Chapter 10: Reunited

Severus Snape was just returning from a visit from Harry's when he found him. He had just Apparated back to Hogsmeade after seeing his Godson and daughter... and their father, when he walked to the Hogwarts gates to let himself in.

He involuntarily took a slight gasp at the sight in front of him, he never showed his emotions very much, he considered it a sign of weakness. But ...it was his Godson, Draco. He was collapsed and unconscious on the floor, very pale and blood ... it was everywhere. His normally blonde, shining hair was matted with blood, he had a split lip and a black eye. He was only wearing a pair of ragged grey trousers, and his chest was littered with bruises and welts. Severus looked over the barely breathing body of the boy before he shook himself.

He knelt quickly on the floor and felt for a pulse. He vainly felt along his skinny wrists and rested on a pulse point. There was a faint pulse, which seemed to be dimming. He needed medical assistance right now. Casting a few brief healing spells on him to take care of his black eye and split lip, he levitated Draco and cast a charm to make him invisible to everyone but himself. He walked down to Hogwarts as fast as he could and took Draco down to his chambers.

He muttered the password at the painting guarding his rooms, took the spells off Draco, and set him down on the couch. He momentarily toyed with the notion of letting Harry know, but decided to heal him first. He cast a prognosis spell on the broken boy and scanned over the results, which materialised on a sheet of parchment. He had a lot of bruising, a lot of open cuts and three broken ribs and a broken wrist. He would have bled to death if he hadn't been found then.

Severus sighed, and pulled out some Potions from his store. He poured a Blood Replenishing Potion down his throat as well as a Bone Restoring Draught and a basic Healing Potion. He healed the bruises and cuts and fixed the welts on his chest.

Fully healed he picked up the boy – who weighed no where near enough – and put him to sleep on his bed. They would need to talk in the morning... or when ever he woke up.

-&-&-

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Harry frowned and walked to the phone. He was busy – feeding Sebastian – this better not be anyone selling sodding double glazing.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Harry? This is Fiona... we met at the supermarket..."

"Oh, yeah hi."

"Hi... well I was wondering... if you wanted to or anything, if you'd like to meet one day for a playdate kind of thing?"

Harry was surprised. He hadn't exactly expected the woman to phone back when he gave her his number, but he was glad she had. He needed to start to get a life in the Muggle world. His magical friends came as much as he could, but he could never be as separate from them as he wanted if he only spoke to them, "Oh, yeah. That would be great. Would... would you like to come here or something?"

"Oh, yeah. That'd be great. What's your address again?"

"72 Temple Grange."

"Ah yes. So tomorrow? Ten?"

"Er... yeah sure, that'd be great. I'll see you then OK? I gotta go, Bast is crying."

"Oh sorry. I'll see you tomorrow, bye."

"Bye," he said and hung up the phone.

He stood there for a minute, a bit unsure of what just happened then shook himself and walked through to the living room and sat back down to feed his son.

The next morning at half past nine, Harry had finished tidying up what he could. There wasn't really much he could do. He set out two cups, and put tea bags in, ready to make a cup of tea, and watched a bit of the news, so he had at least a slight clue about what was happening in the world.

The door bell rang and Harry answered it nervously. Fiona stood there, wearing her baby on her chest, and a bag in her hand. Harry smiled at her.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," she said back, "You think I can come in?" she said after a minute.

Harry blushed slightly, and nodded, "Sure. Sorry."

She smiled and walked past Harry. She took a look around at the hall and smiled at him again, "This place is very nice."

Harry grinned and bashfully pushed his hands further into his pockets, "Cheers."

He led her through to the living room, where Persephone and Sebastian were both lying peacefully on the floor, on a blanket sleeping.

"Can I take him?" he was about to ask, when he heard the front door slam.

Harry and Fiona looked at the door in alarm as the person walked down the hall yelling, "Harry!"

"Sorry," he said to Fiona who just nodded and yelled back, "What?"

"Where the hell are you? Anyway, Dean is such a wanker. Well..." the voice added thoughtfully, "So am I but that's not the point. I have now realised why I didn't wanna live with him, I don't have commitment issues at all. I remembered how sodding annoying he was at ... hi. Harry, who's your friend?" Seamus said, and stopped when he saw Harry's visitor.

"Fiona, Seamus, Seamus, Fiona," Harry said, "I met her at the supermarket."

"So?"

"You see that thing on her chest. It's called a baby. I happen to have two, remember? Yep, coming back is it? OK, good. Well, she offered to come around, seen as I'm all on my lonesome." Harry answered.

