, waving his hand in front of his face. "Let's see the checkup first."

Harry was clinging to Sirius robe, white as a ghost and trembling. He didn't want to give Lucius power over him by seeing his fear, but he couldn't help it. Even now after all these months he had nightmares about that night.

"As I explained before," Severus sneered, "there is nothing to see or hear. Magic won't penetrate the placenta so we can't see the baby or hear a heartbeat."

"It's still all good and very exciting," Cornelius said, taking a seat that was never offered to him. "We will just watch as you check the boy then get on with business."

Harry turned pleading eyes to Severus, but the man just gave a subtle shake of his head. "I'm sorry, Harry," Sirius mouthed at his godson.

Harry felt like he was frozen to the spot. The last thing he wanted to do was lay down and be vulnerable in front of Lucius. Despite how fat and gross he looked, the man was still looking at him like he wanted to eat him.

Sirius grabbed Harry's elbow and steered him back towards the couch. "The sooner we get this over with the sooner they leave," he whispered in his ear.

Numb with fear, Harry nodded his head and allowed himself to be pushed down on the couch.

Severus approached Harry with his wand out. "This will be just like all the other times, Harry," he reassured. "First I will see if I can get a reading on the baby, and then I will check your overall health and weight."

Harry refused to look at where the Minister and Lucius were sitting, but he could feel their eyes on him. He felt like he could vomit when Severus lifted his jumper and shirt up and revealed his very large stomach to them.

"Just like I suspected," Severus said, turning to address their uninvited and unwanted guests. "I can't get a reading on the baby."

"Then how do we know for sure that he is even pregnant? " Lucius drawled.

"You mean, apart from the extremely large baby bump he has?" Severus snapped. "All pregnancy texts come back positive." Growling, he turned back around to finish the tests.

"No poppy today?" Sirius asked, trying to distract himself from killing the Minister and his pup's rapist.

"No, she has three students down with the Wizarding Flu and didn't want to risk passing it on to Harry," Severus explained as he worked.

"Are you almost through?" Lucius asked in a bored tone. "This house is absolutely dreadful and I have better things to be doing with my time."

"Then leave," Sirius roared, pointing his wand at the bastard. "We never asked you here in the first place."

"Everything checks out fine, Harry," Severus said, tugging the boy's shirt back down. "But I am concerned about how far along you are measuring. You are bigger now at seven months then what you were when you were nine months pregnant with your son."

"What does that mean?" Harry asked softly. "I don't eat too much and I have been careful to limit the sweets."

"There are few possibilities," Severus explained. "You could be carrying a very large baby, all the blood you are consuming could be somehow causing the baby to develop faster, or you could be carrying more than one baby."

"More babies!" Harry cried. "No, that can't be it."

"Multiples do not run in the Malfoy line so that is out of the question," Lucius smirked. "You, Potter, are just fat."

"And you are just a fucking ass!" Harry screamed, his fear turning to anger then élosing what little control he had over his temper. "No on asked you your opinion so just sit there and shut the fuck up."

Cornelius stood up and gave Potter a warning look. "Alright, let's just all calm down. Now that the checkup is over, we can get on with what really brought us here. Mr Malfoy called an emergency meeting with the Wizengamot this afternoon because he was greatly concerned with the safety of his future son and heir. When we wrote the contract and signed it, we overlooked one very important fact."

"And that is?" Sirius asked when the pompous fool failed to keep talking.

Lucius walked to the bookshelf and grabbed a photo that was on it of Remus, Sirius and Harry, and started twirling it. "The fact that my child will be in the same house as a very dangerous werewolf."

Harry reached out and grabbed his godfather's arm for support. "Remus is not dangerous," he hissed.

"He is a dark creature and a monster. It is my duty as a father to protect my child, and as long as you are living under the same roof as that abomination, I will have full custody of my son." Lucius slapped a folder in Sirius' stunned hands. "The Wizangamot has already voted on it. After the baby is born, he will be immediately whisked away to my manor."

Sirius dropped the papers so he could catch Harry whose legs had given out on him. "You can't change the contract without us there to agree on it," he snarled, passing Harry off to Severus who had come to help.

"We didn't change the contract," Cornelius crowed. "We just added to it. This will give any of the future fathers an out if they too don't want their children exposed to dark creatures."

Harry was gasping for air as he started hyperventilating. This couldn't be happening. They were going to take away what limited time he was allowed with his children. He couldn't leave Sirius and Remus, he would die without them. This was home and they were his family.

