Title: Harry Potter and the Rise of Darkness
Author: Kitai Shinsei
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the Wonderful J. K. Rowling who has at last decided to publish the fifth book (*is counting the days until June 21st*). Harry Potter does not belong to me. I could never have the patience to write something that spanned over 400 pages. Sadly.
Warning: This story contains slash. That means guys in love with guys. If you don't like that sort of thing then GO AWAY.
Author's Notes: And here at last is the sequel to Harry Potter and the Pregnancy Potion! My most popular fic to date! I seriously suggest reading that one before this as it explains exactly how Harry and Draco came to be together with two children who have no mothers. ^_^ I know the title of this sucks but I'll try to come up with a better one. By the way, this is far less humorous than Pregnancy Potion with a lot more angst and drama but I WILL have some funny bits. Lost of funny bits actually, as soon as I find some plot-bunnies dressed as clowns.
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Harry Potter and the Next Generation
Chapter One: New Meetings, Old Faces
"Alexander James Potter, get off that broom!" Draco Potter bellowed at his eight-year-old son who was currently hovering thirty feet in the air on his other father's broomstick. Said father, Harry Potter, came rushing out of their house in an apron, flour on his hands, face and in his hair, as soon as he heard his husband's shout.
"What's going on?" Harry demanded, glaring at the boy who had just touched down looking sheepish.
Draco was about to answer, paused, flicked a bit of bread dough off Harry's cheek and then said, "Alex was on your broom again. THIRTY FEET IN THE AIR!"
Harry decided in some small part of his mind that his husband could remind him strongly of Molly Weasely at times. "Alex. You know you're not allowed on my broom. It's dangerous. You've got a toy broom that works just fine."
"But Daaaaaaad.that old thing barely hovers a foot off the ground. My feet drag in the grass." Alex Potter whined, glaring at his father under a shock of black hair that almost hid his ice-blue eyes.
"No buts." Draco said firmly. "We discussed this. You and Sam can have your own brooms when you turn ten. Until then, it's toys."
Alex mumbled mutinously under his breath.
"What did you say?" Draco demanded, eyes blazing.
Before Alex could open his mouth, his sister, Samantha appeared in the doorway, cradling her small tabby kitten in her arms. "What's going on?" She asked. Then she took one glance at her fathers' expressions, Alex's sullen look, and the broomstick hovering next to him, and came to her own conclusions. "Oh. Never mind."
"Fat lot of help you are." Alex muttered.
Sam grinned at him. She loved playing the older sister, even though she was only four weeks older than her brother. The two had been born at the end of their fathers' seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A mistake in a Potions class had caused Draco, Harry, two of their teachers and four of their friends to fall pregnant. During that year, Draco and Harry had fallen in love and, soon after Alex's birth, the two had announced their engagement. Since his father had disowned him, Draco had taken on Harry's name and became a Potter. He had had no contact with any of his own family since he was six months pregnant with Sam.
The impending argument was averted by the sudden arrival of a barn owl bearing a letter for Harry. The dark-haired man took it from the bird and read it, eyes growing wide. "It's from Arabella Figg!" He said excitedly.
Draco frowned, trying to place the familiar name. "Who's that again?"
"She was the woman who looked after me when I was a kid, before I knew I was a wizard. She's a witch, though I didn't know it then. She was a member of the Order before Voldemort died." Harry explained.
"What does she want?" Sam asked. She and Alex had been listening with interest to the conversation.
'She wants us to come round for tea tomorrow." Harry said, reading on. Then he gulped. "She's still living in Privet Drive. Across the road from the Dursleys."
Draco stared at his husband, and then burst out laughing.
Harry frowned. "What?"
"We should go see them as well. They'll be sick as pig shit when they see you."
Harry grinned evilly. "Me, a fully-grown wizard. Oh I hope Dudley still lives there."
The children stared puzzled at their parents. "Who're the Dursleys?" Alex asked, standing on tiptoe to try read the letter.
"They raised me." Harry said, chuckling. "Very nasty people. Terrified of magic so they tried to stop me from doing it. Needless to say they failed."
"Did they adopt you after Grandmum and Granddad died?" Sam wondered.
