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 Two
The next day came sooner than Draco would have liked, and when he felt Potter shaking him awake, he couldn't help the little whine that escaped his throat. "Come on Malfoy," Potter shook his harder, and really...that was starting to be a bad idea. "wake up already Malfoy." Oh, he was awake...but now he needed to throw up.
"Urg...gonna..." Draco leaned over the side of the bed and gave a bit of a wet cough and gag combonation. "...thr-throw up..." Draco made the gagging noise again. And almost instantly he was being pulled up and dragged down towards the bathroom. Which really? Again not a good idea.
"Don't you dare barf out here Malfoy!" And at this point...Draco almost did it just to piss the other boy off. But then thought better of it. 'After all,' Malfoy mentally scolded himself, 'it's either do as he says or go crawl in a ditch.' And if he was honest with himself...he didn't like either idea. A bright light blinded him for half a moment before he was pushed down and over a toliet...which was very good since he lost anything and everything he had eaten in the last week. "That's disgusting."
'Can't agree with you more, Potter.' He didn't say this outloud since his throat and mouth were busy divesting him of everything from his stomach. Though, eventually he was out of even bile.
Slowly, the ashen boy moved and leaned against the tub/shower combo. He watched with hazy gray eyes Potter flushed the toilet and handed him a toothbrush with toothpaste on it. Usually, his Malfoy breeding would forbid him from using another person's hygene products...but he really couldn't be picky at the moment. Brushing his teeth was a slow moving process. But while he was doing that, Potter ran him a bath and got him some fresh (and he really hand to bite his tongue not to comment on the 'bags') clothes and a towel.
"Alright Malfoy, up you go." He was hauled up, and forced (well he thought it was forced) to lean over the sink and spit and rinse. Mouth feeling fresher, Potter shut and locked the door before helping him remove the large tee shirt. When Harry reached for Draco's boxers, he yelped when his hand was slapped away.
"No. I can do that." Draco gave him a dark look before turning his back on Potter, who in turn, turned away from Malfoy. He only turned back when he heard a small splash signalling that the other boy was seated in the tub. When Harry turned back, he glared. "Wh-what?" Draco stuttered, and really? He was starting to hate it even more. Looking down, he frowned as realization came to him. Ah...his Dark Mark. Though, it didn't look like other Dark Marks. Nope...his was all slashed up.
"What happened to you Mark?" It seemed that Potter's curiosity was stronger than his anger concerning this. Draco cast him a suspecious look before glancing down at his mutilated arm.
"I...um...I cut-cut it u-up." Draco answered softly, sniffling a bit. "After...after The Dark Lor-Lord killed my-my Mum." He had, after all...failed his mission. Gently, he rubbed the mutilated Mark, almost smirking. "Doesn't...It doesn't work any-anymore." He didn't know why. Maybe it was because he'd cut it up, maybe it was because the Dark Lord didn't need him anymore...maybe he just didn't have any feeling in that arm. He wasn't sure. Licking his lips, he dunked himself under water and came back up looking like a wet...well...a wet ferret.
Potter giggled, which was rather disturbing. Frowning, Draco began to wash himself and by the end of the scrubbing, scraping, and sometimes wincing...he was looking much more like his 'old' self. Potter turned when he stood and dried off, though that was also slow going since he was still rather weak.
After dressing in the tent that Potter called clothes he cleared his throat. "Done?" Potter asked before turning around, and chuckled. "You look like I did in those clothes when I was eleven." This got Potter an extremely dirty and nasty look. "Come on...let's get you something to eat. Then...then I want more detailed answers about how you came to be...pregnant." Draco nodded, knowing that he didn't really have a choice.
The duo walked downstairs, and Draco was met with something that even his nightmares couldn't conjure.
Duddly eating breakfast.
