A/N: I love reviews! Thank you all! Not a bad word about the story yet, which I find surprising. I hate to admit this but I really don't think of myself as a good writer (mostly because of an old teacher but we're not going to talk about that), but I'm glad all of you out there that have reviewed think so.
I don't think this chapter is some of my better writing and I'm sorry about that, but it's the best I could do with this part of the story. The next part will be better, I promise.
I'm going to start working on the next chapter as soon as I get this posted, so as long I as I keep getting a healthy amount of reviews, I'll have it posted sooner then you think. (smiles)

Now Enjoy!

Draco ran from the living room on the first floor, to his room on the third floor of the Manor. Breathing hard, he went over to his desk and held his hand over the surface. He frowned trying to remember how to say the word he wanted to. Using the elf kind's language was not something he'd had to do in many years, and even when he had been using it, he'd never been extremely good at it. Finally he whispered what he hoped was the right word, anxiously watching.

It started out as a dark spot on the already dark top of the desk, but then it changed to a deep blue color, spreading out. It took the shape of a square in the very middle of the desk, before the wood in the area that was covered with deep blue, warped and slowly rose up and out of the surface. Large drops of deep blue color, dripped off the square and hissed as it hit the surface of desk below, and Draco watched it carefully, until all the color had dripped off leaving only a crystal box.

"Good," the blonde mumbled taking the box out of the air. He backed away from the desk as the hole in the top slowly started to fill back in. Afraid of losing another moment, Draco went over to the fireplace in his room, and grabbed a handful of floo powder, "Hogwarts Hospital Wing!"

Harry stared at his son who had removed himself from Draco's son's lap, "Why were you kissing his father? You're suppose to be enemies!" Chris whispered angrily, glaring at his father. "Just answer the question! Why were you kissing him?"

"We started out as enemies, then became friends, and from there lovers," he tried, hoping that would be enough for now, but knowing it wasn't.

"You must be the one my father said he had to give up because of the war!" Weber said, shocked. "The love he spoke of…it was you, wasn't it?"

"Does mother know about this?" the ebony haired boy asked.

The raven haired man lowered his eyes, "Of course she knows. Your mother married me to keep me alive. I was a hero. Hero's don't kill themselves, by cutting their wrists in old abandoned buildings."

Professor McGonagall gasped, "What? Harry?" She laid a hand on his arm, "You were…when we couldn't find you for those months you were…"

Weber wasn't at all shocked though, "Because of my father or because of what you saw?"

Harry looked at Weber, "A little of both, I suppose. I loved your father then and even more now. At that time...I thought he was dead, like a lot of other people," Harry paused, glancing down, not able to look anyone in the eye for a few moments, "He didn't come back until a year after the war and by then, I was married to Victoria, and she was pregnant with Chris."

"That doesn't change the fact that my mother is in a hospital dieing and you are off with someone else!" Chris rubbed furiously at his eyes, "She's not even dead and you're…you're…"

"She told me to," Harry said, turning to look his son in the eye, "Do you think I would be doing this otherwise? No matter what you think of me Chris, I wouldn't just leave your mother like that. I have you and your sisters because of her. I'm alive because of her! She wants me to be comforted by the one I should have married in the first place. Draco's mother died from the same thing your mother has now! He understands."

To this, no one said anything. Weber did, however, move to Chris's side and took one of his hands in his. Silvery grey eyes met emerald. No words were needed in this exchange of feelings, because somehow both boys could easily read each other's eyes. They'd be there for each other.

Just then, the fireplace erupted and Draco stepped out easily, undoing his cloak with one hand as he strode over to the hospital bed everyone was still gathered around. He pressed the cloak into Harry's chest and opened the crystal box in his hands. A pure white, soft glow came from inside, causing the blonde to smile.
He reached inside and pulled out a clear crystal sun, on a white gold chain, that was about the size of a half dollar. The middle of the sun was very small, because of the overly large rays, but instead of being crystal like the rest of it, the middle was made of a brilliant white gold that looked to be the source of the glowing.

Draco reached over, holding it out to Chris, "Put it on him."

Chris took the crystal from Draco, much to Harry's surprise and carefully slipped it around Alex's neck, "What is it?"

"Elfin magic," the blonde man said, smiling wistfully.

Professor McGonagall, however was frowning, "Very powerful Elfin magic…How did you come to own something like that?"

"It was a gift…"

"Mr. Malfoy, elves do not just give away things like that," she said pointing to glowing crystal, "to wizards. I will ask you again where did you get that?"

"Does that matter?" he asked angrily, "And it really was a gift, who from and where is none of your business Professor. The fact that I would let you use it to save someone, is all that matters now."

Alex meanwhile was opening his eyes slowly, groaning very softly. He reached up with one of his hands and grasped the sun weakly, "Where did you get this from? Only special humans who visit a Wood often and for long periods of time are given these. I've never even seen one in real life before."

