Children of Mine

by TheWickedess

Draco's pregnant. Harry doesn't know. Since there is 'nothing more important to Harry than this war' Draco decides to raise his children using his own devices. Will he come back?

3. Chapter 3

1Title: Children Of Mine

Chapter: 3 of ?

Author: TheWickedess

LJ: WickedWriter

Wordcount: 7,400

Pairing: HP/DM

Rating: Hard R

Main Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings:Post-OoTP

Week 12

Draco was upset. No, that was an understatement. Draco was livid. He was now in his third month of pregnancy, and if it were bad for a female—it was murder for him. His only visitors were Darik and his father. Luckily, he did have his necessities such as ice-cream (cookies and cream, and cookie dough), Cereal (Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Captain Crunch Berries), and small things to torture—but one of his largest needs was missing. People to boss around and make completely miserable just like he was. A knock on his door. Rising from his chair in which he was reading 'So you wanna get him back for doing this to you' and peeked through the peephole. Even though he was in The Realm things were still dangerous. Three days ago some dangerous beast came around the borders of his fence with Darik right on his heels. Draco was shocked to see Darik take care of the animal with just a broadsword—no wand in sight.

It was Darik at the door. His so called 'protector'. Now that Draco thought about it what qualified him to be a good protector for him? What did he know about knocked-up men? Draco unlocked the door with a wave of his hand and went back to his reading. It took a moment for Darik to open the door and after he got in Draco saw why. His arms were filled with books. Draco looked at him curiously as he struggled to find somewhere to place them.

Once the large man had placed the books on the floor with a thud he looked at Draco sourly. "Thank you for the help."

"What me?" Draco asked eyes wide. "But I shouldn't be doing any heavy lifting. I'm pregnant. You wouldn't want me to hurt my sons would you?" Draco asked aghast and Darik just rolled his eyes.

"When I was pregnant I did plenty of heavy lifting, and fighting. I even fought off a rival Lord," Darik rolled his eyes and smirked at Draco's open-mouthed shocked look.

"Close your mouth," he teased. "It's not becoming of a Malfoy." Draco snapped his mouth closed quickly.

"You? Took it in the ass?" He demanded laughing and Darik glared.

"My lover was a very powerful and demanding Lord," Darik glowered.

"Oh come off it," Draco said waving it off still laughing. "You sound like you didn't enjoy it. Anyway, I'm not one to be talking am I? I never topped with Har—him." Draco didn't even say his name anymore. In an effort to forget. However, it seemed the rest of the world was not trying to let him forget.

"Him? Oh you mean Potter. The green-eyed runt who stole your heart and your ass," Darik laughed and Draco glared.

"Oh come off it!" Darik mocked using Draco's words against him. "You look like you didn't enjoy it. Anyway, I'm not one to talk am I? But I did get the chance to top sometime."

Draco just glared until he realized something. "What time period are you from?" He asked Darik who looked a little taken back by the question.

"Early Middle Ages," he said with a shrug. "Oh! That reminds me—I finally caught up with the woman who is to be your nursemaid. That is what all these books are for," Darik gestured to the books he had brought in.

"There are books on male pregnancy?" Draco asked and Darik shook his head negative.

"These are books on her history. She is from the Early Roman Empire and lets just say she makes sure everyone knows it and if you don't want to hear her mouth you need to know everything."

"Right," Draco said skeptically. "What's her name?

"Aemilia," Darik responded promptly. "And she will be hear some time in the next two weeks. She was on a quest when I contacted her."

"A quest?" Draco asked wrinkling his nose and Darik nodded not noticing. "Yes, said she needed some more rare medicinal herbs. Something about having to sedate you while she cuts you open."

"What?" Draco demanded and Darik smiled.

"Oops. Did I let that slip?"

-oOo-

Week 13

There was a knock on Draco's door. At 8 in the morning. No one disturbed him at eight in the morning. It just was not done. Everyone knew that at 8 in the morning Draco Malfoy was doing his cardio, his very manly cardio, and hated to be disturbed.

"Come in," he snapped raising his head slightly. The position they were now in had them with their legs spread apart and each hand on their respected ankles.

The person knocked again.

"I said come in dammit!" He roared at the door above the 'music' that was playing. "I'm not going to open it so you'd better open it yourself."

There was something on the other side of the door that sounded like a "hump" and then his whole door was blown off his hinges in a large, bright blast. Standing in front of where his door used to be was a woman of a very menacing 5'0, waving her wand back and forth.

