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A/N It's done! this story is finished -stamps complete on it- So be happy, means I'm going onto other stories to finish them up! and be sad! cause it's done! Toodles and have a lovely day :P And thankies for all the reviews! I love you all :
You were woken up earlier that morning by Madame Pomfrey. "Come on, she's starting to fuss, we need to feed her." the healer whispered, and you got up off of the bed and opened the curtains.
The patients were still sleeping, and you could see Draco's white blonde hair splay across the pillow as he snores lightly. You look to the very end of the infirmary and see a small little cradle decorated in light pink ribbons and frills. The only thing out of place is the serpent-like tail sticking out from the side, curling and uncurling.
You walk up to the cradle; laughing at how odd she looks lying on a bunch of pink coloured cushions and soft baby blue blankets. Her eyes still haven't opened, but she seems active. If you count her tail moving slightly as active of course.
"You call that starting to fuss?" you ask, snickering silently.
Madame Pomfrey sends you a glare, replying with, "She was starting to whine before you came. I didn't want her screaming and waking anybody up. She really has to be moved to your room."
You nod in understanding, leaning over to pick up the creature. She starts to wiggle in your hands, making loud whines. "I don't have any milk to feed you, Sorane; you have to wait a few seconds for me to get some." you hiss to her, unaware you are actually using Parseltongue.
She seems to understand you, even though she has not hissed anything back, or spoken at all. You look away towards the healer. "How fast will she grow? In my stomach she grew rapidly, so will she be the same now?" you ask curiously.
"I don't think so, she's the same size as she was when she was born. I think the spell affected your body with the pregnancy, not the creature itself. Have you given.. it a name yet?" Madame Pomfrey responded, looking at your baby with nervousness.
"Yes, Sorane Potter." you answer, looking at the baby whose starting to wiggle again. "I think I need to get her food…" you say, unsure of what she would eat.
"Try milk like a human, if she doesn't take it, try meat I'm guessing. She's half serpent after all." the healer responded, starting to move to a patient who was awakening. "I'll be in here if you need me, Mr. Potter, for now I suggest you take your Sorane and go to the kitchen. The cradle will be in your room, along with Mr. Malfoy."
"Malfoy?" you ask, startled.
"Yes, I promised him the baby would be around when he woke up but I don't want anyone else to see her until Dumbledore's sure she's safe." Madame Pomfrey said.
"She is safe! She hasn't done anything!" you protest, holding your wriggling child tightly to your chest.
"That remains to be seen. She has been made for different reasons, what if it is not in her nature to be kind? What if she only has a cruel nature? It cannot be helped sometimes Potter," the healer said stiffly, "Now go and feed her."
You would have hexed the woman, but leaving seemed to avoid your bubbling anger. She didn't even know what the baby would be like; it was just that, a baby. Hagrid would see your ways! And if need be, you'll get him to back you up on this. Anyone who thinks a dragon can be a baby pet will help you keep your baby creature.
If, of course, Hagrid is going to be coming back from Hogwarts on the weekend. He usually did before you were captured, and it was Friday today. It was a wonderful thing to know the days again. During your stay with Draco at Voldemort's 'home,' you didn't know one day from the next.
You weren't sure where to go first, your room or the kitchen. You settle for going up to Ginny's room, pounding on her door and asking her to grab you some milk for Sorane. Walking up the stairs, Sorane starts to make more of a fuss, whining in a way that sounds too human to be like a creature.
"Yeah, yeah, stop it you, we're almost there." you whisper to her, arriving at Ginny's door and knocking on it lightly.
"Just a minute!" Ginny calls from inside, and you hear footsteps scrambling towards the door. The door opens to reveal Ginny's smiling face; she was always too much of a morning person, which quickly turned into one of shock.
"Good god, I heard you gave birth but I never imagined the child would look like that!" she exclaimed, noticing your glare she shut up right away, though, from any further comments.
"Can you get me some milk… or something. I have no clue what newborns eat!" you cry out in desperation, because Sorane is now starting to open her mouth and let out small wails. "Please do something." you whine out, getting uncomfortable with the situation.
