Me and Syl have reached 100,000 words! Yay! Party in the Ravenclaw Common Room!
A big, AVAAAADDAAA NNYAAHHH- To the following homosapiens... and a few dogs. (And I think a centaur. Let me know if that is you.)
Lady-Pea, andsotheworldturns, belleaurora, XxHushHushxX, darkshadowarchfiend, LadyPhoenix731, Nico76, Riku248, reading-mypassion, Lord Rekhyt, Gelatolover, Gracie0131, Venus914, blckjagwgldeyes, Tabitha Bear, Stelina Miko Kitsune (Adorable as she is-), morgan., AcadianProud, IsabelEmrys, Moon-wolf2, kalbus2002, willowwisp6, Daddys Little Demon (OK. IM SORRY- BUT THAT IS JUST THE CUTEST NICKNAME. It sounds like Scorpius. You are now SCORPIUS loyal reviewer), JeremysPrincess, LostInYourThoughts, lilz54, madhudson888, crocadile1986, pikachumomma, JC Black, Catnatural, Elle2007, HELDRACONIS, Anakaraya Ravenclaw, TearfullPixie, Alt3etf, princessliz23, terrynova (Like the show? Terra Nova? XD Sorry.), beyond-the-bad-blood, Kitty-kat-the-ninja.
Rescue Me has been on repeat for the past four hours... C'MON C'MON- Love that opening.
So... Any words Syl?
What are anyone words? ;p
I dont know what you're talking about...
Liar XD
Words... um...
Beep. Blasphemy. Physical. And... Bouncer.
ALSO. Song I am addicted to: "Ode to the Bouncer" - Studio Killers
ADDICTED I SAY.
She worries me.
Enjoy.
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"Papa! Daddy! Look! S'Perry!" Scorpius giggled happily, swishing the unicorn around as he chewed joyfully on his apple pancakes. Harry and Draco sat close together, small kisses and fervent glances passing between them, a far cry from flat-out ignoring one another and warding their doors to keep them out.
"Haha, yes Scorpius, it's Perry. Now, who do you thank for fixing him up?" Draco smiled softly, reaching over to ruffle his son's hair with a small sense of adoration.
"Papa! Papa! Sev'rus was meanie!"
"Was mean, Scorpius." Draco corrected calmly.
Harry smiled. "I know he was. Named him well," he added quietly, flicking an amused glance Draco's way.
Draco rolled his eyes as Scorpius glanced up in confusion. "I wouldn't be surprised if you used his name eventually. Maybe even Dumbledore's. What was his name? Albus?" Draco leaned back against the kitchen chair, stealing a few pieces of pancakes from Scorpius's plate, the child whining with a small sense of glee at seeing his parent's happy once more.
"Everyone knows Dumbledore's name was Albus, Draco." He shrugged, lifting his cup and gazing into it for a moment. He'd decided years ago what he'd name his sons and, well, Draco was dead-on. That wasn't going to happen, though, which was another thing he'd come to terms with years ago. And he definitely wasn't going to get more cats to make up for it.
"I chose to... forget those particular memories, so I apologize for forgetting." And he truly did. Draco knew, no matter how hard he'd try to forget sans Obliviating himself, the memory of Harry's favorite Headmaster was a sore spot.
"Scorpius, try and remain clean for at least a quarter of an hour after your bath!" Draco chuckled quickly, leaning forward and wiping some syrup off the boy's cheek, his fingers brushing through soft blonde locks, the small tingling of a cleansing charm washing over the pads of his fingers.
"He's a five year old boy, Draco. I don't think staying clean's possible."
The elder blonde rolled his eyes, standing and walking around the table to make himself another cup of early morning tea. "It wasn't as much of an impossibility before you dumped yourself ever-so gracefully into our lives, Potter." No matter the years of rivalry, Draco just couldn't seem to put a sneer into his words.
"It's not my fault that I'm more fun than you," Harry teased, grinning at Scorpius.
Draco raised an eyebrow, glancing furtively over his shoulder. "Oh? And who is it you're marrying here? I don't think someone as famous as the Golden Boy of Gryffindor would marry someone boring, now do you?"
