Lucius knew he could be wrong, Harry had been gone for six years, the boy definitely could be Adrian's. He had spoken to Thomas the day before, and the man had not corrected him, when he said the boys were his blood. But he had to wonder, he thought if Draco had adopted boys, he would have called them his grandsons as well. And really he knew he had been a fool, Thomas of course would have known all about his son and Harry, before he asked Lucius to make sure Draco didn't come. It had been all over the papers, and perhaps Thomas knew what happened, he had no idea what Harry may have told his in laws.

Andromeda's eyes went to where Harry had gone, taking Jamie up stairs, hopefully to get him to go back down. She of course knew, and with time someone would do the math, but she was not sure it was her place. The last thing Harry needed was the stress right now, and she wasn't sure Lucius would not go after him.

Andromeda moved to go back into the house. "Return to the memorial Lucius."

He stopped her. "How old are the twins Andromeda?"

Andromeda turned slightly to look at him. "Lucius, let it drop, this is not the time."

Lucius knew she was right, but he had to know; now he was there. "They are my grandsons aren't they?"

Andromeda turned all the way back. "No. Those boys are Adrian's. He was their Papa, he always will be."

Lucius knew she had confirmed it, even if not in words. "How far along...?"

Andromeda turned to leave but before she did she said. "Two months, he had just found out."

Lucius was left standing there in the garden, reeling with the shock, the boys were his grandsons. In male pregnancies it often took longer to know, unless you had bad symptoms or were trying for a baby, it was not so obvious. Harry had of course been going through so much stress and craziness, with Ginny and the others, he likely had passed symptoms off as stress. Lucius was even more confused, his son always wanted to be a daddy, even if he was a bit young. He and Harry were engaged, Lucius had been told they were setting a date, when Harry had disappeared. He couldn't understand what happened, he knew his son would have been there, and he had to find out. He had to be careful; he would not throw an angry Draco at Harry, before he found out more.

Thomas had come out, he had noticed Lucius come outside, but hadn't realized Harry was out there. He had seen Harry come in with Jamie, and he knew he must have seen Lucius, and had no idea what had been said. He knew Lucius had seen the boy, and from the look on his face, he knew.

Thomas just said straight out. "You know?"

Lucius turned to him. "How did you not tell me those were my grandsons not yours in the photo?"

Thomas growled. "Those are my grandsons; they are every bit Adrian's as they are Harry's. He was there holding Harry's hand when he gave birth to the twins."

Lucius tried to remain calm. "I am not insinuating that your son was not a good father to them, but they are my family. I deserved to know, my..."

Thomas cut him off. "Your son has no place in their life. Adrian met up with Harry when he was four months along. He was there for it all. They are his."

It took a few coffees, before Harry had admitted he was pregnant to Adrian, and told him what had happened. He had thought Adrian would run the other way, but he continued to come, and he was an amazing listener from the start. He had been there through the pregnancy, and when the twins were born, he sat by Harry's side those weeks that Jamie was in the NICU because he was so small. It was months later they began to date, and he did not become their Papa officially until they married, but their second word had been Papa to him. And Jamie had always, even before he could speak, been a Papa's boy.

Lucius listened to the man, and he could understand, why he was so defensive. For what ever reason Harry left, he had found comfort and support with Adrian, and he had been an amazing Papa to Lucius' grandsons. He was surprised after three years of marriage; the two of them had no children of their own.

Thomas shook his head. "They tried, for years, but Harry never once got pregnant. They were seeing a fertility healer the past year, hoping they might have a baby."

Lucius was surprised. "They are both quite young, and Harry seems to be quite fertile."

Thomas nodded. "It was Adrian, before he left for the US; he suffered a few hexes in an attack. The healers warned he'd likely never carry, or conceive."

Lucius hadn't heard. "I'm sorry."

Thomas shrugged. "Harry was such a blessing, bringing those little boys into our lives, and our family. And I would do anything, anything, to protect them."

Lucius did not miss the meaning of the last part, he more then understood Thomas meant him, well his son. Lucius was still shaken to learn he had not one but two grandsons, who were five years old, and was not sure what to make of it. He did not protest when Thomas suggested he leave, his mind was else where, and he knew this wasn't the time to talk to Harry. He had no intention of letting it drop, no matter the kind of Papa Adrian was, those two boys were his grandsons.

