Sooooo sorry for the long update and I hope you can forgive me. Also so
sorry that this chapter is shorter than the other chapters. Hopefully the
next chapter will be longer!
Disclaimer- *blank look*
Notes- If you read my bio in ff.net, I accidentally gave away something I was going to do later in the fic, but I'm too lazy to take it out. Check it out. It's probably only a line long though. Also for the slash fanatics (like me), the slash will come soon! Bear with me!!!! But I did add a little tidbit for you all to fight over!
Warnings- possible MPREG (possibly!) and I'm sorry if the explanation isn't what you wanted. I tried my best though...
Abstulo Chapter 3
By Tol Morwen
"Daddy who was that man?" Aurelius asked Draco as he was wiping his face with a wet washcloth to wipe away the ice cream. Draco faltered before continuing to wash his son's face. Draco ignored the question but Aurelius tried harder. "Daddy, please?"
"Aurelius!" Draco yelled, stopping his movements. They stared at each other not talking. Draco was ashamed. It wasn't his son's fault that his life had become so complicated. He looked at Aurelius who was refusing to look at him. Soon Draco remembered when his father scolded him for asking too many questions and he remembered the stinging pain of fear and shame he felt. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Aurelius whispered still refusing to look at his father. "I don't think I need a story tonight." Draco didn't need to see his son's eyes glistening with tears. He could feel them.
"Tired?"
Aurelius took a few seconds to answer, "Yeah."
~*~
Harry looked up from the book he was reading when he heard Draco come out. The ex-wizard looked tired and weary and Harry felt even more curious about what had happened these past six years. "Do you need anything to drink?" Draco asked after a few moments of uncomfortable silence.
"No."
"Okay then," Draco replied. He walked slowly towards the sofa and sat opposite Harry. "You remember the deal Dumbledore made with Set?" When Harry nodded, he continued. "When you were out of the picture, he asked me to take your place. I agreed." Draco intentionally left out the part of first refusing. "It's like this..."
~*~
Draco woke up in the infirmary with everyone standing near his bed. Out of everyone there, Dumbledore looked the guiltiest, so Draco knew that last night wasn't a dream. "Did you tell them?" he asked Albus. He was about to answer when he was cut off by Severus.
"Yes he did, and I must say that I am appalled that a Malfoy made such a hasty decision! But then again, you are the son of Lucius and Narcissa," Severus said.
Draco chuckled but soon stopped when he felt jolts of pain shoot up. His face contorted yet he tried to suppress it. But he wasn't quick enough to stop it from showing everyone. Guilty thoughts ran through everyone's mind like a hungry wildebeest, but the most of the thoughts came from Dumbledore. 'What have I done?' he thought in his mind.
Silence came until Draco broke it. "Can you guys leave? I... I need some time by myself," Draco murmured. One by one they left the infirmary; Hermione leaving first with Dumbledore, reluctantly, going last. Before he left though, he started to turn towards Draco and speak, but Minerva stopped him. She mouthed the word 'later' and Dumbledore understood.
Draco was raised with a high respect for magic. The Malfoys were after all pureblood and powerful. To be stripped of magic or be born a squib was a sacrilege. No doubt, all the thoughts rushing through Draco's mind was of betrayal and anguish. Dumbledore left feeling responsible yet slightly better with Minerva at his side.
~*~
'The bed is warm and comfortable,' Draco thought in his mind. He settled into the covers and tried to get some sleep but found that he couldn't. He still thought of his childhood and parents, and just when he was about to doze off, he heard a soft gurgle. He kept his eyes shut thinking that it was the wind or some other stray noise. However the gurgle came back, a little louder than before.
"You shouldn't be this tired," a voice mused. "But I wouldn't know." Draco shot up and found the god carrying something unusual. In his arms lay a hand woven, brown basket with soft blankets folded in. Occasionally the blankets would move and shift, and soft sounds came from inside. Draco craned his head and to his horror found a baby inside! The ex-wizard stared in shock but Set began to chuckle.
"You... you said the war would end with my sacrifice!" Draco yelled high in pitch. Set began to chuckle louder as he walked calmly towards Draco. "No, please don't!" Draco complained at Set began to advance forward and settle the baby into his arms.
