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Title: Unexpected Results 6/7
Author: Spamy02
Pairing: HP/DM
Rating: M

A/N: Hi all! I'm back! Well as promised I here is the much awaited chapter 6. I hope you guys like it! and as always, Please review!

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Special thanks to SAM for doing a job at wonderful beta-ing! Love ya lots!

Notes: The story starts of in October 7th year. It's all going to be mostly from Harry perspective.

"Blah" speaking
Blah Harry's thoughts

Chapter 6: Defeat And Forgiveness

"Too late," a voice behind them drawled. Snape and Lucius whirled around in shock and saw Voldemort leaning against the door frame with his wand drawn.

"Well, now, this is quite unexpected. I am glad I didn't kill you immediately."

"Lucius, bring it to me. I'm going to take great pleasure in killing your brat and making you watch." He laughed shrilly.

Lucius didn't move from his spot, instead standing and calmly pointing his wand at Voldemort. Snape stood as well, repeating Lucius's actions.

"Sorry, Voldemort, but we don't work for you anymore. We've had a change of heart." Lucius said, sneering.

"Traitors! Bellatrix, kill them both!" he roared furiously. A slow, evil smile crept up Bellatrix's face.

"With pleasure, my Lord," she purred, and advanced at both of them with her wand drawn. Lucius and Snape both started dueling with Bellatrix, while Voldemort slithered towards Harry.

"Give me the child, boy!"

"No! You will never have him. I won't let you kill anyone else I love," he said, slowly. Harry stood up, his legs were shaking violently, but he didn't care. He held his son securely in one arm and pointed his wand Voldemort, who hesitated a moment, then laughed his cold, shrill laugh.

"What are you going to do boy? You think you can kill me? Look at you, you're weak. You can barely even stand. You probably don't have enough magic to cast a single spell." he said mockingly.

"Crucio!" Harry rasped.

Nothing.

"You're pathetic. You can't kill me; you can't even hurt me! Crucio!" Pain surged through Harry and he fell to his knees, screaming. He almost let his son fall from his arms, but he managed to keep his hold on him firm. Voldemort, still laughing, was moving closer. Harry was breathing heavily, his throat completely raw when Voldemort finally lifted the curse, only feet away from him.

Voldemort reached out and to jerk the baby from Harry's arms, eliciting a shriek from the newly born Alexander. Anger flared trough Harry like a wildfire. This monster cannot and will not ever be allowed to touch my son! I forbid it!

"DON'T TOUCH HIM, YOU MONSTER!" he raised his wand and pointed it at Voldemort and bellowed as loud as he could, "CRUCIO!"

Voldemort stumble backwards in shock, collapsing against the wall and letting out an unearthly shriek. Harry stood up, with his son wrapped protectively in his arm and advanced towards Voldemort.

"That was for Sirius," Harry said softly, when he lifted the curse of Voldemort. Voldemort was immediately attempting to get up from the ground, unfamiliar with the new pain wringing through his body.

"This is for my parents! Crucio!" Voldemort fell back to the ground, writhing in agony, never had he been under Crucio before, let alone twice. Harry lifted the curse only a moment later. Voldemort was on the floor, his eyes wide with shock, his mouth agape. Harry stepped closer to him, and he glanced down at his son. Alex had stopped crying and was now staring up at him with wet and adoring eyes. He stared back down to Voldemort.

"And this, this is for my son. Goodbye, Tom."

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" a green beam erupted from his wand and pummeled straight into Voldemort's chest. When the beam hit Voldemort, there was no sound, just an unearthly CRACK! as his body burst into flames, leaving only a smoldering stain on the ground.

"Master! My master! You killed him!" Bellatrix screamed, her eyes wild with rage.

"Avada ke-" she was hit in the back by another curse and fell to the ground unconscious, the killing spell left hanging in her mouth.

Harry let go of the breath he didn't know he had been holding. He dropped his wand and curled into a heap onto the floor, tears silently streaming down his face. It's over. It's all over. He's finally gone! He wrapped both his arms around his son and held him tightly, staring down at silvery eyes that returned his gaze with curiosity.

