Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter I would be sipping pína coladas in the
Bahamas. As I am sitting at home sipping rooibos tea (Local thing, "red
bush" tea), it seems quite obvious that I do not own Harry Potter. Except
Sam, Alex and the baby. And any other kids.
Author's Notes: OK, no more suspense! I'm sorry! I'm working three jobs! (Assistant florist, chalkboard artist and PA for two companies). I've been busy. But here's the next chapter!
Harry Potter and the Rise of Darkness. Chapter 5: Brian.
"Why isn't he crying?" Draco demanded again. "Tell me! What's wrong?" He was gripping Harry's hand tightly and biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. "Harry, can you see? What's wrong with our son?"
An irritated, exasperated and slightly amused voice sounded from the foot of the bed. "Oh will you two shut up? He's got fluid in his mouth, is all. I'm just cleaning it out and...there."
An indignant wail filled the room and Draco's face cracked into a smile. Nurse Grittle, beaming, handed them the baby, before casting a spell to remove the afterbirth and do a general clean up so the birth charm would wear off the young man.
Harry and Draco, however, were oblivious to the nurse, only having eyes for their newborn son. He had stopped crying upon being put in Draco's arms and was now staring unfocusedly up at his fathers. His eyes, naturally, were a deep blue that would likely lighten as he got older. He was almost bald, save for a fine slivery fluff that covered his scalp. As his dads dotingly watched, he gave a yawn and snuggled down in his powder blue blanket, one tiny fist poking out, resting against his chin.
"So which name do you think suits him most now?" Harry asked in a whisper, referring to the list of names he and Draco had made. The two had been unable to decide and had opted to wait until they saw him, in the hope that the name would leap out at them.
"Draco looked down at the baby and ran a thumb along a pale, almost invisible eyebrow, before caressing the soft skin with his whole hand. He gave a soft smile and said, "Brian."
"Brian? No middle name?" Harry asked, resting his hands on Draco's shoulder.
"Hmm...you choose." Draco said, meeting the eyes of his husband.
"How about Andrew?" Harry asked.
Draco nodded and smiled, looking back to his son sleeping in his arms. "Andrew...I like that. He gently placed a kiss on the little boy's forehead. "Welcome to the world, Brian Andrew Potter."
Sometime after midnight, about half-an-hour after Brian's birth, Harry walked, tired yet elated, to the waiting room to find his older children sound asleep on two of the chairs, which had magically expanded to accommodate their sleeping forms. Someone, probably one of the nurses, had thought to cover them with blankets. Though loath to wake them, Harry knew they'd never forgive him if he didn't, so he kneeled down and shook Sam's shoulder gently.
The nine-year-old girl blinked up at him. "Dad?" She sat up quickly then. "What's going on? Is Daddy okay? What about the baby?" Next to her, Alex stirred and pushed himself up on his hands. Upon gaining the gist of the conversation, he too began bombarding his father with questions.
Harry held up his hand to stem the outburst. "Daddy's fine, and so's your baby brother. In fact, I was just coming out to bring you to them."
Sam squealed and jumped to her feet, dragging Alex with her. Laughing, Harry took one of their hands in each of his and led them over to Draco's rooms. Before entering, Nurse Grittle (Grumbling all the time how irregular it was to have children in a maternity ward and failing to see the irony in this) cast a cleansing spell on them and said she'd give them ten minutes only.
Virtually bouncing with excitement, Sam and Alex, followed closely by Harry, entered the room and grinned at the sight of their daddy, sound asleep, cradling a tiny blue bundle in his arms. Sam sat herself gently at the foot of the bed, Alex finding a spot next to her. Harry, smiling broadly, took the baby from Draco and held him close to the older two.
"Sam, Alex, this is your new baby brother: Brian Andrew Potter." He gestured for Sam to sit cross-legged and softly placed the newborn in her lap. She beamed at him.
"He's so cute." She whispered.
"It's about time he decided to come out." Alex muttered, leaning over his sister's shoulder to see Brian.
Sam would have elbowed him in the ribs, as was her custom, but she instead had to settle for sticking her tongue out at him.
The baby wriggled slightly and started whimpering. Harry was about to take him, when Alex reached over and let his brother grasp his finger. Brian gurgled a bit, then settled back down to sleep.