"You've said your peace, now go!" Severus snapped, thrusting a calming draught in Potter's hand. It wasn't good for the boy in his delicate condition to get this upset.

"We'll fight this!" Sirius cried, advancing on the retreating pair.

"You can try," Lucius chuckled triumphantly. "But more than three quarters of the Wizengamot voted in my favor. I would perhaps allow Potter to visit my child...for a price," he said with a lick of his lips. Before Black could attack, he stepped into the floo and vanished.

"No. No. No. No," Harry sobbed, arms wrapped protectively around his stomach in a feeble attempt to hide and keep his baby safe. "He can't do this. Please say that he can't do this."

"What the hell?" Sirius raged. "What the hell just happened and why didn't the League stop it?"

Severus ushered Harry to the couch and forced him to sit down. The boy was trembling something horrible, crying, and looked on the verge of going into shock, even with the calming draught he had given him. "Potter, you need to calm down."

"What happened?" Sirius furiously demanded again.

"Lucius is what happened," Severus snapped. "He paid off or blackmailed every Wizengamot member that he could. The League tried, but they didn't have a chance. I was called in to testify on Lupin's behalf, but unfortunately, Lucius knew about our little incident in fifth year and greatly enjoyed sharing it with everyone."

Paling, Sirius stumbled to a chair and collapsed. "This is all my fault."

"Not all, just partially," Severus growled. "You were young and stupid then, now you're just old and stupid. Now get the hell over here and help me calm your godson down before he goes into labor."

Harry gripped at Severus' robes and pulled at them. "Please tell me that he can't take my babies, please. Our plan will still work, won't it?"

Severus wanted to promise that their plan would still work, but he wasn't sure himself. The contract had been written and signed magically, they shouldn't have been able to add to it, especially without Harry there. There was no way in hell that Lucius would ever want a squib child, but he would take it just to spite Harry than dump it off somewhere in the muggle world.

"Th-this is going to be ok, Harry," Sirius reassured. "Moony and I will move out and you can have the house. I will buy a fleet of house elves for you. We won't let Lucius win."

The cry that came from Harry was absolutely heart wrenching. "Please don't leave me. I-I can't do this by myself. I...I..."

Sirius quickly engulfed his pup in a bone crushing hug. "Pup, we don't want to leave you, but we also don't want to give them an excuse to take your children away. We love you."

Cursing when Harry continued to cry harder, Severus went to his bag and pulled out a dreamless sleep. "Help me get this down his throat, Black, before he makes himself sick."

Sirius got up and sat on the couch behind Harry and pulled him back against his chest. "Please, calm down, pup, this crying isn't good." Gently he tilted his head back and coaxed his mouth open.

Slowly and carefully Severus fed Harry the potion, Sirius massaging his throat to help him swallow. Harry was completely out of it, crying hysterically and hyperventilating. It took the position ten long minutes before it took affect and knocked the hybrid out.

Wiping at his own tears, Sirius looked to Severus. "What are we going to do? Harry needs us, he can't be on his own."

"It wouldn't matter if you and the wolf left, Lucius would only find another excuse to take the baby. He doesn't want Harry to influence it it any way."

"So what now?" Sirius sighed, still trapped under his pup.

"Skeeter," Severus said simply.

***HP

Rita gracefully stepped through the floo and unashamedly looked around. She was a bit startled when her eyes fell on Harry Potter sound asleep on the couch.

"Mrs, Skeeter, I'm so glad that you could make it on such short notice," Sirius purred, dressed in his finest dress robes and looking every inch the Black that he was.

"Sirius Black," Rita addressed, her eyes drinking in every inch of the drop dead gorgeous man in front of her. "Well if you aren't a sight for these sore eyes. I must say, Azkaban did not rob you of your looks. You are absolutely scrumptious."

Flashing a perfect smile, Sirius held his hand out to the witch. "Why thank you, and may I add that you are looking as stunning as ever. Your picture in the Prophet doesn't do your beauty justice."

Flushing, Rita placed her hand in his. "Well now I know that you want something from me, Lord Black, and seeing how I'm easily swayed by a handsome man that has a way with words, you will probably get it. Now tell me, what can I do for you?"

Sirius glanced to his godson, making sure that Rita didn't miss his look of concern and sadness. "Let us take this discussion to the kitchen where we won't bother poor Harry. He got some heartbreaking news just a little while ago and we had to give him a dreamless sleep."

