Hey Nuggies! So here's the rewrite to 'What Could Have Been' and I can tell you know that this rewrite is going to be a little different that the original as I decided to do some things and not to do other things. It will still be SLASH and M!PREG along with the other warnings in the original that I'll post right under this little note for everyone to see. Anyways I hope that you all enjoy reading this and don't forget to fav, follow, and review!

Rating: M

Fic Warning: Slash, M!Preg, genderfluid, crossdressing, Daddy!Kink, and other warnings I'll add once I think of them.

Chapter Warning: None.

VERY IMPORTNANT NOTE AT THE BOTTOM! BE SURE TO READ IT AFTER READING THE CHAPTER!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Recap:
Hadrian nodded and placed his head on his Papa's shoulder. He could relax now that he was safe here with his family. He gripped his Papa's shirt in thought as he briefly wondered what would have happened if he was caught by them. He bit his lip and shuddered before mentally shaking his head as he didn't want to think about it anymore. He had no reason to. He was with his family. Safe.

Hadrian took as long as he could in the bath. He felt unclean with that man's magic on him. He may have not been hit with any spells, but he had been near him and his magic. He had scrubbed himself until his pearly pale skin turned red and slightly bruised. He spoke with Draco during his bath as his brother sat on the toilet beside the tub. His brother had even thought to grab a couple of games for them to play as he soaked.

Hadrian was reluctant to get out of the bath, but he did leave the cooling waters. He braided his hair while it was half dry and grabbed a pair of sleep pants and a sweater. Draco sat down on his bed as Hadrian walked over to the desk in the room where his journal lay. He bit his lip as he picked up a quill thinking of what he was going to say. Hadrian looked over at Draco, who dozed off with Chro and Gao, before looking back at the journal.

Tom?

Hadrian! Thank Salazar you're awake. How are you feeling?

Gross. I took a bath, but it still feels like his magic is still on me.

I'll be home soon. I can help with that. So can Severus and Lucius just ask them to hold you and weave some magic around you.

It'll help get the tainted feeling off, but I would wait until after you speak with the Aurors. They might be able to record the magic signature.

Okay.

"Hadrian! The Aurors are here!" came the yelling voice of his Tata from downstairs.

"Okay! I'll be down momentarily," he called back before going back to his journal.

I've got to go. The Aurors are here.

Alright love. Be careful and message me back when you can if I don't get home before hand.

Hadrian smiled as he got up from the desk. He closed the journal and placed the quill in its self cleaning stand before he turned to leave the room. He glanced over at Draco, who was still sleeping, before closing the door. Honestly his brother could sleep through anything.

He quickly but carefully made his way down the stairs wishing he had woken up Draco to go down with him. Just the thought that his Tata and Papa were downstairs comforted him just enough not to go back running to his room for Draco. He took several deep breaths as he made it to the bottom of the stairs.

Hadrian shuffled into the sitting room only to see two people in muted dark blue robes. The man of the two was standing behind his female partner with his skin darker than Blaise's and intense blue eyes while his female partner had bright blond hair, fair skin, and hazel eyes. In Hadrian's opinion the female looked less approachable than the man simply because her smile looked false to him.

"Hadrian? I'm Auror McCain and this is my partner Auror Halreem," came the gruff voice of the dark skinned man as said man looked his way. Hadrian nodded and greeted them back then was ushered to the seat by his Tata. He briefly wondered where his Papa was before he was being questioned on what happened.

"Do you know who attacked you?"

"I know two of them, but there were many there."

"Who were they?"

"Albus Dumbledore and his relative Abram*. I only know him is because of the newspapers."

"Do you know why Dumbledore and his men were in your home after you and your family?"

"No I don't. I've never met the man before."

"Did you recognize any of the spells they were shouting?"

"There were many and they were yelling over each other, but I heard Stupifies, Incendios, Sectumsempras, Accio, and the very last one I heard sounding like the k-k-killing c-curse."

"Killing curse?"

"Mhmm. Oh, and Thomas said you could maybe take a recording of magical signatures."

Hadrian looked slightly uncomfortable as he mentioned this. Auror McCain gave his partner a passing glance as he approached the small boy. He waved his wand after getting Severus' permission and took out a crystal like clear ball from his pocket as he waved his wand.

From Hadrian came tendrils of four different colors. One he recognized as his own. It was a beautiful silver color with flashes of blue, green, and gold within it. The second tendril was his Tata's comforting green with silver, gold, and blue while the third was his Papa's strong gold tendril with silver, green, and blue. Hadrian remembered only briefly that the blue flakes in the tendrils were Draco's tendril. The magic mixed together beautifully showing how close the family was and how tight the bond between each of them were.

The last tendril had Hadrian panicking. It was a sludge like black tendril. It looked as though it gooped and would slip through fingers like slime. Hadrian caught flashes of a dirty brown color before it was absorbed into the crystal turning the once clear ball into a nasty grotesque ball. His attention went from the ball to Auror Halreem when she cleared her throat.

"One last question for you Hadrian, if you saw some pictures can you identify any of the others that were there?"

"Maybe. I only got glimpses of them as I ran away, but I do remember that one of them had prosthetics and scars.

Hadrian watched as the Aurors shared a look between them before tell him that if he remembered anything else or had any concerns they could contact them. His Tata showed them out as Hadrian stayed on his seat sipping some tea a house elf brought by. He looked up when Severus entered the room once again.

"Tata? Where's Papa?" he asked as he set the tea down and snuggled into Severus' embrace once the older man sat down.

"He was called in by the Minister to look over somethings before the next Wizengamot meeting," Severus said as he looked down at his son, "Did Draco fall asleep?"

"Mhmm," Hadrian hummed as he nodded, "I didn't want to wake him since I knew you and Papa were down here, well at least you were Tata."
Severus let out a small chuckle just as the fireplace they were sitting in front of flared green. "Thomas!" Hadrian exclaimed as he jumped up off the couch to the man who just came out of the fireplace.

Thomas let out a soft grunt as he was assaulted by the small boy. "Hello little love," he said as he smiled and held onto him. Severus watched them before getting up. He had another son to get up before the little blond didn't want to sleep that night.

Thomas moved to sit down on the couch with Hadrian still clinging onto him like a monkey. He chuckled as the small boy moved to sit sideways on his lap and began to ramble about the meeting with the Aurors. He frowned at the parts where Hadrian told him of the magic tendrils and the description of the man with the prosthetics.

It wasn't until later on in the night when he suddenly remember why the description sounded familiar.

Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody.

Dumbledore's right hand man.

*Abram will become very important in the story. The first person that can guess how Abram came to be gets a one shot of their choice (You get to decided everything about it) and the next chapter dedicated to them!

Only one guess per person. You have until the next chapter is uploaded. Happy guessing!