A/N: Sorry for the long wait, dearies. Also, I feel like I have to stress this again that this story contains MPREG. If you don't like it . . . well, I figure that's your personal business.
Chapter Twenty-One
Shade of gold
Harry waits for a week before sticking his nose into Remus' business. He knows from Greyback that Remus is alive and not a pile of shredded fur somewhere in the woods. But Tom's being a tight arse about letting Harry visit the colony. So Remus has to come to Harry. Or rather Fenrir has to escort Lupin to Harry because he is might still do a runner.
Harry has tea and scones waiting as Fenrir pushes Remus into the room with a light shove to his back. He grunts something and disappears.
Harry is in a good mood and says, "You look lively, all things considered."
Remus takes a seat and smiles. "Well, I survived my first full moon without a potion."
"How was it? Or is that too rude of me?" Harry sits down and serves them both tea.
"No, it's fine. I haven't been asked before, but I think the short answer is that it was different. Unexpected. Frankly, I was scared witless. But once I actually allowed Moony to take over . . . it felt very different from what I have known before. It didn't hurt me as much and I remember it happening."
Harry is pleased to hear it. "You just had to trust yourself, Remus."
"I . . . yeah, I think that trust was always missing. I feel like Moony and I reached some sort of truce for now. I'm not fully there yet; just accepting the circumstances and trying to make the best of it."
"That's good thought, isn't it? You are making progress. So that is a good thing."
Remus sips his tea, nodding. They sit in silence for a moment, but Remus speaks up, "Queenie told me that you had some books sent over for the children in Greyback's pack."
Harry nods and says, "I want those kids to have an education. I want them to have things other children have. It shouldn't matter that they're werewolves. All children deserve a childhood. Fred and George delivered some toys and games as well, and of course they added some of their own creations to the lot."
Remus smirks, "Oh, I know. Greyback is pretty mad."
"As if the twins give a shit," Harry hums with a smile. "The kids deserve a bit of fun."
"If it's all right with you, I would like to teach them. I'm bored out of my mind and I don't like sitting on my arse all day."
"I was actually going to ask you to do it, but you just saved me the trouble. Ideally, I would like the children to learn the same things Hogwarts teaches, but I'll leave that up to you, Remus. Just help them understand our world a bit better. As I understand, all of them are magical."
"The youngest is a Squib, but he also a part of magical society. He will learn everything in theory."
Harry nods. He changes the subject and asks with a poorly hidden smirk, "So . . . how do you feel about Siri's news. I didn't get to see your reaction. I bet it was hilarious."
Remus still thinks it's completely absurd but he is happy for Sirius. It's not like he has to marry Malfoy, so he has no business complaining about it. It doesn't concern him.
"Siri's really happy with Lucius." Harry goes on saying, "I mean, I don't expect you to understand, but if you take into account what he has been through over the years, I think you can at least be glad that he's no longer alone."
"I am happy for him, truly. We are not best mates anymore, but it is important to me that he has a chance to settle down with someone. He is not someone who should be alone. The fact that it's Malfoy—well, I reckon that's Sirius' private business. I am not overly fond of the man myself, but I'm not the one marrying him, so . . ."
Harry says, "They fit. You wouldn't think that at first, but they are pretty perfect for each other. Siri is hot-headed, loud and a bit unstable. Lucius is more level-headed and composed, so he's a calming presence for Siri, but he's a bit vain and Siri's always moaning about how high-maintenance he is and how much time it takes him to get ready for something. Mostly he just complains about not being allowed to use the bathroom when Lucius is in there moisturising or something."
Remus snorts to himself.
"Siri isn't very good with personal space, I think." Harry takes a sip of his cooling tea.
"He's always been like that, even when we were students and sharing a dorm."
"Has anyone told you about Hogwarts? I mean Tom's plans for it?"
Remus shakes his head and Harry proceeds to tell him everything he knows of the plans. A few hours later, Greyback appears in the doorway, looking sour and pretty much orders Remus to come along. There is a nasty reply on the tip of Lupin's tongue, but he lets it rest for now; he wants it to gather some flavour before he lets the other werewolf know what he thinks. He's not a bloody child.
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A while later . . .
Narcissa, sitting in her preferred armchair with a book and a cup of tea, looks over at the three elves fidgeting before her. She places the book aside and waves her hand for them to speak. It is a bit alarming to suddenly find so many house-elves eager for her attention, all of them looking nervous and clutching the edges of their pristine black uniforms. Even though Narcissa is no longer a Malfoy, she is still trusted by the elves and they don't consider it a betrayal to share their concerns with her.
Tilly, the head of the little gang, steps forward. She looks anxious but determined. "Mistress Narcissa, Tilly not mean to be rude but there be something important."
"What exactly is this something?" Narcissa raises a sculpted brow.
Another elf pushes Tilly aside and looks at her with a pointed expression. She whispers furiously, "Not our business!"
Tilly, defiant and anxious, pushes the other elf behind her. She looks up at the witch and says, "Master Lucius be feeling ill. All the elves be very worried. He does not eat, feels sick all the time. Master not come out of bed."
The third elf makes a noise and shoves her way up front. She's the oldest of them and says, "Mistress Narcissa, forgive Wilky for forgetting her place, but Master Lucius is having a little one."
Narcissa splutters into her tea and her eyes widen. It is no secret that elves can sense such things. Her pregnancy had been first discovered by an elf as well. Furthermore, elves never lie to their family. They may hide information but never outright lie.
"Wilky cans feel the little one," the elf nods eagerly and shares a small smile with the others. All elves like children and are very happy about the news. "The little one is making Master Lucius feel so unwell. But he not know about it yet . . . Wilky not think he does."
Narcissa cannot even find the proper words. She tells the elves. "Do not inform your Master of this. Not yet. I will handle the situation myself. I will prepare Master Lucius for such significant news. Tend to his every need without causing suspicion."
"Yes, Mistress."
As the reassured elves pop out of the room, Narcissa sags into her seat and tries to make sense of the news. It takes her a few moments to compose her thoughts and she lets out an indignant noise and covers her mouth with her hand. The thought is startling and just a tiny bit amusing. Her cousin's child carried by her ex-husband. It's positively side-splitting. First, she will have to speak to Lucius.
Of course, it fills her with happiness. Oh, how she loves the idea of a baby. She will spoil it and protect it with her entire being. Setting her cup aside, she stands and decides to check on her dear friend. A few moments later, Narcissa knocks on the door but hears no reply. She pushes down the handle and slips inside. The bedroom is dark and silent. She sees the wizard huddled under the covers like a small child. The sudden signs of weariness she has observed in the man now all make sense. She recalls her own discomforts during her pregnancy—the fatigue and light-headedness, the discomforts of queasiness and headaches. She certainly doesn't envy Lucius.
The woman sits on the edge of the bed and strokes her hand down the wizard's arm. "Lucius dear."
The blond shifts and lets out an annoyed sigh. "What can I do for you, Cissy?"
"The elves tell me that you are not feeling well."
"Tattling pests," the man mutters to himself. He waits a moment and inquires with a sigh, "What of it?"
Narcissa clucks her tongue. "Do not snipe at me, Lucius. I am only trying to provide assistance."
"I do not wish to sound rude, Cissy, but I would prefer to have a nap right now. Without you."
"Oh, pish-posh." Narcissa looks over at the window and wandlessly spells the drapes open to let some light inside. She also flicks the window open to let some fresh air into the stifling room. "I will have the elves prepare you some tea." She doesn't expect Lucius to agree with her and snaps her fingers. The elf who pops into the room is wide-eyed and overly excited. "Prepare some tea for Master Lucius."
The elf nods. "Yes, tea is very good for Master. Tilly will make peppermint tea for Master right away."
Narcissa understands the obvious eagerness but still motions the elf to go away without blurting out any details.