"Ah bless," Seamus said not really caring, "Anyway. Dean. Total git. I have forgotten how neurotic he is. I mean we've been living together for months, but he's been surpressing it I reckon."

"Seamus!" The front door slammed again.

Dean stormed down the hall and looked surprised, "Hi Harry, Harry's friend, Harry's friends baby. Anyway. Seamus, I am not neurotic. You are just a messy slob. I am so sorry that you can't live with dirty dishes and sheets and clothes, but your mama ent here to do it no more, so someone has got to OK?"

Seamus frowned, "Fine. Fine, what do you want then...we'll work out a rota, OK? Will that make you happy?"

Dean nodded reluctantly and added sarcastically, "I didn't suggest that at all did I? But it'll do."

Harry interrupted before they could start arguing again, "Why the hell are you here? Did you get fired or something?"

"No," they replied simultaneously, "We took sickies."

Harry rolled his eyes, "Well, be nice. Anyone want a drink?"

"Beer."

"Beer."

"Er... tea?"

"Coming up. And sod off it's ten am, you can have tea or water."

"Ah, Harry mate you spoil all our fun."

"That's what I'm here for, someone has to make sure you don't poison yourselves... or something like that..."

And thus began a very interesting morning between an awkward Fiona, an amused Harry and two arguing wizards.

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Draco woke up with a groan. Where was he? Was he back at Malfoy Manor? Was his father there?

"Draco? Are you awake?" came a cool, calm, concerned voice.

Draco moaned again, and tried to wearily open his silver eyes. He blinked a couple of times before the black smudge in front of his face focused into his Godfather.

"How are you feeling?" Severus asked, muttering some words that Draco couldn't make out, and waving his wand.

His mouth was dry and he gasped, "Water."

Severus nodded and conjured a glass of water. He put it to Draco's parched lips and let him drink a few sips. Draco smiled weakly but gratefully and pushed himself up against the pillows. Severus looked at him for a minute of silence before he opened his mouth again.

"Where were you Draco?" was the question on his lips. As it left his mouth Draco's mood decreased dramatically. He hunched over somewhat and he scowled slightly, his face a mask of indifference.

He repeated his question and Draco sighed, "What do you know?"

"I know about Harry – "Draco's eyes widened, "And that you broke up with him. He thought that you were on his side, our side. But then you just disappeared. Noone has seen hide or hair of you for months. Where were you?"

"How did you find out that? I mean... well... but... he...we... how?" Draco spluttered.

Severus smirked, "I will tell you later. Perhaps. Please explain. You need to do a lot of it."

Draco squirmed under his sharp gaze and nodded, "It... I... I was with Harry as you know. We were together for about five months. He... he was the one. I loved him, I still do. But when Lucius came after me to school. He was using Polyjuice as one of my relatives that weren't bastards. He took me from school, and he somehow knew about Harry. He ... he put me under the Imperious Curse and told me to break up with him. I couldn't fight it, so I did it. Then I was instructed to go to the front gates and then, Lucius turned back, and Stunned me. I was taken to Malfoy Manor and thrown in a cell in the dungeons. That's where I have been for the last six months, imprisoned in my own home."

"You were under the Imperious Curse?" Severus asked, wanting to make sure he understood.

"I was. Sev... you have to believe me. I'd never do that to Harry willingly. Do... do you know where he is? Is he OK?" Draco told his Godfather desperately.

"He's fine. I need to know more about what happened when you were captured. Were the other Death Eaters there, the ones that weren't captured?" Severus purred.

"It was hell. It was torture literally. What else do you expect? I was the traitor and I was there at their disposal. They tortured me all day and most of the night, left me a few days to suffer, healed me and then did it all over again. I only escaped because one of the really idiotic young Death Eaters left the bloody door open. Lucius told me that he was going to leave me die this time... and I was half dead when I was thrown back in the cell. But... I woke up... and got out. I managed to get out the house through a tunnel one of the house elves had shown me when I was younger. I somehow had enough energy to Apparate to the Hogwarts gates...I don't know what happened after that... I'm sorry." Draco said, tailing off to a whisper at the end of his speech.

Severus just looked at Draco appraisingly for a while. Tears had started to flow silently down his pale cheeks and he was hugging his knees. His face was pale and his hair was messy, he looked ... to put it bluntly like crap.

"Draco... I believe you..." Before he could say any more Draco threw his arms around his neck, and Severus awkwardly patted him on the back.