Set took a step back and murmured, "Now isn't that a pretty sight?" And for once, Draco had to agree. The baby was small, yet perfect in Draco's eyes. A tousle of dark hair covered the top of his head and when the baby began to yawn, Draco smiled. As is realizing Draco's contentment, he opened his eyes. Draco found his eyes to be a brilliant green and he found that he could not help but think of Harry when he saw those eyes. He would have looked for the comatose wizard, but he was moved earlier to what was left of St. Mungo.
"Who is this?" Draco asked innocently. He put his index finger close to the babe's mouth, who began to eagerly suckle. Draco laughed quietly but Set was still.
"He... is Lord Voldemort or Tom Marvolo Riddle," Set quietly informed. Draco pulled his finger out quickly and the baby began to cry. Still, Draco held the baby firmly in his arms, afraid that he might drop him.
"How?" he yelled angry.
Set was quiet yet he began to pace around the infirmary. "He was strong. When I first approached him, I had every intention of weakening him so your side would be able to finish him off, but I couldn't." He stared hard at Draco who became even more uncomfortable. "I only managed a thin scar on his right arm, a little above the elbow. That was all I could do. I began to get an idea, however. It took most of my strength away, but I managed to change him, physically, into this form. He still remembered everything about being Voldemort and his hate for Mudbloods though, so I put his memories into this."
The god put an oval shaped diamond into the nightstand sitting near Draco's bed. The gem was large but still small enough to fit into Draco's palm. Carefully putting the baby's head into one arm, he held the diamond in his palm and found it incredibly light. "Be careful!" Set warned, sounding slightly panicked. "That holds his memories. If it breaks, he could gain everything back."
"Is he still a wizard?" Draco found himself asking. He stared at Set who was thinking hard.
"He should," Set said slowly. "He should be like a regular wizard. His powers will manifest when he's eleven but, occasionally, there will be signs of his strength." Set walked towards him and put his hand on his shoulder. At the touch, Draco grew cold and slightly afraid. The god smirked feeling the squib's back straightened from tension, yet he released his hold on his shoulder. "You shouldn't be afraid of the baby... or me."
Draco wanted to remark that he wasn't afraid, just tired, yet he bit back the reply. It wasn't smart or tactful to correct a god who had helped you, even though he set a price. It also didn't help that said god could incinerate you and send your soul to the fires of hell for eternal damnation.
Instead Draco nodded but another question soon entered his mind. As he began to quietly rock the baby back and forth, he asked, "Why give him to me?" Draco saw Set smile and he began to feel afraid. He waited for his explanation but found the god walking away. "Wait!"
Set stopped. Without looking back, he said, "I had taken something very important of yours. In return, I give you someone just as important." Soon he left leaving Draco with the quiet babe.
Draco was quiet as he stared at the baby. Yet every now and then he would glance back towards where the god left, hoping he would come back. He stared at the baby and traced the thin scar near his elbow. Suddenly Draco said disdainfully, "Damn Potter and his damn recklessness. Well, I won't have a Malfoy's first name be Tom!" He snorted loudly and the baby laughed. He rocked him gently and complained, "Tom Marvolo Malfoy indeed! Mother would scream at the thought! No... it should be Latin. Like... Aurelius." Here Draco said softly with some pride, "For you will become 'The Golden One' in my life."
~*~
"And we came to live here in London," Draco finished. He looked at Harry who was staring at the wall unfocusedly. "It's not great but I like it here." Draco found that the other man wasn't listening. "Harry?"
"Wow," Harry muttered. He looked at Draco before chuckling out, "I would have been a father." And Draco could have sworn that he heard a wistful tone in Potter's voice, but it was fleeting. Harry looked down before asking, "Could I have a glass of water?" Draco nodded slowly and when he left the room, Harry headed towards the room he saw Voldem-, no Aurelius, his mind reminded him, go into.
He opened the door slowly, just in case the child was sleeping. He stepped inside and closed the door. Harry found that the boy was far from sleeping. Aurelius looked up from the book he was reading. His rocket sheet covers were up to his waist and in one hand was a book and the other held a flashlight.
Harry could only stare at the child in front of him. Aurelius had dark hair that was lightly tousled and his green eyes looked so muck like his own. "Aurelius..." Harry mumbled as he looked at Draco's son for the first time.
"Hello," the child in the bed said, "What's your name?"
"Harry."
"Do I know you? Because you look really familiar and I could just swear that I saw you somewhere and..."