"I don't want tea. I want to be left alone."
Narcissa sits down on the bed once more and pats the wizard's leg under the blanket. "Luce, ill-mannered is not a word I would use when you are concerned. You are feeling unwell, so I will forgive you for it."
"Cissy," Lucius hauls himself upright, although it makes him feel sick again. "When one is feeling unwell, they tend to want peace and quiet."
Narcissa has spent around two months in the company of a very worried wizard who is close to tearing his hair out because the man he loves keeps having strange episodes of dizziness and odd bouts of nausea. Now she knows the cause. Or she thinks she knows, for she cannot be certain yet. However, she feels like it is not entirely her place to just blurt it out.
"I really think you ought to see a Healer. These dizzy spells cannot be anything good, Lucius."
Silently seething, Lucius remains quiet. Narcissa is a notoriously nosey witch and will not stop until she has what she wants. "Cissy, leave me be. Please."
"Sirius is close to the brink of madness. He worries, you know. He feels helpless and hurt because you will not see a Healer about these strange symptoms. He fears that it is something serious. I know you have been hiding it from him as well, fooling him into thinking that it is not as severe as it actually is."
Of course, Lucius has not ignored it. But he, too, is afraid. After having his magic almost depleted, these unpleasant episodes of weakness and magical instability seem like constant occurrences. For a wizard, magic is sacred, powerful, life-giving. He can't abide the thought of losing it. But he has trouble with it—has been having trouble with it since he arrived home from 's months ago. It feels like he's being drained.
"A Healer will—" Narcissa starts to say, but Lucius doesn't want to hear it.
"A Healer will tell me that my magical core has been damaged beyond repair; that I will be a Squib by the end of next month. I can't even manage the most common of spells. It's fading, I can feel it."
Narcissa is slightly taken aback. Firstly, because she has never seen such distress and misery flash across the man's face. Secondly, because Lucius is an intelligent wizard. Unless . . .
Unless he didn't actually take the pregnancy potion deliberately. If that is the case, he will likely be shocked unconscious by the news. Then again, one doesn't take such a potion for a lark or by accident. Severus makes all the potions they use and he would never give anyone an unfamiliar potion.
"Lucius, darling . . . one doesn't simply lose their magic without a very specific reason."
"A magical core can be damaged by the excessive use of magic."
"This is true, but you have not used an excessive amount of magic of late, have you? Besides, core damage does not occur over two month's time. It happens in an instant." Narcissa explains with a small smile. She can understand the man's fear, but seeing him so worried pulls at her heart and she cannot let him think that he's about to become a Squib. "Lucius, you are not losing your magic."
"Just dying then," the man groans wretchedly.
Narcissa actually laughs. Wizards can be very dramatic at times. "Oh, darling, you amuse me to no end." The witch looks positively gleeful and says, "You are not losing your magic and you are certainly not dying. In fact, you are far from it."
"Are you a clairvoyant now as well as my mother?" Lucius sneers and takes the cup from the tray. He feels like having some warm tea. It always makes him feel better.
"No, but I am a woman." Narcissa tries to hide her amusement. "And you, my lovely man, are pregnant."
Lucius chokes on his drink, spluttering like a small child would upon inhaling tea. He looks perfectly stupefied, but also very much confused.
"Cissy, you do not have a talent for comedy." There is a moment of stillness and unsettling quiet, and then Lucius starts laughing. He seems genuinely amused by the witch's words. But soon enough the amused expression on the man's face wanes. Actually, it sours quite a bit and fear enters his eyes when Narcissa's expression remains the same. She even glares at him rather pointedly.
"I do not joke, Lucius. Wilky confirmed it. Elves can sense such things early on. They came to me and told me because you feel ill and they are worried."
"The blasted elf is mistaken." Lucius seethes.
Narcissa comments. "They do not lie, Lucius. The simple truth is that you are going to be a father again. Or rather a mother for the first time."
Nearing a panic-stricken state, Lucius lets the cup clatter back on the tray. "Cissy, I cannot be . . . I have not taken the potion. You know that wizards cannot conceive without it and I am not an exception."
"I know this, Lucius. But I also know that house elves do not lie to the family they serve. You are displaying the correct symptoms as well. The reason why your magic is so unstable is because it is mostly channelled into the magical womb and the survival of your child. You know that wizards depend solely on their magic when it comes to sustaining a healthy pregnancy."
"I didn't take the fucking potion." Lucius hisses. Now he's panicking and he's in denial and ready to scream.
Narcissa has an excellent memory and she can connect the dots. "I suspect that you did take a potion you believed to be a pain remedy. Severus does not slip up. It simply does not happen. But when he made you your special potions, he was working on a million other things and I believe that there was an unfortunate mix-up with the orders. You do remember what happened with one of the potions you consumed? You felt sick after and you had terrible nausea and very odd stomach cramps. You must have taken the potion that morning and it worked accordingly. Stomach cramps and queasiness are both signs of the potion creating a magical womb. I believe Sirius did the rest."
Lucius remembers the potion having a different taste but he had not considered it to be important. Severus is, after all, an excellent brewer. But he had experienced unpleasant cramps that men usually never have. Of course, it does all fit. And to top it all off, Sirius had fucked him nice and proper that night. "But . . . I can't be." There is a desperate sort of hope in his chest that maybe he's actually dying and not pregnant at all.
"You are carrying a child, Lucius. A child you created with Sirius." Narcissa smiles softly. She can see that Lucius is upset and confused and in complete disbelief, but she is certain that he will be able to see that it is a blessing. "Do you wish to see a Healer now?"
Lucius gives a numb nod. He stares down, eyes filled with apprehension but also wonder. A child that's his and Sirius'; the idea of it is startling and so very frightening. But it doesn't grip him with paralysing terror. In fact, it fills him with a strange and sudden spike of warmth that spreads through him; like a full-body blush. The core of it reaches out and travels around, but the most prominent feeling is affection. It bubbles like a secret thought.
"You know Sirius will be over the moon," Narcissa assures the man. "He loves you. His eyes gleam with it when he looks at you, and he will love this child just as much."
Lucius doesn't doubt it. Sirius would be a dedicated and affectionate father. But still the thought of having a baby is daunting. They have not talked about the possibility of children. Yes, there is a very lovely and stunning ring on his finger that signifies Sirius' commitment and his wish to bind their lives into one, but a child is a rather massive step. They are not even married yet.
"Do not worry. I will send for a Healer specialising in this field; I know just the witch for the job. You just relax and try to calm yourself. Stress and volatile emotions are not good for the baby.
"Cissy—" Lucius calls out for her when she's about to leave. "Don't tell Sirius. I—I'll tell him, but not right now. I need to process all this."
The witch understands. Lucius is terrified and that rarely happens. He fears everything about it; the actual pregnancy, being able to cope with it, telling Sirius. She gives a nod and goes to find a competent elf who can be sent to fetch the Healer.
The wizard settles back on the bed and sags into the pillows. He is still as scared but there is a comforting edge to his emotions. A reassuring wave of warmth and peace spreads out from the inside. The feeling of affection pulses in his chest without any underlying thought or demand; it just is. Uncomplicated and light as a feather, as if magical energy could take the form a lullaby.
The Healer Narcissa manages to locate is an older witch, with an almost stern look about her. That of course has nothing to do with her patients or her mood; she simply has sterns facial features. In truth, she quite enjoys her work.
"Healer Mayweather," Narcissa addresses the woman with a smile as she enters the parlour.
Healer Maisie Mayweather is an older woman but she is skilful; she is one of the few Healers in the country who has dedicated herself to working with wizards instead of expecting witches. She is, in fact, a true pioneer in the field, having made adjustments to the pregnancy potion and worked with many renowned specialists around the world.