Scorpius giggled, lifting his hands to cover his mouth, wide, silver eyes, almost ice-blue in the early morning sunlight dancing between his two parents with childish glee.
"Fame doesn't mean much, I can promise you that." He reached out, smeared a little bit of syrup on the tip of Scorp's nose.
The boy's nose instantly crinkled, his eyes narrowing as his pink little tongue came out to try and lick the sticky syrup off his small button nose. "'Apa!" He giggled.
Draco shook his head, a small, affectionate smile on his lips as he finished his tea, adding a bit of sugar and walking back to the table, leaning down to caress a hand through Harry's hair and place a soft kiss against his temple. "I get that; I was just joking," Draco whispered softly, eyes slipping closed as he rested a cheek atop Harry's head.
Harry found Draco's hand, gave it a squeeze. "I know." He rubbed his thumb over the ring on his lover's hand. "I love you... even though you're boring."
Draco raised an eyebrow, nipping lightly at Harry's ear. "If I'm so boring, you don't mind not having sex whenever you please then? Or waking up with me in your arms? That is perfectly understandable if you find me so... boring." The whispers were low, husky in Harry's ear as Scorpius absorbed himself in his food once more, feeding little pieces to the plush unicorn, the syrup instantly clearing from it's snout with a small cleansing charm from the bubble around the child.
"That part's not boring," Harry decided and managed to pull Draco into his lap to nuzzle into his neck.
Draco placed his mug on the table after taking a quick sip, leaning back to rest against his lover's chest. "I happen to think so too." Scorpius giggled.
"Silly daddy, silly papa." Draco's heart warmed at the words.
"Silly son," Harry teased, holding his fiance close.
Titling his head, Draco's lips met Harry's in a soft kiss before a small clatter had them pulling apart, Draco's chuckles rumbling in his chest. "Good morning, Hugo."
"Why's everybody always kissin'?" the boy demanded, clambering into a chair besides Scorpius. "Hi."
Scorpius waved, chewing contently on a piece of pancake.
"Sleep well?" Draco stood swiftly, untangling himself from Harry's limbs with a soft kiss and a chuckle at the "ew!" of a reaction from the red-headed child. "What would you like for breakfast, Hugo?"
He eyed Scorpius's plate curiously. Fruit with pancakes? He always had chocolate chips. But maybe they weren't that bad. "Those," he decided and didn't see Harry's lifted brows.
After a moment, Draco answered with a quick "Alright then," a proceeded to grab a few apples from a rather large sack of them that had mysteriously appeared this morning after Harry and Draco had made up, Scorpius's dour mood lifting instantly. "Almost done eating Scorpius? Hermione wants to do a few more checkups on you, then you can play with the boys once Teddy wakes up."
"Auntie Hermi-ninny!" The boy giggled, quickly finishing off his plate of pancakes with a happy glee, Perry falling to the wayside for a moment.
"Mum and dad were kissin' too." Hugo's expression was less than pleased. "It's gross. Married people always kiss," he informed the boy at his side. Scorpius giggled with a nod as his plate was swept away to be cleaned.
"Just married people?" Harry swept Hugo out of his chair, tickling the boy and planting smacking kisses over his face.
"Uncle Harry!" he squealed, frantically trying to get away.
Scorpius cheered, clapping and wiggling, bouncing up and down in his seat as Draco looked on with poorly masked adoration. This was his family now, huh? He could get used to this, Merlin could he.
"Papa play! P'ay!"
Walking up behind the boy, Draco swept him out of his chair, laughing as his son squealed and held on tight to his neck. "Oh, you want to play do you?"
A speeding Teddy barrelled into the kitchen, nearly toppling Harry when he careened into his godfather, grinning widely. Hugo managed to wriggle away and dove beneath the table to hide. "Hey!"
"Uh-oh..." Teddy laughed, dropping down to hide with Hugo. "Scorpius, c'mon!"
The little boy's feet thudded to the ground as Draco let him run off happily with Teddy, their hands clasped as they ran from an ever-laughing Hugo. Their squeals, cheers and cries of laughter were heard through the kitchen and the dining room beyond.
Harry went to Draco, pulling him into a tight hug. "I'll help you make breakfast for Hu and Teddy."
