A quiet afternoon.

Inside the apartment of Katrina's family, she sat on the floor with her Potions textbook while working on some extra credit. Potions came to her easily with Draco teaching her the art at an early age (though he had insisted that some of the genes had kicked in as well).

She skimmed through the chapter twenty-nine. Draco Malfoy lounged in a chair nearby and her brother Wesley was entranced in a textbook as well-despite being only ten, it didn't stop him from getting a head start on the first-years by stealing some of Katrina's older textbooks. She looked up and glanced him, at his short untidy jet black hair sticking up on his head exactly like her Father's had. In fact, he was the exact copy of Harry Potter except for the eyes (and missing the bad vision). They had a very strange quality to them, silvery and many flecks of blue splattered all over the iris.

He turned the page, his eyes gleaming, and the tip of his tongue strayed in the corner of his mouth giving him a comical look to him. Wesley caught her staring at him and frowned, "What's your problem?"

Katrina saw Draco was looking at them both and she replied evenly, "I was just thinking...about how much you looked like Dad." Wesley smiled after a moment.

"But you've got his eyes."

Draco smiled along with him. "Wes has got a point, Katrina."

She chuckled, getting up to join Draco. Wesley got up as well and sat between them. Wesley blinked his silvery-blue eyes at Draco.

"I was curious... you see, I looked through my textbook-"

Katrina raised an eyebrow.

"You mean, MY textbook." Wesley pushed her off the couch and she yelped, falling on her bottom.

He continued, "I was looking at the history of male pregnancy. I mean, you never told me about how Dad got pregnant with us and how he could have us."

Katrina gave her full attention to Draco who pursed his lips together, "Well, we weren't too sure how to explain it to you."

Wesley persisted, "We're listening now."

Katrina nodded quickly. Draco eyed them and sighed, "I suppose it was time we had this talk." He rubbed his temples. "We weren't sure how your Dad could get pregnant until it was too late. In fact, no one could guess that anything like that could happen. Male pregnancies are extremely rare and there is a great risk that both the carrier and baby cam die. How it happened...when two powerful beings create such a union, the end result could be a life form. Madam Pomfrey explained that your Dad and I were indeed powerful beings and our magic mixed to establish life. It made sense at the time and satisfied me. Your Dad knew more about it then I did since Susan Bones explained everything to him, to prepare him for what he was getting into. Everything else I know you both know and that you are the only surviving births of male pregnancies in the history of wizardkind, and that somehow, your Dad could carry you in his body.."

Wesley blurted out, "Sso is that like being born through a-?" Katrina slapped a hand over his mouth rudely.

"Without being blunt, yes, your Father was missing the female necessaries of the requirements to give birth." It was the first time Katrina had seen Draco so embarrassed, a faint glow of pink that ran along his ivory cheekbones. He ruffled Wesley's hair in a similar way that Harry would do to his daughter, "Is that all?"

Wesley grinned, "Yep."

Relief shone in the man's features.

xxx

Katrina landed inside her Pensive and looked upon the settings of the memory.

Torches flickered quietly in the Hospital Wing as the major source of light. One bed in particular shone with a faint wash of luminosity. She gazed upon herself at age nine, lying unmoving in one of the cots. Harry Potter clutched at her ivory hand, gently brushing the hair off her face and murmuring, "Why did you do that kiddo? I told you that it wasn't safe to do that dive." It registered. When she was nine, she had been playing Quiddich and did a trick that wouldn't be able to suit her balance.

She had landed herself on the cold hard ground and straight into the hospital wing with a moderate head concussion. Everyone had said she was in a coma for a month and she had awoke to her Dad's comforted smile. She watched on as Harry stroked her hand and whispered, "I should have watched you more closely. You definitely have guts, I'll admit." Tears shone behind his glasses and in his bright green eyes. Harry choked, "You have to wake up, Kat. Everyone needs you. Dray's worried himself silly. He's driving me crazy, kiddo. I miss you, I miss your curiosity, I miss your smile. Did you know it lights up the entire room when you walk in? If you didn't, you do now. And who is going to show Wes how to fly? That's your job, I'll allow no one but you to teach him. You're an absolute natural... better than me..."

His fingers lingered across the bruise on her forehead and he tenderly kissed it and then over small rippled scar on the side of her chin. He frowned. "You didn't deserve all of these horrible things to happen to you." The present Kat gingerly touched her own scar. He pleaded quietly, "Please wake up, kiddo...please..."

Katrina felt herself being sucked out and she stumbled out of the Pensive, stumbling back. She got up, deeply confused. It felt as if someone had forced her out of the memory. Thoroughly shaken, Katrina headed to bed.