Harry chuckled during the boy's ramblings. "I don't know but-"
"Potter!" Harry heard as he suddenly felt a pair of arms circle around his waist and pull him backwards. He heard Aurelius' shocked screaming as he fell hard on Draco. Draco let out a breath after having the other fall on him. Yet he heard his son's screaming, so with force he pushed the other man away, and headed towards Aurelius. Draco rushed by his side and engulfed the child into his arms. Slowly he rocked him back and forth and made soft, soothing sounds. The screaming began to decrease.
Harry was left lying on the floor. His back hurt, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. He mused though of the feeling of Draco's arms circled around him, but just as quickly as it came, it left. Harry rubbed his back and sat up. He stared at Draco and Aurelius and could feel the love they had for one another. Harry couldn't kill him now. He was going to until he found out about everything. 'Besides,' Harry thought, 'He's harmless.' Even though a small part of his mind reminded him of the crystal Draco had.
With each moment that passed, Harry soon felt like he was an unwanted visitor intruding on personal business. Nevertheless he felt jealous seeing this tender moment between father and son. His heart wished for such caring moments yet his rational mind repeated to him that he wanted to be the father of Voldemort!
Harry looked around and decided to leave. He already knew everything and he could always ask Hermione and Ron for more information. Carefully he stepped over the puddle of water and broken glass and made his way to the door. "Potter?" He heard from behind. He turned and found Draco, carrying Aurelius, looking at him. "I'm sorry. I... I thought you were going to attack him."
Harry shook his head. With head downcast, he mumbled, "I should just leave. They're going really worried about me."
Draco shook his head. "No stay here. It's too late to go out." He looked out of the window and said, "Only weirdoes go out at this time of night."
Aurelius began to fuss and complain about wanting to be put down. After a moment of whining, Draco put him down. "Yeah! Like daddy," Aurelius said cheerfully as he walked towards Harry. When he was close, he took a hold of Harry's hand and led him into one of the bedrooms. "You can stay in the room between my bedroom and daddy's. It's nice there!"
Draco decided as his son led him away was that Aurelius liked Harry as soon as he met him. And he also thought that Aurelius took a long time to like someone. Draco smiled though. His son was getting better through Potter and if he had to, he'd let Golden Boy stay around for as long as needed.
TBC
Disclaimer- *blank look*
Notes- If you read my bio in ff.net, I accidentally gave away something I was going to do later in the fic, but I'm too lazy to take it out. Check it out. It's probably only a line long though. Also for the slash fanatics (like me), the slash will come soon! Bear with me!!!! But I did add a little tidbit for you all to fight over!
Warnings- possible MPREG (possibly!) and I'm sorry if the explanation isn't what you wanted. I tried my best though...
Abstulo Chapter 3
By Tol Morwen
"Daddy who was that man?" Aurelius asked Draco as he was wiping his face with a wet washcloth to wipe away the ice cream. Draco faltered before continuing to wash his son's face. Draco ignored the question but Aurelius tried harder. "Daddy, please?"
"Aurelius!" Draco yelled, stopping his movements. They stared at each other not talking. Draco was ashamed. It wasn't his son's fault that his life had become so complicated. He looked at Aurelius who was refusing to look at him. Soon Draco remembered when his father scolded him for asking too many questions and he remembered the stinging pain of fear and shame he felt. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Aurelius whispered still refusing to look at his father. "I don't think I need a story tonight." Draco didn't need to see his son's eyes glistening with tears. He could feel them.
"Tired?"
Aurelius took a few seconds to answer, "Yeah."
~*~
Harry looked up from the book he was reading when he heard Draco come out. The ex-wizard looked tired and weary and Harry felt even more curious about what had happened these past six years. "Do you need anything to drink?" Draco asked after a few moments of uncomfortable silence.
"No."
"Okay then," Draco replied. He walked slowly towards the sofa and sat opposite Harry. "You remember the deal Dumbledore made with Set?" When Harry nodded, he continued. "When you were out of the picture, he asked me to take your place. I agreed." Draco intentionally left out the part of first refusing. "It's like this..."
~*~
Draco woke up in the infirmary with everyone standing near his bed. Out of everyone there, Dumbledore looked the guiltiest, so Draco knew that last night wasn't a dream. "Did you tell them?" he asked Albus. He was about to answer when he was cut off by Severus.