The blonde shuddered, and glanced at Harry as he was led him to the chairs. Draco sat next to Harry, and was closer of the two to Duddly. Shuddering, the blonde glanced at the Horse-Woman (Aunt Petunia), then at the Blimp (Uncle Vernon), before looking back at Piggy (Duddly). Draco sneered a bit. "Doesn't it kn-know how to eat properly?" Draco gestured towards Duddly while looking at Harry, who snickered softly. The Blimp began to infalte more and turn a little pink. And the Horse-Woman glared at him with beady little eyes. Draco returned the glare.
"Shut up ya freak!" Piggy's voice annoyed Draco, and Draco glared at him before beginning to nibble on the toast in front of him. Draco almost growled when he felt a thick foot make contact with his shin. It was still obvious that he'd been beaten up, if the bruises and clean cuts on his face were any indication. Draco looked towards the Blimp, who smirked at him, then towards the Horse-Woman who had her eyes firmly on the plate ('Mother would have hexed her for being such a coward.' Draco thought silently, not many people knew that Narcissa Malfoy was just a bit of a femininist.) and then towards Harry who was glaring at Piggy. Well...at least someone cared that the big thing had almost broken his leg.
Breakfast was silent for the rest of the meal, then Harry cleaned up while the Blimp kissed the Horse and Pig good-bye. The Horse glared at Harry and Draco before leaving the kitchen, and Draco glared at her back.
That left the three teenage boys in the kitchen alone.
"Why're you all bruised?" Draco glared at Piggy, but didn't answer. He got another kick in his shin, which caused him to wince. "I asked ya a question ya freak! Tell me why you're all bruised!"
"Duddly, leave him alone." Harry's voice was sharp, commanding, and just a little frightening. Draco looked over at him, a small frown on his face. Potter and Piggy glared at one another for a minute before the porker stood and waddled out of the kitchen and to the living room. "Sorry 'bout him...he's a idiot." Draco nodded, nibbling on a piece of fruit. When Harry finished cleaning the kitchen, the two boys made their way up to the small bedroom again. Draco went to the bed instantly and laid down. Potter sat at the desk.
"Wh-what?" Draco muttered, pulling the covering up to his chin with a small frown.
"Okay...you said that Voldemort," Draco winced, "had some girl from Ginny's dorm put her under Imperius and like...sucked my sperm out of her?" Draco winced at the crudeness of the comment but nodded. "And then Voldemort put it in...you? How is that possible? You're a boy." Draco sighed, this was gonna take forever.
"There is a po-potion that will en-enable males to become preg-pregnant. It's usually for-for same-sex coup-couples so that th-they can have-have a baby to-together." Draco swallowed a bit. "The-the Dark Lord has-has always liked the-the Malfoy fea-features." Draco shrugged a bit, for the Dark Lord that was reason enough. "And...and he found out that-that you were the-the heir of Gryffindor." Draco rubbed his stomach absently. "New heir...and h-he wants the baby for a...a Hor-Horcruxe." Draco swallowed agian. "He...he killed my Mum...and Father." Draco choked on a sob then took a deep breath. "And-and he said that after-after the babe was bor-born I was dead too." Draco wiped his eyes. "Nine...nine months isn't long-long enough for me."
Harry watched Draco for another moment before handing him a tissue. The skinny boy wiped his eyes and nose with it. "And...he wants to use...the baby as a shell or something? If...if I were to destroy his body?" Draco nodded, and Harry took a deep breath before sighing. "Okay...I owled Professor Lupin...he'll know what to do."
"The...the werewolf!" Draco's voice rose an octave or two as he began to shake. His father had always told him horror stories (which the elder Malfoy claimed were 'bedtime stories') about werewolves...he was terrified of the things. Potter rolled his eyes at his fear, which just made him angry.
"Calm down...he wont hurt you. Alright," Potter stood and began to pace, rubbing the back of his neck thoughtfully. "if you're pregnant you should rest." Potter stopped, and something seemed to hit him suddenly. He turned and looked at Draco with wide eyes, a small smile on his face. "I don't want...our baby to hurt. Rest...I'll...I'll bring you lunch when it's time." Draco nodded absently, he was tired. He watched as the still smiling Potter began to work on his summer homework.