Ginny smiles, shaking her head, as if getting over her shock, and laughing at your unprepared parenthood. "Give me a second Harry, I'll be back after getting mom's advice, I'll try to keep her at bay from coming in to see her. I don't think we're ready for anyone else to see her yet. It is a her?" Ginny blabbered out.
You head was spinning at how fast she talked; you could only answer one question, "Yes it's a her, and Madame Pomfrey said she looked like a her." You're unsure if it's a good or bad thing to be proud to say that, but your child is pretty, you can see that now.
"Okay, wait in your room and I'll get you something. Really, Madame Pomfrey should have explained you need to boil water a bit, add a powder formula to it, and then feed it to her." Ginny said, leaving the room quickly because Sorane is really starting to let it belt out.
You mumble darkly after her as you move along the hallway to your room about how you're a guy and were never meant to be put in this position of being a mother to a creature.
Opening your door, you see the cradle that had been in the infirmary sitting right beside your bed and Draco Malfoy resting on your bed. 'Wonderful, I have to deal with him in my room, not to mention Snape probably coming around to check up on him. Oh how I love this…' you think darkly, getting rather annoyed with the crying child in your arms.
You rock Sorane back and forth, trying hush her up with soft noises, but it doesn't work. She's hungry, and she wants food, NOW! You sigh and take a seat on one of your chairs, hoping Ginny hurries up with that milk.
Ginny finally comes into the room, looking more then highly annoyed. When she sees Draco lying on the bed, she sends him a death glare, as if raising her shackles. "What is he doing here?" she growled out.
You send her a weak smile. "Not right now, can we feed her and stop this blasted crying please?" you moan, wanting to cradle your head with the headache the creature wriggling in your arm is giving you.
Ginny looks at you and nods, seemingly to just notice the wails coming from the little creature's open mouth. There is a set of fangs there, and you can tell it's making Ginny nervous to get close to Sorane.
You let out a frustrated sigh, having quite enough of this crying, and grab the bottle from her, setting it against Sorane's black lips. Sorane seems to take a second to register what it is, but she seems to get the idea.
Sorane starts to suck it, her wails ceasing finally. You look at Draco enviously; he gets to rest while you're busy feeding your daughter. You'll wake him up one day when he's better and force him to feed her while you have your beauty rest!
Draco finally seems to return to the land of the living, getting up slowly and recognizing straight away he's not in the hospital wing. "Where the hell am I!" he asks, looking over at you and Ginny, eyes narrowing when he sees her standing there.
"You're in Harry's room, although why I have no clue." Ginny snaps at him. Draco starts to look around his surroundings, nodding to himself it seems like.
"Not too bad Potter, I could get used to rooming here." Draco states. Ginny seems to want to bash his brain in.
"Who says you'll be staying in this room?" she asks coldly, and you decide you're going to need to keep these two separated; somehow.
Draco gives her a superior look, and then blurts out, "Well, unless you've already taken up residence, I don't see any reason why I can't be here, since this is where my daughter will be as well. Now speaking of daughter, I want to see her."
"Draco, Ginny, both of you shut up. Established, you don't like each other, given you're both wanting to be around me, conclusion, deal with it and learn to get along." you snap at them both, holding the now still Sorane.
They both look at you surprised, as if realizing just now that you're there. "Okay that's nice Harry, now bring me my daughter!" Draco demands, and you give him a glare.
"Shut up and let her eat." Ginny says to him, none to happy that you've told her to try to get along with Draco Malfoy, prick extraordinaire.
"Ginny what did your mother say?" you ask, deciding to create a distraction and get Ginny out of there as quick as possible.
"She wants to see you sometime soon so she can show you how to make the milk for her, and wants to see the baby. Also, Dumbledore's going to be popping around and about to see you about her too." Ginny says, and then a light seems to go on her brain and her face lights up.