"Yes he did, and I must say that I am appalled that a Malfoy made such a hasty decision! But then again, you are the son of Lucius and Narcissa," Severus said.
Draco chuckled but soon stopped when he felt jolts of pain shoot up. His face contorted yet he tried to suppress it. But he wasn't quick enough to stop it from showing everyone. Guilty thoughts ran through everyone's mind like a hungry wildebeest, but the most of the thoughts came from Dumbledore. 'What have I done?' he thought in his mind.
Silence came until Draco broke it. "Can you guys leave? I... I need some time by myself," Draco murmured. One by one they left the infirmary; Hermione leaving first with Dumbledore, reluctantly, going last. Before he left though, he started to turn towards Draco and speak, but Minerva stopped him. She mouthed the word 'later' and Dumbledore understood.
Draco was raised with a high respect for magic. The Malfoys were after all pureblood and powerful. To be stripped of magic or be born a squib was a sacrilege. No doubt, all the thoughts rushing through Draco's mind was of betrayal and anguish. Dumbledore left feeling responsible yet slightly better with Minerva at his side.
~*~
'The bed is warm and comfortable,' Draco thought in his mind. He settled into the covers and tried to get some sleep but found that he couldn't. He still thought of his childhood and parents, and just when he was about to doze off, he heard a soft gurgle. He kept his eyes shut thinking that it was the wind or some other stray noise. However the gurgle came back, a little louder than before.
"You shouldn't be this tired," a voice mused. "But I wouldn't know." Draco shot up and found the god carrying something unusual. In his arms lay a hand woven, brown basket with soft blankets folded in. Occasionally the blankets would move and shift, and soft sounds came from inside. Draco craned his head and to his horror found a baby inside! The ex-wizard stared in shock but Set began to chuckle.
"You... you said the war would end with my sacrifice!" Draco yelled high in pitch. Set began to chuckle louder as he walked calmly towards Draco. "No, please don't!" Draco complained at Set began to advance forward and settle the baby into his arms.
Set took a step back and murmured, "Now isn't that a pretty sight?" And for once, Draco had to agree. The baby was small, yet perfect in Draco's eyes. A tousle of dark hair covered the top of his head and when the baby began to yawn, Draco smiled. As is realizing Draco's contentment, he opened his eyes. Draco found his eyes to be a brilliant green and he found that he could not help but think of Harry when he saw those eyes. He would have looked for the comatose wizard, but he was moved earlier to what was left of St. Mungo.
"Who is this?" Draco asked innocently. He put his index finger close to the babe's mouth, who began to eagerly suckle. Draco laughed quietly but Set was still.
"He... is Lord Voldemort or Tom Marvolo Riddle," Set quietly informed. Draco pulled his finger out quickly and the baby began to cry. Still, Draco held the baby firmly in his arms, afraid that he might drop him.
"How?" he yelled angry.
Set was quiet yet he began to pace around the infirmary. "He was strong. When I first approached him, I had every intention of weakening him so your side would be able to finish him off, but I couldn't." He stared hard at Draco who became even more uncomfortable. "I only managed a thin scar on his right arm, a little above the elbow. That was all I could do. I began to get an idea, however. It took most of my strength away, but I managed to change him, physically, into this form. He still remembered everything about being Voldemort and his hate for Mudbloods though, so I put his memories into this."
The god put an oval shaped diamond into the nightstand sitting near Draco's bed. The gem was large but still small enough to fit into Draco's palm. Carefully putting the baby's head into one arm, he held the diamond in his palm and found it incredibly light. "Be careful!" Set warned, sounding slightly panicked. "That holds his memories. If it breaks, he could gain everything back."
"Is he still a wizard?" Draco found himself asking. He stared at Set who was thinking hard.
"He should," Set said slowly. "He should be like a regular wizard. His powers will manifest when he's eleven but, occasionally, there will be signs of his strength." Set walked towards him and put his hand on his shoulder. At the touch, Draco grew cold and slightly afraid. The god smirked feeling the squib's back straightened from tension, yet he released his hold on his shoulder. "You shouldn't be afraid of the baby... or me."
Draco wanted to remark that he wasn't afraid, just tired, yet he bit back the reply. It wasn't smart or tactful to correct a god who had helped you, even though he set a price. It also didn't help that said god could incinerate you and send your soul to the fires of hell for eternal damnation.