Mayweather is also known for being a candid woman. There isn't a dilly-dallying bone in her body. "I believe you have a patient waiting for me, Mrs Malfoy."
Narcissa tilts her head in amusement. "I am once again a Black by name; Mister Malfoy and I are divorced."
"My apologies." The witch gives an awkward smile. She doesn't follow gossip all that much.
"No apology is needed, Healer Mayweather. Please, I'll take you to your patient." Narcissa says but stops before they can go upstairs. "You come highly recommended, Healer Mayweather. Please do not be offended but I must ask your utmost discretion. This is a very delicate matter."
For a moment, Maisie feels a surge of something unpleasant. "Discretion is the foundation of any patient-healer relationship."
"I am aware of the meaning of patient-healer secrecy bindings, but at the current moment, it is imperative that nothing leaves the safety of this manor."
Now the Healer is intrigued as well. "Let us get right to it then, Ms Black."
Narcissa takes the witch upstairs and knocks on the door. She hopes that Lucius is still in his bedroom. After all, a number of hours have passed and he may be having a meltdown somewhere, but thankfully, Lucius is still rather overwhelmed by everything and hasn't moved. He's still tucked away under a coverlet, pillows propping him up. It is fortunate that Sirius is away from the manor for the time being, having agreed to accompany Luna to Knockturn Alley.
Healer Mayweather is a professional and she doesn't even bat an eye when she is guided into a spacious bedroom and she sees her patient. Of course, she knows the Malfoy family. She's not that ignorant, even if she hasn't heard of the Malfoys divorcing.
"Lucius, this is Healer Mayweather." Narcissa makes the introduction and ignores the scowl she gets for her troubles. Then she turns to the other woman. "He may be a bit skittish but that is understandable because he just found out. The pregnancy potion was not intentionally used; I suspect a simple mistake was made by the brewer who supplies us with all the needed potions."
"Cissy dear," Lucius gives the witch a mighty glare, "there is no need to divulge everything."
"As far as we know, the potion was ingested two months ago. He has been experiencing faintness and nausea, as well as unusual weariness. But again, we are not completely sure." Narcissa ignores the wizard's tetchy expression and tells the Healer what she needs to know.
The Healer nods. "Wizards feel such symptoms more acutely because it puts a rather large strain on their magical core. Magic can sometimes heighten everything, including some of the more unpleasant sensations, such as fatigue, light-headedness and headaches . . . all sorts of aches and pains really."
"Perhaps I should leave so that you ladies can discuss my private business in further detail?" Lucius asks impatiently.
"Hormonal imbalance is also very common, even more so for some wizards," Healer Mayweather comments with a hidden smile. "All right, I would first like to check your general health—blood pressure and a blood sample to detect any sort of vitamin deficiency—and then I will concentrate on the rest."
Narcissa smiles and says, "Wonderful. I shall leave you to your examination then. I'll have some more tea brought up."
Lucius only allows the witch to poke and prod away at him because she seems proficient and has yet to give him some sort of silly smile. She's not gushing about cute babies either. In fact, she looks to be an older witch, perhaps in her sixties, and Lucius likes that she's not some young chit fresh out of a training course.
She diligently measures his blood pressure and deems it a bit high but she's not overly worried. Then she collects a phial of his blood and carefully labels it before sticking it into her Healer's case—something Severus should have done before giving him a fucking pregnancy potion. Lucius realises that it is likely an accident and Severus himself has no idea, but he's still annoyed. He's going to look terrible in his own wedding and that also means ordering different robes than what he has in mind and possibly bringing the wedding forward a bit because there will be pictures and he really can't look like he's swallowed a small planet. It will completely ruin him. He remembers Narcissa, ordering the elves to deliver all sorts of fatty foods to her somewhere around four in the morning—every morning.
Healer Mayweather gives the man a piercing look, orders him to lie down and then proceeds with the examination. Her wand swishes and flicks while a hovering quill jots everything down into her journal. She seems completely engrosses and hums every now and then between different spells.
It's slightly unnerving for Lucius but the witch seems like someone who wouldn't mind giving her patients a thorough trashing. The ten minutes of silence ends when Mayweather tucks her wand back into her Healer's bag and pushes her glasses up her nose a bit. "The magical womb has formed perfectly. I can detect no deformities and the flow of magic is steady and abundant. A combination of a first-rate potion and a very potent magical core. Sometimes weaker cores combined with the potion produce defective wombs but this is definitely not the case with you."
"And you are certain that I am—" Lucius snaps his mouth shut. He can't even say the word 'pregnant' yet. Mostly because he's in shock. It is, after all, most unexpected.
"Yes, absolutely, pet. Eight weeks along." Mayweather smiles because it is rare to see such gobsmacked faces when dealing with expecting wizards. Almost all of them are prepared for the news, for it is always planned and there can't really be any shock if one considers the deliberation that goes into the decision to procreate. This, however, is completely unintentional and this wizard has had no time to get used to the idea or even consent to it. She feels that she has to inform her new patient of his options. "Strictly speaking, termination is not encouraged but there are mitigating circumstances for both wizards and witches. Health risks outweigh any Ministry policies regarding such matters and forceful conception—"
Lucius shakes his head, feeling slightly ill. "Madam, I assure you that I was not tricked into anything and I was most certainly not forced. Having an oblivious idiot for a Potion Master is not exactly a mitigating circumstance," says the man. "And in any case, I have no wish to terminate anything. While unexpected, this child will have loving parents."
"Good," Maisie says and the matter is closed, never to be revisited again. "The magic flows as it should, as I said before. The womb is very much like a natural one, only it is sustained by your magic and that requires quite a lot of magical energy. This will slow down after the first trimester and the instability of your core will settle down into its normal patterns. The first three months will be the most taxing period, magically speaking, and it is recommended to limit your use of magic. I personally advise to abstain altogether to ensure a period of healthy development for the child."
'No magic' sounds a lot like 'welcome to hell' to Lucius, but it's not like he has been casting any complex spells recently. Another month does not sound all that terrible. "What sort of restrictions does this entail?"
"No smoking—this means no wizard tobacco or those nasty Muggle cigarettes. No alcohol, no strenuous activities like running or heavy lifting, and definitely no dieting. Everything that you put into your body affects your child, so no raw meats or fish. In fact, raw foods should be avoided altogether, unless it is fruits and vegetables. No caffeinated drinks—that means coffee, green tea, Muggle fizzy drinks. But do not worry, pet, I will give you a list of limitations and acceptable activities and foods."
There is a knock on the door. Narcissa steps inside. "Sirius is due to return soon."
An anxious look enters the blond's eyes and he wishes he could shove the Healer into a closet and hide her because he is not ready to tell Sirius about the baby. He needs more time to fully come to terms with it and to feel comfortable with the idea. It is too early for involving Sirius—this is something he wants to experience by himself for a little while.
"Is something the matter?" Mayweather quirks her brow.
"No." Lucius sighs. "I merely want to keep this to myself for a bit to get used to the situation."
Healer Mayweather nods. "I will need to check you over regularly for the next ten weeks; after that it will be twice a month. When you are ready, we will discuss things in detail." She stands and gathers her bag. "I will send you all the necessary books and make a list of restrictions. Once I have examined your blood sample, I will send over the correct nutrition potions and supplements that you will need to stay healthy. I expect you to take them."
It is definitely a strange moment for the wizard. The Healer gives him a stern look; it is almost burning. She takes good care of her patients and she is not above implementing strict rules to make them obey.
Narcissa accompanies her downstairs and as they reach the Floo, the younger witch says, "Thank you for coming on such short notice, Healer Mayweather. You'll not have an easy time with him but I am sure you can handle it."
