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Ianto wanted a few wizarding things for his little incoming mystical beast so he was in the Baby 'N Me store in Diagon Alley… sort of like a normal baby store if you add some extra dragon and owl onesies and maybe a little wizard hat here and there…. OK. No. It was mad in there with potions, stretch mark cures and for some reason a whole mess of plants that sang a lullaby when you watered them. Sort of cute but in a 'feed me Seymour' kinda way.

He was currently looking at a baby book on dragons with lots of colourful illustrations of little baby dragons and it was so damned cute tht he had asked if there were more in the series. Harry would love these too, maybe it would be a good bonding thing to read these to his little brother and feel important… right?

He became aware of someone standing nearby and he slowly pivoted to stare at the man openly ogling him. Like a weird pervert or…ah. A Black. Perfect, the Fam. Ergh.

"Orion Black, hello cousin" he said calmly to the young cousin of Sirius the third… or fourth. God… you know the Black family regurgitates the old Black name so many times that is it silly now. Ianto knew he should be more polite but really… he was standing there in the white robes that should warn someone coming near him that he was both of the Noble House of Peverell and of high rank given the fucking colour of his robes.

"So… a Potter" the man sneered and Ianto felt anger now as his bloodline was sneered at, even though anyone with half a brain knew he and his brother were only half siblings, hence… another name altogether.

"Orion… you know James never did like you. Maybe why he always hit you with the quidditch ball eh?" Ianto smiled softly and then added "But then again… you always did have a hard head. That's the Crabbe coming out in you I guess."

"Take that back!"

"What? That you have a hard head or that you have Crabbe in your blood? I don't in mine" Ianto couldn't help the grin "my blood is more pure… you seem to have blood more.. mixed. Sort of like a street mutt to my high breeding."

"Oi! Did you just call me a fucking dog?" Orion roared as he puffed out his chest and looked more portly than ever. Definitely Crabbe in the bloodline. Yep. Fat turd.

"You know... it is not always a good idea for a lowly dog to take on a big cat" a voce seemed to purr and Snape slid around the display of little pastel coloured brooms to glare at the man Ianto was trying to ignore "Apparently your teeth have nothing on his."

"Hello Russ, I am looking for some things for the nursery" Ianto said turning his back on the idiot who really was grating on his nerves now.

"Don't turn you back on me you fu…. Ergh"

Ianto looked Russ in the eye and smiled, then turned to find the hapless turd hanging from a huge meaty hand as Hagrid held the idiot off the ground by his throat and shook him gently "You. Never. Ever. Ever. Touch. Ianto. OK?"

"Erghhhayyyyyy"

"Hagrid, it's OK. He is fine… for an idiot. Put him down" Ianto sighed and then saw to his dismay another couple of turds appearing to help their friend. Another Crabbe and someone he knew was a Malfoy somewhere in the mix given his appearance.

"Oi, Bigun… put my friend down!" Crabbe roared and Ianto watched Hagrid slowly turn to stare at the new arrivals like that were little Chihuahuas snapping at him. He grinned.

"What are you all doing in here anyway!" Snape demanded angrily "I doubt anyone would wish to procreate with you… at least not willingly."

"Saw Potter here swanking about in his robes, wanted to see if he was as posh as they say" the Malfoy one sneered.

"Look… I think you should all bugger off before you get me riled up, not good for my blood pressure" Ianto warned.

"Being fat is not a reason to want maternity clothes, you know you look like a twat in maternity robes like that" Crabbe spat.

"He's not fat ya arse crack crumb… he's pregnant" Hagrid said as he dropped the one who was turning blue to reach for the new target and they squealed as they ran for it, turning back to say something rude about Ianto's parentage that had Ianto beyond pissed. Gotta admit, seeing them slamming into an invisible barrier and fall back on their arses was nice.

Ianto stormed over with his feet skimming the floor "Say that again? What was that about my Mum? Say it again you Cock Drip!"

They stared up at him with wide eyes, the white face, gnashing teeth and whiskers as the tigerish man snarled was a sight to behold.

"Well … hell's fire. You… you really are the Lord?"

Ianto swung to address the one who spoke as she stood to one side, her basket pf things clutched in front of her like a shield and he took a deep breath to regain control "Yes madam. I am Lord of Light. House of Peverell. Blah… blah. Also, I am very pregnant and if he does not come soon I shall command him come!"

"Oh I know that feeling, due last week and look at me… I think she prefers the quiet in there rather than my world out here with six boys already running around" she giggled.

"Molly Weasley!" Ianto said with delight "Oh.. Molly. My god, I hope not twins again!"

"Oh no… I made sure to enchant THAT concept away… not strong enough to resist another spark though… no… she is definitely a girl."

"Ah… lovely. Finally eh? Maybe now you can stop? Who knows… perhaps one day she and Harry may be friends. Wait. Don't you have a boy about Harry's age?"

"Ronald. Yes."

"Ah. Any chance of a play date?"

"Oh!" she squealed with delight. Not many wanted a Weasley in their house, full of mischief and naughty ideas. Poor little Ron was lumped in with his older, naughtier siblings all the time. "that would be lovely!"