Wrapping his arms loosely around Harry's neck, he sealed their lips together with a pleasant hum. "I just say apple pancakes for all, and you let me keep you to myself all day." His heart warmed in his chest, the tips of his fingers tingling pleasantly with magic as he carted them through Harry's hair, their brows resting against each-other.
"I'm alright with that idea."
"I'm not," was Hermione's opinion as she sailed into the kitchen - or waddled, but no one was going to say so. "Honestly. I've been after the pair of you to help read for days now. You should be more invested."
Harry rolled his eyes, keeping close to his fiance.
"Well then how about we get the kids fed, the you and me spend the day in the library?" Draco compromised, twining a few pieces of Harry's hair against his fingers. "Kreacher can watch them for a few hours, and it gives Hermione time to just observe Scorp." The small cries of joy echoing from a room on the lower floor reminded the two wizards of their son playing happily, well fed and clean. "And then, hopefully, we can get him in a bath and to bed at a decent hour." The blonde raised an eyebrow, an accusing glance meeting Harry's. Last night, Scorpius didn't make it to bed, and the two adults had the most unfortunate situation of Scorpius walking in on them with a nightmare after their lovely little... makeup. Thank Merlin they had their pants back on.
"That wasn't only my fault," he pointed out.
"That actually isn't a bad idea, but Kreacher doesn't have to watch the boys. Ron's booked out. He can watch them. No need to overwork the poor thing."
Considering that Kreacher hardly did anything, Harry only sighed. "Right. Draco and I'll read, then."
With a small nod, and a pleasant smile towards the witch, Draco and Harry turned to the task at hand of making breakfast for the kids (getting themselves covered in flour and such in the process) and getting them settled down long enough to eat.
"So you and 'arry finally made up?" Teddy mumbled around a delicious piece of pancake as Draco cleaned the counter top by hand, content to just not use magic as often as he did as a teen.
"Don't talk with your mouth full, brat." Harry played with his hair - puce this morning - and smiled fondly when he swallowed and stuck his tongue out.
"But did you? Cousin Draco?"
Draco chuckled, grabbing an apple from the diminishing stack and taking a bite out of it. "Yes, we did. After some forcing from you three." He waved the apple-holding hand at the children who all giggled as if they had just got away with stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.
Ron's eyes rolled. "Yeah, they made up all right."
Harry grinned at him. "You would know, wouldn't you?"
"I've asked Hermione to Obliviate me, but she's being mean."
"I am not being mean," she corrected over the top of her morning cuppa. "It's hardly worth tampering with your memory. All you did was see your best friend snogging his fiance. He's certainly seen the same with us."
Now it was Harry whose eyes rolled. "That's a very sad fact."
"We can always cover those memories up with something more... pleasant, love." Draco chuckled, leaning down to nip lightly at Harry's ear and give a warm, open-mouthed kiss to his neck as he shuffled over to cart a hair through Scorpius's pale locks. "All done, again, Scorpius?" The child got one more pancake as it wasn't fair to him the others were eating when he was already done.
"Hermione," Ron whined and his wife only laughed.
"Oh, just deal with it. It isn't hurting anything. Clearly nothing you should be queasy over." She patted her own rounded stomach meaningfully.
Hugo groaned, in league with his father. There was way too much kissing. He pushed his empty plate away, trying to get a smear of syrup off his cheek with his tongue.
Reaching over the table, Scorpius wiped the smudge of syrup off his cheek with a thin and nimble finger, a red hue reaching his cheeks as he wiped the syrup on his little denim jeans, the smudge instantly disappearing. "Alls gones."
Draco watched out of the corner of his eye with a warm feeling of love and admiration. His son, his baby Scorpius was so outgoing, so less... afraid of everything, no matter how exuberant he was when Harry first met him at the park those few weeks ago. It made the blonde smile and place a kiss against his son's forehead.
Hugo's cheeks were a flaming red and he quickly rubbed a hand over his face where Scorpius had touched. Harry laughed, getting to his feet and snagging the empty plates from the table. Teddy held his out, so the brunette got that one as well. He rinsed them off quickly, smiling to himself.