"It's over, Alex. He's gone; you're safe now." That was all he managed to say, before everything went black.

When Harry woke up, he heard people around him talking. His head was throbbing with pain and the voices were fairly loud, even though the curtain around him was shut. He was just barely able to make out the figures around him.

"You should have seen him, Albus. He used the cruciatus curse twice, then the killing curse! I don't know where he got the magical power from! He was supposed to be drained for at the very least 48 hours after birth!" The Snape figure ranted, throwing its arms up.

"Well, Severus, Harry is an exceptional person. I'm not surprised that he was able to kill Voldemort; it was probably through his anger and the need to protect his child that he got the magical power surge that he needed to kill Voldemort." The Dumbledore figure said, and even though Harry couldn't see it, he would bet his eyes were twinkling.

"Headmaster-" it was Ron, "-why would Harry want to hide his pregnancy from us? We could have helped him; he didn't haven't go through that all by himself."

"Honestly! What was he thinking, to go through that all by himself?" Hermione said, her voice high-pitched with annoyance.

"Harry is a very stubborn person, as you know. He would never ask for any help, but I think he was more afraid that someone might take the baby and hurt it or that someone might find out who the other father is," Dumbledore said. Harry was almost positive his eyes were twinkling now.

"Who is the other father, anyways?" Ron asked.

Harry decided that now was the best time to make it known that he was awake. He groaned loudly. "Could you guys please keep it down? My head is killing me. Where is my son? Is he alright? I want to seen him." He tried to sit up in the bed, but failed miserably. The curtains were immediately jerked back, and Dumbledore smiled at him.

"You will, Mr. Potter, but please calm down, you've had a rough three days. Your son is fine; Madam Pomfrey is taking good care of him."

"Harry, are you alright? You had us worried. Why didn't you tell us you were pregnant?" Hermione said, her questions flowing together in an undecipherable babble.

"Yeah, mate, we could've helped you out." Ron added.

"I'm fine, you guys. It wasn't safe for anyone to know about it, and I had to keep him safe. Now, I want to see him, call Madam Pomfrey for me."

"No need, Mr. Potter, I'm here." Madam Pomfrey said loftily, holding Alex, who was wrapped up in a blue blanket.

"Well, Mr. Potter, I must say, you gave us quite a scare. You were out for a day and half, but not to worry, your son has been taken care of . You have a very healthy 7½ pound baby boy. You're very lucky Mr. Potter, most Male-Pregnancies don't go so smoothly." She said.

"I did my best. The books in the library really helped out a lot. Could I please hold my son now?"

Madam Pomfrey nodded and walked over to him, handing him his son. Ron and Hermione were leaning over, trying to get a glimpse of the baby. They are so not going to expect him to look like Draco.

"Madam Pomfrey, Headmaster, Professor Snape, do you think I could have a few minutes alone with Hermione and Ron?" he asked.

Madam Pomfrey and Snape both looked at Dumbledore, who nodded.

"We'll give you a few minutes, but the afterwards, you need to rest. You magic levels are still low." Madam Pomfrey said. Harry nodded and waited for them to leave the room, and then turned to his friends. Okay, I can do this. I just hope they won't be angry with me.

"Harry, why did you ask then to leave?" Hermione asked, confused.

"You'll see why after you see him; he looks so much like his other father."

"Who is the other father?" Ron asked impatiently. Harry ignored him and gestured them over. They sat on either side of Harry on the bed, and Harry pulled up his knees and place Alex between his legs.

"Ron, Hermione, say hello to Alexander," he slowly pulled back the blanket and he heard them both gasp, but Harry wasn't really paying any attention to them; he was finally taking a good look at his son. He was beautiful; he had beautiful Malfoy blonde hair, but it was all messy and sticking out everywhere. His eye were wide and sparkling silver-gray with small specs of green. Harry gently caressed his son's face and he giggled.