"I've been doing this close to thirty years and I have yet to encounter a patient I cannot wrangle into compliance. It takes a particular touch." The witch smirks to herself. "Now, I must be off. You can expect a delivery from me in a few days time. If there are any problems, contact me immediately. Purely magical pregnancies are delicate and require close monitoring."
Narcissa offer the witch a firm nod and sends the Healer on her way. It is a close call, for Sirius Apparates into the parlour a moment later and the wizard shakes off his robe. There is a heavy dusting of snow covering his shoulders and fur lapels. It is the beginning of March but it is still awfully cold.
"How was your outing with Luna?" Narcissa asks, conjuring a smile on her face.
Sirius looks properly pissed. "Parts of my body are ready to fall off. I can't even feel my face."
"There are charms for this, Sirius."
"Bloody forgot, didn't I . . ." Sirius mutters. Narcissa takes pity on the man and casts a wandless heating charm that swathes Sirius in a warm embrace. He lets out a pleased sigh. "Where's Luce?"
"Having a rest. You will not disturb him, Cousin." Narcissa warns. "And you will not worry either. I have everything under control."
Sirius doesn't feel like it's under control and says, "I'm dragging that uppity bastard to a Healer even if it costs me my bollocks. I can't stand to see him so sick all the time. He says it fine and that it's nothing, but I'm not a blithering idiot. I can bloody well hear him retching in the bathroom."
Narcissa takes a firm hold of the man's shoulders and says again, "I have everything under control, Sirius."
"I can't lose him." Sirius gives a pained reply. "I can't."
"And you won't. Have a little faith in your cousin Cissy. Now, how about a hot drink to warm your blood?"
There isn't anything else to say and Sirius offers the witch a small nod. He's in a constant state of worry. The past two months have been filled with it and he feels like he's losing the man he loves.
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Lucius spends the rest of the day alone and deep in thought. Usually when one is alone with their thoughts there is a chance that they might be overwhelmed by them, but Lucius doesn't feel like he's alone. Not anymore at least.
He has a wonderful son. Draco has grown into a strong-minded and capable wizard and Lucius is immensely proud of him. Seeing one's child grow and mature from a curious child to an accomplished young adult is something that fills any parent with gratitude and joy.
Draco had been a demanding baby; a true attention-seeker from an early age. They could not leave him alone for even a moment, for the whole manor would then shake with his angry screams and pitiable blubbering. A clingy child who had needed a lot of comfort and close contact as a toddler. After a few years, he had turned into a nosy and curious child getting into everything and running around like an unstoppable whirlwind. Now he's a young man, ready to carry the responsibility and high expectations that come with the Malfoy name.
And Lucius would not mind doing it again. It is intimidating for him because this time he has to do all the heavy lifting—both literally and symbolically. It is an experience that he can't compare to anything but it is already happening and he can't back out. He knows that he will forever regret it should he terminate the child. The thought alone sickens him. He could never find enough brutality in himself in order to do it. It is such an easy thought, and yet utterly defeating. Deep down, he knows that he has already chosen to have this child.
When the door opens, Lucius expects Sirius to come bounding in, but it's Luna. The young witch moves into the room and sits on the bed without saying a word.
Of course, Lucius finds it incredibly odd. Luna is a lovely girl; a bit peculiar, but she fits into their family rather nicely. They all consider her part of it already and she is very comfortable with them as well.
"Oh, you poor thing," Luna mutters to herself. "You need to eat something, Lucius."
The thought of food makes him ill all over again. But the girl is once again being cryptic. Lucius suspects that Narcissa might have told her about his predicament, never mind his feelings on the matter.
Luna only smiles and hums. She feels a rush of emotions radiating from the man—worry, elation, a bit of fear. But it all washes over her as she feels something entirely different. It is like a soft wave of affection; a trill of untainted energy. Soft yet so very vicious. Luna closes her eyes and blurts out, "What a magnificent thing you are, dove. Warm and giving, nothing at all like your mother—but wild, too."
"How do you know that? How—" Lucius asks with an alarmed intake of breath. He looks completely baffled.
"My mother had a strange gift, you see. She could feel the magic all around her. Like a stream of air, like wind chuckling. She would touch it with her fingertips, creating tiny waves in a big ocean."
"I remember Pandora; she was always walking somewhere above the clouds," Lucius recalls the girl's mother; a witch of unusual talents and ethereal beauty.
"I'm a bit like her, you see. I am in tune with the magic around me, but I also feel currents of emotion; like a flowing river," Luna explains. "Your magic is very bright; sharp and cold and remote like a star. Sirius' magic is like a smouldering flame, like amber; purposeful but also very pliable. I can feel a new magic forming, a combination of you and Sirius. I have not felt it before, but perhaps you are now more connected to it."
Lucius looks at her and sees her in a different light. He says with marvel. "You are exceptionally unusual, Miss Lovegood. And I do mean that as a compliment."
Luna has little reservations. She would pet a dragon just as she would pet a cat. She would stick her hand into a dark hole and cradle a viper. She takes Lucius' hand and places it over his stomach and asks, "Would you like to feel her?"
The wizard is too startled by Luna's statement to agree. He is sure that he has heard correctly. "How do you know it is a girl? It is too early to tell."
"Because I can feel her magic. I just know," Luna replies with a small smile. She brings her hand closer and leaves it hovering over the wizard's middle just above the man's own hand. "The magic is soft but splendid. The palm of my hand tingles; it is like touching a kitten's fur. Her magic tickles; like a touch of a feather. Compared to you, she's like the sun—bountiful and golden. You're like the moon—distant and cold. But her magic weaves around your magic naturally, without timidity or reserve."
It makes Lucius feel a spread of warmth inside. The witch smiles brightly and places her hand against the wizard's hand without even asking. She hums a little, a pleased sound leaving her lips, and says, "Hello, dove."
Magic prickles around them as well as inside, but it is not insistent and makes no demands. It is rather like a lulling sensation.
Luna says, "She truly is magnificent; filled with endless joy and life. She is still very small, a cluster of magic, but already filled with so much adoration. Unrestricted affection and trust. Can you feel it?"
A small burst of magic extends from the wizard's midsection and travels around until a feeling of warm happiness enfolds his mind. It doesn't last long, a moment or two, but it leaves behind traces of contentment. Lucius is enthralled as he whispers, "Yes."
"When she gets stronger, you will be able to feel her more and without any assistance from me," Luna explains, her face bright and happy. But she does say with a more commanding tone. "You must let Sirius know as soon as possible. He can help balance your magic, for the child will drain much of it. Only you and Sirius are able to provide the compatible magic."
"And how is it that you know of such things?" Lucius just has to ask because she's a very young woman and has no idea what she's talking about because she has no children of her own.
Luna usually just smiles and gives a cryptic answer, but she isn't planning to be mysterious now. After all, she loves Draco very much and this child will be Draco's sister—as well her sister. She already considers the baby to be her family. "During my travels, my father and I have encountered many wonderful witches and wizards. I have discovered much about magic, as well as my unusual gift for sensing it. I am even able to sense emotions though a person's magic. Magic speaks to me; it sings under my touch and I experience the flow of it. I understand it."
If she is to become Draco's wife, the future Lady Malfoy, Lucius will not have anything other than warm words and praise ready for her. Of course, he did not think much of her at first but she is very hard to ignore and even harder to dislike. One cannot help but to admire her. Some of her ideas may be a bit implausible and some even downright bizarre, but there is something about the girl which gives her a sort of wisdom. It is uncanny but welcome.
"You ought to rest now." Luna stands. She can sense the man's tiredness and she can see it when she looks upon him.
"Thank you," Lucius is quick to say, "for showing me."
Luna stops by the door, a brilliant smile on her lips. "Take good care of your little dove, Lucius."
ooo
Sirius crawls into bed some time after midnight, careful not to bounce on the bed too much. There is a terrible feeling in his chest; it is as if his heart is encased in a steel trap. Nothing is wrong but everything feels wrong. He can't help himself; the strange emotions swirling around inside cause him a great deal of agony.