"Do... do you know where Harry is Sev?" Draco sobbed.

Severus nodded, and wondered just what he was going to tell him. He'd missed out on an awful lot. And he really wasn't the right person to fill him in on what he had missed. He needed to talk to Harry.

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Harry smiled contentedly at the sight in front of his eyes. His babies were lying quietly, gurgling on the play mat, just lying there, being there. He hovered over them quietly, watching as they explored their surroundings, watching and noticing as much as they could.

Both of the babies had a lot of hair, as nearly everyone who came in contact with them pointed out. "Oh," they would say, "Haven't they got a lot of hair? They're so pretty..." They each were already beginning to look like either of their parents. Persephone had a full head of ebony hair, and emerald eyes. She had pale skin like Draco, and his chin, and nose and mouth. Sebastian had messy blonde hair, and darker skin than his sister, that Harry was sure would easily tan like his own later on. He also had emerald eyes and Draco's nose, but other than that he was the spitting image of Harry. Both of the children were relatively lively, and Harry was sure that they had already smiled, even though he had been told that children that young couldn't smile and it was just wind.

There was a knock at the door that interrupted his silent reflection. He sighed slightly and smiled at the babies, "Back in a minute," And he stood up from his spot on the floor and walked to the door and opened it.

He opened the front door and he almost collapsed at who was there. Severus Snape... and Draco Malfoy. Severus wore an almost apologetic look, and Dr... Malfoy looked worried and tired.

"What the fuck?" he demanded quietly not wanting to disturb the twins, "Why did you bring him here? I have no desire to speak to him at all." He told Severus, not taking his eyes off him once. He knew as soon as he looked at Draco he would begin to forgive him, and he didn't deserve that. He left him alone and pregnant.

"Harry I suggest you speak to him. You both need to know things about each other. Nothing is as it seems Harry. You need to discover the new things before you write it off completely," Severus told Harry sternly.

Harry scowled but nodded reluctantly, "Fine. You stay here. In the living room. We'll be back later I think."

Severus nodded at Harry's words but was displeased at his tone. He knew Harry had every right to be pissed with the information he had, but as Severus knew more, he knew the reasons and knew Harry was only partially right now. He walked past Harry into the house and left Harry and Draco looking anywhere but at each other.

Eventually Harry looked up and walked past Draco, heading to the park around the corner. Draco looked on after him and hurried to catch up with him. He had changed a bit since he had seen him last, so many months ago. He was taller by quite a bit, and seemed to have filled out more. His hair was longer, nearly to his shoulders but it was still short and messy and styled as it always was. His eyes were still sparkling green and his skin was still tanned and ... he looked better than Draco had ever seen him in his life. Maybe... Harry didn't need him at all. He seemed to be doing perfectly fine on his own... or maybe he had someone else...

Harry sat down on the end of the bench. They were alone in the park, and Draco stood awkwardly to the side of him, unsure what to do.

"So what exactly is this that is so important that you had to come and disrupt my life to tell me?" Harry asked coolly.

Draco didn't know where to start. He opened his mouth several times before he began, "That day... Harry, when I broke up with you. Before that... I was called to Professor Dumbledore's office. One of my cousins were there, Joseph Montevay. He was on our side in the war... sort of... and he was going to take me in after graduation. But Professor Dumbledore left to let us discuss family stuff, and he cast Imperious on me. It was my father in Polyjuice. I couldn't fight it... I didn't have the will power to do it. So I broke up with you and left the school under his instruction. I so nearly broke it a couple of times, but there was nothing I could do, he just cast it stronger. I hated myself for it, I still do Harry. I didn't mean any of it at all. I love you Harry..."

"Where have you been for the last 6 or 7 months then? If you were under Imperious you would have been let go. So where have you been? Hiding for all this time? Didn't you have the balls to come back?" Harry sneered.

"I couldn't Harry! You have no idea how much I wanted to! I was locked up in my own home, in the bloody dungeons! I was tortured Harry, I was the traitor. They would torture me til I was half dead, leave me to suffer then heal me and do it all over again. I couldn't get out, there were no opportunities at all until four days ago." Draco insisted hysterically, determined to get Harry to believe him.

"Why?" Harry asked, suddenly very unsure, "What happened?"

"Lucius, he told me he was going to leave me to die this time, they were bored of me. He tortured me, and left me back in the dungeon again. I regained consciousness like always and I could get up... I figured I would die of starvation. But I tried the handle, and it had been left open. I got out... and managed to get out through a tunnel one of the house elves had shown me when I was younger. Then I managed to Apparate to Hogwarts. Harry... do you think you could forgive me... do you believe me?"

