Disclaimer : Look at the Prologue for it, and I have a job to make money, so not making any off of this, clearly
Warning : Yaoi (dah), M-preg, Lemons........hmm, lemonade........*drools*
AN: Thanks to those who reviewed. Oh, and not Beta-ed.
Chapter One
Harry lay there, on the ground, completely naked, hair being pet by Draco gently as he tried to calm his hurting body from the monthly transformation. He was actually basking in the attention, about to fall asleep when he remembered they were not alone when he heard a small gasp.
He opened his eyes and stared directly at one of his childhood best friend, Ronald Weasley. Sighing, he sat up and took the cloak from around the blonde's shoulders, placing it over his own body.
"Hullo, Ron. Nice seeing you here, of all places," he muttered, getting up with some help from the blind man besides him.
"Harry? But - what…a werewolf – how?!"
Sighing once more, Harry casually placed his arm around Draco's shoulders and rested his head against the blond one, glad to feel the other relax against his body, and silently amused to see the shocked reaction it got from his former school mates.
"Did you seriously think that nothing was going to happen to me while being held captive for three months by the Death Eaters and Voldermort? I got held up in the Lycanthropes' cages. There was actually no way to not get bitten," rolled his eyes the Savior of the Wizard World.
A few paled at that. They had seen the werewolves' cages. Barely big enough to hold them when they were human, much less when they were transformed, hence why they were let out to terrorize all around. But the worst had been the children. Some barely old enough to be allowed out of their mothers' arms, to pre-teenagers, all closed off into the smallest cages to be found, placed atop the cages of the elder werewolves.
Upon entering the compound on the morning of the Victory, they had found Draco Malfoy locked in one of those cages, unconscious, with a small girl of maybe four held closely to his side. She was dead, blood in her lungs and on her lips suggesting tuberculosis. Blood was splattered everywhere, old and new alike, making it hard to believe anyone had even managed to live there.
As for Harry, he was found in the chambers of the Dark Lord, dressed in the rich yet too big clothes, asleep by the mingled body of what was once known as Voldermort. Tom Marvolo Riddle died a very painful death, and no one would have ever guessed what it was until now.
It was clear that the Boy-Who-Lived tore him to pieces while in his wolf form, no doubt having been let out by the fools who believed he had no control over his mind when under the effect of the full moon. Little did they know that the wolf always went after what it hated the most, and as strong as Harry was, he was able to control that hate and helped the wolf take control to finish off the mad man once and for all.
Ron was brought out of his thoughts when he saw Malfoy take out something from his pocket, enlarge it and present it to Harry.
"It's time to go home, Potter. Mother will only watch him for so long before one of those Harpies she calls friends come hounding around the Summer House," drawled the blond blind.
Harry snickered before he started to change forms once more, this time without any painful sounds and much faster. There, besides the blond, sat once more a wolf, but this time a gentler and clear gazed one who smirked at them. The wolf slipped on into the harness, the claps closing magically, Malfoy taking hold of the handle.
"You are welcomed to come, if you promise to keep quiet and to give us our time alone," the blond told them, being led easily by Harry through the woods, towards Hogsmead.
The Aurors, not knowing what to do, followed, curious to know who Narcissa Malfoy could be keeping an eye on for these two newly found men. They soon came upon a rather large house on the outskirt of the wizard village, looking all pretty with its white paint and yellow lilies laying all over the front lawn.
"Welcome to the Black Summer House," sneered Draco, not seeming to be welcoming at all.
Entering into the main lobby, they all looked down at their dirty boots and damp robes, ashamed to be in such a grand home and making a very bad impression on themselves and their department at the ministry.
"Fa'her! 'Car!" came a sudden giggle.
Blond hair and green eyes was all they caught, clad in soft blue robes as a two year old child came to hug the wolf and the blind man.
"Hello there, Lionel. Where would your grand-mother be, hmm?" chuckled gently Draco as he picked up the child.
"Right here, my Dragon. I see you have brought me unexpected guests."
The beauty that was Mrs. Lucius Malfoy stood before them, standing in a glamorous amber robes, her hair tied into a braid and over her left shoulder, she looked to be too young to have a son the age of twenty.
"I know how accommodating you are Mother, so I don't doubt you will adore company for breakfast. Now, if you will please excuse us, we are in need of a good shower."
Placing Lionel back onto the ground, Draco headed off to the stair case just out in the hall, Scar shifting back into Harry, the brunet easily following the blond who didn't need any help finding his direction.
