Title: Al Rubio Moreno

By: Shinigami Liliz Black

Summary: Harry is an Auror and is assigned to extract information from Draco but when he meets the blonde his straight life changes.

Rating: R

Status: BETAED

Chapter Nine: The Healer's fiancé

He slowly made his way to the dark figure sitting in front of the fireplace, a glass of dark red wine in his long white fingers. Each took be take was muffled by the carpet yet water trickle down his clothes and into the carpet. He felt the cold drops sliding done the brick of his nose and into his lips.

"You're late," the voice of the cold fire said. He sat down on the empty couch beside the man in front of the fireplace, the hood covering every inch of his face, making him look sinister and deadly, like a Dementor.

He ignored the fact that the couch was being drenched wet by his robes and leaned back, his eyes darting to the fireplace, lost in the wicked dancing flames, casting dancing shadows around the room. "I have a life," he mumbled.

The dark figure snorted, bringing the glass underneath the hood, his lips taking a sip of the strong liquor, "What? Another one night stand?"

He glared back at the dark figure; his fist grasped the soft cushion of the couch, "What do you care?"

The figure continued to sip on his wine, leaning against the soft couch. "I see; I called you for the sphere, did you get it?"

He shuddered involuntary at the coldness around his body at the clothes wetness, or it was the presence of the other man? "No I haven't, the sphere you're looking for is highly rare and inaccessible."

He lowered the glass of wine, turning his head a little, as if to look at the other man, "Nothing is inaccessible, especially for you Draco, of all people."

The blonde sighed, bringing his hand up to his forehead, rubbing, "Look I haven't got the time to actually look for it. All I know is that is highly rare and very difficult to find. Many people have died in the process of searching for it."

The dark figure placed his glass down on the carpet, joining his hand while his eyebrows rest on the arm rest. "I trust you will get it Draco, you have more knowledge on this than Severus."

The blonde shook the strands of wet blonde hair off his face as shivers ran down his spine at the name of his godfather. His silver eyes swirled with a troubled emotion forcing him to look away from the hooded figure. "But Severus is good when it comes to looking for things."

The hooded figure chuckled, "I don't want Severus involved too deeply into this, you know where he is residing right now according to the mission and that old goof is skillfull at Legilimency."

The blonde rolled his eyes and held the urges to scream out, 'You're such a fool yourself! Severus is a master at Occulemcy!'

"Fine," he was forced to mumble, looking at the wall ahead, ignoring the stare of the red eyes beneath the hood. "Give me some time."

"You best not fail me again Draco, I'm giving you a chance, and I don't to this often."

He stood up shaking the heavy wet clothes and rolled his eyes, "I feel honored," he drawled sarcastically and stepped forward to leave the room.

"Have you seen Harry Potter?"

The question suddenly froze the blonde's inside, his throat tightened. His eyes widened a bit but were soon cool and his face put on a mask of emotionless, "Why do you me about that bloody bastard?" he asked, his voice dropping with disgust. Thank God he was behind him!

"I heard rumors Draco," the figure whispered behind him, still in his chair, "That you had encountered him months ago."

"And?" he asked, snorting, "What do you care if I saw him or not? Is not like I would approach him and say 'Oh hello Potter, I'm the one you're looking for to catch'," he drawled sarcastically.

The figure chuckled, his hand reaching down to picked up the goblet, "So you did see him, interesting."

Draco crossed his arm irritated and turned to face the back of the chair, "So what? Are you going to punish me for not bringing him onto you, since you seem to have a little obsession on him?"

"Language Draco, watch it while I'm presence," the figure whispered, bringing the glass back to his lips, "I can assure you tomorrow night, Potter will suffer, especially now that he's pregnant."

The words hit Draco like a cold bucket of water, "P-pregnant?!"

Draco did not notice, but a twisted smirk appeared on the figure's lips, "My boys will be launching an attack on his godfather's house. He's as weak as a cub without his mother," then he laughed, "I can imagine the old goof's face when we strike his precious Golden Boy, pregnant."

Draco turned, his eyes widening in shock. Harry's pregnant? His mind flew back to the event of that night, the night he always yearned to experience once again. He shook his head, trying to shake the memories of and gritted his teeth his face twisting in anger, "I shall go," he whispered, trying to hide the anger on his voice, "May you kill that pompous bastard," he hissed out, yet his tone didn't reach the reality of the words.

The figure chuckled at his words as the blonde closed the door behind him, enjoying the taste of his wine, "Soon Draco, soon."

Harry sat down beside his godfather, reading the Daily Prophet, "Morning," he mumbled sleepily, rubbing his eyes. Sirius lowered the newspaper opened on his hands, and smiled.

"How are you today mommy?" he asked with a huge gin on his lips, his eyes never stop gleaming mischievously, Harry glared at him as Remus hand him down a mug of warm chocolate.

Remus chuckled, as he served Harry breakfast, "Are you hyper already?" he asked to the dog animagus who flashed him an innocent smiled in return. His hand reached out for a cinnamon roll and Remus groaned, "Oh no, how much sugar have you consumed?" he asked placing their plates ahead, and sitting down on the table beside the kitchen.

