Another Prophesy

Draco sat in the Gryffindor Common Room looking as his mate and Ron played chess. Ron was winning of course. Harry never had been very good with tactics. He smiled as Harry cursed and Hermione absently told him off for it. The girl was bent over her books as usual. Draco just sat in his comfy chair looking at them. It was getting harder to move now when he was so far along and was content with just sitting in a chair watching.

His stomach started burning suddenly. It wasn't like it had been earlier in the pregnancy or when he wasn't pregnant, then it didn't sneak up on you. Then it gradually got worse until you couldn't stand it anymore and had to feed, but that could take days. Now it just came and he had to feed at once.

"Harry, Angel?" he said quietly so he wouldn't disturb the silence.

"Hmm?" he said, dragging his eyes away from the board on the table.

"It's late, let's go to bed?" he said rubbing his stomach where their child was rolling around.

Harry glanced at the clock. It really wasn't that late, only half past eight, but he knew that Draco became tired easily now. He sighed and stood just as Ron said checkmate.

"You win again Ron." Harry smiled. "Let's get to bed, love."

He helped Draco out of his chair and planted a kiss on his forehead. He held Draco close to his side as they went up to the dorm. It kind of bothered Harry that they had to share a room with the other boys but Draco didn't seem to mind as long as they were given privacy when they needed it.

They had barely made it to the bed before Draco grabbed Harry's hair and pulled his head to the side. Harry understood what he was doing and relaxed. He let Draco prepare his neck for the bite as he guided him to the bed. He sat down on it, propped against the headboard with Draco straddling his lap.

Draco, for some reason, didn't need to feed twice a day anymore. Well, not everyday. There were still days when Draco fed twice in one day but that wasn't very often. Now the problem was that sometimes he needed to feed during class and since he was pregnant he couldn't wait until after the class was over. This made the professors uncomfortable, all except Snape that is. Being a vampire himself he understood what they were going through.

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Potions. Still not Harry's best class.

He was sitting beside Hermione splitting open small stone like capsules so he could get to the seeds inside. He could absently hear a cauldron hiss a few rows back but guessed that it was Neville who had messed it up again. He wasn't wrong. It was just that Draco was sitting in the desk in front of Neville.

Without a sound, Draco made his way over to Harry. He didn't participate in potions much anymore because of his pregnancy but Severus had assured him that it would be harmless this time. Rubbish! Nothing was harmless when Neville Longbottom was in the room!

Harry looked down at him when he pressed himself in front of him. Why would Draco stand in front of him when he was making a potion? Why would he be scared enough to seek his protection? He had bitten him not long ago hadn't he?

As Neville's cauldron began to hiss more and more, Draco clung a little tighter to Harry's robes. Snape seemed to have noticed this because he shouted clear across the classroom;

"You better bite him, Potter!"

Harry could only stare at the older vampire for a few moments. Then when he had regained his senses he pulled Draco tight against his chest. The cauldron exploded just as Harry sank his fangs into Draco's neck. Draco's wings came out on reflex and ripped his robe and shirt but he didn't care. He could feel his self-esteem come back to him as Harry drank more blood from him. His wings were no doubt so sticky from the potion that he wouldn't be able to fly for a week but it didn't burn so he wasn't really worried. He shouldn't be flying anyway.

When Harry drew back from him, he kissed Draco's nose, cheeks and forehead while murmuring apologies. Draco would have none of it however and silenced him with a kiss. When they separated again Harry saw that everybody in the classroom was staring at them, even Snape.

"What?" Harry spat and thought that everybody would just go back to what ever they had been doing before the explosion but they didn't. They kept staring at them. "What are you looking at?" he finally asked.

"Draco's kind of... glowing." Hermione said shrugging.

Harry held Draco at arms length and looked at him. And indeed he was glowing. His wings anyway. Harry cast a worried glace at Snape who shook his head to tell him that it wasn't dangerous. It just glowed.

"You made a light potion, Nev?" Seamus asked suddenly. "How could you manage that? The light potion doesn't even have any of the ingredients we were using today!" Everybody laughed at that, only Neville Longbottom could pull something like that off.

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"Is he healthy?" Dumbledore asked the man who had polyjuiced himself to look like him.

"Yes, they are both very fine. The child is healthy and Draco is too far along to have a miscarriage." the other Dumbledore said.

"Why do you want the child? You never told me that. Only that it would be dangerous for all of mankind if it would be raised by its parents." the real Dumbledore said.

The fake Dumbledore sighed as pain rippled through his body. The potion was wearing off. The real Headmaster of Hogwarts watched as a quite attractive young looking man stood in front of him. He knew better then to judge him by his appearance though. This was a Vampire Elder, and a powerful one at that.

"Do you really want to know, old man?" the younger looking man asked.

"Don't give me that, you are far older that me!" Dumbledore protested childishly.

"Yes, I am." the Elder agreed. "You didn't answer my question; do you want to know?"

"Yes, I do." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Well, then make yourself comfortable for this may take a while." the Elder said and slid down the wall to sit on the floor of the cell like room they were currently in.

Dumbledore made himself comfortable on the mattress in the corner and waited for the Elder to begin his tale.

"It really started with a Prophesy, but let's save that until the end of the story. Did you know Lord Voldemort as a child?" the Elder asked.

"Not before his eleventh birthday, no." Dumbledore said, not understanding what that had to do with anything.

"A shame. He was a sweet boy before he turned about five." the Elder said thoughtfully. "Couldn't harm a fly if he tried."

Now that Dumbledore just couldn't believe!

"Then something happened. A demon of sorts you could say." the Elder continued, ignoring the shocked look on Dumbledore's face. "We have kept this beast in a prison for several thousand years but somehow he got out, nobody knows how. And like the demon he is, he possessed a little boy's body. That little boy happened to be Tom Riddle."

Dumbledore stared at the vampire. Did he mean that Tom Marvolo Riddle once upon a time had been nice!

"Oh, yes. He was very nice. Which was why nobody understood what had happened to him. He was a five year old that was possessed by a demon and nobody in the Muggle orphanage could help him. The only reason we even know this thing is inside of him is his red eyes. A vampire who happened to cross his path on day saw them and told his Elder who told the rest of us. Now the Prophesy I mentioned earlier basically says; The child of the chosen one and a traitor shall be the darkness rebirth. So you see, we think that the child of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy is this child that the Prophesy mentions. This means that Draco will be present when Harry destroys the Dark Lord and the demon that is inside of him will take up residence in their child." the Elder took a breath and looked up at Dumbledore. "Do you see now why we have to get the child away from them? We intend on giving it back to them as soon as the Final Battle is over." he finished, eyes fixed on Dumbledore's.

"Well, yes I see now. But I still don't consent to it. Harry would never let it happen." Dumbledore said confidently.

"Maybe, but we can't take that chance."