"They didn't have much of a choice. They're my aunt, uncle and cousin. After they found out I was pregnant, they told me I couldn't live with them any longer. Haven't seen them since I was seventeen. No, I was sixteen. I spent my seventeenth birthday and the rest of that summer at the Weasleys."
The children stared at their dad. "They were that mean?" Sam asked incredulously.
Harry nodded. "But it wasn't too much of a loss. I fell in love with your daddy that year. He's given me more love than I ever had from them."
Draco smiled at him and hugged him, planting a kiss on the corner of his lips.
Alex looked repulsed. "Yuck!" He said, pulling a face. "Kissing!"
Sam elbowed him in the ribs. He elbowed her back. She stepped on his toe. He pulled her hair. She shrieked and grabbed a fistful of his hair. A full out fight ensued.
Harry pulled out his wand hastily. "Separatus!" The children were pulled apart and held by invisible force fields.
"No more fighting! Or we'll tie you up and force you to listen to oldie music all day" Draco said.
Their children stopped glaring at each other and stared guiltily on the floor. Their daddy's threat of oldie music was usually enough to shut them up.
Harry meanwhile had gone inside with the letter in his hand and the barn owl on his other arm. Hedwig, Harry's snowy owl, hooted a welcome to the stranger and shuffled over on her perch for him to join her and have a rest before he took Harry's reply back to Mrs Figg.
Harry wrote his message on a fresh piece of parchment with the fish-eagle quill Draco had given him last Christmas. It had been imported from South Africa and changed colour as a person wrote.
They would see Mrs Figg tomorrow.
*
The young family took the Muggle underground to London and caught a cab to Privet drive. They could have used magical means of transport; Apparation or a Portkey for instance, however, they thought it would be a good experience for the kids to learn to use Muggle travel. Besides, it was fun to watch the more close-minded people's reactions to a gay married couple with two children.
They were all wearing Muggle clothing. Harry was in a pair of blue jeans and a dark blue t-shirt, Draco was wearing black jeans and a tight black top with acid-green print. Alex was in blue dungarees with a red t-shirt under it while Sam was wearing pale pink slacks and pink top. Surprisingly, it didn't clash too much with the rust-coloured hair that she'd inherited from her grandmother, Lily Potter.
All in all, they looked like the regular people Privet Drive was famous for.
Harry gazed about him in wonder. "It hasn't changed. Not one bit." This was true. The lawns were still perfectly trimmed, the roses pruned, the flowerbeds immaculate. In fact, it looked exactly as it had when Dumbledore had dropped Harry off at the Dursleys twenty-five years ago.
Draco and Harry each grabbed one of their children's hands and proceeded to walk across the street. Before they had made it halfway however, a car was tearing towards them, hooter blaring. The adults jumped backwards, yanking Sam and Alex with them. The car carried on, swerving into the driveway of Number Four.
Eyes blazing, Harry stormed towards the house, Draco and their kids hurrying after him. The blonde had a similar murderous expression on his face.
Vernon Dursley had just stepped out of the car, complaining about loitering pedestrians with no sense of right-of-way, when Harry walked up the driveway. "Go away! We don't want anyth." Vernon began before he recognised his nephew and his face went from purple to the grey colour of old porridge in half a second.
Petunia, who had been standing beside her husband, shrieked. "What are you doing here? What do you want with us?"
"You're not getting any of our money, boy!" Vernon growled.
Harry stared at him coldly, aware that Draco, Sam and Alex were standing behind him. "Actually, we were going to visit Mrs Figg before you almost ran us over." The Dursleys had learned, when Harry was about to start fifth year, that Arabella Figg had been a witch all along.
Vernon scowled but said nothing, wisely believing from a large amount of personal experience that it would not be a good idea to upset a fully-grown wizard. He then noticed Draco and the kids. "Who are you? What do you want?"
Harry smiled as Draco came to stand next to him with Sam, and Alex came round on Harry's other side to grasp his hand. Harry feigned politeness, inwardly grinning at the thought of his relatives' reactions. "Oh, Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, I'd like you to meet my husband, Draco, and our children, Alexander and Samantha."
Uncle Vernon's eyes widened. "You're a.a.a faggot!?" He spluttered, his face an ugly puce. Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at his uncle's chest. When he spoke, his voice was low and sinister. "If it were not for the fact that my children are here, you'd be dead by now. Insult me, or my family, and you will wish you never heard the name Harry Potter. Not that you don't wish it anyway." He added sardonically, putting his wand away and smiling slightly as he felt Draco squeeze his arm. "Let's go. Mrs Figg will be wondering where we've got to."