Harry stuffed his mouth with a strap on bacon, watching both man amusedly. Sirius took a bite off his cinnamon and looked thoughtful, "Two cinnamon rolls and half the stack of Oreos; Why?" he asked nibbling his cinnamon roll.

Remus brought his hand to his temple, massaging thoughtfully, "Sirius, you have got to stop consuming sugar every morning-"

The dog animagus finished his cinnamon, and pouted, "But who would resist a delicious stack of Oreos? They're addictive!"

Remus looked up and growled, "I would Sirius."

"Aww," the animagus protested, "but that's you Remus. You barely fancy any sweets."

"Fancy isn't the appropriate word Sirius, I controlled myself from buying half of Honeydunkes stock as you always seemed to do."

Harry almost choke on his eggs at Remus's word, "Did he?" he asked, after gulping the eggs.

Remus rolled his eyes, "Believe me, I have to run after him to stop him from doing something reckless while he's hyper."

"Hey, I was not reckless," Sirius pouted, "I was merely having a glorious day!"

"With high levels of sugars," Remus muttered making Harry laughed. Remus eyes darted to the raven haired boy as he rest his elbows on the table, when his chin rested on his palm. "Harry, I have to tell you something."

Harry stopped chewing his sausage and raised his eyebrow at the werewolf. He gulped the sausage and replied, "Fire away Remus."

"Dumbledore owled me," Remus said, earning a startled expression from the other man, "It seems that he is also your legal guardian after Sirius and well, St. Mungus owled him with the pregnancy results." Remus ran his hand nervously through his dark honey hair with grey streaks, "He was surprised; he told me he'll be sending someone over here to check on the baby. He mentioned it was a good Healer."

"When?" Harry asked, resuming his eating.

"Today."

Just as Remus's words were heard a figure stumbled inside the living room, which seemed to had traveled by Floo powder. The men on the table stopped eating looking at the figure, rising to his feet and dusting the ashes off his robes.

Sirius's face was priceless as he stood up, angrily pointing a shaking finger at the figure, "You! What are you doing in my house Snivellus!"

The dark black haired man looked up, a sneer growing on his lips. Harry noticed the Potion Master was still the same after those encounter with his missions; shoulder length greasy hair, hooked nose, pallid skin and dark onyx eyes, still in his usual black robes, "Fancy seeing you Black," he sneered sarcastically, "I'm here for Dumbledore."

Sirius gaped and snarled back, "You're the Healer?! Merlin has Dumbledore gone mad this time?"

Remus stood up and stood between Sirius and Snape before anything dangerous could happen. "Sirius, sit down," he told to the dog animagus.

"I'm not going to sit until that baboon leaves my house!"

"Then you might as well stay on your feet Black, because I have business to do with Mr. Potter here, and his child."

"Sirius, don't start," Remus said, sternly, forcing the dog animagus into the chair, "We need a Healer to inspect the child's process, don't we Harry?"

Harry looked at Remus and nodded, nervously. "I guess so."

"I don't like him," Sirius hissed pointing at Severus, who stood in front of them his arms crossed, sneering. "And I don't trust him."

"I'm not a price to be liked Black, deal with it," Severus drawled and his eyes landed on Harry, "Let's get this over with."

Harry nodded, "Sirius, it's ok, I'll be fine."

"But-"

Harry turned and smiled at the animagus held down on the chair by Remus, "I trust Severus," he said looking at the tall Potion Master, "He won't say a thing." He then disappeared upstairs.

Severus titled his head, looking intently at the raven and nodded, "If you're not aware Black, I'm skillfully at Ocullemcy unlike the child's other father," he added looking at the black haired man disappearing upstairs, "Who seem to have problems closing his mind."

The two man into the room stared at the Potion Master speechless. It was Remus who broke the silence, "You've seen Malfoy?"

"Few occasions," he said, staring coldly at the werewolf, "But other than that, he's always lost into his little world." He spun around and went upstairs where Harry was waiting.

Remus and Sirius stared at each other shocked before Sirius scowled, "I bet he had seemed him in his dirty works as a Death Eater."

Remus rolled his eyes letting go of the animagus, "You know damn well Severus is scarifying his life and fate to help us on this war Sirius."

"But that doesn't change the fact he-"

But before Sirius could finish what he was about to say, another figure stumbled in from the fireplace. This time the figure lost his balance rolling over the floor and hit the couch hard. "Uf! E ryda dnyjamehk po Vmuu Buftan!" he said in a foreign language

Remus and Sirius looked down at the figure with raise eyebrow, a faint smoke of dark dusty covering him. Soon the figure stood up, and looked at the men ahead when the smoke cleared. Remus and Sirius had never been so shock on his live at such a sight.

