Lucius was finally getting the information he needed. The rebellion did have a traitor, one that was unnoticable...a little girl that Voldemort caught and put under his power. Now they found out where the camp was and were getting ready to invade it, but not immediately. How Lucius dreamed about getting his hands back on Azadeh, he'd nearly gone mad because of it. His son would be extremely punished, Harry was to die on sight, and Hermione was to be put back on the auction block.
They had watched the other Star Wars trilogy, Harry was disturbed...how Padme was pregnant and Anakin still turned on her. He worried that he would do the same if Voldemort managed to get him under his power again.
Azadeh watched Hermione and Draco, they seemed to be getting closer and she was glad for it. Draco deserved someone that would love him and be there for him, and she knew Hermione was the person for that.
When they all went to bed, Hermione snuck into Draco's room to sleep. He held her tightly, possessively, "Draco, do you at least care for me?"
"Yes," he said flatly. "Just give me time, Hermione."
"Alright."
She kept having bad dreams, Harry woke her up a few times during the night, "are you alright?"
Azadeh shook her head and teared, "something is going to happen and I can't see exactly when or how." Harry knew that being pregnant, a woman's senses were hightened much more to protect the child...and that would include Azadeh's sixth sense. But because she couldn't exactly how it was going to happen or when, only that it was coming, made his decision difficult.
He held her face, "then you are no longer allowed to leave the camp, do you hear me?" Harry was desperate, her preminitions were always right, this was his only choice. Azadeh only nodded as he held her, squeezing his eyes shut, he couldn't lose her...he would die if he did.
Lucius was called to Voldemort, he had some news that was most interesting. "It seems your Azadeh is...now with child."
"WHAAAT! THAT WHELP! I'LL KILL HIM!" Lucius screamed at the top of his lungs, some of the Death Eaters stood back. He had become more powerful, Voldemort feeding him the potions that he once gave Harry.
"Calm youself, Lucius. You will get her back, but once you do, you are not to kill the child," Voldemort leaned back in his chair.
"But my LORD!"
"Listen. The child she will give birth to will be most powerful, and since I have no desire to procreate myself...I ask that you make sure the child is turned over to me. I WILL raise the child, one that will fit my own means." Voldemort grinned, his own means was to have a young body, one that would hold his soul. He would raise Harry's child to be a certain age and then transfer his soul into the child's body, all the while, making him powerful as he grew...and being Voldemort's doorway to immortality. He was disatisfied with his own body now, it had grown slightly ugly, he wanted a 'fresh start', so-to-speak. "You will be heavily rewared, Lucius, make no mistake about that...plus, you can keep your Azadeh...have as many children as you like to make up for the one that betrayed you.."
Lucius grinned, "of course my Lord. It is very generous of you."
"Just make sure that when you strike the camp, no harm comes to her...if any of you clumsy oafs manage to, I'll kill you," Voldemort watched as the rest of his Death Eaters bowed. "Then we will use her to lead Harry back to us...I will have the pleasure of killing him and THAT will be the end of THAT!"
The Death Eaters cheered, except Lucius, who only grinned again.
Hermione laughed hysterically at Harry, he was constantly babying Azadeh, half the time he wouldn't let her walk up the stairs and would just carry her, "HARRY! I'm pregnant not an invalid!" Draco couldn't help but smile at it either, he had no doubt in his mind he'd be doing the same thing.
"You know you're supposed to rest," Harry stated.
"Yes, rest, not be carried around all the time where I don't get any exercise at all...I'll end up huge otherwise."
Wolfgang smiled, "relax daughter, he's a new father...and all new fathers panic pretty easily. I know I did when your mother was pregnant with you. Wouldn't let her do anything by herself, if she even breathed wrong in her sleep I was afraid something was wrong..."
"Yes, I remember the phone calls in the middle of the night," Azadeh's grandmother, Agnes said kindly. Wolfgang blushed. "Mother, she's wanting to clean the whole house from top to bottom, I can't get her to stop!' I couldn't get you to calm down enough to explain that she was nesting!"
Draco looked confused, "nesting?"
"When a woman is going to give birth to the baby soon, she starts preparing; cleaning everything in sight, buying things that are necessary, fussing over small things...it's normal, the man just has to roll with it."
Mrs. Weasely nodded, "I remember...poor Arthur, didn't know what to do, thought I was going insane." Hermione was laughing, while Draco eyed her a bit and grinned.
Harry put his head in his hands, he was so overwhelmed and then he took Wolfgang aside, "Uh, I was just wondering...what about...the bedroom, would hurt the baby if...?" This was so embarrassing to be asking her father.
"Oh, no. You can do that well into the pregancy, the last month or so is not suggested though, but there are other ways to handle that," Wolfgang chuckled as Harry blushed.
"I am envious though, she has the kind of frame that will barely show," Mrs. Weasely grinned.
"I do?" Azadeh looked down at herself.
"I barely did," Agnes shrugged her shoulders. "Sometimes I'm suprised your father turned out as big a man as he did. At first I thought I couldn't possibly be pregnant for the first six months, but after a few more months, I did start to show enough where people could tell.."
"Okay..."
Hermione grinned, "have you picked a name?"
"No...we normally don't do that until after birth, we look into the eyes of the child and it's soul tells us what their name should be..."
"OOOHHH THAT'S SO CUTE!" Hermione squeeled and held Azadeh tightly.
Azadeh had to get away from everyone, Hermione was more excited than she was and was already picking out baby names. Harry came out soon after, wanting to keep track of his newly pregnant wife, "how come you're out here?"
"It's just a lot, you know, being sensitive at all...it's even worse now that I'm pregnant."
Harry grinned from ear to ear, "you are, aren't you?"
"Yes...DAD, I am."
"I'm really going to be a father," he hugged her hard.
The little spy told them what would happen, Lucius focused on the little girl and listened carefully, "if you attack, the women who are pregnant and the children will be taken to a safe house hidden underneath the camp. But it also has a way out for them in case things get very bad. If you get both ends, you'll be able to trap Azadeh, but she won't just let you take her, you know you'll have to threaten the life of children, she loves the children..."
He agreed, it wasn't below him to threaten the life of a child. But he knew that he would have to bargain with her, she wouldn't go unless they let all of them go...and he would do it. Lucius knew how stubborn she was, risking herself and her child...though he figured she'd be easier to deal with, her hormones making her more gentle and less likely to do anything foolish.
Lucius didn't like the idea of having Harry's child under his roof and inside his Azadeh, but she was the kind of frame that barely showed and so he could pretend she really wasn't, and when she did, he could pretend it was his temporarily. He didn't care if it sounded dillusional, it was how he would get through all of it without wanting to kill the little abomination.
Soon they would attack the camp and soon...she would be back in his arms where she belonged.
Harry couldn't resist Azadeh, she glowed, a light just went around her and she screamed of sex. Wolfgang told him that this was natural for a man to be attracted to, what he called 'the light of creation'. Harry would want her all the time, even if she had already conceived. He kissed her belly, causing Azadeh to giggle and she also found it cute that he got every book on pregnancy he could find. He was the happiest man on the face of the planet right now and no one would take that away.
"I've been training you know, for other fighting styles under your father," Harry stated.
"Really, why?"
"For your protection...and the camp's. Ever since you told me that you had a bad feeling, and your dreams...well, he suggested it."
"I guess that's a good thing," Azadeh's voice was a whisper.
"I know you're worried."
She nodded, "I don't know if it's anything we can prevent..."
"No one will take you from me," Harry hissed. "I'll protect you..."