~*~
"I always said that Vernon Dursley was nasty." Said Arabella Figg as the adults sat together sipping tea and eating cake (freshly made for once). The children were off playing with the cats. "Never liked him." Harry and Draco had finished recounting their encounter with the Dursleys.
"What I'd like to know," Draco said looking at Harry sideways, "Is how on earth you managed to survive fifteen years with them."
Harry snorted. "School." He said. "If it weren't for Hogwarts, and even my old primary school, I'd have gone mad long ago." To distract himself from the memories of long ears of abuse, Harry busied himself with staring around the house. It hadn't changed. It still smelt strongly of cabbage and cats, the furniture was still a brown and yellow floral pattern and there were still photographs (both magical and Muggle) of Mrs Figg's late husband Barry. It hadn't changed since the days when he'd been forced to stay at Mrs Figg's whenever the Dursleys went out.
Which reminded him. "Mrs Figg."
"Arabella, dear. Please."
"Arabella then, all those times I stayed with you as a kid.why didn't you ever tell me I was a wizard?"
Arabella sipped her tea. Draco stole the last few bits of Harry's cake. "Well dear, Dumbledore asked me to keep it from you until you got your letter telling you to go to Hogwarts. He thought it would be better for you to grow up away from the bustle of being a celebrity in the wizarding world. That's why I only talked to you about my cats. I couldn't think of any other topics of conversation without giving anything away." She smiled at him. "But that's enough about the past dear. What are you two doing with yourselves these days, besides raising two beautiful children."
Draco beamed with pride at her praise of the kids. "We're both working at the ministry actually. I'm head of the Muggle Protection Office. I work closely with Arthur Weasely actually." Harry smiled at him. After the births of Sam and Alex, Harry and Draco had spent a few months living with the Weasleys until they found a pace of their own. Arthur Weasley had found them places at the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office and Draco had learned just how interesting Muggles were. He had then moved into the Muggle Protection Office and had been there ever since.
Mrs Figg grinned. "Yes I know Arthur. Does he still collect plugs?"
Harry and Draco rolled their eyes exasperatedly and nodded. "You should have seen his reaction when Harry brought him a modem plug for Muggle computers. He went absolutely mad." Draco said, remembering the incident. Arthur had been fascinated at the sight of such a small plug and had immediately gone on a quest to collect as many as possible.
"And what are you doing, Harry?" Arabella asked.
"I'm an Auror." Harry said.
Mrs Figg nodded, lips pressed together. "A fitting occupation. Very fitting indeed."
There was a rather uncomfortable silence. Harry and Draco were remembering the day Voldemort had almost killed the blond the night Sam was born and how Harry, along with Sirius Black and Severus Snape had cast the killing curse disposing of the Dark Lord, permanently this time. Mrs Figg had read about it in the papers and knew that it must have left a mark on Harry. Harry was not a killer and to do that to someone, no matter how evil, shook him to the core. It frightened him that he had the ability to take another's life.
"Um, yes, well," Draco said breaking the silence, "It's getting late and we have to use Muggle transport. We want to be home before the kids' bedtime.
"Of course dears. Come round again soon. It's been wonderful having you."
~*~
OK, I know the beginning of this is slow, but the pace is really going to pick up in the next chapter. This was really just to tell my VERY VALUABLE readers what had happened in the time since the end of Pregnancy Potion.
I know people were probably expecting Draco and Harry to be teaching at Hogwarts but that is SO cliché. I MIGHT have Harry teaching as an assistant DADA teacher for some reason, especially with the way the storyline is formulating in my mind, but Draco is staying in the Muggle Protection Office. And what did you guys think of that? My muses came up with that. It's ironic that a former Muggle-hater would be Head of Muggle Protection ne?
Later, I'll be sending them on a vacation. They're going to feel life is getting too stressful. You're all going to get a taste of South African culture from the perspective of someone who lives there (hint: ME!).
Just wondering, what do you guys think of making Draco pregnant again? He comes across as someone who'd really enjoy having a second child and it would be nice to see how Sam and Alex react.