It was a young woman, probably on her early twenties, with long blonde hair, pushed into a bun, the end of her hair sticking out. Long strands of hair feel over her pale cheeks and temples, her blue-grayish eyes staring back at them confused. She was clad on green shorts, a dark orange sleeveless shirt while long straps of blue clothes fell behind her back from her shirt and many belts and small bags fasten around her waist and thigh. Her boots were high heeled, one of her hand clad in a long pale green glove while the other hold a claw knuckle with spikes and a dark round goggles dangle from her neck

"Err… Who are you?" Remus asked, approaching the young woman cautiously

The young woman smiled, "Rikku," she said in a sweet tone, "And you?"

"Remus," he said shortly but the woman's smile widened and she took Remus's hand, "and Sirius! Nice to meet you," she said, then guided him back to the table now looking at Sirius, "Where is Severus?"

"He's upstairs with Harry, why?" Remus replied looking curiously at the woman. She turned to look at him and frowned, slumping on the chair Harry was sitting previously.

"I guess I came in a bit late."

Sirius leaned over the table, "Late for what?" He noticed her eyes were a bit off; looking closer her pupil was a swirling symbol and gasped, "You're an Al Bhed!"

"Yeah," she said blushing, "Does that bothers you? It if does I'll go-" she started to sat standing up.

"No, no!" Remus exclaimed, gesturing her to sit back, "Not at all, we're just a bit shock to see an Al Bhed looking for Severus."

"Well," she started to say scratching her neck, "I'm his fiancé."

Both jaw dropped at the confession. "His what?" Sirius asked, unable to hide his surprise.

Rikku looked from Remus to Sirius, troubled, "He didn't mention it? I thought you two were colleagues as Dumbledore told me."

Sirius snorted, "Dumbledore sure is off his rocket. We aren't colleagues or anything of the sort."

Remus slapped the animagus's shoulder, scowling, "We attended on the same school, we had out rivalries but now we are colleagues but it doesn't mean Severus would tell us his secret life."

Sirius then took the gloved hand of Rikku, "Look, you're too young and charming to be waste as to marry a selfish pompous bastard such a Snape."

Rikku laughed, "He's not that, he's such a charming gentleman!" she said a bit dreamily, "Of course sometimes he has his tempers but other than that he's adorable. Besides I've been engaged with him even since I was borne."

Sirius gaped at the woman incredulously, "Tell me I'm listening wrong," he whined at the werewolf who glared in return. "Snape, a gentleman? Ha my arse!"

"What are you doing here?" a cold voice came from the steps of the stairs. All turned and saw Severus, followed by Harry.

"Severus I-" Rikku tried to say but Severus glared at her, "I told you to wait at my office; Dumbledore sent you, did he? I'll skin that old goof myself," Severus cursed under his breath his pale hand tightened into fists.

"It's such a pity you're stuck with such an asshole," Sirius said smirking at Rikku's direction.

Severus pulled out his wand, glaring at the animagus and at the same time Sirius jumped to his feet, his wand out as well. Rikku acted quickly and stepped between them, "Stop!"

Remus reached out to grab Sirius's shoulder, "Sirius that's enough."

Rikku grabbed Severus's wand hand gently, "Sev, let's go."

Severus scowled at Sirius's direction, "Fine," he muttered pushing his wand back into his robes, "I'll owl the results later, Potter."

Harry nodded smiling weakly, "Thank you Severus."

Severus grunted in return as Rikku wrapped her arms around his right arm, "We're not going through Floo Powder, are we?"

Severus rolled his eyes in returned and pulled his wand out, and with a loud crack, both Dissapparated.

Remus sighed, letting go of Sirius as the couple left. Sirius grunted sitting down on his chair, "Bastard."

Harry looked from Remus to Sirius, "Care to explain who that was?"

Remus smiled, "You wouldn't believe it Harry; she's Severus's fiancée."

Harry gaped at the werewolf, "Really?" Remus nodded picking up the plates from the table as Sirius shook the newspaper open very harshly.

"I'm surprised that an Al Bhed is going to marry Severus. They usually marry those within their race."

"Race?" Harry asked sitting down as he rubbed his round belly, "What's an Al Bhed anyways?"

"Sirius used to say he wanted to become one if there was a chance," Remus commented, making the other man lower the newspaper and stick his tongue out at him. Remus chuckled and continued, "Al Bheds are the most mischievous creators around the world. They say they create Potions, pranks, charms and everything in a matter of minutes; it's their nature to."

"Though, there were times they were discriminated by their creations and behaviors to the point they ended up living in hiding, they barely wandering around the wizard community. They're usually in the deserts or cold dark places."

"That sounds like the perfect mate for Severus," Harry said, "After all he's always creating any sort of things and likes dark places."

"I thought so too."

Sirius rolled his eyes, "Can we talk of something else?"

Harry and Remus laughed, making the other man frowned.

TBC….

Notes: sorry for the Al Bhed thing, I think it looks a bit out of place? Well I wanted to introduce this character cuz in future chapter she helps allot.

Uf! E ryda dnyjamehk po Vmuu Buftan! Means 'Ow!I hate traveling by Floo Powder' in Al Bhed language