"My father had it," Weber said, looking up at his dad as he said it. He turned back to Alex, "Will it save you?"

Weakly the elf boy nodded, "Yes. It's made to fill a person with Elfin magic, so they can stay in a Wood and not be turned into something foul. It's made for a human though, so it will time for me to absorb enough pure magic back into my body but…I will live now," he turned his head to look at Draco, "Thank you."

"Your Welcome," he said smiling again, "This gesture though will only pay back a small part of the debt that I owe your kind."

Alex smiled, "You would be surprised, Mr. Malfoy."

McGonagall looked over them all before deciding it was time for the parents and children to actually meet properly and do a little explaining to each other, "I think it would be best if we allowed Mr. Zales to get some rest."

Chris nodded, turning to glare at his father, "Yes and you owe us an explanation!"

"You didn't tell them anything while I was gone?" Draco asked, glancing at his son who was shaking his head.

"I didn't want you miss all the fun," Harry said, trying not to let on he was scared to actually tell someone about their relationship.

"You mean you didn't want to screw up and say something stupid. I think you're scared to tell them," Draco smirked, turning to walk out of the hospital wing.

"I am not!" Harry yelled going after him, followed by Weber who was smirking.

"Come on Chris. I think they're about to get into a fight."

"I hope not!" McGonagall said passing the both of them, "They already had one outside earlier in front of half the student body! I don't need another one in the actual halls of the school!"

The ebony haired boy looked surprised for a moment before following after everyone else. He couldn't believe this was happening. His father, the one who defeated the reincarnation of all that was evil, not just once, but eight times, was gay. Not only that, but he was in love with the father of the boy he was in love with.
Chris looked up at Weber's back, that was just in front of him. The young blonde had already mentioned to him that if they became brothers, they were over. Weather he had been joking or not at the time, Chris was unsure of. The only thing he was sure of was that he didn't want to find out.

"Chris?" Weber had turned around to look at him, wondering what was keeping the dark haired boy. "Why are you walking so slow? We might miss them fighting if-"

"I can't do it," he mumbled. "I refuse to."

"Chris?" the blonde walked back to him, "Can't do what? What are you refusing?"

Looking into Weber's silver eyes he shook his head, "We're going to become brothers."

"You don't know that," the other boy said softly, "I mean, they could be just doing this to make you and I not want to be together, and it's working, for you at least."

"They didn't know we were together! How can they just agree so perfectly like that if they aren't really seeing each other?"

"We managed to do it!" Weber hissed, angrily. He closed his eyes trying to calm himself, "Why are you being so negative?"

Chris's eyes were starting to water, "Because I don't want to lose you!"

"You won't lose me, because…this is all a joke. It has to be. My father-"

"Your father just kissed my father on the cheek a few minutes ago. He also didn't fight in the war because, from what I understand, he had a male lover on the side of the light, that was very high up, and he didn't want to himself, or that man to be killed."

Weber sighed lowering his head, "So what? That doesn't mean it was your dad!"

"Didn't you hear him? That was not an easy lie to make up! It also explains why my father has ignored me all this time," a tear rolled down Chris's cheek, but he was smiling, "I remind him of his lover!"

"You don't know that either!"

"You said yourself that I remind you of you father! I'm going to lose you Web!" he shook his head sadly, more tears running down his face, "No…worse then that. You're already lost. You're my brother," Chris turned around to see his father, and Draco giving him worried looks, along with Professor McGonagall, "I hope you're happy, father. Not only did you manage to ignore me, and trade love off for gifts when I was a child, but you also had to take my boyfriend too. Best punishment yet…" he turned and went off down a side hall, Weber close at his heels.

"Weber!" Draco yelled.

The blonde boy stopped, watching helplessly as the ebony haired boy disappeared around a corner.

"Let him be," his father said softly.

"He needs me!" Weber snapped back, glaring at his father, "I broke the number one 'Malfoy Rule' and I fell in love! You said you wanted me to be different from you, so let me go!"

Harry's face darkened, "You're only 11."

"I love him!" Weber yelled back. The crackling sound in the air of the corridor, and the heavy feeling of gathered magic were sure signs that he was serious, if not dangerous.

The Headmistress was surprised to say the least, "Mr. Malfoy, please…calm yourself."

"No! You will not take him from me!" there was a distinct cracking noise of stone around the boy coming from the walls, and at his feet, the floor had started to spilt open sligthly.

"We're not going to take him from you," Draco said keeping himself as calm as possible.Children were like wild animals; they could smell emotions. "I just believe he needs some time to himself."

Weber glared at his father, "He needs someone to hold him! All his father's ever done is leave him alone! He's had enough time by himself!"

Draco frowned and looked to Harry, who avoided his eyes, "Alright…if you think it will help him…go."

Leaving a flurry of robes, the young blonde stormed off after the other boy, leave the three adults in the hall.

"They're only 11!" Harry whined, finally looking at Draco, "They can't really be in love!"