"Better?" She asked with an evil smirk on her face and stepped forward. Draco saw that while she was old, she was not old. She had many wrinkles on her face, but her skin was not saggy and her body looked as lithe as ever. She had sharp intelligent grey eyes and dirty blonde hair, which was in a tight bun. She was 5'0 but carried her self as if she were six feet tall.

"Who in the hell do you think you are?" Draco demanded, but as he looked into her one eyebrow raised stare, his question just faltered off. "Aemilia." It was a statement not a question and she smirked.

"At least you are wise enough to know that," she stated and Draco realized that he was going to be dominated. Again. "Yes. I am Aemilia, the best male pregnancy expert there ever was." She was saying as she began to make her way to his couch.

"And what makes you so qualified?" Draco sneered, trying to hold on to his imposing nature while wearing his cardio outfit complete with sweatbands.

She looked at him in amusement. "The first pregnant male was my son, the second his lover, and the third my grandson," her amusement then ended. She took her wand long whippy wand made of rosemary and snapped it across the floor in front of him like a ruler.

"But what do you think you are doing? You are a pregnant male Malfoy. Not some pregnant housewife who wants to keep her figure after pregnancy so her husband will still love her!" She yelled and Draco blushed deeply exposing his 'secret.'

"I see," she said quietly and walked back over to where he door used to be. She frowned slightly, waved her wand, muttered an incantation and his door was back where it used to be. She turned to him and Draco decided that he did not like the devilish look in her eye. "It seems. I have a lot of work to do," she said decidedly. "So it would be best to get to it."

Little did Draco know, that those words meant the beginning of hell for him.

-OoOoOoO-

"Here are your prenatal vitamins," she said over dinner and handed Draco some of what looked like a bunch of rabbit food. He detected a couple of acorns, a bay leaf, what seemed to be a piece of a cactus minus the needles, a piece of candytuft, a daffodil, a couple eucalyptus leaves, fever few and fennel, garlic, holly leaves, hyssop, two iris's a couple jasmines, juniper—and many more.

Draco looked at her and swallowed the remark that was in his mouth. He separated those that he knew and then left the rest. "What are these?" He asked and she sighed.

"What do they teach you children nowadays? Lily, calia lily, day lily, tiger lily, mint, moss, nasturtium, orange blossom, cattleya orchid, orchid, palm leaves, yellow poppy, rose bud, rosemary, sage wisdom, stock, sunflower, thyme, variegated tulip, violet, yarrow, yarrow, yarrow, yellow zinna,"

"And I have to eat these because?" Draco asked and she snapped at him her eyes narrowing.

"Because you want your kids to come out with the best as the best. These are the flowers for health, wealth, healing, beauty, wisdom, and many others. Are you questioning my methods?" She hissed the last part her eyes narrowed into tiny slits.

"No, mam," Draco, said frozen in his chair. "But—" he tried. "Must I eat all of them everyday?"

"Yes!" She yelled jumping up from her chair. "If you eat enough yarrow during pregnancy your children will heal like that—" she snapped. "Strength, they will get stronger and wiser by the day. I know what I am doing you cunnus, and it would be wise of you to remember that."

"Yes mam," Draco muttered as he twiddled his thumbs.

"Good," she said as she eased herself back into her hair, and waved back some of the strands of hair that had fallen out of her bun. "Now, I would like for you to put these in your food when you eat. I do not care which ones you put with which meal, but they all must be devoured before eight o'clock each day. I will find the plants and herbs for you until I believe you until the children are born. Then if you want to continue my methods you will have to find them on your own."

Week 17

Draco was doing something important. He knew he was, he just couldn't remember what it was. He had grabbed one of the books off of his dresser, and another one too. One was on the Early Roman Empire, and the other was on how to win back your lover.

He walked into the living room with both books in either of his hands frowning. Aemilia looked up at him. "What's wrong?" She demanded seeing his frown and he looked at her. "I can't remember what I was doing," he stated simply and she looked amused.

"You are one of the most textbook case pregnancies I have never nursed Draco," she said smiling, but then she noticed the books in his hands. "How To Win Back Your Lover hm?" She asked and he blushed deeply.

"Draco," she began in a soft tone. "Are you still thinking about that green-eyed slave—I mean boy?" She asked and he looked at her out the corner of his eyes.

"No," he said defiantly and she sighed.

"Come sit next to me Draco," she said patting down a spot next to the couch and Draco scowled. She was not allowed to be this nice.

"Now seriously Draco, why is it so hard for you to forget him?" She asked and Draco's scowled deepened.

