The sky was a brilliant blue and clear of any puffy clouds as a cool breeze carried itself around. A lonely figure sat near an open window, listening to the sounds of laughter and zooming of brooms. Harry placed a fist under his chin and sighed. He missed it. Missed playing his most favorite wizarding sport: Quiddich.

The wind whipping through his hair, blasting in his face.

That carefree feeling in his stomach when flying high above everyone else. The cheers of everyone' it pumped him up. Harry had every intention of grab a broom and go out to the pitch to play. But in his condition...it would be too dangerous. He looked around the empty room, Draco was somewhere with Hermione, and Katrina was at the daycare center. His fingers drummed against the nearby table and Harry slammed down his hand, getting up and pacing. His boredom was driving him mad.

A knock came from the front door and Harry thankfully answered. Ron was dressed in Quiddich robes, had a slender cylinder case in his hand, and held out two brooms. "You busy?"

Harry shook his head, grinning. "No way."

Ron nodded, handing him one and asking, "I knew you'd be itching to get your hands on a broom. Would it be alright if we played?"

Harry said mildly, "No problem," walking outside with his best friend. It felt wonderful to be the sun and see all these families playing together.

Groups of wizards and witches sat in the stands and few people actually flew in the field. Harry took off on the broom and felt the fantastic feeling in his stomach once more, Ron following after him. They flew around and Ron opened the slender case, enchanting a few tennis balls that were inside and releasing a Snitch. Harry swooped , trying to catch them and discovered he was still good Several people watched him and applauded. "Looks like we got an audience, Harry!"

He shook his head, smiling and looked down.

"RONALD WEASLEY! HARRY POTTER!"

Hermione and Draco stood below them, with expressions of concern and anger. Hermione shrilled as both men flew down, "WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING! RON, WHY ARE YOU LETTING HIM FLY AROUND?.! HARRY, DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S DANGEROUS TO BE FLYING IN YOUR CONDITION!.?"

Harry protested, "I was going insane, Hermione! I needed this! I really did!" Draco had not said anything and Harry turned to him, frowning, "I'm sorry if I worried you."

"It's just...if something happened to you and the baby... I couldn't handle it."

Harry got off his broom and brought his lover close, "I won't get hurt." He kissed Draco's gladly receiving mouth and breathed, "I had fun and now, I'm done. We can just enjoy the nice weather, can't we?" Draco nodded, a smile on his lips. Ron brought an arm around Hermione and they smirked.

The hairs on the back of Harry's neck prickled with apprehension. He looked up and watched, as in slow motion, as a released Bludger dodged it way over to a young girl bumbling on her broomstick. She was facing the other way and was unaware of the danger she was. A shriek echoed through the air as someone nearby saw it on the collision course. Harry was already on his over. He picked up speed, silently yelling: "Come on! Come on!" Someone had shouted his name and Harry yanked the girl out of the Bludger's path by the back of her robes. It hit his side then rocketed away. Both Harry and the screaming girl fell a few feet down onto the group.

The people on the stands began climbing down to get a closer look as others on brooms touched down. Out of the crowd, Draco pushed through and went to Harry's side. Harry laid in the field, awake and looking unharmed. Draco asked softly, knitting his brows, "Harry, oh Merlin, are you alright? Why did you do that?"

He murmured dazedly, "Had to..."

The girl with bright red curls hauled herself up with the help of a woman nearby. She looked at Harry and began crying. A drizzle of bright red blood emerged from the corner of Harry's mouth. Draco began screaming at the crowd, "GET HELP, SOMEONE!"

The woman murmured something like a prayer and the girl kept crying. Harry tugged his sleeve, his face screwing up in pain, "The baby..."

Draco brushed back his bangs, swallowing hard. "You'll be fine." Hermione appeared and magically created a stretcher that took Harry away. After checking him out thoroughly at the hospital, she concluded that Harry would just fine. A large bruise on his side, a scrape or so from the fall, the blood in his mouth had been from biting his tongue, and the baby was just fine. Relieved, Ron and Draco let out the breathes they had been holding in. As it got dark, Draco dragged himself from the Great Hall for dinner(under Hermione's orders) to visit Harry. He entered. The hospital wing was alit with candlelight and a small outlive sat by Harry's bed.

He was deeply asleep, and Katrina watched him, holding his hand. She looked down, her emerald eyes filling with tears.

"I love you Daddy. I'll try my best to be good and help you with stuff. Cause, you're the only Daddy I ever knew. I love Dray too. I only wish I knew him before. I know you blame yourself for Mummy and James's death, but it wasn't your fault. They were taken from us..." She said sobbing, "It wasn't fair; if I could, I would have saved them. I only have you and Dray...and I won't let you guys be taken away too. I promise."

Katrina leaned over and kissed her father's forehead, her eyes flickering beneath the stream of tears. Draco felt tears on his own face and left.