Darkness

Written by StrawberryGirl87

Sequel to Memory. Something is coming, something dark and as the chosen one, Harry must stop it from becoming the next Dark Lord but something is happening to him that he can't explain and Draco just might hold all the answers. DRARRY, MPREG!

Chapter Eleven – The enemy

Lucius, Draco and Harry had gathered around the kitchen table, all of them tense. Malfoy senior had had to take some time to think to make sure that he gave Harry all the names he knew and explain how such bitter children had been born.

"It was three years before the great battle of Hogwarts," Lucius began, reckoning that he needed to start at the beginning. "The Dark Lord had less followers than he would have like, those that he did have were not as loyal as he would have liked. He wanted soldiers that knew only him as their master and no other. Powerful, pureblood wizards that he could mould into dark, evil, sadistic creatures not unlike himself and that is what he demanded of his deatheaters."

"He demanded you to have more children?" Harry asked, astounded by what he was hearing, Draco said nothing and Lucius only nodded.

"Only those of us who had not bore a pureblood heir already. Between the time when he decreed that his follows spawn him an army and just after the great battle a total of eight children were born."

"How did we not know about this?" Harry asked.

"They were born in secret and sent away, the Dark Lord had no patience for infants, he would have taken them back into the fold once they were old enough to wield magic if you hadn't have killed him."

"What happened to them?" Draco asked. Purebloods were all connected somehow, some of the children born would have been his kin in one way or another. He couldn't imagine the terrors that they had endured.

"They were raised in Germany away from the prying eyes of the Ministry and of the Order, raised in secret, taught about the old ways and of the great battle that killed their parents I presume. The plan was to educate them at Durmstrang so that they could learn the craft of dark magic quickly and efficiently."

"Who are we dealing with?" Harry asked, he needed to know because he would defend his family against them, he wanted to know who he was fighting.

"Avery, Dolohov, Greyback, MacNair and Rookwood had sons, Rowle, Gibbon and Lestrange had daughters. However from what you describe I believe that their leader will be Bellatrix's daughter."

"My aunt had a child?" Draco questioned, he could never see his mother's sister as the kind of woman who would willingly bare a child.

"Yes and it was rumoured to be fathered by the only man that she ever truly loved," Lucius said with a deadly serious tone to his voice, looking at Harry knowingly, waiting for him to connect all the dots.

"Voldemort" He said, tensing at the thought that Tom Riddle had had a child. It explained so much to him. His scar had been hurting again, the nightmares had returned and it was because of this child. She had the power to take over procession of another's body just like her father had. "That's why she killed Molly, out of revenge for killing her mother."

"I could presume so, yes," Lucius said.

"We have to go and tell the others," Harry said resigning himself to the fact that he would be the one to bare the bad news to his family. They would all want to fight and he couldn't stop them this time. He would lead them into battle as he had the last time and he would take out the problem before it got any worse. He wouldn't see anyone else he loved die.

HPDM

James was to remain in St Mungos for the time being, his physical wounds had healed but he had been traumatized by what he had seen and the healers wanted to make sure that he was stable before they released him. James was the only member of the Weasley family aside from Charlie who wasn't present in the great hall when Harry and Draco arrived.

Ginny sat with Albus on one side of her, Lily on the other, Hermione and Ron sat with Rose and Hugo. George and Angelia with Fred and Roxanne, Bill and Fleur with Victoire, Dominque and Louis and finally Percy sat with Audrey and his children Molly and Lucy. A total of twenty Weasley's now looked to harry for answers, all of them with red eyes from weeping, distraught and grieving.

"We know who the enemy is," Harry said without sugar coating it all, he was too filled with anger to be nice about it. "Deatheaters that were spawning an army on Voldemort's orders had a total of eight children before they died at our hands in the great battle. From what we have gathered their leader is the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange and Voldemort himself. They want revenge for what we did. I think we know what has to be done."

"You want to kill them all." Hermione stated plainly and Harry nodded solemnly.

"We fought too hard and lost too much to let them ruin it for us and our children. They want us dead for what we did and they won't stop until we are. My son is in hospital, Molly and Arthur are dead, I don't see that we have a choice."

"Then we kill them," Ron said with a vicious determination, standing up to show his support of Harry.

George too got to his feet, wand drawn, "We fight."

Bill and Percy were the next to stand up and show their support. "How can this be the answer," Hermione said, looking to Ginny to support her but she only clutched her two children tightly to her. "And even if this is the only answer, why does it have to be us, we should leave it to the Ministry and other Auror's that aren't personally involved."

"This is unfinished business, this is a part of Voldemort that's left, polluting this world, I'm not going to rest until she's gone and all our children are safe. If you don't want to fight then fine, I can understand that, stay and take care of the children, they're targets just as much as we are. Anyone who wants to come with me then we leave at dawn."

"No," Draco said taking Harry's hand and pulling him to one side. He didn't want to cause a scene in front of the others. They all must have known, it had been all over the papers today and yet they were still willing to stand behind him and watch him go off into battle. Draco however couldn't just stand by and let him while he was carrying his child.

"What is it Draco?" Harry asked.

"You can't go," He said pleadingly, "Please."

"I have to, this is what I'm meant to do. I have to finish what was started."

"Have you really forgotten?"

"Forgotten what?"

"Our baby," Draco said in disbelief, placing his hand over Harry's defined abdomen where the small life was growing within him.

"I can't die, we'll be fine."

"You can't die through unforgivable curses but you aren't invincible Harry, I saw what they did to the Weasley's. You wouldn't survive that."

"I'll be okay, we both will, me and the baby. I have to do this. Can you understand that?" Harry asked looking at his lover imploringly, wishing that he could make him see how much he needed to do this. He wanted to make sure that the world their baby was being brought into was safe.

"I can't understand why you would out yourself and the baby directly in harms way, your friends would understand why you didn't want to fight. Please don't do this," Draco pleaded and it brought tears to Harry's eyes to see his desperation but he couldn't give the man he loved what he wanted.

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered, "If I could sit this out then I would but I can't do it and live with myself afterwards."

"Then I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure you survive this, whatever it takes," He said with a new found determination before turning on his heel and stalking out of the great hall. Harry watched him go with a sadness, placing a hand over his belly wishing that it could have been different, wishing that he could have given Draco exactly what he wanted but there was no way.