Lucius went to leave but thought. 'I have to find out from Draco what happened. I don't understand why Harry would have fled pregnant from the UK."

Remus watched his son from the door; he had not seen Harry so reluctant to leave his sons, since they were born. He was growing worried, not only because his son was not grieving for himself, but he was growing so pale. He told himself it was just lack of sleep, and eating, but he wasn't sure. He kept reminding his son the boys needed him, he was no good to them if he was falling down, or ill. Harry needed to take care of himself, as well as the boys, but Harry didn't seem to listen. He was reminded Poppy had always commented that Harry was one of the worst, as well as most frequent, patients she ever had.

Harry knew his dad was watching him from the door. He too was remembering when the boys were born; Adrian had been by his side, with his dad in the delivery room. They had only been friends in Boston for five months, and hadn't dated until months later, but he was there for it.

Harry was so anxious, his older son was in a cradle next to the bed, but his younger son was rushed out. He had only seen the baby for a moment, but he had been crying, which was the only comfort. The healer had come back in, and told him the baby was tiny, and would be in the NICU for some time, he could not even reassure Harry he would make it. Harry had been so scared, when he left the UK pregnant, but he loved his sons and couldn't face losing them.

Adrian and Remus tried to keep him I the room, reminding him he just had surgery as they had to do a C-section, and about the other baby. He had been assured the baby was getting the best care, and they were getting up dates, but it wasn't enough.

Harry tried to get up. "I want to see my son."

Adrian stopped him. "Harry you need to stay in bed for now, you just had surgery. Even if it was magical, you need rest."

Harry was not listening. "I am going to see my son, one way or another Adrian. I need to see my baby."

Adrian looked helplessly at Remus and back at Harry. "I will take you, but in a wheel chair, and you are coming right back."

Remus looked at his older grandson. "I will stay with him."

A nurse was extremely reluctant, but allowed them a wheel chair, and Adrian wheeled Harry to the NICU. The healers there were surprised, but they used spells to ensure Harry was sanitary, and allowed him into the room. Harry thought he was prepared, but as he looked at his tiny little baby, on all these monitoring spells and magical oxygen source, he thought his heart was going to stop right there in his chest.

Adrian knelt, and held Harry's hand, as Harry touched the glass looking at his little boy. He thought of his older son, healthy and asleep back in his room, and couldn't understand why this was happening. His own healer appeared, and wanted Harry taken back to his room, he needed rest.

Harry shook his head. "No, I can't leave him, not like this. I won't leave him."

Adrian shook his head. "Harry you need rest. You are no good to either this little one or his brother, if you don't."

Harry had tears running down his cheeks. "I don't want him to be alone, I don't want him alone and scared."

Adrian touched the glass. "I will stay with him; someone will stay with him, until he is out of here. I promise he won't be alone."

Harry thought of his dad, the twins, and Tonks who were there. "Promise?"

Adrian promised, leaving only long enough to take Harry back to his room, and came back. Adrian had help, Remus and the others all took their turns with the baby in the next few weeks, Harry when he got stronger, but Adrian was there the most. He kept his promise, with some help, the baby was never alone.

Harry spoke to his dad, not turning around. "Jamie was already a Papa's boy before he left the NICU, even if Adrian did not adopt them for more then two years."

Remus came to his side. "He loved those twins so much. I remember even back then, before you dated, he said they would one day be his too."

Harry brushed hair from his son's eyes. "I don't want them to be alone."

Remus kissed his son on the head. "Go down for lunch, you need to eat, and then take a nap. I will stay with the boys, I promise."

Harry bent and kissed both of his sons, and his dad. "If they need me..."

Remus assured his son he would come find him, but he thought the twins would be okay, for a few hours. They had not been sleeping much either, and the nap would do them some good, especially Jamie. When he was alone with the boys, he thought of Lucius, and Draco for a moment. He knew his son still loved Draco in a way, and he had not gone forgotten in the boys. Harry said Caelum, who was named for a constellation, was in honour of the Blacks, but mainly Sirius. He knew that was in part true, his middle name Remus so he honoured two marauders, but he had a feeling Draco was part. Jamie Fabian was named for Grandpa James who Harry hoped watched over his son from heaven, and Fabian Prewett, in honour of the Weasley twins. His son had needed all the strength he could get he said, to survive the odds against him when he was born, and the names of two amazing Order members, seemed right.