"Harry…" Hermione said slowly, "He looks so much like Malfoy."

"Malfoy, Harry? How? Why? When?" Ron had the look of a confused puppy.

"This was the main reason I didn't want to tell you guys. I would have had to tell you that Draco was the other father. I thought you'd hate me if you knew. You don't hate me, right?"

"No. We would never hate you Harry," Ron said honestly, "but how did it happen? When?"

"Oh it was the night you dragged me to the Slytherin party last year Ron. I drank a little bit too much and so did Draco and one thing led to another and. . ." Harry trailed off. "It's not the way I wanted it to happen, but I don't regret it, entirely. If not for that night, I wouldn't have this little one."

"What do you mean it's not the way you wanted it to happen?" Ron asked, frowning. Smooth, Potter!

"Oh, um…I've sort of had a crush on Draco since the beginning of sixth year, Ron." He said, blushing.

"Really? On Malfoy? Why?"

"I don't know, there is just something about him that I find so incredible and God he's hot." Ron scrunched up his nose in disgust.

"Umm, that was a little to much information, Harry. Why didn't you even tell you were gay or are you bisexual?" Hermione asked.

"No, I'm gay. I have great respect for women, and I think they are beautiful creatures, but I draw the line at having sex with them. Ugh…it just wouldn't feel right. I'm sorry I haven't told you guys. I didn't want to say anything because I thought gays weren't really accepted and if you knew, you wouldn't want anything to do with me, but then I read that most wizards in the wizarding world are actually bisexual. I was meaning to tell you guys, but, I, well, I had other things on my mind."

"Harry, we would never not want to have anything to do with you. We love you. We wouldn't have thought any different from about you if you were gay. You'll always be our friend." Hermione said.

"Yeah, mate, you're stuck with us." Ron added, smiling.

"Thanks, you guys. I am so lucky to have you as friends I would like both of you to be his godparents."

"Really?" Hermione and Ron asked in unison.

"Yeah," Harry answered.

"Brilliant!" Ron said enthusiastically, "Harry, do y'. . .do you think I could hold him?" Harry beamed at his.

"Sure Ron, just don't drop him." Harry said, laughing, and he gently handed Alex over to Ron. After Ron cooed at him for a while up at Harry smiling.

"He's adorable Harry, even if he looks like Malfoy."

"Speaking of Malfoy, what are you going to do about him? Are you going to tell him about the baby?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, I will. Lucius Malfoy was there when I was in labor and he practically delivered the baby; he knows that Alex is his grandson. He's bound to tell Draco that he is a father." Hermione nodded.

"I hope Draco can be part of Alex's life, at least. I know he might not like me very much, but I hope he can at least tolerate being around me, so that he can be a part of his son's life."

"You don't think he feels that same was about you?" Hermione asked. Harry shook his head sadly.

"No, I don't think so, but I'm okay with that. I've accepted that he doesn't love me the way I do him; I just want him to be part of my sons life." Harry knew that if he would look at his friends now, he would probably cry. Hermione lifted his chin with her hand and smiled softly at him.

"Don't worry Harry. We'll always be by our side, just remember that you aren't alone." Harry smiled at her and nodded.

They stayed a little longer and talked about the stuff he had missed the past three days. They had played with Alex and had watched and laughed at Harry's first attempt at changing Alex's diaper. Madam Pomfrey came by at 11 P.M. and shooed them away telling them that Harry needed rest. The bade him a good night and told him they would come back tomorrow.

Harry hadn't left the hospital wing the entire week. Madam Pomfrey had told him he was well enough to leave whenever he wanted, but he had opted to stay; he wasn't ready to leave. Most of the students had now heard that he had a son, but no one except Hermione and Ron knew who the other father is. Ron told him that people were coming up with the strangest stories ever, but that no one was even close to the truth.

Harry wasn't ready to leave, because he was afraid to face Draco. He didn't know what to say to him. He was afraid that Draco would hate him even more, that he had kept the baby a secret.