"Because I love him, he was the first person I was every allowed to be myself with. Not Draco the Ice King, but myself. When I'm with him—I feel complete—whole. He may not know it Aemilia but he needs me, I was the one thing that was constant in his life. He knew no matter what happened I would be there and now I'm not," Draco rubbed his arms around himself. It was suddenly very cold.

THWAP!

"What was that for?" Draco demanded and Aemilia just looked smug.

"For not thinking like a damn Malfoy. If he don't know than he doesn't deserve to know. You need to get your priorities straight. Harry Porter or whatever his name is is of no concern of you know. You need to get over him and yourself for your children. For those twin babies in your stomach who will depend on you for everything upon arrival. You need to learn the old magicks, for your children's sake, and everything else that anyone in the realm can teach you. He may be the father of your children, Draco but for now that is it. The only important things in your life are these children, and me, and yourself." She added as an afterthought.

Draco would never admit it then. But he honestly took her words to heart.

Week 21

Draco was having dinner with his immediate family. His grandfather Cadmus, and his new girlfriend a twenty-six year old NPC named Julia. His father Lucius, who was starting to act as Draco remembered him, Aemilia, Darik and Celestial. Draco digging into his pheasant with garlic yarrow, rosebud sauce with daffodil petals, watching as everyone ate chicken without the added flowers happily.

"I want some water," Draco announced to the table that was chatting idly with each other. Aemilia looked at him oddly before continuing her chat with Cadmus.

"I said I want some water," Draco said a little louder and Cadmus looked at him oddly.

"Well then go get some," came his grandfather's gruff voice before continuing to chat.

"I don't want to get some," Draco said through gritted teeth. "I want someone to get it for me…now!" He yelled and everyone at the table ceased what they were doing to watch him.

"Draco," Lucius admonished. "You were not raised like this. If you want something you can go and get it yourself, we are not here to baby you." When his father spoke like that it was best to obey but Draco did not feel like obeying.

"I don't want to get it myself father," he said softly. "And one of you will get it for me."

"No we will not Draconis," Aemilia snapped. "I have had about enough of you and your childish behavior. Act like an adult!"

Everyone then resumed his or her conversations and Draco began to get angry. He clutched his glass of yarrow juice tightly. Everyone was so absorbed in their conversations they did not notice when their silver wear started to tremble along with Draco's hands. Or how the wind would suddenly pick up when he flared his nostrils. Everyone that is except for Celestial, who was watching out the corner of her eyes, and Julia, who was watching him terrified.

"I want some water," Draco stated again and when everyone ignored him his hands began to tremble even more. He began to get red in the face, which spread down to his fingertips. He felt uncontrolled magic surge through his body from his stomach and up to his fingertips. Something was going to happen, something was going to—

"I'LL GET YOUR WATER!" Julia yelled unable to control her fear. Everyone at the table stopped to stare at her. "I mean—I'll get it if someone will just point out to me where the kitchen is."

"Dear," Cadmus chided gently. "You don't have to get his water for him."

"I—I—know," Julia stuttered unable to keep the tremble out of her voice as Draco's temper flared at his grandfather's statement. "I—I want to is all. Any specific type of water?" She asked and he shook his head negative.

She was back a couple of moments later with a glass of regular water. He smiled at her graciously when he accepted it and looked at his family members smugly before he took a sip—which he spit right out into Darik's face.

"What the hell is this!" He demanded his face livid.

"W—water," Julia whimpered and Draco's eyes widened considerable.

"What kind of water?" He demanded.

"Plain!" She wailed her brown locks waving in front of her face.

"AND DID I ASK FOR PLAIN!" He yelled as he clutched the glass so hard that it cracked.

"YES!" She yelled and his whole body went red. He felt the power surge from his stomach to his fingertips. His whole body turned red, his eyes went from a swirling stormy grey to a fire lit green. At least one of them was fire lit green, while the other one was a lightning struck stormy grey.

"Wrong answer," he whispered menacingly and the glass in his hand melted as lightning struck the other glasses in the room.

"We wanted jasmine and juniper," he said as he sat down looking oddly satisfied.

"DRACONIS MALFOY! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Darik yelled as he stared at his diminished glass. "DO YOU KNOW HOW RARE OUR WATER IS! IT WAS FROM THE ALPS YOU IGNORAMUS!"

"HOW DARE YOU TREAT MY GIRLFRIEND IN SUCH A MANNER. A WIZARDS DUEL, RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!"

