Author: The Queer Queen
Title: Harry Potter and Aurora, the Last Horcruxe
Spoilers: PS(SS), CoS, PoA, GoF, OoTP, HBP
Summary: Harry Potter has spent his first week of the summer vacation planning and thinking about Voldemort, Snape, and the Horcruxes. Suddenly, he gets an unexpected visit from Malfoy who has brought not only one, but TWO of the Horcruxes with him. Ah...the catch? You'll just have to read to find out.
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Chapter One
Harry stared at the shaking blonde boy, blinked, then continued to stare. 'No way, it's not possible!' Taking a deep breath, Harry went and sat on his little bed. "Okay...I'm calm...and I'm going ask you why the HELL YOU THINK THAT'S POSSIBLE!" The blonde flinched, covering his head and face, and once again Harry felt that twinge of concern towards the obviously battered, and so he said pregnant boy.
"W-well..." The pointed faced boy stuttered, ringing his hands almost violently and causing them to turn bright red. "The-the Dark Lord...he...he um..." Draco licked his lips, starting to wring his hands harder. "He had...had some of your bl-blood and-and..." Draco licked his lips again, Harry noticed that he seemed to do it alot. "And he managed...after you and the W-Weasley girl did the-the deed...he um..." Draco looked down, wringing his hands harder. "He got...got one of her room-room mates to-to-to put her under Im-Imperius and-and well..." Draco made a crude gesture, and Harry instantly turned red.
"He told someone to get my sperm?" Malfoy winced, ducking his head quickly, clenching his hands around one another and nodded his head in confirmation. "And...and he had it put in YOU!" Again, the pale boy winced and nodded. "Why? Tell me now!" Harry had by then lept up and moved to grab the smaller boy, pulling him up and slamming him against the door violently.
"Be-because...he want-wanted some-something from Gryffindor...something n-new..." Malfoy trailed off, eyes wide in fear. "And...and a bod-body if you man-manged to destroy the one he has-has now." Draco swallowed thickly, reaching up and clenching bone-thin hands arounds Harry's wrist. "Pl-please...you're hurting me..." Malfoy's voice was hoarse and ended in a small whimper. Harry blinked, looking at the horribly pale face in front of him.
What could Malfoy possibly gain for coming to him like this? Nothing that Harry could tell from any ways. He looked at the teary, red rimmed gray eyes. The smaller boy looked so...sad. Sad and desperate. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Be-because...The Dark Lord wont-wont be able to put an-another part of his soul into the baby until i-its born." Draco responded, swallowing again, making his Adam's apple bob quickly. "And...I-I don't want my baby to b-be his." Draco continued to clutch at Harry's wrists, definately looking like he was fearing for his life...or in this case the life of his unborn baby. "P-pl-please P-Potter...please...I'll do what-whatever you want just-just help me...us...please?" Draco continued to clutch tightly to Harry's wrists, sharp, jagged nails digging into his wrists.
Silently, he released the pale boy, and watched as he slumped against the door, looking up at him with pleading gray eyes. "How far along are you?" Harry asked before crossing his arms, resisting the urge to gently touch the obviously terrified blonde. And still...Harry couldn't shake one of his other questions. Where was the boy's mother?
"Um...th-three months. About" Draco mumbled, wrapping arms tight around his midsection. Harry mentally counted back three months. That means that Malfoy would have been become, and this still weirded him out a bit, pregnant sometime in April. Sighing a bit, Harry nodded slowly.
"So...you...er...the baby is supposed to be another Horcruxe?" Harry spoke outloud, but in was in more of a thoughtful tone. So...this was supposed to be 'Gryffindor'...or another vessel if he should loose his body again. "What a twisted bastard." Again, it was more a thought than meant to be spoken outloud. Taking a deep breath, Harry went to his little closet and pulled out a large tee shirt. "Alright Malfoy. I'll help you."
The words were barely out of Harry's mouth before he suddenly had an armful of shaking blonde boy. "Th-thank you P-P-Potter." Was mumbled into his shoulder as thin bony arms wrapped around his neck tightly. "Thank you." Harry frowned at the suttering, and hesitantly patted Malfoy on the back. He couldn't hate his one time school-rival. He had, after all, only been trying to protect his family.
"It's alright, Malfoy. It's late. Put this on and tomorrow you can have a shower and a meal. It can't be healthy to be that thin while pregnant." Harry blinked, pulling back with a frown on his face. "For our baby..." It had, after all, been his Gryffindor-Decendant sperm that had been put into the blonde. 'I'll have to figure out how that works too.' The blonde flushed, but nodded. Harry handed him the shirt and turned around to give the skinny ('Pratically anorexic' Harry thought) boy some privacy.
"D-done." Harry turned and looked at the boy before him. Draco had somehow managed to tuck not only his legs, but also his arms up and into the tee shirt, leaving only from his nose up free of the cotton. He looked like he was trying to protect himself...which wasn't too surprising. Almost cautiously, Harry sat on the bed next to Malfoy.
"Malfoy...you're stuttering. You've never stuttered before. What happened?" He watched the blonde look away, then glance at him, then look away again. "Come on...I'm helping you here. The least you can do is answer a few of my questions."
"F-fine." Draco muttered, tucking his nose into the tee shirt as well. "When The Dark-Dark Lord found out that I had-had failed. H-he used Cr-Crucio on-on me and m-my Mum." He paused, wiping at his eyes. "He kill-killed her and messed-messed me up in a-a-a few ways. Stuttering is-is one of them." Draco swallowed, then let his head come free of the shirt. "Can-can I sleep n-now?" Harry nodded absently, and helped Malfoy under the covers. Malfoy dropped off almost instantly.
'Probably hasn't slept in a long time.' Harry thought, and moved to the chair at his desk, intending to watch Malfoy all night. Pulling out a quill and partchment, he began to write a letter to Remus (who was currently recooperating at Number 12).
/Dear Remus,
I have a few questions for you. Number one is, how do wizards get pregnant? You're probably wondering why I'm asking, and I'll explain more when I see you in person. Number two is, when will you come and get me from the Dursley's? And the third...which is actually more of a comment is: When you do come and get me, have an extra bed made up.
Thanks,
Harry/
He quickly sealed the letter and gave it to Hedwig. "Take this to Professor Lupin, girl." She affectionately nipped at his fingers before flying off. Harry knew there would be questions to answer in the morning from the Dursley's, and he knew that they would object to Malfoy staying...but maybe he could play Aunt Petunia on the whole 'guilt trip' thing that he'd heard of. It was worth a try at least. Sighing, he turned and began his night vigil on the shallowly breathing, sleeping blonde in his bed.