"Let me guess, it's the news he received that brought me here?" Rita smirked.

Sirius inclined his head. "You did such an amazing job with that article after Lucius hurt him that I thought maybe you could possibly help us with this. It seems the Minister and the Wizengamot feel that they are above our laws and the laws of magic."

"Bastards," Rita snarled. "Please, let's go somewhere where we can talk freely. Poor Harry looks like he needs his rest." It was true, the boy looked like hell laying there with huge dark circles under his red and swollen eyes.

***HP

"I don't understand, what would it accomplish bringing the ICW into this?" Sirius asked, sipping on tea. "This isn't an international issue."

"Oh but it is," Rita leaned forward, eyes gleaming. "Fudge already has the next three men poor Harry will be sent to lined up, but after that he is planning on branching out. I just happened to get my hands on a memo sent to a very dear friend of mine in America. Fudge is opening up an international bidding war."

Sirius was so mad that he couldn't even see straight. "That fat mother fucker!" he raged, sending his half full mug across the room and into the wall."

"Yes it's horrible," Rita agreed, "but Lucius and Fudge can't buy the majority of the ICW. Really, the pompous idiot was a fool making this an international issue. As a Lord and Harry's submissive guardian, you have every right to call an emergency meeting of the ICW."

Sirius scratched at his chin in thought. "Why the hell hasn't Dumbledore called a meeting? He is the fucking Supreme Mugwump."

Sighing, Rita started twirling one of her blonde curls around her finger. Honesty, how the hell did Gryffindors survive to adulthood? "Dumbledore has his sticky fingers stuck into too many candy jars. He's Headmaster of Hogwarts, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Supreme Mugwump, now on this Submissive League, and the old fool believes that everyone has good in them and should be given a second, third and fourth chance. Now I know that you have a lot of respect for the man, but you need to take your godson's safety and happiness into your own hands. The League is fighting for that boy, but they need bigger wands. Demand a meeting with the ICW and storm that place with as many supporters as you rally up."

Jumping to his feet, Sirius leaned across the table, cupped the back of Rita's head and planted a big wet one right on her lips. "I don't understand why everyone talks so bad about you, you're a fucking genius."

Blushing, Rita fluffed up her hair and batted her eyelashes at the sexy Black Lord. "You flatter me, but I deserve whatever people say about me. Lord Black, I'm a ruthless bitch who won't let anything or anyone stand in her way. You get this meeting and I'll be there backing you and Harry up. I'm also going to get an emergency edition printed and owled out tonight, everyone deserves to hear how Fudge and Malfoy are breaking magic's laws."

"If I wasn't already mated, I'd marry you," Sirius said with a wink.

Sighing, Rita closed her eyes. "Lady Rita Black," she said wistfully. Opening her eyes, she smirked, "doesn't have the same ring as Rita Skeeter."

Shaking his head, Sirius sat back down. "So tell me, other than Flint, who are the other two men already lined up?"

"Well, as you know Marcus Flint is next, and the third is Blaise Zabini, but I haven't been able to find out who the second is." Rita pouted at that. None of her connections had been able to dig that information up.

Sirius pinched the bridge of his nose with a shaking hand. "If you find out the please let me know."

"Will I get another kiss if I do?" Rita purred.

"My lips will be warm and puckered," Sirius winked.

"S-Sirius."

Sirius' head snapped up when he heard his godson whimper his name. The dreamless sleep potion should have kept him out it for at least another four hours.

"I-I think something is wrong," Harry gasped.

"Oh shit!" Sirius cried, jumping to his feet and rushing to his pup's side. Harry was leaning against the door, covered in sweat, trembling, and pants dripping with blood.

"I-I don't feel so good," Harry whimpered, turning his head into his godfather's neck.

Sirius scooped Harry up when his legs gave out on him. Quickly turning back to a stunned and pale Rita, he asked, "can you please go to Hogwarts and get Severus? Explain to him what's going on and that I took Harry to Healer Falcon."

Rita grabbed her bag and rushed out of the room, careful not to step in the trail of blood that Harry had left behind. There was so much blood that the poor boy looked like someone had gutted him.

***HP

Sirius crashed to his knees when the floo spat him out in the reception area at St. Mungo's. "It's gonna be alright," Sirius lied when Harry emitted a feeble whimper. He didn't know if it was going to be alright, there was so much damn blood.

