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Harry slept much better that night. First off, Draco's house elf Dipsy had arrived to help with Leo. Second off, Harry had cast both permanent silencing and muffling charms on his floor and walls in the direction of the baby's room, so that he wouldn't be woken in the night. Breakfast was more pleasant too, since Draco now had exactly what he wanted to eat: a large bowl of fresh chilled raspberries, cream, and porridge. It wasn't until after breakfast that his day was first disturbed.

"What have you done with all of Ginny's things?" Harry asked, standing in the hallway of the third floor, looking into the room across from Draco's that had belonged to Ginny. Not that Ginny lived here, but there was plenty of room, so she had her own room when she stayed.

The walls had been covered in decaying wallpaper and the carpet threadbare, giving the room a shabby appearance. The antique furniture with Ginny's clothes strewn about had made the room look cluttered and dirty. But now all of that was gone. The room was completely gutted down to the wooden floors, which weren't as bad as the carpet had been and appeared to be freshly sanded and refinished. The walls were freshly painted sunshine yellow, complete with an animated bunny jumping into a cackling stump. It looked like a whole new room with the doxy eaten curtains the only evidence remaining of its former state.

"Oh, was that her rubbish then? She's terribly filthy to leave so much garbage lying about," Draco replied from inside the room, where he was pulling nursery furniture out of his nappy bag. He had both house elves, Kreacher and Dipsy, with him, moving each piece into place as he summoned it out.

"It wasn't rubbish; those were her things! Where are they?"

"In the rubbish heap, I guess. Ask your elf," Draco said with a shrug, not even bothering to look up at the fury on Harry's face as he continued his task.

"Kreacher! Where are Ginny's things? Where's the furniture that was in this room?" Harry asked the old stooped elf.

"Kreacher did as Master Draco instructed. Kreacher took all of the rubbish down to the rubbish bin on the street."

Harry let out a feral growl-like sound, turned on his heel, and stalked off down the stairs and out the front door. It wasn't trash day, so the rubbish bin was against the house, thank Merlin. In it he found all of Ginny's things and the shrunken furniture that had occupied the room, covered in debris from the old carpet and wallpaper and their last few meals. He considered strangling Draco and Kreacher as he pulled the items out and cleaned them off. Nothing was ruined or irreparably dirty and Draco did have a baby, so he grudgingly decided he wouldn't kill anyone.

Harry shoved the contents of Ginny's former room into a burlap sack, which he carried up to his room on the top floor. Then he returned to the third floor to question Draco. "And what is it that you're doing with Ginny's room?"

"This isn't Weasley's room; this is the new nursery. You invited us to stay, so surely you realize that we must have a nursery. We can't just keep flinging Leo's things about from room to room," Draco replied. He had the room furnished and was now pulling out linens, a sheet for the crib, towels, washrags, and nappies for the changing table. He left the linens on top of the various items of furniture and the two elves went behind him putting them into their proper positions.

"I thought you claimed Hermione's room across the hall?"

"The room across the hall is my bedroom. I had no idea you'd let Granger stay in it. Now that I do, I'm glad I insisted on having your elf change the bedding." Draco was pulling out Leo's bathing supplies and a bin to contain them, tossing them one at a time in the direction of the changing table. Dipsy darted about catching them and put it all away.

It hit Harry in a flash, the memory of when Draco first imposed his presence upon him. Draco had clearly said, "Rooms," in the plural and this was what he meant by it.

"Why can't you turn the room at the end of the hall into the nursery?" That room was Ron's, but it was better to take from his best friend, who was currently out of the country, than his girlfriend, who was already angry with the situation.
"Because it is too far from my room; it's on the other side of the floor. Plus that room smells like spoiled pig's feet and is too small. You do plan on having Teddy over, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"Well then that means you need room for two babies. Or did you want to give Teddy his own room? I suppose you will have to soon enough, but I didn't see any sign that you had so much as a baby blanket for him yet. I errantly assumed you'd want to borrow Leo's things for your godson, but obviously I am wrong. I'm sure Leo's things with the taint of sanitation on them are not good enough for your precious Teddy. If it doesn't smell like rotten pig's feet, it's clearly not good enough for the little war orphan my cousin left behind."

"What the fuck are you talking about, Malfoy?"

"Watch your mouth; Leo's right there." Draco indicated a playpen full of toys with his elbow, since his hands were filled with stacks of baby clothes. He was now in the process of filling up the drawers, while Leo was happily twisting and turning on his side, reaching out to grab a new toy, after discarding the one already in his little hand.

"Er, sorry. I'll just go," Harry said, turning away and heading to the drawing room.