"Harry," Draco spoke quietly as he placed Scorpius back on the ground, adjusting his overly large shirt and kissing his head. "We should probably get to the library now; it's already getting late." Scorpius rushed off with a smacking of his lips and a peck to his daddy's nose, Hugo being set down by Ron and not too far behind, Teddy jumping down after them.
"Yeah." Harry finished the dishes magically to get them done.
"All my notes are in the library," Hermione began, instantly warming up to the suggestion. "Perhaps I should go up with you and show-"
"Hermione," Ron interrupted, "you've been going up and down those stairs for days."
"I know that, but-"
"We can figure it out," Harry said quickly, walking over and giving Hermione's belly a fond pat. "You don't want another early labor, do you?"
"That was absolutely mad," Ron muttered.
With a few good-hearted chuckles and a wave from Hermione with a cry of "Research, boys! Research!" Draco and Harry quietly made their way up the stairs towards the library, the cheers of the children following them till the library door fell shut with an ominous thud.
Grinning, Harry pressed Draco back against the door, a hand sliding into his hair. "Research, Draco. Research," he murmured, pressing his lips warmly to the other's.
Draco gave a small groan, pressing their lips fervently together. "This can wait Harry, I'd really like to get research done-" another soft nip of the lips. "Our son's life depends on it. Let's not waste time for something that can wait for tonight," he sucked on Harry's lower lip lightly. "And go on for hours."
"I know. I just wanted a last kiss before we resigned ourselves to reading. I don't even exactly know what we're looking for."
"Well, seeing as there are three massive piles of books laying around your library, I have a feeling Hermione might know. And, I'm guessing," Draco muttered quietly, face falling in to a mask of concentration. "That whatever we are looking for has something to do with a cure for a contaminate, a filter of some sort, something along those lines." The blonde picked a book of the teetering top of a pile, flipping through it with nimble fingers, a long yawn escaping his rosy-red lips.
"You're guessing or do you know?" Harry laid his hand over Draco's on the book, frowning. "I know Hermione's talked to you about this more than she has me."
Draco's hand tightened along the yellowing pages slightly. "I-" He glanced away, a small drift of the eyes towards his arm, his disgusting, grotesque arm that told Harry more than thousands of words could of. Or, at least, that is what Draco hoped.
"Fuck," Harry murmured, his hand leaving Draco's to rest on the man's cheek. "And the filter? Or do we not know that yet?"
Draco's eyes fell shut, his head titling slightly to rest into the warm touch and with a shuddering breath, his spoke a word that had been haunting him, a thought that had been dancing in the back of his head like a Wackspurt, an annoying little buzz. "You." His magic danced through his bones, tingling with a confirmation of the thought. "The filter is you, Harry."
He thought a moment before nodding. "Alright. I'll go through Hermione's notes, see if she has any ideas yet." He lowered his lips to Draco's. "Let's get our boy healed, yeah?"
Draco's lips quivered slightly, a small shake as he pressed back against the kiss fervently, his hand coming to rest firmly against Harry's cheek, drawing strength from the simple touch to solidify his own will. They'd be fine. They had to be. "Y-Yeah... yeah, let's go Golden Boy."
"Whatever I have to do, I'll do it," he promised quietly, lifting a hand to Draco's.
"Then let's get some reading done, shall we?" Draco pressed a kiss to the ring on Harry's finger, a small spark of magic dancing against his lips. Pulling away, he flopped unceremoniously down into a chair, cracking the book open, eyes instantly drifting over the pages.
Harry located Hermione's notes, sinking into the seat nearest him, and got to work.
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He didn't mind reading, really. But when it was the same things over and over again and none of it was helping, it gave him a headache. He rubbed a hand over his face, yawning, and valiantly went back to the book... he got half a page in, realized he'd read the same paragraph twice, and huffed, slamming the book shut. "Bugger," he muttered. "What is all this? Magical centers, healing books that have nothing about what we're looking for."
"I don't even know..." Draco sighed petulantly, his hair disheveled from continually running his long fingered hand through it countless times. "All I've gathered is that magic is like an aura outside of the body, continually flowing in and out like the blood in your veins, and if you are close enough to a person for extended periods of time, your magic begins to filter with theirs, together. I'm going to guess," he arched his back with a stretch, sighing blissfully as his spine popped, sagging back into the chair. "That since Scorpius's magic is still in its developmental stage, it's very temperamental, and my..." he swallowed. "My magic is essentially poisoning him?" Tilting his head, Draco glanced up at his lover. "And you would be the filter, with all your powerful reservoirs of magic flowing in and out of your body."