"HOW DARE YOU EMBARRASS ME IN FRONT OF MY FATHER. ACT LIKE A MALFOY DRACO. ACT HOW I TAUGHT YOU TO ACT. YOU ARE BEING TO GRYFFINDOR FOR YOUR OWN GOOD. JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE BEDDING ONE DOES NOT MEAN YOU NEED TO ACT LIKE ONE!"

Amidst all of this yelling Draco heard naught a word. All he was concerned about was what was going on in his stomach.

"They punched," he muttered and all the yelling ceased.

"What?" Aemilia asked and a grin lit up Draco's face.

"They punched! I felt them punch—owe—there it goes again. My children are strong—owe—and coordinated. They keep punching at the same time."

"Oooo! Let me feel!" Cooed Julia, her fear forgotten.

"I am the children's father, I believe I should get the first feel," boasted Lucius.

"I am the children's grandfather," Cadmus said puffing out his chest. "I have seniority."

"Yeah, well I'm older than you both," said Darik. "I just don't want to feel them."

And while everyone else was fighting over who would touch Draco first, Celestial was reclining in her chair thinking. Amelia walked over to her and they both began to converse softly, over what only they know.

Week Thirty

"Why must we be outside to continue these confounded lessons?" Draco demanded as he scratched a patch of itchy skin on his elbow.

"Because that is where the wind is," Aemilia reminded. "And stop scratching!" She yelled and Draco looked up from the red patch of skin he was destroying with his already clipped nails.

"But it itches," he whined. "Why can't I use a spell on it again?"

"Because my Dragon," Aemilia said as she took his wand from his hand. "It would interfere with the growth of your children. Even performing a conception charm can be harmful. Why do you think Weasley's come out the way that they are?"

"Because they are the product of the god of plowing and the goddess of agriculture?" Draco asked innocently and Aemilia snorted.

"Now my Dragon, a boggart is about to attack you from the woods. You will have to push it back with the wind, no wandless magic. If you do I'm tripling your prenatal herbs and plants," Aemilia traveled a safe way back away from him and his menacing glare.

"Aemilia I still don't see why we have to do this outside," he whined. "Why can't I just call the wind inside the house? Why a boggart anyway, I'm not afraid of anything. My legs hurt and I didn't get much sleep last night. Aemilia! Aemilia, it's not coming and I can't stand much longer. Aemilia! Amelia, where is the boggart, where is the fucking—oops sorry children—bogar—"

There it was, in the form of none other than Harry Potter. He was saying something but Draco didn't care to listen. He didn't need to, just the sight of that green eyed irrumator made him angry.

"HOW DARE YOU POTTER!" He yelled as his eyes the storm in his eyes began to brew. "HOW DARE YOU!" He screamed and a gust of wind blew the boggart and a couple of the trees back into the woods where they came from.

"Hm," came Aemilia's voice floating over to him. "Lets hope you never run into him again…come on My Dragon. It's time for a snack."

Week 37

Monday July 22, 2003

Hogwarts

It had been about nine months since Draco left him. Nine, and Harry's life had been steadily going down hill. Nothing had any meaning anymore, and the only thing that he wanted to happen was for this war to be over. This war that separated him from his Draco.

Only Luna knew what he was feeling. Ron and Hermione tried to understand, but it was hard to understand when they never knew whom it was in the first place that he was missing, and they had each other. Luna lost her father and she lost Neville—yet somehow she still was able to be herself and not change at all.

Harry? No, when Harry was upset the world knew he was upset. When Harry Potter felt like crying the sky would do the crying for him, when Harry Potter was angry the seas would stir and glasses would break. When Harry Potter was infuriated he could make the water in your body freeze. Only one person could save him from himself, and that one person was nowhere to be found.

"There is going to be an attack on July 31st," announced spy for the light Blaise Zabini.

Dumbledore looked wearier than usual at this announcement and all eyes turn to Harry who snorted.

"What?" He asked grinning in sordid amusement. "He has to attack somewhere on my birthday right? Somewhere big. So where is it?"

"He's going to attack every orphanage in Europe, and plan on attack at the ministry," Blaise said looking at Harry to monitor his reaction.

Harry's laughter stopped abruptly. Children. Voldemort was going to go after orphaned children. Like Harry. Like Himself.

"The bastard," he hissed and Harry's hands began to tremble once again.

"For the attack on the ministry we will need everyone," Dumbledore said and Harry exploded.

"What about the orphanages!" He demanded slamming his fists onto Dumbledore's desk.

"Harry these attacks on orphanages are obviously a decoy," Hermione explained gently as she pulled him back into his chair. "He is trying to get us to split our people so that we will be less armed," Harry looked at Hermione shocked.