Remus shook his head. "How he and Adrian wanted a little girl so bad."

Draco was a bit surprised, his father was at school, and there was no meeting or such for him to attend. He knew his dad came to visit sometimes, as he would not leave school very often on his own, but he had seen his dad the day before. He loved him, but his dad was always on him about dating, or moving on. He didn't understand why his son had become a hermit, his Uncle had been, but because he was a spy. Draco wanted to point out he didn't understand, he didn't know what happened, but that was Draco's fault. He refused to tell his dad what happened, or what he knew, it was just too painful.

Lucius knew his son would know something was up, they had seen each other yesterday, but he had to come. He couldn't get the image out of his mind, of the two little boys, his grandsons. He knew Adrian had been a good Papa to them, but they were his blood, and he needed to understand what happened at least.

Draco closed the door to his office behind his dad. "What do I owe the pleasure of a second visit in two days to?"

Lucius sat down. "What happened between you and Harry?"

Draco's head snapped up. "I have told you more then once, I don't want to talk about it."

Lucius motioned to the chain he wore about his neck. "You still wear the ring you had made for him."

Draco touched the ring. "As a reminder of what happens when you are foolish enough to open your heart up to someone."

Lucius knew his son was lying, not only to him, but to himself as well. His son was like his Uncle, he was good at hiding his emotions, but he was not as cold as one might think he was. He knew his son was suffering some kind of real pain, and though his son could wear a mask well, this was the first time Draco would not talk to him. He had no idea why, he had supported the two of them together, and he was confused by this.

Draco touched the ring, he remembered going to the jeweller, with a sketch. He had spent weeks ring shopping, funny to say since they had only been dating six months when he proposed, and could not find the perfect ring for Harry. He finally designed one, and paid a good chunk, to have it made for him.

Lucius stopped from being dismissed. "There were all those rumours about Ginny."

Draco smirked. "We both know Harry would never have touched her with a ten foot pole. And the proof of that, is living under the Burrow roof with her now."

Lucius grimaced as he was reminded of the reason Ginny lived at home even in her twenties. "Then what? I don't understand why he took off."

Draco slammed his book shut. "If you learn the answer to that question, then you can tell me, because I have nothing to tell you."

Lucius was a bit surprised. "Surely you have some idea, he didn't just take off."

Draco stood and went to leave. "The bar tender had his ring, and a note, saying simply it was too much, and he couldn't do it any more."

Lucius looked at the note, he could see it was a quick quill note, not handwritten. Draco shook his head, it sounded like Harry, and the bartender confirmed it had been him. He had the ring too, if the letter had not been proof enough. He had been so sure Harry was just upset about something, and he had gone to Grimmauld in the morning to see him, but found the house empty. Both Harry, and Remus and the baby, were gone.

Draco shook him off. "I tried to send word to him, but got no response. He has been gone six years, where ever he is, he is obviously not missing me."

Lucius felt the pain his son was in, but he felt something was wrong. "You know perhaps you should contact him. There may have been some mistake."

Draco wasn't listening. "The only mistake was me believing I was ever good enough for him. He is the hero, I am the son of a death eater and a spy."

Lucius watched his son leave the room, and he knew something was wrong here, but not what. Even if the letter could have been faked, and there were plenty of people like Ginny and Albus who would have, the ring could not. He knew Harry, he had not left simply because of all the talk, he had loved Draco. He knew Harry knew he was pregnant when he left, and it was even more reason, he knew something was wrong about this all.

Lucius left the school but he knew he had to do something. "I will have to talk to Harry. There is more to this then meets the eye."

Author note: so the twins are Draco's. Caelum Remus was a clue, his name is that of a constellation, like Draco's name is. Of course a heart broken Harry says it is for Sirius, and for the other Blacks. Jamie Fabian was for his dad and the twins, but Fabian is also a Roman name, like Lucius and Severus for Draco.