He slips his arm around Lucius, pulling him closer. The wizard makes a soft noise and turns into Sirius, his body pressed tightly against the wizard's.
Sirius isn't an idiot, although he is often accused of idiocy. He knows that something is happening with Lucius. He just doesn't have a clue as to what might be the cause of his illness. Not that Lucius himself admits to being ill. He likes to pretend that nothing is wrong.
Sirius drifts into an uneasy sleep. When he opens his eyes again, Lucius is missing from his side and it's already morning. It's quiet, but the fluttering curtains alert Sirius of the open balcony doors. He throws on a robe, sticks his feet into warm slippers and shuffles towards the open doors. It's surprisingly sunny outside and yesterday's sheen of snow has melted away. Sirius spots Lucius standing by the white marble balustrade. The man looks odd; deep in thought, with his eyes shut, hair spilling down his back. Tantalising but very unusual.
"Everything all right, love?"
Lucius hears but doesn't move or open his eyes. The sun is warm and Lucius enjoys it. Waking up, he had felt an incredible sense of tenderness swaddling him like a blanket. Then he had realised that it was something he had never experienced before. It was the unmistakable spark of life within him; his unborn child. The heavy weight of it had driven him outside, seeking some fresh air and a sense of calm. Heavy but in no way a burden. It was never about acknowledge the startling fact but rather about accepting it, embracing it, feeling it.
When Sirius slinks his arms around his lover, Lucius melts into the wizard's touch. Sirius definitely doesn't want to ruin the peaceful moment by asking stupid questions, so he stays silent. After a while, he sighs. "I think we should put a party tent right there by the blooming wisterias; have an outdoor wedding reception." Sirius muses, nosing the blond's neck.
"We are not paupers, Siri. A tent is what commoners use when they are having a party in the backyard."
"You're such a snob, Luce." Sirius laughs and then nips at the man's ear. "Let's just elope. I'll fuck you out in the open, on a beach somewhere warm. Under the stars."
Lucius pulls away to glare at the man. "Absolutely not."
"Relax . . . I'm only joking. I think I want a big fucking party with good music, lots of food and alcohol, friends and family. Even Snape. He'll be so uncomfortable the whole time. I can't wait to see it. I want Harry to be my best man." Sirius lets out a deep breath. "Gods, I can't believe I'm actually here and not dead somewhere in a ditch, and I'm marrying the most gorgeous, sexiest bloke in the whole bloody world. I must have done something really good to deserve all this."
The blond hums in response, allowing Sirius to wrap his arms around him. Lucius decides to talk to the wizard in a few days; he wishes to savour the secret a bit longer. Once the man finds out, he'll be insufferable. There is no harm in securing a few peaceful days for himself before letting Sirius know of his child.
ooo
Severus stalks into the dining room, face set in a puckered glower. He takes a seat, ignoring Narcissa's greeting. He is in no mood to talk.
"Darling, you look positively cantankerous. It is unbecoming."
Severus stabs his fork into an unsuspecting piece of sausage. He's mood is darker than the coffee in his special double-sized mug.
"You fouled another potion, didn't you? I'm terribly sorry."
"Me, foul a potion? Never in my life—" Severus snaps his mouth shut, thinning it into an angry line. He takes a deep breath. "I received a letter from St. Mungo's, and in this unbecoming letter, I was delicately told that one of my potions—a potion requested a few months back—did not seem to be correct. They claim that I have made a mistake."
Narcissa raises her brow. "Oh? That's horrible."
"As if I'm some first-year Gryffindor who can't tell his arse from a cauldron." Snape sneers and gulps down half of his bitter morning drink. He doesn't look any better after drinking it. "I can brew a pregnancy potion with my hands tied behind my back. And those idiots dare to send me a letter, telling me that it didn't work, that it was not effective! It is clear that some nitwit is responsible for some unfortunate mix-up. Apparently, the couple wishes to file a complaint against St. Mungo's for causing them unnecessary emotional distress. What sort of rubbish is that? Emotional distress . . . well, emotionally unstable wizards should not procreate in the first place. Idiots!"
Narcissa wants to laugh, desperately so, but she has to keep her face neutral. Perhaps a hint of understanding, some consideration. Maybe a bit of indignation on the man's behalf. Anything to keep her amusement hidden. She knows exactly what Severus is talking about, but it is not her place to say anything. "Indeed, darling. A very unfortunate incident."
"St. Mungo's wants me to brew another one—for free! Because they feel that I am to be blamed for this mess. As if I have nothing better to do than help moronic people reproduce."
"Perhaps it is time for you to end your working relationship with St. Mungo's? You have always wanted to start your own Apothecary; there is nothing stopping you now, Severus. The Dark Lord has secured his victory. You know longer have to spend so much of your time teaching."
Severus nods. "It was a dream of mine when I was younger and less jaded. However, brewing is more than just something I am good at; it is a passion of mine."
"Then it is settled. St. Mungo's does not deserve a Potion Master of your talent. Only the best can afford your potions. Why not take advantage of it?"
Severus does not get a chance to reply before they are joined by Luna and a moment later Lucius. Seeing no sign of Black, Snape relaxes a bit. It is a built-in mechanism; seeing Sirius Black will always make him tense up. The 'flight or fight' mentality will never disappear from a Slytherin's internal structure.
Luna smiles, greeting both Narcissa and Severus before taking a seat. She asks an elf to bring her grape juice and peppermint tea for Lucius. Snape raises a brow at that but since no one mentions the girl's oddness, he dismisses it. He needs to leave anyway, having left a potion simmering for an hour. He finishes his coffee and excuses himself from the breakfast table.
As the man disappears, Narcissa smiles. "How are you feeling today, Lucius?"
Lucius drinks a bit of tea and hums in delight. He is unsure how much enjoyment he is going to have during the next months, but he does love a cup of hot tea. "Content."
It is an answer that makes Narcissa's smile turn even fonder. She remembers her own pregnancy, and although it had not been purely magical, she had shared her magic with Draco. It is an elating feeling. She sees that same sort of elation developing in her friend. She also sees another type of development. Miss Lovegood is at times a very odd girl, but she's lovely and quite unique. It is hard not to like her. Draco is completely besotted; bringing the witch into their family is just a matter of making it official. She is already part of it. Narcissa notices the way Luna seems to fuss over Lucius and she is pleasantly shocked to see that Lucius allows it. It is entirely possible that the girl knows of the child.
Luna pours more tea into Lucius' cup and says, "In time, you will know her likes and dislikes, but tea is good for you."
"I might go insane otherwise," says the wizard.
Narcissa clears her throat. "Luna, dear—you know?"
"Oh, yes. It is very hard not to know, Cissy. Especially now that Lucius is conscious of it himself. It creates an incredibly strong bond between the two. His awareness and acceptance of her forms a connection that cannot be broken. It is the strongest of bonds known to us—a mother's love. It really is quite marvellous. Once she grows, Lucius will sense her needs and her moods."
The older woman does not feel the need to ask how Luna Lovegood knows all that. She's just knows and that itself is a perfectly valid point when Luna is involved. Of course, Luna's mother had been gifted with many abilities. It is likely that her child carries the same gifts. However, Narcissa's keen ears catch something far more interesting. "You believe that the child is a girl?"
"Yes. I sense it. Her magic speaks to me. I feel her contentment even now."
"Oh, how wonderful! A girl, Lucius—is that not delightful news? The Malfoy line is infamous for producing nothing but sons." Narcissa lets out an amused titter. "You and Sirius will manage, I'm sure."
Lucius scoffs. "If you are implying that I cannot handle raising a girl—"
"Darling, I imply nothing. I am merely pointing to the fact that it will not be the same as raising a boy."
