My heart will go on

Chapter ten

Harry walked into the visitor entrance to the ministry of magic a full hour before the trail. On his front was Halley, on his back Halley and he was carrying Hannah in her carry chair. Each was wearing a pale blue dress and Harry wore his smart black robes.

His heart was racing in his chest, he didn't know what he would do if Draco didn't get off today, he thought maybe he'd die, when he had been taken away it had left as if he couldn't breath. Today was the finale attempt to keep him out of Azkaban, if Narcissa didn't show up then they were all screwed and that was putting it lightly.

The girls were intrigued by the newly restored fountain of magical brethren so Harry had to stop for them to stare at it for a moment. They seemed to particularly like the mischievous looking house elf.

As Harry sat there he drifted into his own musings, the thoughts he had scared him no need. What if the girls had forgotten Draco, he had been away for so long and they were growing up so quickly, what if they didn't recognize him?

He was broken from his thoughts by a person coming and standing next to him. It was Narcissa she was here, she was going to save his Draco.

"Hello, did you get anything useful, with that spell you were going to cast?" Harry asked, he was worried, if she hadn't then Draco wouldn't have a strong enough defence.

"I think so, I think I recorded the same thing that he has accused Draco of, it would explain why he's doing it."

"Oh Merlin, but if he's already done it then that means..."

"Harry calm down, we'll deal with that if and when we come to it don't worry."

Narcissa spent the next few minutes cooing over the girls before they began to make their way down to the court room that Harry himself had been in, just before his fifth year at Hogwarts.

They sat together, the triplets all sitting on the bench between Harry and Narcissa as the rest of the wizengamot and everyone else file in and take there seats. They spotted Lucius a few rows up from them; he was giving his wife a suspicious glare.

When Draco was brought in by two wizards (the dementors had gone over to the dark side and weren't permitted off the island where the Azkaban fortress was located) Harry stood up and tried to get to him but he was held back by the same wizards, nobody was allowed near the prisoner.

He didn't look healthy at all, his head fell against his chest, his once thin, toned form was gone, he looked almost anorexic. Harry could have cried, he would have done if the girls weren't crying for him.

The spectators around him looked as the lifeless form of Draco lifted his head and looked as his husband to be and three children, his face showed so many emotions that it was hard to depict them but all were joyous and it was clear he was relived that they were there.

Harry was to stand up first in Draco's defence. He left the triplets in Narcissa's care; nothing would happen to them, not with a room full of people. He stood up and cleared his throat when the wizengamot motioned for him to do so.

"I have known Draco since we were eleven, we haven't always been the best of friends but towards the end in our final years at Hogwarts we became friends and Draco came to the side of the light, he was on our side when we took Voldermort down."

Harry paused; it was still painful for him to remember the past.

"After the battle I never saw him, but even if I had I wouldn't have spoken to him, the pain that had been inflicted upon me over the last seven years at Hogwarts finally got to me. I broke down and for four years I refused to speak. My friend Hermione who I lived with at the time called a professional to help me. It so happened to be him."

Harry couldn't help but smile as he remembered that period of his life when he and Draco had become reacquainted.

"He helped me over come my fears, and over time I fell in love with him and him with me. He had already moved into my home over the period of time he was paid to help me but when a work colleague of his came round he quit his job so that he could stay with me. He gave up his dreams so he could be with me."

The entire room was silent for their saviour; they had respect enough for him. The words seemed to be helping Draco too as he seemed to have more life in his face, he was staring at his lover in admiration as he went on.

"You accuse him of trying to resurrect Voldermort when no dark magic can be preformed on my property with out it backfiring on the caster as I demonstrated when the ministry of magic came and arrested Draco. Do you honestly think that I would be engaged to and have three children with a deatheater after everything that I have been through."

Harry was fighting to hold back tears now; he hated those who had taken away his Draco, the one who kept him safe and warm during the night. The last month had been desperately hard on him, raising the triplets alone, he wanted his Draco back.

"Lucius came round on one particular day, we let him in, as I said before no dark magic could be cast so we knew he could do no harm on us, we originally thought he came to see his grandchildren but he didn't seem to even know they existed. We had an argument, I can't recall what about now but he showed himself out, we left him alone on our hallway and that was where the two books were found."

Harry paused, he could feel Lucius' gaze burning a hole in the back of his neck, it was disturbing him slightly but he could not let this stop him. Before Harry could continue on of the wizengamot stood up and spoke.

"You say that you are engaged to the prisoner and have three children with him?"

"Yes, I brought my children with me, this is Hannah, Halley and Holly. So you see, why would Draco try to ruin our lives, how could he manage to resurrect Voldermort when he's with me 24/7."

"Is that all?" One of the wizengamot asked staring down at Harry who nodded. "Very well please resume your seat, next we call upon Lucius Malfoy, father of the accused and respected member of the Ministry of magic."

Harry snorted, he made a small almost unnoticeable cough that sounded a lot like 'deatheater', a few people looked over at him but the majority ignored him and the trial continued.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, sorry it took so long to write but this week has been really busy, I ot y exam results and I am arranging stuff like collage and all that crap. I am working on the next chapter and it should be up sometime before the end of the week. SS xxxxxxxxxxxx