Harry woke up one night to the sound of someone cooing noises. He looked over and saw Draco standing over their son's crib, and he could hear Alex giggling. Harry smiled.

"Draco?" Harry said tentatively. Draco turned around and looked at Harry, smiling. Harry was amazed how much more alive Draco looked when he smiled.

"God, he looks so much like me, doesn't he?" Harry smiled and nodded.

"Could you bring him over here please." Draco nodded and gently lifted Alex out of the crib and walked over to Harry, who sat up in the bed and pulled up his legs together. He took Alex from Draco and placed him between his propped up legs. He motioned Draco to sit next to him, which he did. He saw that Alex was staring at Draco and studying him with a questioning eye and Draco stared right back. Harry laughed.

"Hey little man, this is Draco, your other daddy." Alex kept staring at Draco. Draco reached out and ruffled Alex' hair. Alex giggled.

"Draco meet our son, Alexander Damien Malfoy-Potter."

Draco looked at Harry. "Why didn't you tell me that you were pregnant? I would have been there for you. You shouldn't have had to go through that all by yourself."

"I was scared; you hate me already. Then there's the fact that your father was a Death Eater; I didn't know if I could trust you not to tell your father. I was afraid of what Voldemort would have done if he had found out that I was pregnant. I didn't know your father was a spy."

"I understand that. I haven't given you many reasons to trust me and after the night we shagged I practically threw you out the next day; I'm sorry I did. If I hurt you I am so sorry. I was very mad at myself that my first time with you was when we were drunk. I was mad so I took it out on you. I don't hate you, far from it."

"I'm sorry too Draco, a lot of times I wanted to tell you. It's your son as much as mine, you should have been part of it, but at least you can be part of watching this little man grow up. If you want to."

"Are you mad? You couldn't keep me away and I promise I'll be by your side the next time we have a baby," Draco said happily. Harry gaped at him.

"A-another baby? W-with me?" he repeated, stuttering.

"Of course! Alex is going to need a little brother or sister to play with, maybe one of each. What do you think? You up to it? I've always wanted to have a big family and I plan on having every single child with you." Draco said with a big grin.

"What, me? Why?"

"Well, if you didn't already figure it out," Draco said pulling their faces closer. "I. Am. So. In. Love. With You." he kissed Harry on his nose, then on his forehead, on each cheek and then a light peck on the lips and pulled away.

Harry was staring at Draco, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes. I am not going to cry. Don't you dare cry, Potter! He kept telling himself not to cry, but it seemed like his tears had a mind of their own and then started flowing down his face. Draco looked at him lovingly, gently wiping away his tears with his thumb.

"Why are you crying, love?"

"I don't know; I guess I never thought you would actually love me back. Do you really?"

"Yes, I do, never doubt it."

Harry smiled at Draco. He still couldn't believe it; it was all a bit overwhelming for him. He loves me. Harry grinned evilly at Draco, he grabbed the Slytherin shirt and pulled him closer and crashed there lips together. Harry kissed him deeply, pouring all of his feelings into the kiss. He pulled away breathlessly.

"I love you too. Just thought you ought to know." Harry smirked.

"Definitely got the message…that was…wow, Harry." Draco said in a dazed voice. They heard Alex giggle beneath them, and they both looked down at him. He giggled again.

"What's so funny little man? You like laughing at your fathers." Harry said tickling Alex, gave another bubbly laugh.

They spent the rest of the night playing with Alex and quietly talking, before finally falling asleep with Alex securely between them.

His family of three was now complete.

-TBC-

A/N: :sigh: I just love fluff. If you've read any of my other stories you know that I love happy endings. I'm such a sucker for happy endings. This was my favorite chapter to write. Draco might have been kinda OCC, but hey I like him that way. My story, my rules...so HA...lol Well tell me what you thought! Please review! Well the epiloque will be up Sunday. Yes the last chapter. I know I don't want it to end either...hehe

Well untill next time my lovely readers,
Pamela aka spamy