"Woah, strong grip." Alex commented, marvelling at the tiny fist closed around his pinky. "Can I hold him?"
Harry smiled and gently took the baby from Sam and put him in his brother's lap instead. "There you go."
"He's so light." Alex said quietly. "Maybe he'll be a Seeker when he's bigger."
Draco had woken up and Harry was sitting next to him, holding his hand. "What to you think, the dark-haired man asked? The perfect family?"
Draco nodded and smiled tiredly. Then he raised an eyebrow, smirked, looked up at his husband and whispered, "I still say you're having another one."
Harry blanched.
The room was cold, though not unbearable, which was how he liked it. He stood regally, staring out at his estate, rich with the fruits of late summer growing right up to the walls of the mansion. One slender hand held a snake-head walking stick, which had the sole purpose of making him look imposing, and was rarely used to help his balance.
He turned his head as a sharp knock sounded on the oaken doors. "Enter!"
A servant entered, cowering slightly. "We have news from the insider at St Mungo's, my lord."
A slender blond eyebrow arched. "And?"
"Your son, sir. He's given birth to another child. Brian, I believe his name is."
A sneer was the only sign of emotion the regal man displayed. "Brian. Filthy Muggle name. I would have thought Draco to have more taste. However, this suits my purposes anyway. I can always get the boy's name changed."
"Will you be needing anything, sir?"
"No." Lucius Malfoy said, turning back to the window. "Leave me."
The servant bowed and left.
YAY! End of another chapter!
Thank you to ALL MY REVIEWERS for sticking with this story through all my hiatuses.
Special thanks and notes go to:
Jackie Malfoy: Thanks! I love your stories too! Everyone go read all Jackie's stuff! Especially "Beating the Odds!"
Khaki-Blue-Socks: Sorry for all the swearing... but he was giving birth... it seemed that's what he'd be saying. I get like that when I stub my toe. If you want to blame someone, blame my muse, Joshua. He has a foul mouth. Comes from all the smoking. (Joshua: HEY!)
SilverStardust Angel: Huggles Glad you read this at last!
To all of you who I didn't thank, THANK YOU ANYWAY! You're all amazing people! Hands out boxes of Quality Street to everyone.
Author's Notes: OK, no more suspense! I'm sorry! I'm working three jobs! (Assistant florist, chalkboard artist and PA for two companies). I've been busy. But here's the next chapter!
Harry Potter and the Rise of Darkness. Chapter 5: Brian.
"Why isn't he crying?" Draco demanded again. "Tell me! What's wrong?" He was gripping Harry's hand tightly and biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. "Harry, can you see? What's wrong with our son?"
An irritated, exasperated and slightly amused voice sounded from the foot of the bed. "Oh will you two shut up? He's got fluid in his mouth, is all. I'm just cleaning it out and...there."
An indignant wail filled the room and Draco's face cracked into a smile. Nurse Grittle, beaming, handed them the baby, before casting a spell to remove the afterbirth and do a general clean up so the birth charm would wear off the young man.
Harry and Draco, however, were oblivious to the nurse, only having eyes for their newborn son. He had stopped crying upon being put in Draco's arms and was now staring unfocusedly up at his fathers. His eyes, naturally, were a deep blue that would likely lighten as he got older. He was almost bald, save for a fine slivery fluff that covered his scalp. As his dads dotingly watched, he gave a yawn and snuggled down in his powder blue blanket, one tiny fist poking out, resting against his chin.
"So which name do you think suits him most now?" Harry asked in a whisper, referring to the list of names he and Draco had made. The two had been unable to decide and had opted to wait until they saw him, in the hope that the name would leap out at them.
"Draco looked down at the baby and ran a thumb along a pale, almost invisible eyebrow, before caressing the soft skin with his whole hand. He gave a soft smile and said, "Brian."
"Brian? No middle name?" Harry asked, resting his hands on Draco's shoulder.
"Hmm...you choose." Draco said, meeting the eyes of his husband.
"How about Andrew?" Harry asked.
Draco nodded and smiled, looking back to his son sleeping in his arms. "Andrew...I like that. He gently placed a kiss on the little boy's forehead. "Welcome to the world, Brian Andrew Potter."