See you in Chapter 2 and REVIEW! (Hey that rhymes! XD)
Author: Kitai Shinsei
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the Wonderful J. K. Rowling who has at last decided to publish the fifth book (*is counting the days until June 21st*). Harry Potter does not belong to me. I could never have the patience to write something that spanned over 400 pages. Sadly.
Warning: This story contains slash. That means guys in love with guys. If you don't like that sort of thing then GO AWAY.
Author's Notes: And here at last is the sequel to Harry Potter and the Pregnancy Potion! My most popular fic to date! I seriously suggest reading that one before this as it explains exactly how Harry and Draco came to be together with two children who have no mothers. ^_^ I know the title of this sucks but I'll try to come up with a better one. By the way, this is far less humorous than Pregnancy Potion with a lot more angst and drama but I WILL have some funny bits. Lost of funny bits actually, as soon as I find some plot-bunnies dressed as clowns.
~*~
Harry Potter and the Next Generation
Chapter One: New Meetings, Old Faces
"Alexander James Potter, get off that broom!" Draco Potter bellowed at his eight-year-old son who was currently hovering thirty feet in the air on his other father's broomstick. Said father, Harry Potter, came rushing out of their house in an apron, flour on his hands, face and in his hair, as soon as he heard his husband's shout.
"What's going on?" Harry demanded, glaring at the boy who had just touched down looking sheepish.
Draco was about to answer, paused, flicked a bit of bread dough off Harry's cheek and then said, "Alex was on your broom again. THIRTY FEET IN THE AIR!"
Harry decided in some small part of his mind that his husband could remind him strongly of Molly Weasely at times. "Alex. You know you're not allowed on my broom. It's dangerous. You've got a toy broom that works just fine."
"But Daaaaaaad.that old thing barely hovers a foot off the ground. My feet drag in the grass." Alex Potter whined, glaring at his father under a shock of black hair that almost hid his ice-blue eyes.
"No buts." Draco said firmly. "We discussed this. You and Sam can have your own brooms when you turn ten. Until then, it's toys."
Alex mumbled mutinously under his breath.
"What did you say?" Draco demanded, eyes blazing.
Before Alex could open his mouth, his sister, Samantha appeared in the doorway, cradling her small tabby kitten in her arms. "What's going on?" She asked. Then she took one glance at her fathers' expressions, Alex's sullen look, and the broomstick hovering next to him, and came to her own conclusions. "Oh. Never mind."
"Fat lot of help you are." Alex muttered.
Sam grinned at him. She loved playing the older sister, even though she was only four weeks older than her brother. The two had been born at the end of their fathers' seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A mistake in a Potions class had caused Draco, Harry, two of their teachers and four of their friends to fall pregnant. During that year, Draco and Harry had fallen in love and, soon after Alex's birth, the two had announced their engagement. Since his father had disowned him, Draco had taken on Harry's name and became a Potter. He had had no contact with any of his own family since he was six months pregnant with Sam.
The impending argument was averted by the sudden arrival of a barn owl bearing a letter for Harry. The dark-haired man took it from the bird and read it, eyes growing wide. "It's from Arabella Figg!" He said excitedly.
Draco frowned, trying to place the familiar name. "Who's that again?"
"She was the woman who looked after me when I was a kid, before I knew I was a wizard. She's a witch, though I didn't know it then. She was a member of the Order before Voldemort died." Harry explained.
"What does she want?" Sam asked. She and Alex had been listening with interest to the conversation.
'She wants us to come round for tea tomorrow." Harry said, reading on. Then he gulped. "She's still living in Privet Drive. Across the road from the Dursleys."
Draco stared at his husband, and then burst out laughing.
Harry frowned. "What?"
"We should go see them as well. They'll be sick as pig shit when they see you."
Harry grinned evilly. "Me, a fully-grown wizard. Oh I hope Dudley still lives there."
The children stared puzzled at their parents. "Who're the Dursleys?" Alex asked, standing on tiptoe to try read the letter.
"They raised me." Harry said, chuckling. "Very nasty people. Terrified of magic so they tried to stop me from doing it. Needless to say they failed."
"Did they adopt you after Grandmum and Granddad died?" Sam wondered.
"They didn't have much of a choice. They're my aunt, uncle and cousin. After they found out I was pregnant, they told me I couldn't live with them any longer. Haven't seen them since I was seventeen. No, I was sixteen. I spent my seventeenth birthday and the rest of that summer at the Weasleys."