"Oh dear," A nurse cried, rushing to Sirius' side and helping him up.

"I need to see Healer Falcon, NOW!" Sirius demanded, already heading in the direction where he knew the healer could be found.

The nurse sprinted past Sirius and down the hall to find the healer. She was the same nurse that was on duty last time Harry Potter was brought in. She knew that Healer Falcon would want to be notified immediately.

"This way, Sirius," Healer Falcon said, stepping out from a room a few doors down from where Sirius was at. "What happened?"

Sirius very gently laid his pup on the examining table, never noticing or caring that he was covered in his blood. "Fucking Fudge and Malfoy were by earlier today and upset Harry. We gave him a dreamless sleep, but he woke a few minutes ago like this."

"Harry, are you in pain," Healer Falcon asked, waving his wand over the whimpering boy.

Harry rolled to his side and curled into a fetal position. "Y-Yes, sir."

"Have all his previous tests come back inconclusive as far as the baby is concerned? I'm not getting any reading."

"Yes, it was the same way with his first pregnancy. Severus thinks it's because of his vampirism."

Healer Falcon nodded his head. "He's losing a lot of blood and contracting. Since we can't see what's going on with the baby, I suggest we do a c-section and remove them."

"I agree," Severus said, briskly walking into the room. "He's seven months along, if the baby is still alive, it should have no problems breathing with medical help."

"Alright, let's get him to a room and prepped." Healer Falcon ordered.

"Sirius!" Harry cried out fearfully, holding his hand out to his godfather. He didn't want to be alone, he was terrified.

"Can I come?" Sirius asked, taking his pup's hand and giving if a reassuring squeeze.

"Yes, but we have to hurry," Healer Falcon said, putting the sides up on the bed and pushing it out and into the hall.

It only took Healer Falcon a few minutes to get Harry to the high security section of the hospital. The wards in this section of the hospital were goblin made and damn near impossible to tear down. This section wasn't used often, it was mainly used for very important people that needed added security, such as the Minister. The wards prevented anyone without clearance from passing, no matter who they were.

"The high security section?" Severus questioned.

"The last thing Harry needs is the Minister and Malfoy in his face. As his doctor I have the right to keep them away until I clear him for visitors, and there isn't a damn thing the Minister or the Wizengamot can do about it. In this ward my law is above anyone else's and I'll be his medical guardian and have complete control over who comes and who goes."

"Sounds good to me," Sirius said, breathing a small sigh of relief. As least Malfoy couldn't waltz right in a take the baby...if it was alive and survived.

"Severus, I need you to be my second pair of hands, I don't want anyone else in on this until we get it under control." Healer Falcon said. "Now please start an IV so we can get him some blood, he's losing way too much."

"W-What are you going t-to do?" Harry sobbed, turning his head so he couldn't see his ex professor stick a needle in his arm.

"First, Harry, and this is very important. I need you to stop crying and try to relax. Can you do that for me?"

I-I'll try," Harry whimpered. " I'm just scared about the baby and I hurt."

"Understandable," Healer Falcon said gently. "First I'm going to give you a calming draught and a pain potion, then I'm going to use a special cream that will numb your stomach real good, and soon as that kicks in, I will cut you open and remove the baby."

Harry nodded his head. "Alright, just hurry please. I don't want to lose the baby."

Healer Falcon didn't respond, he just handed the potions to Sirius to give to the boy and got to work. With so much blood loss, it would be a miracle if the baby was still alive.

After Severus started the IV and blood, he readied what he would need for the baby. He was going to curse Fudge and Lucius to hell and back for this. He had no doubt that the stress from their visit and him being upset caused this. Male submissive pregnancies were extremely delicate.

"Here we go," Healer Falcon warned, using his wand to cut into the submissive. "Harry, if you feel anything, anything at all, you let me know."

"M'kay," Harry said shakily, clinging to his godfather's hand like a lifeline. He was sending up whatever prayers he could think of that his baby would be alive. Hopefully whoever was listening didn't mind that he didn't know any full prayers. His aunt and uncle never allowed him to go to church with them. He was also praying to magic that she would watch over his baby. It would destroy him if he lost it. He may not have wanted to have Lucius' baby at first, but it was here and real and he desperately wanted it.

"It's a Placenta Abruption, and have twins!" Healer Falcon announced. "Sirius, I'm going to need you."