"Yeah, that looks like the conclusion Hermione came to." Or that's what he'd gathered around page two of her notes before giving up on those. "But me being around him isn't a cure, just a stabilizer. And when my moods sour or he runs across something I don't like..." Harry slumped back, blinking at Draco. "Nutella. That was my fault."
Draco stood slowly, walking over and placing himself on the arm of Harry's chair, running his fingers soothingly through his soft, brown locks. "It wasn't your fault, things like that happen, we- No, I should of been prepared for that to happen."
"How? You didn't know." He leaned his head against Draco's side, sighing. "So I'm the filter, great. I'll stay around him obviously. I love him. But how can we make it a permanent cure? I haven't seen anything in these books that'll help with that."
"Well," the blonde fidgeting, sighing quietly, his heart warming at the small confession of affection towards his son. "There was one book... somewhere at the bottom of a pile that I read, that mentioned... Well..." Draco's shoulders sagged, his weight leaning fully against the back of the chair Harry had placed himself on, leaning to his side as he fumbled with his fingers, a small, nervous habit. "It mentioned blood adoption."
Harry looked up. "Blood adoption?"
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"Blood adoption is illegal. It's highly unstable, has been proven deadly in too many cases..." Hermione shook her head. "Unless all the factors can be isolated, this isn't a viable option."
"What factors?"
She sighed. "Harry, what if he does survive, but his magic remains contaminated? If you're connected to him and so is Draco, your usefulness as a filter could be compromised. Instead of stable, he goes right back down. Draco would need to have his magic permanently banked and..." She waved a hand in the air, frustrated. "My first reading was done when Draco's magic was still gone. He had a year. That timeline's changed since Harry became part of his life, but it isn't much better."
"So even removing Draco's magic won't keep Scorpius alive if that blood thing doesn't work?" Ron wondered.
"Exactly. And there is a very real chance that Harry's would have to be banked as well if it doesn't work. Or if the shock of it doesn't kill Scorpius outright."
"Can't we just slowly filter Harry's blood into Scorpius's system, instead of a vital shock all at once?" Draco moved away from the kitchen door, striding into the dark coloured kitchen and placing himself behind Harry's shoulder, the picture of prim and perfect. "Or would draining his veins make it easier?" The thought had Draco weak at the knees. Scorpius's blood, all of it, leaving his veins to be replaced? This was too much for a five-year old, but even he knew limits, at this point in time, didn't exist.
"A little at a time wouldn't work and draining his veins entirely would be a needless waste. It doesn't work like that. It's-" Hermione broke off, flipping open the book. "The pair of you obviously didn't research this very well before you brought it to me."
"Why? Have you?"
"Of course I have, but I've ruled it out already. It's completely insane."
"It's essentially just replacing one parents genes with another wizard or witches isn't it?" Draco's brow furrowed, leaning over Harry's shoulder, ignoring the heat that radiated off the dark-haired Gryffindor in-light of leaning down to glance at the book Hermione had lain out on the table. "But the new genes, the new magic has to be more concentrated, more powerful than the previous parents, correct? Or am I mistaken?"
"You are a bit. It's not replacing. It's combining." Hermione stared down at the page, sighing heavily. She thought she'd gotten rid of all the books on blood adoption for just this reason. At least this one was just a blurb. "It's the same reason why blood isn't used in marriage ceremonies anymore. It's too unstable."
Draco gave a small sigh, a hand coming up to rub at the bridge of his nose irritably. "Well then what are we suppose to do? Lock Harry and Scorpius in a room together for the next four years and see if it changes anyth-"
"P'pa? 'Addy?" A voice spoke quietly, the room falling silent as Scorpius shuffled into the room, rubbing at his eyes tiredly, a small blue blanket, fluffy and warm clutched in his hands, Perry's small plush body riding on the tail end of the blanket like a King. His cheeks were still red, as well as the tip of his tiny nose, his yawns sounding heavy with congestion as he shuffled over to hold his hands up towards Harry, eyes continually drooping shut.
