Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I'm starting college classes on Monday and I won't be able to put out much in the way of chapters quickly so you'll just have to wait for them.

Thank you to all the people who reviewed and asked about what was taking so long. I'm glad to know someone cares about this story.

I'm also thinking about doing another story from this one, but I don't know. Thoughts, ideas, and of course plot bunnies are always welcome. Let me hear what you want.

Enjoy!

When they reached the hospital wing, both fathers were relieved to find that the Nurse, had indeed, been smart enough to put them in the same bed. Weber was protectively cuddled around Chris, groaning and forcing his forehead into the mattress, trying in vain to ease the pounding.

"Something is wrong with your son Mr. Potter," she broke to him gently, as the two men watched their sons, "I feel the bond they have is still there, but Christopher has literally locked himself up. He's not giving off any magic for Mr. Malfoy's son, or taking any that the young man is giving off. I was hoping you would know what to do since you are one of the best Healers, St. Mungo's has to offer."

Harry shook his head, "I don't know. I've never seen or heard of someone who could reject a bond completely. Besides I'm at my best when dealing with magical wounds. I don't know enough about-"

Draco rested his hand, on the raven haired man's arm, "It's alright Harry. We'll think of something."

But, the only thing they could think of to do at the time, was to keep Weber alive. By letting him feed off of Draco's magic, like he did while he was growing up, they could contact St. Mungo's and see if anyone there knew of something they could do.

That was over an hour ago, and they were still waiting for a reply. Draco was dozing off, his son curled up against him, was in a light sleep as well. Harry was across the room, awake, but he had his eyes closed, holding his lifeless son tightly. The nurse was in her office with Professor Snape, arguing about using a barrier dissolving potion on Chris as a last resort and the Headmistress was in her office, reading through tomes of information relating to human bonds.

In other words, they out of options. They were simply watching the life of two boys slip through their fingers, and there didn't seem to be anything that could stop it.

Weber gave a labored sigh, blinking open his scratchy eyes weakly. His head was still pounding steadily, but at a bearable level. As he became more aware, he found that he was nestled against something warm, but it wasn't Chris.

"Chris?!"

The person holding him jumped, apparently coming awake, "Shh...he's alright for now," a familiar voice whispered against the top of his head.

Pulling out of the comforting embrace, Weber gazed up at the face of his father, "Chris?"

"His father is with him, holding him as I am you," Draco said, pulling the boy back into his chest, "He is very ill."

"Please! Chris..." Weber sobbed, his head pounding uncomfortably again.

The blonde man sighed, "I know, I know. It's a absence of magic flowing between the two of you that you're feeling. You body is going through withdrawal."

"Need Chris..."

"Yes I know, but he's not emitting any magic, or taking on any of yours into his system. You'll have to live with me, until someone can get him to produce or give off magic."

Weber squeezed his eyes shut, whimpering, "Hurts."

Draco looked over at Harry, who was sitting at the head of his son's bed, with the dark haired youth cuddled limply in his arms, "Yes, it does."

"What's wrong with us?" Weber managed.

"After you went off to find Chris, we went with the headmistress, and discussed what should be done about the two of you. We realized that something Harry and I did before the war, caused an extraordinary magical happening. Unfortunately, it's effects showed up in you and Chris."

The blonde boy snorted softly, rubbing his forehead painfully into his father's chest in an attempt to ease the pain, "What?"

"The magic in Harry's body and mine thought that we could never be together, even though we desperately wanted to be. So when Harry got his wife pregnant with Chris, my attitude, magic, and everything but my memories, was copied into the him when he was made inside of his mother. The same thing happened to you, when I got Pansy pregnant, only you have Harry's attitude, magic...everything."

"Ok to love Chris now?"

The man nodded, "More then ok. Weber, if you want to live much longer, you have to finish the bond with him. Both of you will perish if you don't. Harry and I have to finish ours too."

"But-"

"Shhhhh. I know you don't want to bond to your soon to be brother, but you have no choice."

"W-w-when?"

"As soon as he's stable enough, Harry and I will help you perform the spell, but he's got to start taking some magic in, from either you or his father."

Weber closed his eyes, briefly before opening half way again, shaking his head, "He can't. Doesn't know how, Doesn't want to, because...'cause his daddy close...wants me..."

"Son, the only reason you are awake now is because I'm giving off bond magic that your body will take in. You'll pass out again if you-"

"Wants me!"

When Draco looked up Harry was gazing back at him, shaking his head, tears threatening to spill down his cheeks, "He's not-?!"

"No...but-" the raven haired man dropped his head down to bury his face in his son's hair, "I'm going to lose them both, Draco. First Victoria and now..."

The blonde man got to his feet, carefully carrying his heavy son over to the other bed, "You are not going to lose them both!" He set his son down beside Chris on Harry's lap, causing the other man to squirm comfortably, "Stop moving!"

"They're not feathers!" Harry complained sniffling, scooting over so most of Weber could lay on the bed itself, and not on his leg.

Weber reached out feebly, grabbing almost blindly at Chris's body, "Chris!"

Harry let the blonde boy, pulled his son off his lap, and watched as he slowly moved Chris's limbs so he was curled up in a ball. Weber then pulled him into his chest, placing small kisses on his face, while he enclosed his arms around him.