Instead Draco nodded but another question soon entered his mind. As he began to quietly rock the baby back and forth, he asked, "Why give him to me?" Draco saw Set smile and he began to feel afraid. He waited for his explanation but found the god walking away. "Wait!"
Set stopped. Without looking back, he said, "I had taken something very important of yours. In return, I give you someone just as important." Soon he left leaving Draco with the quiet babe.
Draco was quiet as he stared at the baby. Yet every now and then he would glance back towards where the god left, hoping he would come back. He stared at the baby and traced the thin scar near his elbow. Suddenly Draco said disdainfully, "Damn Potter and his damn recklessness. Well, I won't have a Malfoy's first name be Tom!" He snorted loudly and the baby laughed. He rocked him gently and complained, "Tom Marvolo Malfoy indeed! Mother would scream at the thought! No... it should be Latin. Like... Aurelius." Here Draco said softly with some pride, "For you will become 'The Golden One' in my life."
~*~
"And we came to live here in London," Draco finished. He looked at Harry who was staring at the wall unfocusedly. "It's not great but I like it here." Draco found that the other man wasn't listening. "Harry?"
"Wow," Harry muttered. He looked at Draco before chuckling out, "I would have been a father." And Draco could have sworn that he heard a wistful tone in Potter's voice, but it was fleeting. Harry looked down before asking, "Could I have a glass of water?" Draco nodded slowly and when he left the room, Harry headed towards the room he saw Voldem-, no Aurelius, his mind reminded him, go into.
He opened the door slowly, just in case the child was sleeping. He stepped inside and closed the door. Harry found that the boy was far from sleeping. Aurelius looked up from the book he was reading. His rocket sheet covers were up to his waist and in one hand was a book and the other held a flashlight.
Harry could only stare at the child in front of him. Aurelius had dark hair that was lightly tousled and his green eyes looked so muck like his own. "Aurelius..." Harry mumbled as he looked at Draco's son for the first time.
"Hello," the child in the bed said, "What's your name?"
"Harry."
"Do I know you? Because you look really familiar and I could just swear that I saw you somewhere and..."
Harry chuckled during the boy's ramblings. "I don't know but-"
"Potter!" Harry heard as he suddenly felt a pair of arms circle around his waist and pull him backwards. He heard Aurelius' shocked screaming as he fell hard on Draco. Draco let out a breath after having the other fall on him. Yet he heard his son's screaming, so with force he pushed the other man away, and headed towards Aurelius. Draco rushed by his side and engulfed the child into his arms. Slowly he rocked him back and forth and made soft, soothing sounds. The screaming began to decrease.
Harry was left lying on the floor. His back hurt, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. He mused though of the feeling of Draco's arms circled around him, but just as quickly as it came, it left. Harry rubbed his back and sat up. He stared at Draco and Aurelius and could feel the love they had for one another. Harry couldn't kill him now. He was going to until he found out about everything. 'Besides,' Harry thought, 'He's harmless.' Even though a small part of his mind reminded him of the crystal Draco had.
With each moment that passed, Harry soon felt like he was an unwanted visitor intruding on personal business. Nevertheless he felt jealous seeing this tender moment between father and son. His heart wished for such caring moments yet his rational mind repeated to him that he wanted to be the father of Voldemort!
Harry looked around and decided to leave. He already knew everything and he could always ask Hermione and Ron for more information. Carefully he stepped over the puddle of water and broken glass and made his way to the door. "Potter?" He heard from behind. He turned and found Draco, carrying Aurelius, looking at him. "I'm sorry. I... I thought you were going to attack him."
Harry shook his head. With head downcast, he mumbled, "I should just leave. They're going really worried about me."
Draco shook his head. "No stay here. It's too late to go out." He looked out of the window and said, "Only weirdoes go out at this time of night."
Aurelius began to fuss and complain about wanting to be put down. After a moment of whining, Draco put him down. "Yeah! Like daddy," Aurelius said cheerfully as he walked towards Harry. When he was close, he took a hold of Harry's hand and led him into one of the bedrooms. "You can stay in the room between my bedroom and daddy's. It's nice there!"
Draco decided as his son led him away was that Aurelius liked Harry as soon as he met him. And he also thought that Aurelius took a long time to like someone. Draco smiled though. His son was getting better through Potter and if he had to, he'd let Golden Boy stay around for as long as needed.
TBC