Their Son

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters nor do I own Hogwarts, that honor belongs to J.K. Rowling I'm afraid. I am a poor high school student so please do not sue me. This is a story from my imagination and all characters that are obviously not named in the HP books are mine.

Warnings: slash, AU - i guess, though it could happen I think

Summery: Set seventeen years after Harry and the gang are in Hogwarts, Harry and Draco have a son and he has just turned sixteen. Much interesting things occure.

Chapter One

I always knew I was different. Always. Ever since I was little, about four years old, I knew that I was unlike most little boys. Whenever I got angry, I could do things that no one else at my daycare could do; I could make things float in the air; when I was angry with the other children I would inadvertantly hurt them. I was thrown out of daycare for that, even though I told them that I was unable to control it. No one believed me. Except my fathers.

That's another thing about me that is different. I have two dads. And one of them gave birth to me. I was never allowed to tell anyone that though. Not even after I started going to the Other school every year. Hogwarts. I met other people who were like me. But I was still different. My dads still would not let me tell anyone that Harry had given birth to me just the year after they had gotten out of Hogwarts themselves. It was a rule with my dads, the only real rule they had ever enforced: tell no one about Daddy Harry giving birth to me and avoid talking about both Daddy Harry and Daddy Draco the best that I could.

And now I am even more different. I just turned sixteen two days ago. I came into my Inheritence. I am no longer human like I had thought I was. I am like my father Draco, a veela. Half-veela actually, but veela none the less. Luckily I am not in school right now. It would be bad to have come into my Inheritance without my dads to be with me. Draco is explaining to me the basics of being veela. I have to be careful of my magnetic attraction. If I am not careful I could have every jerk in Hogwarts chasing after me when I get back to school in September. And I am going to be scenting my mate soon, or so Draco tells me.

I'm sixteen and I am going to have a mate for life. This will not be fun. Or it might be, if the same kind of things happen as what happened when Draco scented Harry and was trying to get him to be his mate. Draco had told me what happened, all the awkwordness, the blushing, and the intense pull toward one another that had scared both of them. I was shocked when they told me that they had not always been close to one another. Their early hatred of one another was shocking as well, you wouldn't have been able to tell it by the way they were with each other now, always holding hands and and snuggling with one another. It was sweet to know that the muggle addage was true: there is a fine line between love and hate.

School starts in less than two weeks. Harry was fretting over my charms that kept the attraction in check, and Draco was brewing a potion aimed at surpressing my sexual needs. According to Draco I would be unable to hold myself back when I scented my mate unless I took the potion.

I don't have a clue to who I might scent. All I'm hoping for is a boy, I really don't feel like going straight. Yes, I am gay, and it's not that surprising if you actually look at me. I look like I would be gay. At least, that's how it seems to me. But most people would probably say that I was just a pretty boy. I am tall, thin, and slimly muscled. My eyes are grey-silver like Draco's and my hair is black like Harry's and contantly in dissary. I wear somewhat feminine clothing, or so I'm told by my band mates; I love wearing fishnet shirts, armwarmers, all that manner of things. I wear eyeliner and dark eyeshadow all because I feel like it. I wear baggy pants with all manner of straps and chains hanging on them. And to the shock most people, even my fathers, -but not my band- I indulge my feminine side by wearing a cerise g-string. Well, I'm wearing my cerise one today. I have others, many others.

My dads are right now looking at me as though I had just sprouted a second head and a third arm.

"Cale, why are you playing with your g-string?" Harry asks me and it is only then that I realize that I am grinning like a fool. I was indeed playing with the thin strap resting on the almost nonexistant curve of my left hip.

"No reason Dad. I was just thinking about what it will be like to scent my mate. Wondering when I would scent him," I respond and then hastily add, "or her."

"Cale, we know that you are gay and we hope that you will scent a male mate, but nature sometimes does not work that way." Draco tells me, a reassuring smile on his pale face. Harry goes to him, leaving me with a finger still hooked in my g-string, and slips a tan arm around his waist. They love each other so much, I can't wait to have that with my mate.

"Cale, why don't you go check on that owl of yours?" Harry asks, nuzzling his nose against Draco's neck.

"Okay, Dad. I get it, you want to have sex with Dad here in the kitchen. All you had to do was say so," I grinned at them and gladly ran up the stairs to my room. Closing the door, I look around the massive black space and smile. I'm going to miss it when I have to go back to Hogwarts in nine days.

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