"What?" Harry cried faintly. He must have heard the man wrong, there was no way he was having twins. Severus had suggested the possibility, but he honestly didn't think anything of it.

Sirius hurried and kissed Harry's forehead then rushed to the healer, he almost fell to a dead feint when he saw his pup cut open and his insides.

"Don't you dare pass out, mutt," Severus snapped. "I can't handle two babies at once." Growling, he handed him a blanket. "After he hands you the baby, lay it over here beside me on the table and start rubbing it down."

"The first one is a girl," Healer Falcon exclaimed, "and she's breathing." Clearing the airway, he cut the cord then passed the small baby off to Sirius."

Pale and feeling lightheaded, Sirius rushed to Severus' side and started following his orders. The baby was so much smaller than Cepheus was as a baby that it was freighting.

While he was waiting for the second twin, Severus scanned the first baby to check her health. She was small at three pounds, fifteen inches long, but she was breathing fairly well so far on her own. That wasn't to say the she couldn't take a turn and start struggling, preemies tired easily.

"Another girl," Healer Falcon chuckled. Oh this was great, Lucius was going to be furious. "Their identical," he added. Noticing that she was struggling, he quickly cleared her airway, cut the cord, then passed her on to Severus.

Sirius let his instincts take over. After getting the baby cleaned as best as he could, he swaddled her tightly in a clean blanket then put the hat on her that Severus had laid out.

"I-Is the second baby alright?" Harry asked fearfully. The healer never said if she was breathing or not.

"She alive, Harry, but struggling just a bit with breathing. Try not to worry, she's in good hands with Severus." Healer Falcon explained as he worked to get Harry cleaned and healed. He hadn't been expecting twins and Severus was going to need help.

Severus vigorously rubbed the baby to stimulate her, but she was still having trouble breathing. Grabbing one of the potions he had lined up, he measured out a small amount then very gently fed it to the baby.

"What is that?" Sirius asked, watching like hawk. These were his little granddaughters, and like with Cepheus, he would protect them with his life. He didn't give a fuck that Lucius Malfoy was their biological father. These were his pup's babies.

"It's to help speed up lung maturity," Severus explained, still working on the baby. "If that doesn't work, then we will have treat her the muggle way and hook her to a respirator."

"W-What's going on?" Harry cried, desperately wishing that he could see. He could hear tiny cries from one baby, but only one.

Healer Falcon quickly rescanned the first twin, happy with his readings, he picked her up and handed her to Sirius. "Sirius, you did good, thank you. Can you please this little one to Harry so he can meet his daughter." He was also hoping that it would help distract the boy from worrying about the second twin.

"This one still needs help," Severus sighed, watching as the baby's small chest rapidly rose and fell with each harsh breath. "The potion is working, she's breathing easier than before, but it's still not enough for her."

"Let's hook her up to the C-PAP machine, we don't want her to tire and give out. Hopefully another dose of the lung maturity potion in six hours will do the trick." Healer Falcon explained. "Did you get a weight on her?"

"She's identical to her sister, three pounds, fifteen inches long." Severus chuckled. "Lucius isn't going to believe this."

"No he won't," Healer Falcon smirked. "He will be demanding a paternity test performed by his personal healer."

Severus anxiously looked to his old friend. He needed to administer the potion to the girls soon or else it wouldn't work. Unfortunately, he knew that his friend, nor Sirius, would be leaving the room anytime soon.

"Spit it out," Healer Falcon said, eyeing his friend up with suspicion. It normally wasn't easy to read Severus, damn near impossible actually, but he could that there was something going on with the man.

"I need to you turn your back for a minute," Severus answered cryptically.

Healer Falcon raised a single eyebrow. "And why would you need me to do that?"

"We have a way to keep the babies out of Lucius' hands, but I don't want you involved."

"Well now I'm really intrigued. What are you going to do? The Minister can't force anything out of me, not even under Veritaserum. Healer's magic protects us."

"I would still hate for you to get involved," Severus explained. It was true, Healer's magic would protect him, unlike with Poppy who was only a nurse, but he still didn't want his friend involved.

"I believe that decision is mine. Harry and those girls may only be my patients, but I too care for them. "So tell me, what is that you are planning to do?"

Sighing loudly, Severus reached into his robe and pulled out a potion. "Harry found a dark potions book buried deep in the Black Library. This potion, if administered within the first hour of birth, will hide a child's magic."