"Leave!" the young blonde snapped as best he could at Harry.

"But he's my son!"

Draco placed a hand on his knee, "Remember how I was around my father?"

Nodding, Harry slid off the bed, and made his way out of the hospital wing, head bowed in thought.

Once Weber felt Harry leave the room he started whispering in Chris's ear. When he finished he, waited a few moments and then tried again.

"Is something wrong?"

The older blonde looked up and saw the elfin boy from earlier, standing at the end of the bed in a hospital gown, "Chris closed down his end of their bond. I think he's given up ever being with his mate," Draco let out a sigh, looking back down at the boys, before turning to elf again. "Shouldn't you be in bed still?"

"Probably, but they saved my life. I want to return the favor," the golden parts of his eyes swirled as if they were liquid.

Draco smirked, thinking carefully before answering, "{You are not strong enough,}" he managed in elvish, "And even if you were, that magic is well beyond your years."

Alex smirked, his eyes falling to the figures on the bed, "I was not speaking of that. I was thinking of another way."

"There is no other way."

"Chris is you, and you are Chris. How did this start?" the white blonde asked.

Draco raised his head, frowning at the elf, "An altered communication spell, that became a binding spell with-" he stopped and stared that the boy, "You knew?"

"I was told about it by the Lord of the Wood, himself. That is one of the reasons I was sent to Hogwarts. I have to help your son. It is our fault you did not mate with Harry Potter to begin with. My Lord waited too long. Had he not, you would never have known about the spell that now has become permanent part of your body, and his. That is why you are no not ill now. The binding spell is a weak bond. Harry is already your husband, in a sense. He has been for many, many years."

The Malfoy heir chuckled softly, "You don't sound like an 11 year old."

"I have been given my...wisdom back for awhile, so that I might help you and the one that slew the reincarnation of evil," his eyes flashed lightly.

Draco sighed, "What do I have to do?"

"You only need cast the same spell that now binds Harry and you together. I will do the rest," Alex said, his golden orbs floating down to watch the two boys.

Drawing a deep breath, Draco took his wand from the pocket of his trousers and held it over his son's head.

There was a bright flash of white light at the tip of his wand, just before an almost liquid-like thin, glowing white line, fell from the end of his wand, like a spider from it's web. Draco let it drop, so it came to rest on the side of his son's forehead. It only rested there a moment before passing through the boy's flesh and bone. When the blonde man was sure the end of the line had indeed been secured in place in his son's mind, he pulled his wand over to the other boy's forehead and repeated the process.

"There," the heir mumbled, severing the end that was still connected to his wand, watching it seep into Chris's skin, "the communication link is in place." He watched for a moment until the glowing line between their foreheads became invisible, before he moved out of the way, giving Alex all the room he needed.

"Weber is the strongest?"

"Yes."

The elf looked up at Draco, "I need to take the magic completely from one of them."

"I know."

"If I choose wrong, for whatever reason, I could kill them both."

"I know that too."

The elf smiled sadly, "You know which one I must take from..."

The blonde man let out a short sigh, "I'll...go tell Harry. Do it while I'm gone." Stealing one last look at his son and Harry's, Draco headed out the door.

Alex waited until he heard the doors close, before he went around to the other side of the bed. He raised his hands and held them over Chris's body in a loose shape of a ball, and began to draw out all the magic from him.

Nicole watched from the other room, as her husband yawned, pulling the boy closer to his chest, as he read him a bedtime story in front of the fire. Little did her husband know, but the boy had fallen asleep, 2 pages into the story (Mikey the Mischievous Muggle). He was determined to finish the book, even though he could hardly keep his eyes open himself.

"-nice wizard Yawn family took Mikey back to his home, where he would be safe and Yawn couldn't get into any more mischief. The End." Blaise looked down and seemed surprised when he saw that Edward was fast asleep.

"I think it's time for all little boys to be in bed," Nicole whispered, coming into the room and taking the book from Blaise's hand.

Rubbing his face, the man squinted up at his wife, blinking his eyes, "How long has he been asleep?"

"Since the 2nd page. I think you were more into the story then he was," she chuckled.

Shifting Edward's weight, Blaise managed to get to his feet, "Maybe," he said blushing, "I never got to hear many bedtime stories when I was little. Only when I went to my Grandmother and Grandfather's house did I ever get to hear any, and even then they weren't from books." He glanced over his shoulder at her, smiling weakly as he took Edward to his bedroom.

Shaking her head, she went to their bedroom and undressed, slipping into her favorite silk nightgown before crawling in under the sheets.

Blaise came into the bedroom not long after. He was still yawning, and his eyes were hooded and cloudy as he undressed down to his boxers and crawled into bed.

Nicole rolled over into his chest and curled herself into his side, "How come you never told me about how your parents treated you?"

He glanced down at his wife's head, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, "Because you never asked me I suppose. I kinda thought everyone knew, or had heard little whispers of how purebloods were raised."

She nodded, "Any more secrets I should know about?"

"No...none that I can think of," he said tightly.

"Good, but if you do think of anything I need to know. Tell me please, honey," she leaned up and kissed him on the lips, "I love you."

Blaise rolled over so he laid on top of her, "I love you too," he whispered against her lips, before descending down on them to steal a heated kiss...or two.

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