Title: Don't Speak
Author: DeityOfDeath
Archive: Yes please...
Pairings: Lucius/Harry
Category: Drama, romance, slash
rating: NC-17/R
Spoilers: Most likely.
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Rape, Non-con, Mpreg SPOILERS!
Disclaimers: I never have nor will I ever own Harry Potter or its chars. They are property of JK Rowling and major companies.

Note from Author: Thank You for reading and supporting fan fiction! Enjoy and please review!

SPOILERS AHEAD! You have been warned!

Don't Speak

Chapter 8: Don't speak; I know just what you're saying

"Good Harry, good. The heads nearly out."

I heard Poppy's voice but I could no longer tell where it was coming from. I pushed again and felt something rip inside of me. I felt a gush of liquid between my legs that was warm compared to my chilling body. I continued to push and then the pressure was lessened. I felt something being pulled out of my body and with it the pressure was gone. I closed my eyes and waited for the some sign that my child was alive.

Nothing...There was nothing but silence. The silenced filled with hushed counts and the sounds of someone pumping something. I heard the hushed counting again and then the sound of someone blowing into something and then the counting again.

Why weren't there any cries? Was my child dead? Had I failed my new born son or daughter? I felt colder and I fought to keep my eyes open. My child wasn't crying and no one had made any sounds of happy rejoicing. My child was dead. Could I live in a world without my child? Could I live knowing I couldn't bring a live child into the world? I felt my breath hitch and then the cold settled in my chest. I felt a darkness fall over me and I let it.

Lucius' POV

When had the laughter and jokes stopped?

Why were those bright emerald eyes fading into a pale imitation of their beauty?

Why is his breathing slowing?

Why won't the bleeding stop?

Why are his eyes closing?

Why isn't he answering me?

I turned to look at Poppy who is working on a small blue tinted infant, breathing into his or her tiny mouth and pumping gently on that frail chest. I watched; panic filling me to the very core. I mumbled to myself and to the lifeless newborn Poppy cradled. I mumbled to Harry whose eyes were closed and whose chest had stopping rising and falling. I stared at him for a moment before I grabbed his hand which felt clammy and lifeless and I patted it as I called out to him, asking him to open his eyes and not to give up. He just laid there, eyes closed with a serene smile on his face.

"Don't you leave me again, Harry? Don't you dare! Once was enough!"

Suddenly a loud wailing cut through my yells and demands and I turned to see a very relieved Poppy cradling a wailing newborn. The blue tint was disappearing and being replaced by a healthy shade of pink. I felt tears prick my eyes and then tumble down my face leaving hot tracks that soon turned cold.

"You can't leave me now, Harry! We have a child! A healthy and breathing child! You'll be the best parent ever, better than I was with Draco ten fold. You need to wake up and prove me right!"

I felt myself being pulled away from the bed and Harry's side and I could only stare on helplessly as Poppy and Severus began to work on Harry, doing many of the same things they did to our child. I just stared helplessly as they forced potion after potion down his throat and then they began to pump on his chest and blow air past his blue tinted lips.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder and I turned to look into the worried eyes of Remus Lupin, "Come and see your son, Lucius."

I let Remus lead me away from the scene of my beloved's dying body and over to Sirius who sat in a chair cradling my son who was now a healthy shade of peach and pink.

"He's gorgeous isn't he Lucius," asked Sirius.

"Yes," I answered softly.

I knelt in front of Sirius and stared at my beautiful son who had Harry's soft tufts of black hair that was wild and unruly and high cheekbones that were definitely inherited from me. He had Harry's nose and chin and when he opened his eyes they were a lovely shade of blue. There was no telling whose eyes he'd inherited yet. I would love to see those emerald eyes in such a small face. Every time I saw them I would think of Harry.

"..cius...Lucius...He's okay. He's sleeping and recuperating now."

I looked up at Poppy and nodded and then looked back at Sirius who held out my son to me. I gently lifted him into my arms and walked over to Harry's bedside. I bent over and pressed a kiss to his brow.

"We have a son, Harry. A beautiful son. I can't wait for you to wake up and help me pick out a name."

He didn't move or say anything but our son did. He yawned, opening that small mouth of his with those pouty pink lips and made a soft sound as his yawn ended. I smiled down at him and looked over at Harry. I sat back in the chair that I had occupied only an hour or less earlier and stared down at my newborn son.

Harry had risked his life to escape from Merlin only knows what to make sure that this precious being wasn't born in Voldemort's clutches and then he almost gave his life in order to bring him into the world.

This tiny baby boy who brought back memories of Draco had fallen asleep in my arms and it seemed that I was the only one awake. Sirius and Remus had left the hospital wing and most likely were retiring to their room while Poppy had put up a monitoring spell on Harry and retreated to her room after placing a bassinette near Harry's bed, equipped with blankets.

I sat there with my son in my arms and watched the rise and fall of Harry's chest and then the rise and fall of my sons. When I saw that both were strong and steady I stood and walked over to the bassinette and placed my son inside it.

I walked over to the right side of the curtain and pulled it open to reveal and empty bed. I swished my wand and said an incantation that I had said enough times in this lifetime that I could use it in my sleep and moved the bed closer to Harry's so that only a foot or less separated us. I slid off my dress shoes and crawled into bed and collapsed onto the soft feather filled pillow below me and allowed all my tiredness claim its just reward.

To Be Continued...