Healer Falcon's eyes lit up. "You're going to trick Lucius into thinking their squibs," he gasped. They obviously weren't since he could feel their magic, and while they weren't as powerful as Harry's son, they would still be a force to be reckoned with someday.

"Lucius won't want them if their squibs and Harry's contract states that he gets full custody of any unwanted or squib children that he births. It's actually common for a male submissive to birth squibs if their not with their true soul mate."

"It only hides their magic, not block it, correct?"

"They will still will be full functioning little witches, but any test performed on them will register them as squibs. Even Hogwarts enrollment book won't be able to sense them." Severus smirked.

Healer Falcon was impressed. "How long will it last?"

"Until their majority, or until I administer a potion that will cancel the other one out. Harry and I are the only ones who knows about it...and now you. There was also another potion Harry found, it's basically the same as the one I just explained, except it masks if someone is a male submissive. That one also has to be given immediately after birth, but it will last the male's lifetime."

"And have you had to administer that potion?" Healer Falcon asked slowly.

Severus didn't answer out loud, but he did incline his head. "Are you going to try to stop me from giving her the potion?" he asked, pointing to the baby who was now breathing a bit easier thanks to the help of the CPAP machine.

"No," Healer Falcon sighed, "but I will distract Sirius so he doesn't see."

Sirius felt like his heart was in his throat as he carried the insanely small baby to her mother. He couldn't believe that Severus and the Healer were trusting him with something so small and breakable.

Harry was trying to see what was going on at the other end of the room, but it was hard. Before Healer Falcon went to check his daughters, he had raised the bed up just a little so he could see. It wasn't enough to put pressure on his tender stomach, but enough that he could see a little of what was going on. "Sirius?" Harry asked hoarsely. He was feeling weak and shaky and extremely tired.

Afraid that he would drop the baby, Sirius stooped down so Harry could see his first daughter. "For a preemie, Harry, she is doing amazing."

"She's so tiny," Harry whimpered, softly caressing his daughters delicate cheek.

"Yeah," Sirius agreed. "She's only three pounds. Would you like to hold her?"

With tears in his eyes, Harry nodded his head and opened his trembling arms. When Sirius placed her in his arms, his heart absolutely melted. This was his daughter, his very tiny daughter. It didn't even feel like he was holding a baby, not like with chubby Cepheus.

"She's beautiful, Harry," Sirius said proudly. "With her being so small it's hard to tell who she looks like more, but I'm saying that she's all you."

Harry gave a watery chuckle. It really was hard to tell who she looked like. "What color is her hair?"

Sirius gently pulled the hat off revealing thin, sparse, dirty blonde baby hair. "She doesn't have a lot, does she? Not like Cepheus."

Shaking his head, Harry couldn't take his eyes off of his daughter. Everything about her was tiny, from her fist sized head to the teeny tiny toes sticking out from the bottom of the blanket. Grinning, Harry gently wrapped the blanket around them.

"Sorry about that," Sirius said sheepishly. "I was never good at swaddling Cephie either."

"How's my other daughter?" Harry asked brokenly, finally tearing his eyes of his precious little girl. He had been following the Healer's and Severus' conversation with his sensitive vampire hearing, but when they started whispering he could no longer hear them.

"I-I don't know?" Sirius said sadly, turning to look back at Severus and the second twin. "She was having a hard time breathing so Severus gave her something to help speed up lung maturity, but I don't know if it worked."

Harry took a couple deep breaths trying to fight of a panic attack. He couldn't lose one of daughters, he couldn't. Holy fuck, it just dawned on him that he now had three children. He was only eighteen years old for Merlin's sake. He couldn't have three children under a year old.

Healer Falcon felt Harry's panic attack thanks to the monitoring charm he had placed on him. Rushing to his bedside, he carefully eased the baby out of his arms and passed her to Sirius. "Take her to Severus then come and help me?" he ordered. That should give Severus enough time to give the baby the magic blocking potion. "Easy, Harry. What has you upset?"

Harry's chest was burning and he was having a hard time breathing. "H-How's my daughter?" he sobbed, taking in big gulps of air.

Healer Falcon pushed Harry back to the bed when he went to get up. "She's going to be fine, Harry, she's just needs a little help breathing. She can breath on her own, but it's hard for her and she gets tired easily. We hooked her to a special machine that's helping her and she resting peacefully."

Harry once again tried to get up. "P-Please, I need to see her."

"And I'll move your bed over to hers as soon as you calm down. Now tell me, is there anything else bothering you?"