Turning to look over at the boy and woman, Ron felt rather quite awkward just standing there. And the Lady Malfoy was indeed looking back at them, as if evaluating what she was going to do with them. They seemed to be saved by a tiny little stomach that decided to growl.
"Grand-ma! I'm hungry! 'An we ea' now? Fa'her and daddy back!"
Narcissa gave a small laugh and took her grand-son's hand into hers and waved for the five Aurors to follow her.
"This way for breakfast, please. And do not worry about your state of clothes; a house-elf will be cleaning up after you," she said offhandedly.
It made them a bit more uncomfortable, what with the way that none of them had house-elves because Hermione was dead set against 'enslavement'. Arriving at the dining hall, they all gave up on that thought to stare at the feast awaiting them. After running all night after a werewolf who turned out to be a long lost friend, it sure left an empty space into their stomachs.
(^.^)
Draco entered the room on the left and started to undress as soon as he heard Harry step into the room. The brunet immediately closed the door, knowing how the blond functioned after a long night out under the full moon.
"The door is closed, Dray," he warned, not wanting the other man to run right into the temporary barricade.
"Hmm," was the only response he received.
Rolling his eyes, Harry removed the cloak and followed the now naked blind man into the bathroom, sighing in relief as soon as he stood under the shower head and felt the grime of the night start to fall off from his slightly sore body.
"Why did you bring them back, love? I would have thought you would have hexed them all to next week," asked gently Harry as he took a hold of the shampoo and rubbed them into the blond hair of his lover.
"Are you opposed to their presence here, dear heart? They were once your friends, after all," smirked the blond, knowing what was going on in Harry's head.
"Friends they may be, but just like you said, it was once, all in the past now. I only look towards the future now a days," he almost whispered as he hugged the blond to his body and placed his hands possessively over the flat tower abdomen.
Draco leaned back against him, sighing in contentment. Chuckling, Harry finished washing them both, making sure to take extra attention to the blind blond, never to leave a speck of skin untouched. Turning to face him, Draco easily started to kiss him, almost as if trying to devour him in his need to be comforted by the fact that Harry was indeed in one piece after such a long night.
Happy to oblige, the brunet picked up his smaller lover and carried him back to the bedroom, using wand less magic to dry them both. Placing him gently on the bed, he carefully placed his body atop his lover's, the blond spreading his leg so accommodate him fully.
Taking his time, Harry once more explore Draco's body, enjoying every little sound coming from him, be it a gasp, a pant or even a withholding of breath, he took them all and committed them to memory before closing his eyes and letting his lips enjoy that same path, trusting his touch and taste to guide him in his memorization.
"Stop lagging and get to it, Potter. I would like to come sooner rather than later," hissed out Draco, rolling his hips as Harry's mouth was just besides his phallus.
Not giving a verbal reply, he wandlessly and silently cast a lubing and stretching spell, preparing his lover for his entry.
(^.^)
Ron watched as the little boy was polite, yet still a child, laughing, giggling and making noises as he ate, properly with only a little mess and he had to silently admit that Narcissa Malfoy did not panic at all when he knocked over the milk pitcher, she just waved her wand and cleaned it up, a small smile on her lips.
"Now, now, be more careful, my little Lion. We wouldn't want you to get yourself all dirty," she gently put in.
"Okay!" giggled the little blond.
It had been at least half an hour since they were here and it was starting to irritate the redhead as neither of his former school mates showed any signs of life. Narcissa noticed his expression and hid a smirk behind her napkin as she dabbed her mouth.
"If you want to go find them, they are on the third floor, in the West wing of the house, first door on the left."
Giving the woman a smile, he rushed out of the room and headed to the staircase, not caring at all that he might be interrupting anything. He was so careless that he actually didn't even knock on the door and simply opened it, freezing when he was met with two naked bodies that were in their orgasm.
Harry was kneeling between Draco's legs, the blonde's back arch up, breathing very closely, mouth a breath's hair away, both of their eyes closed and panting, body shaking in exhaustion.
"Er…"
Harry's head snapped to him, green eyes almost glowing as a growl made its way out while Draco pushed off the dark haired boy and took one of the silk sheet to cover his body, back to the door. Harry didn't protest being pushed away from his mate, nor did he seem ashamed about his nudity as he stood up, still glaring at the redhead.
"I know for a fact that your mother taught you how to knock, Ronald," was almost hissed at him.