Harry cast worried eyes Hermione's way, becoming even more worried when her expression showed the same, and lifted the boy into his lap. "Oh, Scorpius, what're you doing up so late?"
The little boy curled up, Draco kneeling down with a furrowed brow to gently rub his back, cooing softly and combing back his hair. "Can' sle'p..." Scorpius's head pushed against Harry's stomach as he clung to the larger male's hand around his waist.
He hadn't been sick when they'd put him to bed, Harry recalled, and wondered if it was all the worry that had worsened him again. Hermione pursed her lips, studying them. "He's more tied into your emotions than I thought, Harry..."
Scorpius's eyes were puffy, his nose stuffed as he fell back into a restless sleep against Harry's stomach, curling up tightly in his lap. Draco picked Perry up, setting him in the boy's hands and wrapping the blue blanket he had shuffled in with tightly around his shoulders. "We need to do something Hermione. And fast."
"I know that." She lifted her wand, casting the diagnostic. Colors danced over his quivering frame. "All this up and down isn't any better for his system than the illness itself. We should have a few more days before..." She trailed off. "Oh," she whispered.
Ron looked from the boy to her. "Oh?" She looked at him and then at Harry, and both men went pale.
"Oh? Hermione! What do you mean by oh?" Draco stood quickly, face ashen with fear, blood running cold in his veins as his magic sparked against his finger tips.
She grabbed his arm quickly. "Calm down immediately or leave the room. Harry, same with you. The less negative magic we have around him the better."
Draco quickly took a few, pacing steps backwards, hands flexing, calming breaths filling his lungs. "Okay, okay... Hermione, what's wrong?" The blonde turned back, glancing at the healer, then back at his son in his fiance's lap.
Harry stroked Scorpius's hair, focusing on making the boy better to calm himself. He would be fine, he told himself. He had to be.
"It's... It's difficult to explain. I can't tell you exactly what's wrong, but..."
"But what Hermione?" Harry spoke up quietly.
"We just need to get him to St. Mungo's. A sealed room. All this back and forth when he still wasn't fully healed from the allergens..." Hermione managed to get to her feet, brushing off her husband's offered hand. There were things to be done. "Draco, you stay and pack him a little bag. Harry, Ron, and I will get him situated."
Draco snapped into action instantly after a small, worried glance shared between him and his lover. "Okay, okay." Leaning down, he pressed a searing kiss to Harry's lips. "I love you; take care of your son."
Leaning down further, pressing a soft, gentle kiss against Scorpius's temple, Draco whispered softly as not to wake the little boy as people began bustling around the small kitchen. "I'll be with you soon, Scorpius. Daddy loves you."
"Good. Wonderful. Let's go. Draco, Harry will come and get you when I decide it's best for you to be there." She sighed. "I'm sorry."
"Hermione," Draco glanced up, standing quietly. "Let's just focus on getting me and my fiance's son better, shall we? Now is not the time to apologize, nor was it ever." Draco gave a quick nod, turning and rushing out of the room to go and make up a small bag for Scorpius.
Harry rose, holding Scorpius gently. He nuzzled into his hair. "Hey, kiddo, we're gonna get you all better, okay? Soon now."
Scorpius mumbled quietly, head resting lightly against Harry's shoulder. "'kay 'apa..." Even through the thin layer of Harry's shirt, did the almost-Father feel the heat of Scorpius's skin and the sweat beading on his forehead.
Harry beat back the swell of worry that threatened to engulf him, replacing it as quickly as he could with hope. Mine, he thought. My little boy. He went through the floo at Hermione's insistence against Apparating him.
Ron grabbed his wife's arm before she could follow. "How bad?"
She looked up at him, letting the heartbreak and fear flood her expression. "Days if we're lucky."
The redhead nodded. As much as he was still on the fence about the whole Draco Malfoy thing, he couldn't imagine the suffering he was going through. And since that was Harry's burden now, Ron would help. "Let's stretch our luck then."
Hermione nodded, confident mask firmly back in place as she Apparated them both to St. Mungo's.