Draco was left alone to transform Ginny's room into the nursery. Having a nursery was probably for the best and would mean they wouldn't have to continue pulling things out of Draco's magic nappy bag forever. Harry wished it didn't have to be in Ginny's room, although, he did agree that the foul smell in Ron's room was probably not good for a baby. If it were up to him, he would've turned Hermione's, now Draco's, room into the nursery and left Draco to sleep in there too. Why did Draco even need his own room?

Or Draco could've taken over the empty fourth floor. If Harry had known Draco was staying, that's where he would've put Draco in the first place. There were only two bedrooms up there, one of which was the oversized master bedroom. But no one had wanted to stay in either of those rooms, because Sirius had kept Buckbeak in the master bedroom and the other room had belonged to Fred and George. The remains of an exploded caldron were all over the walls in Fred and George's old room and it smelled even worse than Ron's room. Thus the rooms would have to be cleaned before being used again, which was why Harry hadn't offered it to Draco and Leo.

Harry was still grumbling internality about the situation, looking out at the pretty light blue clouds on what had to be the clearest day all month, if all year, when a head appeared in his fireplace. It was a balding wizard he recognized from the war, his red Auror collar showing just above the point where his spinning head was severed. Harry jumped, not used to this fireplace being connected to the floo and suddenly recalling that Dromeda had set it up the night before.

"Oi, Harry, good show. Robards and Stevenson would like a word with you, my good chap," the head said jollily and Harry tried to place a name to that face. It was something with a D, like Davis or David or Davies.

"Where are they?"

"Auror headquarters. You know the way, I trust?"

Harry confirmed that he did. He dismissed Donald or Derrick and informed Draco where he was going. Being the Savior of the Wizarding World, he was now allowed to floo directly into Auror headquarters and he did just that. He found Head Auror Robards and Lieutenant Stevenson in a conference room with a handful of lower level Aurors, including the formally disembodied head.

"Harry! Good of you to join us!" Robards exclaimed, cutting off the speech of another Auror to do so.

"Robards. Stevenson," Harry nodded, holding out his hand and letting all of the wizards in the room shake it.

Stevenson caught on to the fact that Harry didn't recognize or remember everyone else in the room. He thus introduced Harry to Belchinstein, Dixon, Katz, and Martinez. Dixon being the name of the wizard who had summoned Harry.

"Right, well let's get down to business, Harry," Robards said, taking command of the meeting again. "Katz here is head of the team combing through Malfoy Manor for clues. He's working under Stevenson, who is in charge of rounding up all remaining Death Eaters. Marty and Belch are covering the Lestrange Mansion and the Crabbe Cottage, which are known Death Eater hangouts. Dick is coordinating information from a number of lesser locations. We need to know how many Death Eaters there were in order to know how many are left. We are flying blind without that knowledge. We can sweep the streets, but if we don't know what we're looking for, we'll never find them all."

"So what did you want me for? This isn't the best time for me to start training," Harry replied. He'd been all gung ho about joining the Aurors when Robards offered straight after the war. They'd used him for a handful of major missions straight away when their numbers were low and the Death Eaters were fleeing into the woodwork faster than their side could track them down. But once things had calmed down a bit, the fact that he hadn't even started Auror training was flung in his face and he'd been told to take some time off until the start of training. That was last Friday, four days before Draco had shown up on his doorstep. They had yet to get back to him, but an entire week had yet to pass.

"Never mind the training. Lieutenant Grubbly-Plank is working on setting that up, but that shan't be for another week at least," Robards said to Harry, before turning to one of the other Aurors, handing the floor over. "Katz?"

"Yes, well, I have reason to believe that the Malfoy family has valuable information. We've already obtained many names from evidence left inside their house, but we suspect they know even more. Given that they seem to have switched sides, we'd like to see if they are willing to talk to us and name names. Only problem is, we can't get to them. We don't even know where the elder Malfoys are," Katz explained.

"And you heard Draco Malfoy is staying with me?" Harry guessed.

"Yes, well Arthur Weasley and I are on good terms. He happened to mention it," Belch interjected.

"So you want me to drag Draco Malfoy in for questioning?" Harry asked, not at all opposed to the idea.

"No, not drag. He's not a suspect, he's a witness. Ask him to come in and volunteer information. At this point, it's optional," Katz clarified.

Harry soon found himself back at Grimmauld Place, staring into the nursery, which Draco was again painting with his wand, adding details to the scene on the walls. It was only the fact that he was painting with magic that allowed him to do so without danger of splattering the furniture and other belongings already in place.

"You want me to drop everything and drag my son into the Ministry of Magic, voluntarily?" Draco asked incredulously, in response to Harry's request.

"Yes. It'll help make this country safer, for our son," Harry answered.

"I'll go on one condition."

"What, Malfoy?"

"I don't want Weasley around Leo."