"Yeah, and I really wished I'd done it now. Hum…are you done now?" he asked, face as red as his hair as he looked down at the ground, looking like a five years old that got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Harry stared at him for a few seconds before he sighed deeply and wet to fetch himself a pair of jeans and a comfortable t-shirt. He kneeled back onto the bed and kissed Draco's bare shoulder.
"You need anything?" he asked.
"My son and mother, if you please," replied coldly Draco.
Harry chuckled and kissed his neck before he turned and motioned for Ron to leave the room. Heading down the stairs, they easily rounded the banister and headed back into the dining room where Harry bent over Lionel's chair to kiss his forehead.
"Hello there, Lion. Been good to your grand-ma while we were out?" asked the werewolf, stealing some of the boy's waffle to munch on, making the child giggle.
"Better than you!" was the giggly response.
Harry rolled his eyes before looking at Narcissa with a small smile.
"His Highness would like for you and the venerated Child to attend to him this morning as this poor peasant deals with the wrongs of the home," he said, overdramatically and even bowing until his nose almost touched the ground to his mother-in-law.
The woman's lips curled at the side and her eyes held amusement.
"Of course, one would not dare to keep Draconis waiting forever. Come little Lion, your father wishes to cuddle you," she said gently to the boy.
Lionel giggled and jumped down from his seat, running out of the room to join his father. Narcissa did let out a small laugh as she turned back to Harry.
"You may used the Drawing room, it will have more space than Lucius' old office."
"Thank you, mother. Please enjoy the morning with your son."
Placing a kiss on Harry's cheek, Narcissa left, giving the five Aurors in general a nod of goodbye. That done, Harry took a hold of another waffle and led them all out by another door, through a hall and into a room with high backed chairs with fitting two people seats set in all kinds of blue shades.
"Take a seat and we'll talk. Did you all eat a good breakfast?"
They all nodded, not sure how to react to him as he sat down and propped his feet up on top of the coffee table, no doubt something he would never do with either his mate or mother-in-law in the room.
"Good! Now, on with the questions, as I know you're all dying to know everything."
There, the others all looked over at Ron, nominating him as the leader here as he was already their head of team.
"So…what happened? Why did you leave us? The Wizard world? Where have you been? When were you bitten?"
Harry leaned back and took a deep breath before he started to answer, looking at the wall so he didn't have to look at any of them specifically.
"What happened? Well, I got kidnapped by some Death Eaters and taken to the kennels. When I woke up, there was this small werewolf taking bites outta my left arm," he showed them the inside of his left arm, where the skin looked like it had been removed and then the extremities pulled together, forming a ragged line down the middle that looked less than clean. "I almost broke its neck, but luckily, Malfoy called out and told me to just immobilize her on the ground. Few hours later, this four-year-old little girl was sleeping besides me."
"But you got turned," whispered Lavender.
Harry let out a small laugh.
"Not exactly sure it was then. There is about three percent chances that someone does not get turned, even more when bitten by a child."
"Then…" trailed off Seamus.
"I got fucked since I had to let one of the others lick my arm every so few days to heal it without any infection. In my situation, I got too much contact with werewolves to not get infected."
"Didn't the Death Eaters try to heal you?" asked Susan, shocked.
Harry looked at her with wide eyes, as if wondering when she'd gotten a second head, and she wasn't the only one. Ron had the exact same expression, except his was accompanied with disbelief as he couldn't believe that he had worked for the past three years with her and not know how dense she could be.
"Are you being serious? We are talking about Death Eaters here. They actually didn't even notice there was blood on the floor of my cage, though I think there was already some before I was placed there. Anyways, ends up I got infected. They moved Charlie out of my cage and when the next full moon came, they were surprised to find me transformed in the cage after they'd let all of the other werewolves out, except for the cubs. Their mistake was to let me out the next time after, Voldermort thinking it would just destroy me to wake up with the blood of the innocent in my mouth," rolled his eyes Harry, the others chuckling a bit as they knew what he meant by the ex-Dark Lord's mistake.
Sitting in silence for a few minutes, Ron was about to ask another question when Harry tilted his head to the side and a small smile graced his lips as the werewolf looked over to the door.
"Uncle Harry! Where are you?" they eventually heard shouted.
"In here, Teddy!" he called back.
A few seconds later, a small boy with curly black hair and amber eyes came rushing in, jumping into the man's lap.