"But—but Herm—the children," he protested weakly and he heard Dumbledore sigh.

"As sorry as I am to say it Harry, Hermione is right. Hermione, you will lead Squadron Five with Ron as co. Leonard, lead Squadron Nine, pick your own co. Luna, lead the Special Squadron. The rest of you will come with me—"

"Wait, just wait a fucking minute where am I?" Demanded Harry.

"Harry—" Dumbledore began to explain gently once again but Zabini cut him off.

"Potter you have been a liability for a couple of months now. You have been nearly hit with the killing curse three times—taking one of our member down trying to protect you and two of them are completely incapacitated protecting you from deadly spells."

Snape—Severus. Remus. Neville. Anger. "I didn't ask them to jump in front of anything for me!" Harry yelled.

"No, you didn't Harry," came a steely non-dreamy voice from the left of the room near the window. Harry turned and flinched when he met Luna's eyes. Neville. Luna lost Neville because Neville decided to take a spell. For him. "But they did it anyway and not just for you. But for the sake of the Wizarding World because they believed that you were their last hope."

Harry did not miss the way Luna worded her statement, and what she said hit him harder than anything he had felt in a long time. Part of him felt anguish, all he wanted to do was cry—and the other side of him decided that anger was best. Because anger didn't hurt as much. So true to himself, Harry Potter snarled at Dumbledore and stormed out of his office.

He began to head to his rooms near Gryffindor Tower, but made a detour instead and went to the Owerly. He began to head toward Hedwig but something made him stop. His white snowy owl was known everywhere. It would be good to use something else, but what?

A school owl was out of the question. Then he saw it, sitting there as if its owner had never left. An Eagle Owl.

"Austin," he whispered and he owl looked at him as if he were mouse dung through one eye. He had not seen Austin since Pansy had forwarded him the letter, he had assumed the bird had flown the coop so to speak—off to find his owner but here he was in all his glory.

He crept up to the bird, half expecting him to come flying at him with talons raised but the bird didn't even blink an eye at him. Actually he opened both of his eyes and stared Harry his eyes. Green, white and black met yellow, blue and black.

"I'm sorry Austin," Harry whispered. For some odd reason it felt as if he was accusing him making his owner leave. "I never wanted him to go, but I didn't know how much I needed him…but he left me. I didn't do anything wrong, he just up and left. Not my fault," Harry muttered. "It's not my fault."

Austin broke the contact, shook his owl head, and held out his leg for a letter. Harry hastily summoned a piece of paper and quill and squibbled a quick coded note.

Dear Thoughts of Love,

I was writing you to see where the best place for me to adopt children would be. A mutual lisping friend of ours convinced me that it would be best if I adopted a child—and I knew that you would know just the perfect place.

From,

Secret lover of Dragons

"Send this to Thoughts of Love," he whispered and watched as Austin flew off into the setting sun.

Realm of Malfoy's

"Aemilia?" Draco muttered from his spot reclining on the couch. He had a wet cloth over his forehead and a raving fever.

"Yes my Dragon?" She asked as she checked on his fever.

"Tell me about how things were when you lived," Draco said as he turned away from her hands on his head. He didn't want to be fussed over.

"Oh—well," you could tell she was shocked by the question. "I was alive for the Pax Romana," she said with a wistful look on her face and Draco knew at once how much she loved it. "The Pax Romana was a time of peace. I was a Malfoi so of course I lived long. I lived for the beginning of the Early Roman Empire and the end of the Late Roman Republic." She smiled as she took her place back in her chair. "Julius Caesar was a such a wonderful man. I would have made him my husband, if I wasn't already married. And Octavian! Oh such a polite young man. He was sick as a child though, I worried about him—but he pulled through."

She pulled out her wand and began to make shimmering pictures in the air. "Julius Caesar was such a strong man. He knew what he wanted and how to get it, and he was a wonderful leader. He knew what was best for us all, and Octavian, a wonderful leader and person. Kind, but not overly so. As a young boy he had a silly side, but when he chose to get serious—he was the greatest."

Draco fell a sleep smiling, dreaming of life in a toga with two of the greatest men in history.

Week 39

Early Morning

Draco wished they would stop staring. It was annoying, but if he could stare then he would be doing so. He dearly wished that Aemilia had not bound him to the bed with his legs wide open.

"He has a—" Lucius said awed and Draco felt a finger poke it. It sent a delightful shiver down his spine.

"Hey!" Draco yelled disgusted by the fact that his father had touched him down there. "Careful where your hands go."