The children stared at their dad. "They were that mean?" Sam asked incredulously.
Harry nodded. "But it wasn't too much of a loss. I fell in love with your daddy that year. He's given me more love than I ever had from them."
Draco smiled at him and hugged him, planting a kiss on the corner of his lips.
Alex looked repulsed. "Yuck!" He said, pulling a face. "Kissing!"
Sam elbowed him in the ribs. He elbowed her back. She stepped on his toe. He pulled her hair. She shrieked and grabbed a fistful of his hair. A full out fight ensued.
Harry pulled out his wand hastily. "Separatus!" The children were pulled apart and held by invisible force fields.
"No more fighting! Or we'll tie you up and force you to listen to oldie music all day" Draco said.
Their children stopped glaring at each other and stared guiltily on the floor. Their daddy's threat of oldie music was usually enough to shut them up.
Harry meanwhile had gone inside with the letter in his hand and the barn owl on his other arm. Hedwig, Harry's snowy owl, hooted a welcome to the stranger and shuffled over on her perch for him to join her and have a rest before he took Harry's reply back to Mrs Figg.
Harry wrote his message on a fresh piece of parchment with the fish-eagle quill Draco had given him last Christmas. It had been imported from South Africa and changed colour as a person wrote.
They would see Mrs Figg tomorrow.
*
The young family took the Muggle underground to London and caught a cab to Privet drive. They could have used magical means of transport; Apparation or a Portkey for instance, however, they thought it would be a good experience for the kids to learn to use Muggle travel. Besides, it was fun to watch the more close-minded people's reactions to a gay married couple with two children.
They were all wearing Muggle clothing. Harry was in a pair of blue jeans and a dark blue t-shirt, Draco was wearing black jeans and a tight black top with acid-green print. Alex was in blue dungarees with a red t-shirt under it while Sam was wearing pale pink slacks and pink top. Surprisingly, it didn't clash too much with the rust-coloured hair that she'd inherited from her grandmother, Lily Potter.
All in all, they looked like the regular people Privet Drive was famous for.
Harry gazed about him in wonder. "It hasn't changed. Not one bit." This was true. The lawns were still perfectly trimmed, the roses pruned, the flowerbeds immaculate. In fact, it looked exactly as it had when Dumbledore had dropped Harry off at the Dursleys twenty-five years ago.
Draco and Harry each grabbed one of their children's hands and proceeded to walk across the street. Before they had made it halfway however, a car was tearing towards them, hooter blaring. The adults jumped backwards, yanking Sam and Alex with them. The car carried on, swerving into the driveway of Number Four.
Eyes blazing, Harry stormed towards the house, Draco and their kids hurrying after him. The blonde had a similar murderous expression on his face.
Vernon Dursley had just stepped out of the car, complaining about loitering pedestrians with no sense of right-of-way, when Harry walked up the driveway. "Go away! We don't want anyth." Vernon began before he recognised his nephew and his face went from purple to the grey colour of old porridge in half a second.
Petunia, who had been standing beside her husband, shrieked. "What are you doing here? What do you want with us?"
"You're not getting any of our money, boy!" Vernon growled.
Harry stared at him coldly, aware that Draco, Sam and Alex were standing behind him. "Actually, we were going to visit Mrs Figg before you almost ran us over." The Dursleys had learned, when Harry was about to start fifth year, that Arabella Figg had been a witch all along.
Vernon scowled but said nothing, wisely believing from a large amount of personal experience that it would not be a good idea to upset a fully-grown wizard. He then noticed Draco and the kids. "Who are you? What do you want?"
Harry smiled as Draco came to stand next to him with Sam, and Alex came round on Harry's other side to grasp his hand. Harry feigned politeness, inwardly grinning at the thought of his relatives' reactions. "Oh, Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, I'd like you to meet my husband, Draco, and our children, Alexander and Samantha."
Uncle Vernon's eyes widened. "You're a.a.a faggot!?" He spluttered, his face an ugly puce. Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at his uncle's chest. When he spoke, his voice was low and sinister. "If it were not for the fact that my children are here, you'd be dead by now. Insult me, or my family, and you will wish you never heard the name Harry Potter. Not that you don't wish it anyway." He added sardonically, putting his wand away and smiling slightly as he felt Draco squeeze his arm. "Let's go. Mrs Figg will be wondering where we've got to."