Sometime after midnight, about half-an-hour after Brian's birth, Harry walked, tired yet elated, to the waiting room to find his older children sound asleep on two of the chairs, which had magically expanded to accommodate their sleeping forms. Someone, probably one of the nurses, had thought to cover them with blankets. Though loath to wake them, Harry knew they'd never forgive him if he didn't, so he kneeled down and shook Sam's shoulder gently.
The nine-year-old girl blinked up at him. "Dad?" She sat up quickly then. "What's going on? Is Daddy okay? What about the baby?" Next to her, Alex stirred and pushed himself up on his hands. Upon gaining the gist of the conversation, he too began bombarding his father with questions.
Harry held up his hand to stem the outburst. "Daddy's fine, and so's your baby brother. In fact, I was just coming out to bring you to them."
Sam squealed and jumped to her feet, dragging Alex with her. Laughing, Harry took one of their hands in each of his and led them over to Draco's rooms. Before entering, Nurse Grittle (Grumbling all the time how irregular it was to have children in a maternity ward and failing to see the irony in this) cast a cleansing spell on them and said she'd give them ten minutes only.
Virtually bouncing with excitement, Sam and Alex, followed closely by Harry, entered the room and grinned at the sight of their daddy, sound asleep, cradling a tiny blue bundle in his arms. Sam sat herself gently at the foot of the bed, Alex finding a spot next to her. Harry, smiling broadly, took the baby from Draco and held him close to the older two.
"Sam, Alex, this is your new baby brother: Brian Andrew Potter." He gestured for Sam to sit cross-legged and softly placed the newborn in her lap. She beamed at him.
"He's so cute." She whispered.
"It's about time he decided to come out." Alex muttered, leaning over his sister's shoulder to see Brian.
Sam would have elbowed him in the ribs, as was her custom, but she instead had to settle for sticking her tongue out at him.
The baby wriggled slightly and started whimpering. Harry was about to take him, when Alex reached over and let his brother grasp his finger. Brian gurgled a bit, then settled back down to sleep.
"Woah, strong grip." Alex commented, marvelling at the tiny fist closed around his pinky. "Can I hold him?"
Harry smiled and gently took the baby from Sam and put him in his brother's lap instead. "There you go."
"He's so light." Alex said quietly. "Maybe he'll be a Seeker when he's bigger."
Draco had woken up and Harry was sitting next to him, holding his hand. "What to you think, the dark-haired man asked? The perfect family?"
Draco nodded and smiled tiredly. Then he raised an eyebrow, smirked, looked up at his husband and whispered, "I still say you're having another one."
Harry blanched.
The room was cold, though not unbearable, which was how he liked it. He stood regally, staring out at his estate, rich with the fruits of late summer growing right up to the walls of the mansion. One slender hand held a snake-head walking stick, which had the sole purpose of making him look imposing, and was rarely used to help his balance.
He turned his head as a sharp knock sounded on the oaken doors. "Enter!"
A servant entered, cowering slightly. "We have news from the insider at St Mungo's, my lord."
A slender blond eyebrow arched. "And?"
"Your son, sir. He's given birth to another child. Brian, I believe his name is."
A sneer was the only sign of emotion the regal man displayed. "Brian. Filthy Muggle name. I would have thought Draco to have more taste. However, this suits my purposes anyway. I can always get the boy's name changed."
"Will you be needing anything, sir?"
"No." Lucius Malfoy said, turning back to the window. "Leave me."
The servant bowed and left.
YAY! End of another chapter!
Thank you to ALL MY REVIEWERS for sticking with this story through all my hiatuses.
Special thanks and notes go to:
Jackie Malfoy: Thanks! I love your stories too! Everyone go read all Jackie's stuff! Especially "Beating the Odds!"
Khaki-Blue-Socks: Sorry for all the swearing... but he was giving birth... it seemed that's what he'd be saying. I get like that when I stub my toe. If you want to blame someone, blame my muse, Joshua. He has a foul mouth. Comes from all the smoking. (Joshua: HEY!)
SilverStardust Angel: Huggles Glad you read this at last!
To all of you who I didn't thank, THANK YOU ANYWAY! You're all amazing people! Hands out boxes of Quality Street to everyone.