"No, Ron's my best mate."

"Not that Weasley, Jennifer Weasley."

"You mean Ginny, as in Ginevra?"

"If that's what her name is, then yes, Potter, Gineefra."

Harry rolled his eyes, sure Draco was being deliberately obtuse regarding Ginny's name.

"Well Potter?"

"No. She's my girlfriend and Leo is my son. I can't keep them apart," Harry replied.

"Well then you have your answer. Your precious Aurors can just track down the likes of Rabastan and Renaldo Lestrange without my help."

Harry's ears perked up at the name drop. Rodolphus and Bellatrix fought to the death in the final battle, but the younger brother and a cousin got away.

"You know where the Lestranges are?"

"Maybe," Draco said with a shrug, but in a tone that clearly implied the true answer was in the affirmative.

"The Lestranges are probably the worst Death Eaters left!" Harry's voice was a plea, urging Draco to give them up.

"And Rabastan is my only living uncle." Again Draco shrugged.

"Come on. Pack up Leo and let's get to the Ministry. You need to tell this to the Aurors."

"No, Potter," Draco said, wrenching his arm away from Harry's grasping hand. "You already said you wouldn't grant my request, so I won't tell you or your little friends where my uncle is."

"But this is Rabastan Lestrange we're talking about! He's a Death Eater!" Harry said it as if this was supposed to somehow be news to Draco. Draco just shrugged and refused to budge. "Why are you so against Ginny anyway? You're going to have to accept my friends in our son's life, now that I'm in it."

"Your friends, maybe, but each and every one of your trollips, I think not. I want my son to have a sense of stability in his life and not to have to get attached to a dozen different witches you bring home on the spur of the moment."

"Does that mean you won't be introducing him to any of your girlfriends either?"

"What girlfriends? I'm gay."

That was news to Harry, but it wasn't a big deal and he quickly recovered. He himself suspected that he was bi, but hadn't had the chance to experiment with blokes, since he was busy with the war when the revelation came to him. "Boyfriends then."

"Of course not. Just because he doesn't have the ideal family life doesn't mean he needs to grow up like he was the child of a vagrant."

Harry had to admit that Draco had a point about not introducing their son to casual partners, but he was serious about Ginny. "But I want to marry her."

"Are you engaged?"

"No…"

"Well until there is a ring on her finger, she doesn't need to meet our son. And don't you even think about abusing that rule and handing out rings to every girl you sleep with, because if you do, I'll up the rule to marriage."

"You'd make me marry a girl just to introduce her to my son?"
"Well if you say it like that, then you're making me think you plan on throwing the title around. If you turn into one of those muggle playboys with an ex-wife, I won't extend the privilege to the new one. You only get one."

"And you plan on sticking to these same rules yourself, do you?"

"Absolutely. No Malfoy has ever been divorced."

It occurred to Harry then that Draco was just trying to protect their son. Draco wasn't saying Ginny couldn't ever see Leo, but that Harry should be serious and make a commitment to her before introducing the two. Given the stories the papers were printing about him sleeping with every witch he was seen touching and the owls from admirers, which Kreacher was in charge of intercepting and burning, it was reasonable for Draco to have concerns about the possibility that Harry was a playboy.

"Alright, fine. I'll keep Ginny away until we're engaged," Harry conceded. After all, it would only take four words and a ring to rectify the situation.

"Good. Give me a minute; I have to pack Leo's things," Draco concluded happily, a smug smirk on his face.

It was much more than a minute when Draco was finally ready. He took so long packing that when he finished, he decided it was too close to the time Leo would need to eat again. Harry was impatient to get going and found himself muttering angrily about the fact that his son ate every three hours. But there was nothing to do for it and Draco was eventually ready, Leo in his arms and the golden snitch nappy bag over his shoulder.

When they got to the Auror department, the earlier meeting had broken up. Harry escorted Draco and Leo into the empty room anyway and left them to wait while he tracked down someone of authority. It was Dixon he found first and the Auror promised to track down the others for him. He went back to the room and waited with Draco. Leo was in his little chair normally kept in the kitchen, and Draco was showing him some loud singing toy. Leo seemed to like the thing, reaching out to grasp it in order to guide it to his mouth, before letting go, laughing, and starting the process anew.

Dixon returned with Katz and Stevenson and two lower level Aurors there to take notes for them. Katz led the interview, asking Draco question after question, Leo's toy singing in the background. Leo let out a few happy squeals interrupting them momentarily, but for the most part sat happily in his chair playing with his toy. It seemed that Auror Katz wanted to know about every detail Draco had witnessed. Knowing that Leo wouldn't last that long, Harry decided to intervene.

"We only have an hour or so, so let's keep this to the most important facts," Harry said.