~*~
"I always said that Vernon Dursley was nasty." Said Arabella Figg as the adults sat together sipping tea and eating cake (freshly made for once). The children were off playing with the cats. "Never liked him." Harry and Draco had finished recounting their encounter with the Dursleys.
"What I'd like to know," Draco said looking at Harry sideways, "Is how on earth you managed to survive fifteen years with them."
Harry snorted. "School." He said. "If it weren't for Hogwarts, and even my old primary school, I'd have gone mad long ago." To distract himself from the memories of long ears of abuse, Harry busied himself with staring around the house. It hadn't changed. It still smelt strongly of cabbage and cats, the furniture was still a brown and yellow floral pattern and there were still photographs (both magical and Muggle) of Mrs Figg's late husband Barry. It hadn't changed since the days when he'd been forced to stay at Mrs Figg's whenever the Dursleys went out.
Which reminded him. "Mrs Figg."
"Arabella, dear. Please."
"Arabella then, all those times I stayed with you as a kid.why didn't you ever tell me I was a wizard?"
Arabella sipped her tea. Draco stole the last few bits of Harry's cake. "Well dear, Dumbledore asked me to keep it from you until you got your letter telling you to go to Hogwarts. He thought it would be better for you to grow up away from the bustle of being a celebrity in the wizarding world. That's why I only talked to you about my cats. I couldn't think of any other topics of conversation without giving anything away." She smiled at him. "But that's enough about the past dear. What are you two doing with yourselves these days, besides raising two beautiful children."
Draco beamed with pride at her praise of the kids. "We're both working at the ministry actually. I'm head of the Muggle Protection Office. I work closely with Arthur Weasely actually." Harry smiled at him. After the births of Sam and Alex, Harry and Draco had spent a few months living with the Weasleys until they found a pace of their own. Arthur Weasley had found them places at the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office and Draco had learned just how interesting Muggles were. He had then moved into the Muggle Protection Office and had been there ever since.
Mrs Figg grinned. "Yes I know Arthur. Does he still collect plugs?"
Harry and Draco rolled their eyes exasperatedly and nodded. "You should have seen his reaction when Harry brought him a modem plug for Muggle computers. He went absolutely mad." Draco said, remembering the incident. Arthur had been fascinated at the sight of such a small plug and had immediately gone on a quest to collect as many as possible.
"And what are you doing, Harry?" Arabella asked.
"I'm an Auror." Harry said.
Mrs Figg nodded, lips pressed together. "A fitting occupation. Very fitting indeed."
There was a rather uncomfortable silence. Harry and Draco were remembering the day Voldemort had almost killed the blond the night Sam was born and how Harry, along with Sirius Black and Severus Snape had cast the killing curse disposing of the Dark Lord, permanently this time. Mrs Figg had read about it in the papers and knew that it must have left a mark on Harry. Harry was not a killer and to do that to someone, no matter how evil, shook him to the core. It frightened him that he had the ability to take another's life.
"Um, yes, well," Draco said breaking the silence, "It's getting late and we have to use Muggle transport. We want to be home before the kids' bedtime.
"Of course dears. Come round again soon. It's been wonderful having you."
~*~
OK, I know the beginning of this is slow, but the pace is really going to pick up in the next chapter. This was really just to tell my VERY VALUABLE readers what had happened in the time since the end of Pregnancy Potion.
I know people were probably expecting Draco and Harry to be teaching at Hogwarts but that is SO cliché. I MIGHT have Harry teaching as an assistant DADA teacher for some reason, especially with the way the storyline is formulating in my mind, but Draco is staying in the Muggle Protection Office. And what did you guys think of that? My muses came up with that. It's ironic that a former Muggle-hater would be Head of Muggle Protection ne?
Later, I'll be sending them on a vacation. They're going to feel life is getting too stressful. You're all going to get a taste of South African culture from the perspective of someone who lives there (hint: ME!).
Just wondering, what do you guys think of making Draco pregnant again? He comes across as someone who'd really enjoy having a second child and it would be nice to see how Sam and Alex react.
See you in Chapter 2 and REVIEW! (Hey that rhymes! XD)