"Yes, yes . . ." Lucius sneers behind his cup of tea, "It's tea-parties and frilly dresses and unicorns and flower crowns."
Narcissa smiles a bit too sweetly. "Yes, Lucius. You must get in touch with your inner witch."
"I beg your pardon!" Lucius splutters, his tea cup coming down with a brutal clink. He ignores Luna's attempt to hide her giggling, preferring to glare at Narcissa.
"No need to look so offended. This baby will not be like Draco, looking to you for fatherly advice. That will fall on Sirius. Your daughter has two fathers, but she will see a mother in you. It is quite different from what you shared with Draco, seeing as he did not share a bond with you as he did with me."
Luna pipes in, "It is an unique bond, unmatched by any other magical bond. Sparked from magic and blood, creating a link that cannot be severed."
It is all overwhelming the wizard and he feels slightly uncomfortable. Just because he has accepted it and the idea is growing on him, does not necessarily mean that everything has fully settled. A certain panic is beginning to set in. He stands and excuses himself, leaving without a word.
Seeing that Narcissa wants to go after the man, Luna shakes her head. "Let him be. Everything will fall into place; all in good time. At the moment, Lucius needs to be alone and clear his mind."
"You are correct, Luna," Narcissa sighs, sitting back down. "I will not badger him. This has unsettled him greatly and he must remain calm; the child will be affected by any unstable emotions."
ooo
About a week later, Sirius finally snaps. He has been suspicious for a while now, feeling that something is not right, and he knows that Lucius is aware of his suspicions. He's not a fucking idiot. Lucius is ill. Just how ill, Sirius doesn't know.
Narcissa keeps telling him that it's all fine. It's not bloody fine!
And another thing is the collection of potions in the bathroom. He's sure that Lucius probably forgot to hide them away, but he can't get it out of his head. He's freaking out.
So he snaps. Quite thoroughly, in fact.
It's barely light outside when he wakes up to noises coming from the bathroom. He has heard the noises before so he knows that Lucius is throwing up again. He casts a Tempus. It's a little over six in the morning. It's not like Lucius to be up so early in the morning—before the sun-up even.
It all boils over. The man he is about to marry—bond for life—is keeping secrets from him. Big secrets. Because being ill is something that one usually shares with their partner. Lucius hasn't said a word, and what's more, he's actually denying it. Poncy bastard.
Sirius throws the covers aside and stumbles out of bed. He's going to confront Lucius and get to the bottom of this. He rips the door open and finds the blond slumped over the toilet, his hair twisted around his hand as he holds it up. He's not puking anymore, just heaving. He does notice Sirius and it's entirely humiliating to be found like this, but he doesn't care. He waves towards the counter at the potion bottles.
Sirius whips his head around. "The brown one?"
Lucius nods and grabs it right out of the wizard's hands. The heaving stops a few moments later; he just takes a deep breath and wipes his lips.
"Right," Sirius mutters. "You're seeing a Healer. I don't want to hear one fucking word from you. Do you think I'm an idiot? Clearly, you do."
Lucius moves to the sink to wash out his mouth. He doesn't look at Sirius but says, voice hoarse, "I do not need to see a Healer."
"Yeah, you do! I can see that you're not feeling well. I can hear you puking your guts out. You're bloody lying to me, Lucius. Don't you fucking get it, you prat? I'm scared, all right. I'm afraid for you because I know something is going on. I know."
"Sirius—"
"No, don't you fucking dare, Luce. You're lying to me. I can't take it anymore." Sirius rages, his eyes going a bit wild. He knows he's yelling and possibly looks mad, but he's fucking done. "If you don't see a Healer right now, I'm fucking divorcing you before I even get to marry you. Do not test me, Luce. I will tie you to the bed and force you to deal with a hundred Healers—"
Lucius turns off the tap, places the glass down and turns to the man. Keeping secrets is taking a toll on him as well and he needs to calm the man down before he has a stroke. "Sirius, listen to me—"
The Animagus isn't in the mood and curls his hand around Lucius' arm, fully intending to pull him out of the bathroom. He is going to physically drag the wizard to 's.
"Sirius!" Lucius hisses. He's feeling like shite and all he wants is to go back to sleep. And Sirius is making it worse by jostling him around. "Let go of my arm."
Sirius drops it immediately. He's so close to the edge but Lucius is getting angry and he's too tired to fight. "Please . . . just tell me! I feel so helpless and scared. I want to have that bonding we talked about but I'm fucking terrified that I'm never going to have any of it because I don't know what's going on with you. Is it some magical illness? Something we can cure? Am I going to lose you? Fuck, I need to know."
Sirius looks miserable. Lucius blurts it out without any sort of thought. "I'm pregnant."
"I can't lose you, Luce—" Sirius stops, mouth snapping shut. "What?"
"I am not ill or dying." Lucius sighs. "I'm pregnant."
"What—"
Lucius frowns. "Expecting a child."
"Hang on, what—" Sirius stumbles a little, sitting his arse down on the bed. His brain is literally frozen. He can't think or speak. The word pregnant plays in a loop. Him—a father! It's making all the blood rush into his head.
Lucius feels worried. Sirius does look shades paler. "Siri?"
"Pregnant . . ." Sirius mutters, stating wide-eyed at Lucius. His future. Husband-to-be. Then he lowers his gaze. There is not much to see yet, but the thought itself is like nothing else. While his mind tries to catch up with everything, he just opens his mouth and closes it again. He knows he must look like a complete fool but he can't believe it. "There's a baby . . . you're pregnant?"
By now, Lucius is experiencing doubt. A lot of it. Sirius doesn't look very happy. Granted, he just looks stunned. A classic victim of petrifaction. But it comes rushing at him—this cold unease. This horrible dread.
Sirius gets most of his functions back and he starts to really process the news. They're having a baby. It fills him with pure bliss. It makes him so warm and happy. A huge smile breaks out on his face. He jumps up and falls to his knees before Lucius. His voice is full of awe. "You're pregnant . . . Luce."
"Nine weeks."
Sirius smiles a silly smile, nosing the blond's stomach. "We're having a baby! Shit . . . I—fucking hell, Luce! Our kid."
The tension eases out of Lucius and he relaxes. Sirius gets to his feet and wraps his arms around the wizard, pulling him close. He coaxes Lucius into a kiss. The thought sinks deeper and he smiles into the kiss, whispering against the blond's lips, "I love you, so much . . . want you."
Lucius gives Sirius a gentle shove and says, "Not now, Siri. We need to talk about this."
Sirius reluctantly releases the man but he pulls him towards the bed and waits until Lucius settles under the covers, before following him. "So all this . . .". Sirius waves his hand over Lucius. ". . . is just morning sickness?"
"Yes."
Sirius sits against the headboard and waits for Lucius to come closer. Like a hesitant cat, Lucius cuddles up to Sirius' side, allowing the man to drape his arm around him.
"Wait . . ." Sirius looks at the blond, eyes narrowing into slits. "Just how long have you known about this, Luce?"
"A week. I did not keep you in suspense for two months. I thought my magical core was damaged; I could not perform even the easiest of spells. I did not want to accept the fact that I might be left a Squib. So I decided to ignore it; just disregard everything and suffer in silence."
"You're a massive twat, Luce. You could have told me, you know. Instead you let me think that you were deathly sick. Wanker." Sirius mutters. "And you could have told me that you took the potion."
Lucius sneers. "I didn't take it."
Sirius snorts and says with a grin. "You're not a girl, Luce. I've checked. A lot." He makes a point in sliding his hand under the covers to check again.