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Draco stepped slowly into the room, the door creaking quietly behind him. Bright blue items were splattered around the room; a bright blue comforter covered in little Snitch toys and various plushies, random Quidditch team blankets thrown over pillows and on the mahogany posts of the bed. The mini-version of Hogwarts Draco had bought Scorpius before he had... before he had gotten sick sat in the corner, random figures and little toys thrown around hastily as if all the characters were having some form of a duel on the pointed turrets and the boat house; the blonde and brunette figures oddly enough clumped together atop the roof of what looked to be the Great Hall.
Glancing around, a bright light flickering in and out of his vision, Draco lifted a hand, catching the Snitch night-light and canceling it with a wave of his hand, the wings folding into itself with a small buzz and a click. Swallowing, the blonde wandered further into the room with small, hesitant steps. Books and pillows, clothes and shoes littered the floor as if thrown off in haste, Draco imagining the times him and Harry had rushed into the room with Scorpius, picking him up and spinning him around, tickling him on the bed with their own smiles of affection and love for the fragile, frail little boy.
"Got you!" A voice chuckled, arms swooping down to lock under Scorpius's, lifting the boy and spinning him high in the air.
"D-D-Daaaaadddyyy!" Scorpius squealed, clutching Draco's hands with a loud, body racking laugh, face flushed with happiness, silver eyes wide and full of childish glee. "Papa! Papa! Help!"
Harry smiled from the door way, quickly rushing in to assist his fiance in tickling their son.
"I don't think so mister!"
Draco gave a small start, shaking himself out of his reverie. That tickle session had lasted the better part of half an hour, and then they proceeded to collect a little Scorpius, change him into his little Lion faced onesie and put him into bed, the two parents staying with their son until he fell asleep, Perry clutched in his little hands, burrowed beneath a plethora of blankets.
Giving a small sigh, Draco walked towards the bed, kneeling down and pulling a cauldron shaped satchel out from under the frame of the mattress, a small, devastating smile curling against his lips. Scorpius wore the satchel on his back so proudly the day he got it, exclaiming that he was going to be just like his father when he was older because "My daddy's amazin' at Potions, so I will bes as well!"
Shaking his head, Draco stood, slowly walking around the room and collecting small items and placing them into the bag after cleansing it, deciding to be safe and not place an extension charm on the bag for fear the magic used might contaminate the objects he set in its space. His snake plushie, and the lion Harry bought him when he went out to get groceries one morning, Draco still fast asleep from a night of revealing talks and calming whispers, his favorite Snitch onesie, a few small child-readable Potions books and, leaning down, he folded up the Bulgarian and Chudley Cannon's quilts Ron and Hermione had gifted the boy as a small get well memento. Placing them all in the bag, Draco zipped it closed, chuckling as the top of the cauldron turned from a vivid purple backed by charcoal grey, to a bright, acidic green, signaling that the bag was full and zipped. (More or less child-proof than anything else, Scorpius was always rushing away with his bags unzipped, therefore dropping everything in it onto the floor, or an unassuming parent's feet.)
Walking slowly towards the door, thoughts swimming with quiet 'Oh Scorpius...' to 'I'm so sorry Scorp, daddy will be there soon, we will find a cure to this. I promise.' One last look around had Draco reaching to the doorjamb and pulling off the small, Golden Snitch, placing it deep into the confines of his pocket. The door fell closed with a small click, the charmed lights extinguishing immediately.
"Kreacher!" The blonde called out, deciding to have the elf deliver it then some how interfering with his son's care. The thought stung, Draco rubbing his chest absentmindedly as the house elf appeared with a crack.
"Kreacher, I need this to get to Hermione Weasley at St. Mungo's, immediately. And only to Hermione, do you understand?"
The house-elf took the bag, bowing low. "Yes, Master Draco." He was gone with a crack.
A few minutes later there was another, this one bringing Harry to Grimmauld Place. "Hermione's kicked me out for a bit. They're testing. I want to..." He thought of the time limit Ron had quietly murmured to him and his throat seized. Godric, not his boy... Not that sweet little boy. "Blood adoption," he managed. "We need to look into that." Because it was all they had.
The few minutes that had passed between Kreacher's departure, and Harry's arrival found Draco Malfoy flopped, boneless, on the creaky old stairs, head held limply in his hands, a muffled 'okay' escaping his lips; his tongue felt like cotton, his eyes stung, and his chest constricted to the point where he couldn't breathe. His baby boy...