"If that's not love I don't know what is," Minerva said, looking at them both, "Magic like that can not be summoned by anyone unless there is a strong feeling behind it, and righteous anger alone, isn't enough."

Draco nodded, "True, but they've only known each other for 3 days. How is it even possible for feelings that deep to be made in such a short amount of time?"

"It's not," she said looking down, sighing deeply. "I feared this would happen, but I was not sure at the time when you ran away Mr. Malfoy, and I hope I am wrong now. Sadly though, I do not think there is any other explanation."

"For what?" Harry asked. "What are you talking about?"

She looked around the empty hall, "I think it would be better if we spoke of these matters in a more private place. The Room of Requirement is near. Follow me."

Edward sat uneasily on the side of his bed, ready to dive under it if one of the Zabini's came back. His new and past experiences were waging a war inside him and all he had for council was his stuffed dragon Zoomer.

On the one hand he wanted to go back out into the garden and try to fly on the broom again, because he knew when he got home that he wouldn't be allowed to learn to ride. His mother would come and take it away from him, even if his daddy had promised him that she wouldn't bother him any more. He also wanted to eat in the dinning room again, and sit by the fire and listen to stories, like he had the night before.

The other hand though, was filled with dark memories of pain and consistent yelling. Being way from the safety of the dark underside of the bed, meant he could be easily hit and called names. He could be left bleeding on the floor of the beautiful dinning room, or in front of the fire, so close his skin burned.

"What should I do Zoomer?" he asked softly, wishing the dragon would answer him.

He looked to the door that lead out into the hallway, really wanting to go outside of his room and explore around the house. He wanted to go and hide out behind things and listen to the Zabini's talk about him, when they thought he wasn't around, like he did with his mommy and daddy.

Edward frowned, softly to himself. Why couldn't he do that here? He was good at sneaking around, and if one of them started to go check on him, he was sure he could get back to his room before they got there and noticed he wasn't.

Sliding off the bed Edward quickly hide Zoomer in the bottom of his trunk, silently promising him he'd be back, and tell him all about what he'd heard from the two grown-ups.

Edward went to the door and opened it silently, peeking out around the edge, making sure neither of them were coming. After making sure the coast was clear, he slipped out, shutting his door just as silently as he'd opened it. He then darted into a shadow of a potted plant, holding his breath, again making sure no one was around.

He continued like this all the way down the stairs and into the dinning room, where he found Blaise leaned over the table, his elbows resting on it's smooth, dark surface, his head in his hands.

Remaining hidden away behind a suit of armor, Edward watched him, until he saw Nicole come out of the kitchen with a mug of coffee.

"Honey drink something. He'll be alright," she soothed.

"What if he won't be though? I didn't mean to yell at him Nicy!" Blaise's voice was off key, and he was rubbing the heel of his hands into his eyes.

"He doesn't know that. He's just a little boy."

Blaise shook his head, "What if I mess up with our children like this?! They're hate me just like he does. I'll never get to hold them, or teach them how to fly or-"

"Edward will forgive you Honey, and our children will love you," she ran a hand over his back.

"No they won't! I'm not meant to be a father! You might as well go look for someone else to help you raise…our baby," Blaise whispered, laying a hand on Nicole's stomach.

"Oh Blaise…" she whispered, "Why are you acting like this?"

The man looked up has his wife with a painful expression, "Because I know what it's like! I had a pureblooded family too! My father would beat me over and over again for just breathing too much!" He stared into his wife's eyes, "That look on his face, felt just like when……God!" Burying his face into his wife's arms he cried, "I don't want anyone to feel like that!"

Edward watched from his hiding spot very confused. Someone else had a life like his? This man had been hurt too? Did he sometimes run and hide under his bed even now? Slowly Edward came out of hiding and walked in complete silence over to the crying man.

Nicole didn't see him until he was a few feet in front of her, but she acted like she hadn't seen the little boy at all yet. She brushed her husbands hair softly, trying to calm away the memories, she hadn't even known he had.

Standing before the man he reached out and tugged on his pants leg, hoping he was doing the right thing, "I'm sorry."

Blaise looked up, his reddened eyes looking to the young boy, "Edward?"

"Don't be scared. You can hide under the bed with me. Your daddy can't hurt you there, 'cause he won't be able to find you," the little blonde boy said, meaning every word.

"You want me to hide with you? Even after I yelled at you earlier?"

Edward frowned, "Weber gets mad too. He yells at me because mommy yells at him. He doesn't mean it. He loves me too. Like daddy."

Reaching out he cupped the small boy's cheek, and when he didn't flinch away Blaise slid out of his chair and embraced him, "I'm so sorry! I'll never do it again I promise!"

At first, Edward stiffened in surprise, but after a few moment's he relaxed and snuggled into the man's chest, "Ok."

A/N: Like I mentioned before, the more reviews I get, the faster I'll update this...story. It all rests in your hands now.