Daddy's Little Princess

Harry

Informatio

He returned to his rooms and found his family gathered in the living room.

''I need advice.'' He said, after he had closed the door behind him. His mother looked up from her place on the love seat, curled up next to his father. ''Okay, we'll listen.''

His father and Sirius stopped their conversation and turned their attention to him. He sat down on the squishy stool. ''I talked to Romilda just a few minutes ago and she said she is pregnant with my child. I ended it eight weeks ago and she cheated on me by that time for Merlin knows how long.'' Sirius had sat up straighter in his armchair.

''Did she say how far along she is?'' Lily asked concerned. He shook his head. ''No, even if she does, she would only pick a time that would match.'' He answered dully, the nastiness in her eyes was still troubling him.

''How big is the possibility, that it is your child?'' His eyes locked on the blue ones of his godfather. He hesitated for a second. ''That depends.''

''On what?''

''How long the charm holds after casting it.'' The room fell into silence, while his family thought over what he had said. Sirius recovered first. ''The spell holds two hours, give or take a few minutes, depending on the caster.''

His father looked at him for a while, before joining the conversation. ''I don't think he uses the spell we taught him, Pads.''

''What do you mean, why not? I use it all the time and it works perfectly.'' Lily snorted. ''No need to exaggerate. Besides 'Ne Conceptio' isn't the best one, it depends too much on the witch's magic, not the caster. I taught Harry a charm 'Ne fecunditas'. Works for eight hours and is solely focused on the male.''

He relaxed instantly. Out of question then. Even if her threat was true, he had never been asleep longer than that. ''So she is bluffing.'' He stated.

''I would call it lying. That's why I stay single, women aren't worth the trouble. They only want your money and fame, gold digger's the lot of them, apart from you of course, Lily-Flower.'' Sirius said winking at her. She rolled her eyes at him.

''Even you will settle down one day, I found the perfect match for Remus and I will find the one for you. You owe me a godchild.''

''No way, I refuse any match-making.'' He crossed his arms, like a small pouting child.

''Back to Romilda, there is one relative easy way to make sure that the child she carries, if she is even pregnant in the first case, is not a Potter.'' Harry focused his whole attention on his father now. ''In the case that something happens to the last Potters and someone claims to expect a child from our lineage, they can go to Gringott's and prove their claim with a little drop of blood. If the claim proves to be right, they will gain access to a trust vault until the child is of age.''

''What happens if they lie?'' Sirius asked with an evil grin.

''You know it is times like these, when you prove to be a Black.'' His godfather looked offended and hit James on the head. Harry thought about that option, should he just drag her off to Diagon or would simply telling her be enough for her to tell the truth? For one second he imagined it to be true, a child, his child. He shook his head, at his own foolishness, he was only four weeks away from graduation and the war was in full swing, gathering more speed every passing day.

He was lost in his thoughts till his mother shook his shoulder gently. ''It's getting late, love.'' Her verdant eyes were full of love and tenderness, with a small hint of concern. ''Right.'' He stood up and hugged her, he kissed her cheek. ''Sweet dreams, Mum.'' She smiled. ''Same here.''

''Harry wait.'' He turned around and saw Romilda run in his direction.

''Yes, what do you want?'' She smiled, but it didn't look like an honest one. ''I had an appointment with Madame Pomphrey today, I thought you wanted to know that we will have a son.''

On the inside he was screaming in rage. ''Really? A little boy? Did she say anything else?'' He made sure to sound trusting and interested. Romilda's smile grew. ''Yes, he is perfectly healthy and has the right weight.''

He smiled and put his arm around hers, she wanted to play, fine with him. ''Did she tell you the due date, we have to buy so many things.'' Her eyes lit up at the prospect of shopping. ''He is due at the beginning of February. I want us to get married first, of course, have you told your family? You need to tell them and my family, of course.'' He stopped her by putting his finger on her lips. ''February? So you are six weeks along?'' She nodded, before her eyes grew big and she back-paddled. ''No, no I mean I am ten weeks, it was a slip of the tongue.''

''You should go and tell Blaise, let him know these happy news.'' He turned around, tired of this, he had a meeting and it wouldn't do to be late.

After using two short cuts he arrived on time in front of the room of requirements. The door was already there, so he was the last to arrive.

''You are late.'' Was the greeting he got, when he had entered the room. ''I'm not late, you are too early.'' He said in the same tone.

''I'll have you know, Potter, that a Malfoy is always right on time, a Malfoy never arrives too early, nor is he late.'' Draco Malfoy stood upright, a blond eyebrow arched in a challenging way. Harry didn't take the bait, he had gotten used to the behaviour of the blonde. ''What did you want to tell me?'' He asked, not wanting the meeting to take longer than needed.

''I have information. My father is unable to meet with yours for a while, so he sent me. The Death Eaters plan an attack on a ministry bloke. They want to kill his family and take him as prisoner. He lives in Wales, a small village.'' The Slytherin wrote down the name and address on a small piece of parchment, using a spell to hide his handwriting.

''Why kidnapping him?'' He asked, taking the parchment. ''They need him, he is a member of the Law Department. Right now he tries to even the ground for the muggle-borns.'' Harry laughed softly. ''And we can't have that, can we?'' Draco snorted. ''I can't tell you when, but it will be before the end of term.'' Harry nodded and Draco made his way over to the door.

''Wait. You are friends with Zabini, right?'' He didn't answer, he merely looked curious. ''I just take a guess then. You know about him and Vane, right?''

''If you want to whine about her cheating on you-'' Harry waved his hand. ''No, it's not that. I don't know what she is planning next, but she is six weeks pregnant, tell him to be careful.'' Draco clearly was surprised by this, but he nodded and left.

Enjoy!