"Just because a Malfoi can get pregnant does not mean he will get female organs, that is what Celestial said the first time my boy was pregnant," Aemilia said as she examined him. "Every other baby had to be cut out, but why are you different?"

Draco's breathing hitched as he felt a deep contraction in his stomach. "Oh shit," he muttered. "I'm contracting."

"What?" Darik asked shocked.

"I'm contracting dammit! That was a contraction. Cut me open quick! It's starting!" Draco was getting frantic. He didn't want children if it meant going through what all them women went through. He wanted his dick back, it was like having a missing limb, he knew it wasn't there but he still thought it was there.

Aemilia stared at him for a long time before shaking her head negative. "No, Draco. I'm sorry. If you are meant to be the first man to experience childbirth," she raised her hands in a submissive gesture. "So be it,"

"What in the hell do you mean so be it! I don't want this to happen dammit! Get it out of me now! I don't want them!"

July 31st, 2003

11:00:00 PM

Harry's contact had understood everything in the letter, even about the lisping friend, and was willing to help in exchange for something else. Harry gave her the information that Dumbledore was going to the ministry. Nothing more, nothing less.

Now as he paced in the tunnels of the For The Children Orphanage he wondered if she had given him the right information. He had warned all of the other orphanages to evacuate, using well placed Memory Charms and a couple of costumes. However, this Orphanage refused to evacuate no matter what. Even though they had the most convenient escape route, they still refused to leave.

So Harry did all he could. He placed up the strongest wards he could, and told all the children he could see where the escape tunnels were. However, Harry was getting the horrible feeling of Déj vu. Like he had been there before, or what he was listening to was oddly familiar. Closing his eyes Harry listened. There it was coming from his left, deeper into the tunnels. Slowly creeping Harry drew his wand and inched deeper into the tunnel. He heard parseltongue and his grip on his wand tightened.

"He isss on the way masster," came a feminine hiss.

"I know Asha, but there is nothing I can do. He knew exactly what he was doing when he put me in the orphanage. If it was not for the visits of Lucius Malfoy I would know nothing of the Wizarding World. I don't even have a wand…" A male voice hissed back.

"Such a disgrace, you must deal with him young master," hissed a regal voice.

"Send the twerp to rid the world of Voldeshorts? Nah, what you need to do is send me Ambrocio," came a spunky hiss.

"Right. Me send an idiot," Ambrocio hissed back and Harry could tell he was annoyed. What was going on here? Who was this boy?

"Not like I need your permission anyway," snapped the spunky voice.

"Gunnar, Ambrocio, stop this instant," Asha, the female snapped. "We must get young massster out of here before he father can get his hands on him and corrupt him."

Father? What the hell…

Harry stepped from around the corner and his eyes met a very confusing sight. It was a boy, with his back to him, talking to what appeared to be three snakes.

"Ahem," Harry cleared his throat his wand trained on the boy. "Would you care to explain what is going on here?"

The boy whipped around so quickly Harry wondered if he got whiplash. Looking at him Harry fought down a gasp. He looked exactly like Voldemort when he was fifteen in the Chamber of Secrets.

"Stupefy!" Harry yelled and he watched as the boy dropped like a match. As he began to walk over to the boy when he got a look at the three snakes the boy was talking too. His breath hitched. They were guardian snakes. One was completely gold, with brown eyes. She was about thirty six inches long, with majestic gold and brown wings on her back. Her eyes narrowed at him, but she did not bite. She slithered over to the boy and hissed, "Life." The boy was bathed he a golden glow.

The next one was about forty eight inches long and silver with black eyes, and silver and black wings. His eyes were black as well. He seemingly sneered at Harry and made his way next to the boy where he hissed, "Immortal." And the golden glow was changed to a silver hue. His wings were slightly larger than that of the female.

The green one was about the same size as the silver one with dark green and dark blue wings and dark blue eyes. He snapped his jaw at Harry before he glided over to the boy and hissed, "Battle."

Harry watched in horror as the boy rose, seemingly floating on air, and began to speak. "I would advise you not to try that again," he said in a deep throaty voice. "Anything you throw at me Asha—" he gestured to the golden guardian who took her place at his feet. "will revive me from. Ambrocio—" he gestured to the silver guardian who flew to his right shoulder. "will make me immune to, and Gunnar—" the green dragon flew to his left shoulder. "will make me able to use in battle."

"You have Guardian Snakes," Harry said confused. He had just made a horrible mistake. Only the purest of heart with pure intentions could have guardian snakes. He stated this fact out loud and the boy nodded.