But Lucius catches his wrists and twists it. "I'll rephrase. I did not take the potion knowingly," Lucius pauses for a moment and goes on, "I ingested the potion by accident. It is possible that Severus mixed up his potions. Cissy is sure of it; apparently, St. Mungo's had ordered one such potion from him. Overworked, he accidently switched my pain-relieving potion with the pregnancy potion."
Sirius lets out a small laugh. "Does that mean I have to send Snivelly a thank-you note? That's a first." The thought itself is hilarious. "So, Cissy knows?"
"The elves told her. They can sense such things."
"Fuck," Sirius mumbles to himself. "We're having a baby. This is really happening." He starts laughing and buries his face in his hands. He's overjoyed and dead scared. "But why'd you wait a whole week to tell me?" Sirius asks, suddenly curious.
Lucius wets his lips; a nervous gesture that betrays his discomfort.
"Lucius—did you think I wouldn't be happy about it?" Sirius hedges, facing the wizard.
"What part of pregnant don't you understand, you oaf?" Lucius hisses, his eyes fiercely burning. There is a panicky look on his face, so indignant and insecure at the same time. Sirius keeps staring at him like a wounded puppy and he can't deal with his anxieties on top of his own. "I needed a whole week just to come to terms with the fact that there is another human being growing inside of me! So forgive me for needing a fucking moment, Siri."
The Animagus just stares at the fuming wizard and a smile breaks free. He can't stop himself and lets the giddy smile widen.
"Stop looking so annoyingly smug." Lucius glares at the beaming idiot.
Sirius raises his hands in a placating manner and lies down. He edges closer, careful not to agitate the wizard, and slips an arm around him. He doesn't even want to talk; just stay in the pleasant haze that's swathing him at the moment. He's not the sort of man that worries all that much about his legacy or making sure his bloodline continues. He wants to know that he has done something that matters. Something pure and good; untainted by the sins of his past. Something he can look upon and say that it is his greatest accomplishment in this life. A child will be just that—a reason for him to try harder, to be the sort of person one can be proud of. He already has that with Harry but to be a father for real—he can't even explain the feelings that it evokes in him.
"I am happy, Luce, in case I didn't make it abundantly clear before. I figured I'd wait a few years before bringing up the subject of children. Enjoy being married to you first, you know. But this is like getting my presents all at once without having to wait for it." Sirius muses.
Lucius, with his agitation already dissipating, tells the wizard, "We have to move up the wedding."
"Whatever you decide, Luce. I'd marry you tomorrow, but you were the one who wanted a proper wedding."
"My first marriage was nothing more than a business deal between my father and Cygnus Black." Lucius reminds the man.
"I know," Sirius sighs."We're not marrying under a contract. We're getting bonded."
Lucius hums. Sirius sits up, a grin on his face.
"What?" the blond questions, noticing the dreamy look on Sirius' face.
"You're pregnant!"
"Yes, we already established that I am, in fact, carrying your child." Lucius dryly states.
Sirius nods. "Yeah, I know. But—bloody hell, it sort of takes a while to sink in, doesn't it? It's a lot to take in. We're having a kid—a real child that's yours and mine."
Lucius smiles; one of those brilliant, genuine smiles. "Luna believes the baby to be a girl. I am inclined to trust her on this." Sirius' gobsmacked expression is amusing and it looks like he's actually shocked. "Give me your hand, Siri."
Wordlessly, the wizard lets Lucius place his hand over the lower part of his abdomen. At first, Sirius feels nothing. But he spreads his fingers wide and waits. The palm of his hand is warm and starts to tingle a bit. Tiny licks of magic burst forth like needle pricks. It's not a strong sensation but overwhelming all the same.
Sirius mouths some words that seems a lot like curses. He is, in truth, gawking.
"Still sinking in?"
Sirius nods, snapping his mouth shut. He looks ready to say something but remains silent. A speechless Sirius is a rare treat. But the Animagus doesn't have the words to express his wonder. The man crawls on top of Lucius, mindful of their baby, and nips at the blond's lips to gain entrance, which Lucius grants him without much resistance. Sirius is eager to plunder the other's mouth, slipping his tongue inside, but he's too tired to properly show Lucius how much he wants him.
"Siri," Lucius hums between kisses, "I'm exhausted."
Sirius gets one last kiss from the man and smiles. "Sorry . . . got a bit carried away." Lucius doesn't berate him for it; he just waits for the man to settle down next to him. Sirius sees the sun rising behind the dark curtains. After a while, he sneaks his hand down the blond's body; gently pressing his palm over the spot his little one is growing. He can't wait to see visible proof of their child.
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The next day, Sirius soars above the clouds. He still can't believe it—he's getting married and they're having a child. He's going to have a busy year; a busy life actually.
Narcissa hugs him after breakfast, sharing his joy. The witch is glad to see that there is no more worry in Sirius' eyes; they are gleaming with contentment and clear bliss.
The Healer comes to check on Lucius six days later. Too tired to move, Lucius slouches on the chaise lounge in his study, looking through some papers the Dark Lord had given him about some project he is interested in. Sirius brings the Healer and ushers her inside.
Lucius is momentarily surprised to see Healer Mayweather but then he remembers that she was supposed to come for a check-up. It seems that he's already absent-minded; Narcissa had experienced a similar symptom during her pregnancy.
Sirius is like an overly excited child; he can't sit still, hands fidgeting in his lap. Frankly, he's annoying Lucius already, but it makes him happy to see Sirius so elated and full of life. The Healer goes through her routine—she checks Lucius' blood pressure and performs a series of magical scans. She checks the womb itself and the flow of magic. Everything is perfect and she also gives Lucius a clean bill of health.
"My only recommendation for you is to eat more. You are eating for two, Lucius."
It's a bit hard to keep food down, but it's not the Healer's fault and Lucius just nods, instead of snapping something that could be considered rude.
Then she moves on to measure the fetus and checks vital signs and development. The spells are harmless and neither Lucius or Sirius comment, but the baby has something to say. Mayweather's eyes widen as her spell gets blocked.
"Ah, yes. That can happen with magical children; not often, but it does happen. I must ask something of you," The Healer turns to Sirius. "The spells are fairly easy, Mister Black. I will take notes."
Sirius doesn't mind; in fact, he's happy to do it. Over the past week, Sirius has been testing it out. Baby likes his magic; perhaps not as much as she loves Lucius' magic, but Sirius can get away with touching Lucius and performing magic around him seems to be acceptable as well.
The spells help measure the fetus and gain information about the strength of vital signs and development. Healer Mayweather jots down everything the spells say and she hums. "At ten weeks, everything is as it should be. I am very pleased to see such strong magical response to my spells. It means that the flow of magic is strong and the risk of spontaneous miscarriage is almost non-existent. However, miscarriage can still occur as a result of physical circumstance. I believe I do not have to remind you to stick to the list of approved activities."
Lucius gives a curt nod.
Before the Healer can leave, Sirius asks, "Can we still go through with a traditional bonding ritual?"
"It is not recommended during the earlier stages of pregnancy. Any type of foreign magic can interrupt the normal flow of magic which keeps the womb in a functioning condition, but it should not be a problem in the later stages. If you wish to conduct the ritual, I strongly advise you to wait for another twenty or so weeks."
Afraid that they might have to postpone the bonding, Sirius is pleased to hear that they can still have it. Both he and Lucius were ready to call it off because of the baby because it's not worth their child's life, but it's good to know that it's not harmful.
Sirius bombards the Healer with more questions, until Lucius sends him a glare across the room. She will be back in a week for another check-up. After sending her away, Sirius saunters back into the study with a beaming smile.
"Can I tell everyone now, Luce? You wanted to wait until you knew for sure that everything is fine and now you know."
It is amazing that the Animagus has managed to stay silent for a week. Only Luna and Cissy know, but Sirius wants to tell Harry and share his joy with the twins and maybe rub Snape's nose in it. He just wants to be able to tell the world that he's going to be a father.