Harry sank down beside him, hugging him tightly. "She doesn't know... She doesn't know where the sudden drop came from. That's what they're trying to figure out. She's hoping they can... maybe they can reverse it."
"They can't reverse it Harry... my... o-our baby boy is g-going... going-" Draco sagged against the body next to him, tears stinging against his eyes but refusing to fall. "He's not going to make it." His voice was hoarse and rough, as if his vocal chords had been torn and ripped apart.
"Don't." Harry clung tighter, buried his face in Draco's hair. "He will not. I'm not going to let it happen. We can try that blood adoption. We will try it. It works in some cases; that's what Hermione said. It's worked before. We just have to figure out how. We'll make it work."
"Harry..." Draco sighed pleadingly, pushing himself up and away from the brunette, leaning against the dark hued wallpaper behind him, coarse to the friction of the fabric of his shirt. Holding out his left arm and rolling the sleeve up, Draco dropped his gaze and his head. The tattoo squirmed on his arm, the ragged black lines dancing and wiggling against his pale, scarred skin. The tattoo was pulsing a dull, faint, sickly green, small sparks of bright yellow magic dancing across his skin. "He won't make it," Draco's voice was barely above a whisper, shame eating away at his body. He was doing this to his son, his Scorpius, the boy he vowed to protect after Astoria walked out on them the night Scorpius's sickness revealed itself. It was all him, and here he was, the great Ice Prince of Slytherin, weak and lifeless as his son lay dying in a hospital that only weeks ago refused to help him, passing the illness off as just a flu. He would curse himself to the day he died for ever following his father.
Harry pressed a hand over the Mark, ignored the odd burning he felt from it. "He will make it. But if you give up while there's still a chance, I'll never forgive you. I won't lose him. Not when there's still a chance." His grip tightened, the burn increasing. "I love you both. I'll have you both."
Draco's gaze lifted, glancing through pale lashes, wavering silver meeting determined green. "I'll never give up on my son, Harry," he whispered sharply. "But it doesn't mean I can't prepare to accept what is." Jerking his arm away and turning Harry's hand over, Draco flinched. "See?" The rough skin of Harry's palm was torn and bloody, strips of skin scorched and peeled away from his palm.
Harry curled his fingers, fisting his hand and hiding the injury. "There's still a chance. I've spent my entire life getting told 'impossible' and 'no,' and I'm not going to give in without exploring all the options."
The blonde paused a moment, thoughts milling around inside his head. "You stupid, fool hearty Gryffindors never give up, do you?"
"I don't know about all Gryffindors, but I don't."
Lifting his hand, Draco pushed it through Harry's hair, tugging him down, he smashed their lips into a fierce kiss. "I swear, Potter. You better give your fucking all, every last drop of your damned Golden Boy blood to save our son, do you hear me?"
"Everything I have, Draco." He closed his eyes, resting his brow on the blonde's. "Everything I have for my everythings."
Draco smirked, his lips curving as he pressed fiercely back against the brunette's lips. "Sap." Pulling away, he stood with a flourish, holding his hand out. "Research time, scarhead?"
"Absolutely, ferret." He reached out his uninjured hand, gripping Draco's. He'd read until his eyes bled if need be.
Leading the brunette up towards the library once more, with commands to Kreacher to not interrupt them unless absolutely necessary, the glare he had given at the house elf smirking with some form of twisted pride, Draco and Harry sat down and began pouring back over their notes and books, deciding that Blood Adoption was their best course of action.
Hours passed, backs ached, necks cricked and hearts stopped as the fire in the library roared to life, a bright green flame as the two inside the room cringed with surfacing memories. Glancing at the fire, Harry and Draco quickly rushed over, jumping off their chairs, and over the backs of couches to kneel in front of the grate.
"Harry- Malf-Draco? You t-"
"Ron, yes, we're here. What's going on? Is everything alright?" Draco could never recall who spoke first, or who said what, their hearts in their throats, pounding with nervous fear and anxiety.
"You two need to get to the hospital. Immediately."
"W-What? Why?"
"Scorpius. He's dying."
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