"Oh what are you going to name her, Harry? After Hermione, your mother? Me!" she asked excitedly, and you hear Draco cough as if trying to hold back something nasty to say to her.
"Oh, uh… no Ginny, I'm sorry. As much as I love you, her name's Sorane Potter." you reply, smiling. Draco lets out a disgruntled yowl, and you smirk, knowing he wants the last name changed. "Oh fine, Sorane Potter-Malfoy."
"I think you should leave it at Sorane Potter, Harry." Ginny says, sending a glare towards Malfoy, you think she'd get the fact Draco doesn't care and you want them to get along. You know that one will be a very bumpy road.
"Well, some of us think that this isn't only Harry's daughter." Draco said in defense of himself, and if you were not holding Sorane you'd smack them both over the head.
"Ginny, can you please go so I can talk to Draco? I think we need to establish a few things." you ask her, looking pleadingly at her.
She looks torn from arguing to agreeing; in the end she concedes and leaves the room, with one last glare at Draco. You lift Sorane up, who has finished the bottle, and put the bottle down. You pat her back a bit wondering if this is the right thing to do. You remember Hermione saying something about patting a baby back after breast-feeding.
You forgot that it was to get them to spit up, which Sorane does, on the back of your robes. "Shit." you whisper out, picking Sorane up and heading off to the bathroom for a towel.
"Get back here with that baby!" Draco commands, but you ignore him as you take off your robes and put them into a hamper, taking a cloth from the side of your bathroom and wiping off Sorane's mouth with it.
You put it down in the sink and come out with the baby, who is starting to feel heavier now. You never thought holding a baby would be this much work. Sorane starts to wiggle about again, her tail trying to curl around something, which happens to be your legs.
You pull her away from your body, and walk over to the bed where Draco lays, and hand it over to his waiting arms. "There take it Mr. I am so pushy and important." you say. Sorane stays perfectly still now in his arms, as if deciding whether she likes him or not.
She seems to like him, because she waists no time in figuring out a way to wrap her tail around his arm. Once she is lying in his arms, her little head in the palm of his hand, and her tail wrapped securely around his arm, she settles down.
Malfoy doesn't even comment at you, he's too busy looking at her with a sort of worshipping look in his eyes. He seems to be having an internal conversation, one you want in on.
Draco looks up at you with his grey blue eyes, smiling. "Potter, you have finally accomplished something worth mentioning to the world, I have to say. Even defeating the Dark Lord can't beat this." he says and you roll your eyes at him, sitting down beside him.
"Thank you for your vote of confidence." you respond sarcastically, reaching over to pet Sorane's hair.
"Where did Sorane come from?" he asks you, and you shrug, because you honestly do not know.
"I just thought of it. It's for her; she is her own being after all. Sorane Potter-Malfoy, I think it goes." you reply, lying down on your comfortable bed. It so beats that hospital bed.
"I think it should be Sorane Draco Malfoy-Potter. I am, after all, the man in this ensemble." Draco tells you, and you know that's never going to happen, ever.
"You're off your rocker if you think any child of mine will have your name in it, I draw the line at Potter-Malfoy, you arrogant git." you playfully growl leaning in for a kiss on his lips.
He lets you have this kiss, responding to it and biting down on your lips. "But she'll feel special, who wouldn't want my name in their name?" he asks, smirking at you.
"Me for one." and with that said you slap him on the head lightly, steal Sorane from his arms, and cuddle her tightly to your chest like a precious gem. He still attempts to get her from you though, but it's not going to happen.
You are now attached to her, and you've only had her for a few hours now. You only hope Dumbledore will be as understanding as he usually is with these things. In any event, you will find out soon.
You and Draco sit around in your room for the rest of the morning, him still recovering from the severe curse laid upon him, you, pretty much the same. Pregnancy is very much a curse, no matter how it is thrust upon one.
You were just about ready to fall asleep with Sorane wrapping her snake like body around you, cuddling up in a strange way, when Draco suddenly lets out a surprised yelp. You look up to see him staring at the door with wide grey eyes.