Lucius gets up and allows Sirius to pull him against his body. He feels like Sirius deserves a reward for keeping his mouth shut for so long. "Fine, yes. We'll start with Harry and the Dark Lord. But I do not wish to announce it to everyone. Let us keep it a private matter until it becomes obvious."
Sirius places a kiss on his lover's lips and smiles. "Love you."
Telling the Dark Lord is bound to be an interesting event. The blond relaxes in the man's arms, letting Sirius hold him for a while. Sometimes it all seems a bit too good to be true, but Lucius is not a wizard who likes to contemplate over his fortunes. He has Sirius and they will soon become a family. Perhaps it is selfish of him but Lucius chooses not to think about whether he deserves it or not. He just knows that he will lay waste to all should anyone try to take it away.
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When Sirius saunters into Riddle Manor and announces the news, Tom spits out his coffee. Harry wander in a moment later, curious about Tom's reaction. He usually doesn't react to Sirius in such a way, although Sirius does seem to irk the man still.
"Sirius, did you say something nice to Tom?" Harry asks. He takes a seat next to Lucius, greeting the man.
Sirius' grin widens and he looks excited as he says, "Nothing nice about him that's for sure. Just told him that Luce is pregnant."
Harry butters his toast, but he stops as soon as the message reaches him. He snaps his eyes over to Lucius, looking very much confused. Then back to Sirius. Then to Tom, who is dabbing his mouth with a napkin.
"Are you telling me that's a thing in the wizarding world?" Harry frowns, feeling terribly ignorant.
"The potion was first developed in the fifteenth century," Tom says, being the most academically inclined person there.
"Siri—" Harry whispers, a huge smile spreading over his face. "You're going to be a dad! That is seriously awesome, guys."
After giving Lucius a spontaneous hug which startles the blond wizard for a moment, Harry goes to sit next to Sirius to hug him too.
Tom has a problem with digesting such big news in the mornings, but this one just leaves him a bit light-headed. He has no idea what to say to Lucius, who looks equally uncomfortable. The things Tom should say feel wrong on his tongue and the things he wants to say feel too personal. He is fairly sure that he won't be laughed at so he takes a deep breath and mentally arranges the words to form something that won't sound too idiotic.
Lucius can see that the Dark Lord is trying to speak, but he rather look like a moron. So he decides to help the man out a little by pointedly clearing his throat.
"I'm likely going to say something insensitive, so I won't say anything."
Lucius is not surprised and nods. "That is very diplomatic of you."
Harry glares at the man, "Can't you be like a normal person for once?"
Tom, however, feels like he is being normal. "I do not like small children. Why anyone would have them is something I have never understood." Tom says, but he isn't a total jerk and adds, "Still . . . as long as you are happy with your predicament, Lucius."
"Interesting choice of words." Lucius points out with a small smile. He does not expect the Dark Lord to say something nice. He is not a nice man.
Harry doesn't say anything but he keeps glaring hot daggers at his husband. Tom is being rude and insensitive, but that's really nothing new. Tom can see Harry's annoyed looks but he doesn't care. He's being a git and he knows it, but no one can expect him to act like a giddy Gryffindor so early in the morning and with an audience. He needs to process the news before he can give a reply that doesn't sound like utter poppycock.
"I was going to offer you the position of Senior Undersecretary, but seeing as you are indisposed for the next eighteen years . . . well, I'm sure I will find a suitable replacement."
Lucius looks ready to protest. In fact, he looks most offended by the notion that he cannot care for a child and do a perfectly efficient job in the Ministry. The Dark Lord seems genuine in his completely rubbish assessment and Lucius just has to correct it. "I assure you, I am perfectly capable."
"Did you really just imply that Lucius wouldn't be totally awesome at this job because he's having a baby?" Harry pins Tom with another, more frosty glare. "Are you one of those men who think you can either have a career or a child because having both is completely inconceivable for some stupid reason?"
The Dark Lord splutters, barely believing that his husband is actually spewing such nonsense. "The Ministry is not a playpen for screaming toddlers."
"So open a fucking day-care or something." Harry points out. Then he laughs, "Your face, though. Hilarious. I was just messing with you, love. But don't be such a misogynist."
"I am not a misogynist, you brat! I just don't want to be near bawling babies, that's all. Why are we even having this discussion." Tom throws his napkin on the table, looking pissed off.
"So Lucius can have the job he's so obviously perfect for?" Harry asks his sulking husband but he doesn't get an answer. Tom's lips are pressed thin, his eyes slightly narrowed as he fumes in silence.
Lucius, although immensely enjoying it, says, "As I said, I see no reason why I cannot take the position. Being pregnant does not make me stupid."
"I bloody well disagree with this," Sirius states, looking at Lucius. "You're supposed to be taking it easy, not flouncing around the fucking Ministry."
"I do not require your permission, Sirius." Lucius sneers, "If you think I'm going to be your little housewife—"
Sirius quickly raises his hands in a placating manner and says, "Keeping my mouth shut starting now. Do whatever you want, dearest."
"Perhaps I was a bit hasty in my decision," Tom sighs and motions Lucius to follow him. "We'll discuss it in my study—without interfering Gryffindors."
Harry smirks as Tom briskly walks out. "I'm sure he's very happy for you, Lucius. He's just completely shit with emotional stuff and I think he's a bit stunned because it's you. Not ready to be a grandfather, you know."
Sirius barks out a laugh.
Lucius isn't all that surprised but he understands the Dark Lord's discomfort with the entire thing. He gives a parting nod to Harry, leaving Sirius behind for a bit.
Harry smiles. "This is a big deal, Siri."
"I still haven't really wrapped my head around it, to be honest. Me—a father? Merlin, it's insane, isn't it? But I'm so fucking happy, Pup. I can't wait to meet my daughter."
"Wait—you already know it's a girl?"
Sirius nods. "Yeah, well . . . Luna said so. She says that she can magically sense that we're having a girl. I mean, I trust her on this because Lucius seems to believe her, so I believe her."
Harry gives Sirius another hug and says, "I'm really happy for you, Siri. For Lucius, too."
"I can still remember Azkaban. Sometimes I feel so cold and I don't warm up until I have Luce in my arms. I look at him and there's a tightness in my heart because he's my reason for getting up every morning, and now he's going to marry me and he's giving me a child. Fuck . . . I think I'm in a dream."
"Maybe the universe is finally giving you back everything you are owed."
"Fucking finally." Sirius lets out a relieved sigh and says, "I still don't like the idea of Luce taking up the position of Senior Undersecretary. He shouldn't be dealing with all that crap right now."
Harry gives him an amused look. "He doesn't have an illness, Siri. Women have babies all the time while still keeping their careers. I'm pretty sure wizards are not that different in that area. Besides, he'll be working with Tom and he won't let anything happen to Lucius. Tom whines about his baby hate, but he's just being a dick. Lucius is like his favourite kid, so I'm pretty sure Tom will make sure he takes it easy and that he's comfortable."
"I just worry, all right; I can fuss over my expecting husband-to-be."
Harry squeezes the man's arm. "I know."
"Hey, do you want to come with me to the joke-shop? I want to tell Fred and George about the baby."
"Are you even allowed?"
Sirius gives a slight shrug. "Not really, but I don't give a shit. Luce will bitch at me later and probably won't let me touch him tonight, but I'm sure he'll thank me later for delivering the news without him. I'm not sure how many spontaneous hugs you can spring on a bloke before pissing him off."
Harry snorts to himself and takes a bite of his forgotten toast. Something entirely new pops into his head and he asks, "Can I be there when you tell Severus? I want to see him having a meltdown. Make it super public, too. He'll never leave the dungeons again."
Sirius grins. "Oh, I can already see it in my head. It's beautiful, Pup."