Harry sat in silence for a moment that seemed like hours to Draco. He suddenly looked up at him and looked intently into the silver orbs of Draco's, looking for the answers and reassurance he needed. He only saw what he needed to see in his eyes, maybe more, but definitely not less. He slowly nodded at Draco and said, "We can work this out... slowly," and watched a slow smile come over Draco's pale, expectant face. The shorter blonde flung his arms around Harry's neck and slid onto his knee. Harry slowly returned the embrace and whispered, "Draco... I think there's something you need to know."

Draco pulled away and looked at Harry, "What is it?"

Harry was really no stranger to embarassment anymore – he'd had his legs wide open in front of his worst Professor after all, and where as he would have blushed and spluttered a few months ago, he just come out with it bluntly, "When we had sex. We didn't use a protection charm or anything did we?"

Draco shook his head, extremely confused at the direction in which the conversation was going.

"A few days before the end of term I'd been feeling sick and then in the last potions class we were making the Contraceptive Potion. Professor Snape told us that it could be used for men and women. It was then it all clicked. Men could get pregnant. I had morning sickness. I was pregnant, having a baby, our baby." Harry said softly. Draco slid off his knee and sat on the cool, hard wooden bench dumbfounded.

"What ... what happened... are you OK? Did you miscarry or something... you aren't pregnant now right?" Draco spluttered, his face becoming even paler by every word he spoke. Harry honestly hadn't thought it was possible for Draco to be any paler... but now he had seen the evidence.

"No, I'm not pregnant, and no I didn't miscarry. I gave birth a month ago Draco." Harry told him proudly.

"But... but... is it..." Draco couldn't formulate any sentences.

"I had... we had twins, a boy and a girl." Harry said simply.

"Are... are they OK? Where are they? What... what are they called? You... you did this all alone?" Draco said, trailing of into a dismayed whisper.

"They're fine, they're perfect. They are called Persephone and Sebastian, they weighed 5lbs 4oz and 5lbs 7oz respectively. They have my eyes, Sephy has my hair, but is the image of you, and 'Bast has your hair and looks like me. I wasn't alone. I had Severus, Sirius, Remus, Seamus and Dean." Harry told him.

"Oh... "Draco said simply. He and Harry sat in silence for a while, Harry thinking about what Draco had told him, and when would be the best time to ask the rest of the questions he had for him. Draco sat going over the fact that he was a father. He had children. He hadn't been there. Did Harry blame him?

"Harry... do you blame me for not being there... while you were... pregnant?" he asked hesitantly.

Harry shook his head slowly, "No. I can't can I? I did... but you had no control over it at all did you? If you could you would have been here... right?"

Draco confirmed this quickly, "God yes. I bet you were dead sexy when you were pregnant."

Harry chuckled, "I'll drag out the photo album Seamus and Dean gave me. They found it completely hilarious. I got so big, I couldn't see my feet or walk very far. And I had a thing for pickled onions and vanilla ice cream."

Sighing wistfully Draco nodded, "So... do they all know that I'm the other father?" he asked.

Harry nodded, then laughed, "Yeah, do you remember that time... I think it was the first time I got you in my dorm, we were on my bed kissing and... stuff. They saw us, and were spying the nosy gits. Seamus and Dean saw us but they didn't tell anyone, thank god. They knew from the start, and Siri, Moony and Severus knew it was a Slytherin, but they didn't find out it was you until I was in labour... I was....very vocal so I'm told. Can't honestly remember, I was concentrating on getting it over with... it hurt like hell..."

Draco smiled, "I wish I was there."

"I wish you were too. But we can't change it can we? Do... do you want to talk about your father?" Harry asked warily. It was still only less than a week ago. The memory would still be too painful.

"I can't. It's... it's too soon. Too painful. One day Harry I'll tell you... but not now. Now..." he smiled brightly, "I want to meet my children."

TBC...

A/N - OK, well the bit with Fiona. Just to show contrasts on how different Harry and Draco's lives are. They won't be in it very often at all, but I want Harry to have a life outside magic. Do you think Harry forgave him too easily? I honestly couldn't see him not after he knew the truth. Draco wasn't to blame so Harry couldn't do anything really. What do you think? Thank you to the people who reviewed, I appreciate it very much. Hope this chapter was up to standard. Please review!!

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