"I-I have three kids all under a year old. H-How the fuck am I supposed to deal with that? I don't know what I'm doing, and the girls are so tiny. What if I accidentally hurt one? What if I can't love them as much as I love Cephie?"

Healer Falcon felt bad for the submissive, he was just a kid himself. "When you held your daughter, did you feel like you loved her any less than Cepheus?"

"No!" Harry cried, sobbing loudly. "I love her, and I love my other daughter even though I have yet to see her."

Healed Falcon wished that he could give Harry a calming draught, but he just had one not to long ago. If he didn't calm down soon, he was going to have to put him to sleep. Grabbing his face, he turned it so he was looking him in the eye. "Harry, take a deep breath and hold it for the count of ten for me." he ordered sternly.

Nodding his head, Harry did as instructed.

"Good, now do it again for me." Healer Falcon kept this up until the submissive had calmed down. "Now, are you ready to meet your second daughter?"

Harry was having a hard time keeping his eyes open, but he nodded his head yes. "Please," he begged.

"Sirius," Healer Falcon barked. "I'm going to move Harry's bed across the room, please follow us with his IV pole. Stay close so you don't pull at the tube in his arm."

Mindful of all the baby's tubes and wires, Severus lifted twin B up so Harry could see her. "She's doing good, Harry, don't let the machine frighten you," he warned. "Hopefully she will be breathing completely on her own by tomorrow."

Harry bit at his lip until he tasted blood. "This is all my fault. They should still be inside of me. Two months...I still had two months to go." With tears falling unchecked, he reached out and touched his second daughter's hand. "I'm so, so sorry, beautiful," he sobbed.

"It's not your fault, Harry," Healer Falcon said reassuringly. "These things just happen. You know how delicate submissive male pregnancies are."

Harry was losing his battle with staying awake, everything had been too much on him and he had lost a lot of blood. "Don't let anyone take them, please," he slurred.

Sirius kissed his pup on top of his head. "Sleep, pup, their safe here and I promise that they will be here when you wake."

"M'kay," Harry mumbled sleepily. "Get Draco...see sisters."

Sirius smiled fondly down at his godson. Even after everything he had just been though and half asleep, he was still more worried about other people. Draco had wanted to be in the room for the birth of his sibling, but there had been no time to contact him before rushing to the hospital.

Healer Falcon rubbed at his tired eyes, he had been up for over forty eight hours and it was looking like he was going to be up for at least another forty eight. "Alright, I have monitoring charms on the twins and Harry, and right now all three are sound asleep. What needs to be done before all hell breaks loose?"

Sirius hated leaving his pup, but he had to get the ball rolling with the ICW. "I will inform Draco of the birth of his sisters. Will he be able to get in here?"

"Yes, just tell him to have a nurse page me and I will escort him in." Healer Falcon said. "I will also key him into wards so he can come and go as he pleases. Harry will be here at least a week."

"I also need to demand a meeting with the ICW, so It could be a while before I return." Sirius said sadly. He didn't know how long the meeting with the ICW was going to take, but he wasn't giving up until the safety of Harry and his twins was guaranteed.

"He's going to need food and blood," Severus reminded. "A lot of blood," he stressed. They had never tested Harry to see what would happen if he went too long without blood, and right now was not the time to find out if he would attack someone in bloodlust.

"I'll handle the blood," Healer Falcon offered.

"I need to get back to Hogwarts, but I'll stay until someone can sit with Harry. He doesn't need to be alone right now."

"Thank you, Severus," Sirius said kindly before leaving.

"Have they both been administered the potion?" Healer Falcon asked after Sirius left."

Severus nodded. "I take it you would like to check and see if it worked?"

"You know me so well," Healer Falcon smirked. Waving his wand over the sleeping twin A, he was amazed when his reading came back that she had no magic. He could also no longer feel her magic. "Incredible," he said breathlessly. "Are you positive that she is still a witch?"

"Positive," Severus stressed. "There was nothing in the potion that would take away her magic away."

Shaking his head in awe, he scanned twin B. "The same. As far as my test shows, both girls are squibs."

Severus was proud that he had brewed the potion correctly, it had been one of most difficult potions he ever had the honor of brewing. There was no way now that Lucius would want those girls, not even just to get back at Harry. The man would find them a disgrace and unworthy of the Malfoy name. They just had to make sure now that he couldn't get his hands on them just to dump them somewhere, or worse, kill them.