Katz nodded and began asking Draco for names of Death Eaters. While Draco talked, one of the lower level Aurors took notes and the other cross checked names, piping up whenever Draco said a name that was new to them. This time Katz didn't ask for additional details, such as whether or not Draco knew where any of these people were. The second time Rabastan's name was thrown out there and ignored, Harry decided it was time to interrupt again. "Draco knows where Rabastan might be."

If all eyes hadn't already been on Draco, they were now, quills paused in mid-air and eyes looking up from parchments.

"Is that true?" Katz asked.

"Well I don't know for certain where he is at this exact moment, but I know where the Lestrange's secret underground bunker is, yes," Draco answered.

Draco ended up circling a point on a map for the Aurors to indicate where the bunker was. The rest of the interview time was spent with Draco naming Death Eaters and occasionally listing locations that they could be. They stopped when Leo began to fuss. Head Auror Robards popped his head in then and pressed for an additional meeting, but Draco said only, "We will see."

"Harry, see the Malfoys home, but do pop back over for another chat sometime this afternoon if you have time," Robards said, ending the discussion for the moment.

Harry did exactly that. He escorted Draco and Leo home. When it was clear that they were going to disappear for another hour for one of their feedings, he grew bored. Having nothing else to do, he flooed back over to the Ministry and found Robards at his desk for that private chat the Head Auror had requested.

"Harry, good. I'm glad you came back. There are a number of things we still need to discuss."

"Er, yes sir," Harry replied. "Look, Draco can't be coming back all the time, but I see no reason why he can't send you guys owls with what you want to know." As long as the Ministry provided the owls, that was, since neither he nor Draco had one at the moment.

"That shouldn't be a problem. There is something else I wanted to talk to you about." There was a pause in which Harry looked at Robards expectantly, waiting for him to get to the point. "The baby, Leo, is it?"

"Yes sir."

"Right. He is your son then?"

"Yes," Harry answered honestly, wondering what the Auror was getting at.

"Your son with Draco Malfoy?" Harry nodded and Robards continued, "Is there any truth to the rumor that Malfoy conceived the baby without your knowledge? You didn't have sex with him?"

"Yeah, I wasn't there. We never had sex."

"You see Harry, I'm concerned because I know of no spell that would allow Malfoy to have your child, without your consent. Every spell I know of requires an established relationship. If you weren't in a relationship, I don't know how he could've done it."

"There was a hair involved, I know that."

"Do you know that what Malfoy did is illegal?"

"I know it's black magic, but he told me it's only because these spells involve regenerating body parts, which automatically falls under black magic. It doesn't seem that dark to me," Harry answered.

"It's not. Normally these spells are only used in cases of impotency and are perfectly legal. If they are used without consent, then they become illegal. But because the relationship is required, we don't get many cases of misuse. Since you did not consent, do you wish to press charges?"

Harry knew the answer to that question immediately. "No," he said, shaking his head. He knew what it'd been like for Draco, forced to obey Voldemort's orders. Voldemort had ordered it and Draco had unwillingly complied, just like Draco hadn't really wanted to kill Dumbledore. And once Draco had the baby, he'd done his best to protect Leo, keep the baby safe, and take proper care of the child, going so far as to let Harry free and switch sides in the war. Draco had given Harry critical information and let him and his friends go.

Robards raised an eyebrow quizzically.

"I hit him with a dark curse first; we're even," Harry explained, repeating the excuse Draco had given him. If he compared the two dark curses, Sectumsempra on Harry's part and Leo on Draco's, there was no question that Harry got the better deal. He'd much rather have a baby than have his chest sliced open and almost bleed to death.

"It is your decision son. I will leave this matter up to you, but I do think you should look into how exactly it was accomplished. If the Death Eaters invented a new spell that can create a biological child with nothing more than a hair, then we need to know about it. I hope for all our sakes something like that never gets out," Robards concluded.

Harry concurred, but he also knew what according to Draco, Snape had said about it. He relayed the information to Robards, but the Auror still wanted to know the exact spell that had been used. Robards also wanted the Unspeakables to examine the case and determine if Snape was correct.

Later that evening, Harry questioned Draco about the book the spell had come from and exactly how the spell had been performed. Draco had found the book in the Malfoy family library. He'd brewed the potion in the dungeons of Hogwarts and performed the dark spell in his dormitory. It required a preexisting relationship, but Draco hadn't been aware of that requirement when he did it; he just did it and if Harry wanted to see exactly what he did, the book was in his room at Malfoy Manor.

Author's Note: Draco's behaving badly again; this is the first of his many attempts to cut Ginny out of Harry's life. He'll meter out the information slowly, to keep pressure on Harry to keep Ginny away. Up next Ginny will find out about what Draco did to her room…

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