You turn your head to see Dumbledore's old frame standing in the doorway, Snape looming behind him. He's staring at you, or more likely, Sorane's black form as she gently squeezes around you and curls her little hands in your robes.
"Uh… Hello Albus, I'm sorry but we didn't know when you were…" you started to say before Snape barged his way between Dumbledore and the doorframe, making his way over to Draco.
"Save it, Potter, I can't believe that witch let him in here, he's not recovered yet!" Snape complained, holding out a salve vial and handing it to Draco. They then started a silent conversation, leaving Harry to conclude his sentence weakly and talk with Dumbledore.
"Coming. God do I hate that man." You glare in their direction before untangling Sorane, who squealed and started to cry as you tried to pry her tail off you leg. You let out a sigh of frustration, holding her tight as she cried, trying to wrap herself around you again. It seems to comfort her to be close to you.
"Potter, don't upset my daughter!" Draco said, looking up at you for a brief moment, before going back into his low conversation with Snape.
"Well if she wasn't entangling herself around my legs and making it hard for me to move, then I wouldn't!" you hiss out under your breath, fed up with how he's been ordering you around all day. He's not your 'master' anymore, if he was ever that.
"Harry, I've already heard what happened from Molly and Ginny. I'm so very sorry that it happened, but sometimes fights are harder to control who captures whom…" Dumbledore said, and you give him a look that tells him you don't want to hear it. He stopped with his apologies, but stared at your daughter with a thoughtful expression.
"Harry, some will believe she's dangerous, I hope you can understand that enough to deal with it." Dumbledore said, nodding his head to your daughter. You let a smile embrace your face; he was going to let you keep her.
"I have someone to help protect her." you reply, pointing a thumb in Snape and Draco's direction. Dumbledore's eyes seemed to twinkle with a blue gleam, and he nodded in his understanding.
"I should get going, we have a meeting. But I have strict orders from Molly that you stay in bed for at least two days. She's concerned because pregnant women should not be up and about after giving birth, and neither should you." Dumbledore said before getting up and walking over to the door.
"Oh and Harry, good luck. I have a feeling with the parents she has, she'll be more of a trouble maker because of it." And with that he was gone. You looked at her daughter and hoped he was wrong, because if you have another Potter on your hands, you know you're in trouble.
Snape finally gets up and looks over at you, well more like a seething death glare. "Draco, just remember that." and you look at them quizzically, but Draco only gives you a toothy grin for reassurance. Some reassurance.
Soon Snape is also gone and Draco starts cackling silently to himself. "What the hell is so funny?" you snap, getting annoyed with Sorane trying to wrap her black smooth scales around your body. It's a fight with children; you wished you'd realized it before all this happened.
"My daughter is going to be very mischievous and annoying, hopefully driving you to the edge of insanity. I knew one day I'd have revenge on you." he says, smirking as if he's already superior in this new environment.
'Don't get too comfy.' you think, and aloud you tell him, "Good for you, I hope for my revenge she bites your hand off one day." He only laughs at you for this comment.
"She'll love me more because I'll spoil her." he states simply, watching you struggle with her, finally giving up and letting her have her way. She wraps herself around you arm, yawning and falling asleep, her weight weighing lightly on your chest and arms.
"The hell she will, I'm the one who went through hell and back just to give birth to her." You snap back, settling down on the bed for a nap.
"We both did." he replies, getting up and laying down next to you, hugging his arms around your body and nuzzling your neck. You know you're not going to be having sex for a while, you're still somewhat sore, but cuddling is nice.
Funny how, even though you feel safe in his arms with Sorane stubbornly hanging onto you, chaining your arms together, you know you're not safe. Voldemort still wants your head, there are ignorant people who will harm Sorane, and Ginny has a death wish for Draco.
Safe, it's not a word that can be trusted, because it simply does not belong.
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(I know it was sorta rushed but there was nothing else to say o.O if I wrote anymore it'd be all about Sorane and their life with her but that'd be a diff. story all together honestly...)