"You know your snakes," he said approvingly. "Not what I would expect from The Gryffindor but—"

"Wait, how do you know?" Harry asked confused. He had grown out his hair, so his bangs would hang over his forehead.

"I can sense it. The power, the body and soul tainted with darkness." The boy shook his head. "My father's doing no doubt. I apologize for him," he said and Harry glared.

"Wait, your father is Voldemort," he cleared and the boy nodded.

"The Lord Voldemort?"

He nodded again.

"And you have a Pure Heart?" He demanded razing his wand again and the boy nodded weary.

"My name is Athanasius Charybdis Slytherin youngest heir to Slytherin, son of Tom Marvelo Riddle alias The Dark Lord Voldemort the heir of Slytherin," Athanasius said with a bow.

"But don't call him that," Asha. "Call him Ince if you must refer to him. We do not like what his name means."

"Asha I do not know why you insist upon hissing to people you know they cannot understand you," he muttered.

"But he does!" She protested. "I can see it in his eyes!"

"No he does not—" Athanasius began but Harry cut him off.

"Yes I do, now explain to me why I should not be flinging curses right now," Harry demanded his wand still erect. "You are not making any sense. Voldemort went into hiding in 1981, on All Hallows Eve to be exact. He did not come back until 1995. You look to be about sixteen meaning you had to have been born during his dormant days."

"I was born in the year 1968. When Father lost his body, I was put into a dormant sleep by some spell he had used years ago. I did not age, I did not thing, I watched time run by right before my eyes, I stayed nine for fourteen years. Once he got his body back, I got mine back as well. He aged, I aged. I am now sixteen years old, and living as a Muggle in the same Orphanage that made my father hate Muggles. But while he hates them for what they do, all I feel is pity." Athanasius said sadly. "He wants someone to share his legacy with, and I feel in that I will disappoint."

"Stop thinking of him as Athanasius!" Yelled Asha. "It irks us! We do not like it's meaning! He is Ince!"

Harry frowned and fingered the crescent moon on his chain around his neck. This was large, this was epic. He needed Dumbledore, he needed Hermione, he needed Luna. He grabbed it and thought hard of Luna. While he did this he looked the boy up and down. While he did look like a splitting image of Riddle from The Chamber he could detect some subtle differences. His hair was a thicker, richer shade of black and his eyes were amethyst.

"Whose your mom?" Harry demanded as he closed his eyes and thought of Luna even harder. He didn't want to do something he would ultimately regret and if the boy was going to say who he thought he was going to say…

"I'm not sure. But I believe it is Bellatrix Lestrange," at once Harry's hand began shaking and his eyes got a strange glint.

"Wrong answer," he whispered. "Wrong answer."

"So I am to be punished for the crimes of my fathers?" Athanasius asked lightly. "I am to be stereotyped that since my father is The Creator of The Death Eaters and my mother is The Death Eater, I want to be one too? Because I was put in the same environment of my father, I will be just like him? Because I am abused by Muggles and treated like I am nothing but a freak—I must make them feel the same way I feel? I must torture them and hear them scream as they have made me scream so many times before? Is that it Harry Potter, is that what you think of me?"

"No," Harry gulped. He was making him feel bad. He felt wrong, dirty somehow.

"Good, because I don't. I don't enjoy the sounds of my own screams and I don't enjoy the sounds of others. I don't enjoy others pain and I don't enjoy my own. If I don't want to see others in pain why would I want to see my own?" He demanded and Harry clutched at Luna's pendant even tighter. Why wasn't she coming? He knew she wasn't hurt, or dead, it would have let him know. Was she ignoring him?

"I am weary Harry Potter," he muttered and then his amethyst eyes glazed over. Harry knew at once that he was having a vision. His body began to convulse and he fell to his knees. "I am weary," Athanasius said again as his three Guardian Snakes moved into a circle around him. "I am sick of death, and screams and I am sick of blood. Which is what my father puts me through every night—" his eyes glazed over slightly.

"And is what is about to happen in thirty seconds in the orphanage upstairs," he said in a void voice and then broke into a run through the tunnels, back to the house with Harry at his heels.

-oOo-

"Hee-hee-whoo-hee-hee-whoo,"

"That's it My Dragon, keep breathing."

"IT HURTS!" Draco yelled as he felt another contraction go through. He felt as if his insides were being compacted into the size of a raisin and then expanded just to be compacted again. "I'LL KILL HIM FOR DOING THIS TO ME! I AM NEVER HAVING ANOTHER CHILD AGAIN!" Draco screamed as he clutched his father's hand.