"Hi! Father said he wanted to check on uncle Draco and me and Dad tagged along and we had pop-tarts for breakfast and-"
Harry placed his hand over the five-year-old's mouth as he sniggered, amused by the child.
"Hello to you too, Teddy. How about you go bring your father over to Draco and my room and tell your dad to come here? You can stay with your cousin after that, okay?"
Teddy nodded and was out the door at a very surprising speed, making Harry almost fall out of his seat as he saw how big the Aurors' eyes were.
"Who was that?" asked Susan.
"My nephew, Teddy. Cute, ain't he?" he teased.
"Your nephew? But I thought you were an orphan!" exclaimed Lavender.
"He is, but that does not mean he cannot be proclaimed as a Godfather. Good morning, cub," a warm and patient voice called from the door.
To say he was shock would be an understatement for Ron. There, in the doorway, stood none other than Remus Jonathan Lupin, who had left once more once the way was over, with a very rounded belly there was no doubt the man was at least seven months along.
"Professor Lupin?" asked Seamus.
"Hello, Mr. Finnigan. And please, either Mr. Lupin or Remus will do. I have only taught one year at Hogwarts, after all. Now, what is with this beautiful little reunion?"
There was a certain undertone in his voice that actually didn't sound comforting, but Ron decided to ignore it in favor of staring.
"You huh…weren't you going out with Tonks?" he asked stupidly.
The elder werewolf tilted his head to the side and raised a brow.
"Where would you get such an idea?"
"Well, you guys were always together and she was kinda the only one who brought in information on you when you went away for that one year with the werewolves…" trailed off Ron as he noticed the blush that was forming on Remus' cheeks.
Harry had a shit eating grin on his face as he nudge the elder werewolf in the ribs, as if to tell him to spit it out.
"Actually…that was a cover up Albus made so that I would be safe during my pregnancy with Teddy. To have actually gone to a werewolf pack would have been deadly for me," he admitted.
That sure surprised the others.
"Why would it be deadly? Aren't werewolves all for having kids?" asked Lavender.
The two werewolves shook their heads, Remus looking saddened while Harry looked about to kill something.
"To mate and procreate outside of a pack is actually a taboo to most packs. They don't condone the single raising of parents. They prefer that it be the Betas of the pack that take care of the cubs while the Alphas are the only allowed to decide who do procreate. As both of our mates are actually just normal wizards, they would reject our young ones, not to mention kill them for being sired and bared by outsiders," sneered Harry coldly.
"So…both of you are out of the pack deal? You'll never join any, that is?" asked Terry.
"Oh, we could, if we were to abandon our cubs and mates, or for our mates to be turned and our cubs to aged of at least five years old. That's when the little ones are old enough to be let out during the full moon," replied patiently Remus.
The five Aurors were taking all that new information in, no doubt to prove useful later on when they would be facing specific rogue groups of werewolves.
"Does that mean that little Teddy was with you last night while Lionel stayed here with his grand-mother?" asked Susan, head tilted to the side.
"Yes, that would be it. It is actually very dangerous for the infant cubs to be born to a couple of werewolves as they will both need to go out or be fed the potion and will not be in any way capable of feeding or caring for their little ones. Since Teddy is old enough to eat solid meat, I share my meal with him and as you said, Narcissa is to take care of feeding a bottle of milk and blood to Lionel every few hours."
"Wouldn't there be chances of her getting bitten by the kid the older he gets?" pointed out Seamus, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.
"Yes, the chances are greater, which is why she must be more careful. It goes the same for Draco and my mate, but as they are their children also, do you seriously think they would let them die of hunger?"
The Irish wizard blushed, knowing that no self-respecting parent would ever let that disease stop them from caring for their infant, especially if they had knowingly mated to a werewolf to begging with, which was even more risky.
"So…how have you been?" asked Ron, a bit unsure of where to get the conversation towards now.
"Doing good, mostly. Lionel keeps Draco and me busy and so does work," sighed in relaxation Harry as he relaxed completely, leaning back in his seat fully.
"Oh? What kind of work?"
"Well, more like Draco works and I guide him around, as you witnessed earlier. As for the work; he's a teacher in a muggle university. Being blind just means he had to get a bit of help with reviewing their homework and correcting things, but we get by that easily enough."
That sure surprised them all.
"Malfoy works as a teacher in the muggle world? However did that happen?" asked with disbelief Seamus.
AN: So...anyone can tell me what the heck I should give Draco to teach to muggles? I'm very open to suggestions right now......HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!