"Draco!" His father panicked. "Let me go," he yelled as his son squeezed the life from his hand.

"AHHHHHH," Draco yelled as another contraction hit.

"Let me go," Lucius protested weakly as he fell to his knees.

"It's time now My Dragon—PUSH!"

-oOo-

"Harry keeps calling me," Luna yelled from the battle she was in with Dean, Seamus, Cho, Adrian, Ron and Hermione. Her pendant was literally burning her skin. Harry needed her.

"Luna leave him!" Hermione yelled. "He can take care of himself. We have to stop these Death Eaters from getting what they want here Luna. Plus, he is not even on a mission right now."

Luna bit her cheek about Harry's secret mission, but listened to her commander. 'Harry please be safe,' were her quickly fleeting thoughts as she concentrated on the battle at hand.

-oOo-

"We have to hold these Death Eater's off!" Harry hissed as the children ran through the tunnels behind him. In all actuality, it was not thirty seconds, more like two minutes. Which was good for him.

"The only spell I know is stupefy!" Athanasius hissed back and then was hit with a Cutting Hex. Harry watched as he went down and his guardians did their thing.

"Stupefy! Stupefy! Impedimenta!" Harry yelled and cursed as his spells hit one person at a time. Athanasius was up and revived by his Guardians and was using an impressive combination of the cutting curse and then the Stunning Spell.

"I'm about to do a shield spell, it is advanced though so watch me and have Gunnar ready!" Harry hissed and gripped his wand tightly.

"Protogo Orbis!" He yelled a large bubble shield was around him and Athanasius. He could tell the teenager was slightly shocked but recovered quickly and began to throw spells with a vengeance. It was then Harry realized that he was using his hands and fingers, he didn't have a wand. Torn between shock and awe Harry's shield began to fail and as soon as his fell Athanasius had another one up.

Harry took a deep breath and hoped Luna was right when she said this spell would work for him. Closing his eyes he waved his wand around his head before pointing it in the general direction of the Death Eaters.

"Gelomnis Death Eaters," he yelled and every single person in the room with the dark mark was frozen.

Athanasius dropped his shield abruptly. "Everyone leave now! I'm serious, if you don't leave my pets will bite you."

"What do you mean?" Asked one boy about his age with blonde hair. "That dude froze all the bad guys."

"Maybe," Harry muttered as he lit a cigarette. "But the biggest Bad Guy is coming," he took a puff and then finally realized that they were just standing there.

"WHAT IN THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?" He demanded and then they began to scatter. But he knew it was not because of his yell. No it was because of apparition behind him. Harry turned with a large smile on his face, his wand in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

"Hi Tom!"

-oOo-

Under Luna's shirt the lightning pendant began to glow green. Harry was near Voldemort.

"Shit," she cursed from her hiding spot.

"Dean, Seamus, Harry is with Voldemort!"

"Are you serious?" grunted the Irish boy. "So we have been doing this for nothing?"

"Yes! This was the decoy, the real thing was the orphanages!" Luna yelled and Dean looked ready to faint.

"Where in the hell are Ron and Hermione?" Demanded Luna. "Or Dumbledore? Someone with some damn authority."

"Without Harry here and his damn Voldemort magnetic attraction, they went to what they thought he was after," Seamus said and Dean nodded his agreement.

"When I get them in my claws I am going to pull a Harry fit," she hissed and Dean and Seamus both shuddered.

-oOo-

"PUSH! Dammit Draco, push! If you want this to be over you have to get the first child out."

"Fuck! Athanasius get these kids out of here!"

"Look there's Dumbledore! We have to get to him!"

"We have the head Draco come on! Push!"

"Oh no! Athanasius get that little boy! Voldemort is about to cast The Killing Curse!"

"Dumbledore I'm leaving, Harry is with Voldemort!"

"PUSH DRACO PUSH!"

"HARRY! I CAN'T GET TO HIM!"

"Harry! No! Don't Do it Harry—NOOO!"

"HE'S ALMOST HERE DRACO! PUSH!" "AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"HARRY!"

"HARRRRYYY!"

"He's limp. He has no pulse,"

-oOoOoOo-

On Wednesday July 31st, 2003 at 11:56:35 Harry Potter was hit with The Killing Curse while trying to protect a little orphaned child who had been trampled by others trying to escape.

And on Wednesday July 31st, 2003 at 11:56:35 the first born child of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter was born dead. The child that would have been Julius Gaius Potter-Malfoy.