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Chapter 5

Sirius growled, standing to his feet, his body stiff as the dark eyed wizard looked at him. "What do you want Snivellous?" the animagus asked, his voice rough with anger.

The dark wizard stepped through the door way, sneering at the other man as he slowly drew his wand."I want that boy, locked away." he said, his pointedly at Harry.

Madame Pomphrey sighed, standing from her chair."Sirius, calm yourself!" the woman said forcefully, drawing their attention from each other.

The two men looked at her, their eyes alight, their hands clutching their wands, their minds reeling with the names of spells that were in their arsenal.

"This is not helping," said the medi-witch, crossing her arms in front of her chest,"right now, a young boy is in pain, his parents are unable to be here, and the adults involved are acting like children!"

Severus sneered, taking a step back from his school nemesis, placing his wand back into the folds of his dark robes. Sirius growled one last time before, re-seating himself, wrapping his arm around Remus, pressing a kiss onto the werewolf's temple. Harry sniffled slightly, fear lighting his eyes, making them lighter in color.

"What are the chance of a pregnancy?" asked Severus, conjuring a chair and seating himself.

Harry blanched, his face paling at the thought, his mind racing as thoughts began to flood his mind.

"High. Considering Harry is magically strong and taking into account their family history, the chances of Draco becoming pregnant are higher than usual." explained the older woman, rubbing her temple, warding off an oncoming headache.

Harry looked at his godparents, the fear written on his features a tale-tell sign of his discomfort.

Remus smiled slightly, pulling Harry closer to his body, gently shushing the boy, when he opened his mouth to talk."Don't worry, Harry."Said the werewolf, running his fingers through his cub's dark hair."We won't know for awhile if he is pregnant or not, so no worrying now, not when we don't know."

Harry nodded, taking a deep breath to try and calm his frazzled nerves. "When will we know?" asked the teen, looking at the medi-witch.

Madame Pomphrey offered him a small smile, though her eyes spoke a different story. "It all depends on how strong the potion is." she said, looking pointedly at the potionsmaster.

Severus glowered, his eyes narrowing in mistrust."I can't make it any stronger," the man said simply.

Sirius scoffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest."Why? Don't want Harry to know? Or are you planning to do some type of potion that requires parts of a baby?" the animagus asked, his voice rising with each phrase.

"Unlike you, my son does not want to cause any harm to a child that might have been conceived from this forced union." came a cold voice from the door way.

Everyone turned.

Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy stood in the door way, their blonde hair glistening in the light of the office, their eyes sharp and cold."Lord and lady Malfoy," said Pomphrey, standing motioning them into the office.

"I will stay with Draco." said Narcissa, casting her eyes to her husband, before stepping from the room, the only sound of her departure the click-clack of her designer heels.

Lucius stepped further into the room, his dark grey eyes shifting from Harry to Severus. "I believe there is some explaining to do?" asked Lucius, allowing Severus to conjure a chair for him. Nodding to the darker man, the blonde sat, his eyes set on the medi-witch.

Madam Pomphrey nodded. "It would seem that, Mr.Potter here, raped your son, Mr.Malfoy." said the medi-witch.

Lucius rolled his eyes."Really now, I thought you had called me here to tell me that my son was doing well under your protection." the blonde drawled, placing his cane in front of himself.

Severus smirked, as the witch blushed, embarassed being mocked by a man that was at least twenty years her junior.

"Mr.Malfoy, please, mocking will get us no where." said the witch, regaining her composer.

Lucius's eyes flashed, grey becoming nearly black."Excuse my manners, but my son is the one laying in one of your beds, being treated like some muggle rape victim." the blonde man said, his voice low, deadly, threatening. He had not come here to be told something he knew, he had come to get results, he had come to make sure his son was alright, he had come to make sure that the rapist was sentenced to the proper term in Azkaban.

"I understand, Mr.Malfoy..." started the medi-witch, only to be cut off by glass hard eyes.

"Do you have children, madame?" asked the blonde, looking directly into her eyes.

Madame Pomphrey looked stunned, her eyes widening only slightly at the question."No Mr.Malfoy, I do not."

"Then you do not understand." said the elder Malfoy, standing from his seat.

Severus stood with him, reading the blonde's body, knowing that he wanted nothing more than to leave the room. "I'll show you to Draco." Severus said quietly, leading the slightly shorter man from the room.

Harry looked after them, his dark eyes watching for the tell-tale signs of anger. He was surprised that they never showed, that no emotion was freely displayed for the world, that the older man's anger, love, fear, was never even glimpsed.

Fear ran through Harry's body as his godparents and he left the room, their steps slow and deliberate while his fast, nervous, almost as though he feared that an attack was coming but he didn't know when. Sighing as they approached the tower, muttering the password, the entered, greeted by the expectant face of Hermione and Ron.

All Harry knew after that was, it was going to be a long night.

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Lucius looked at the figure on the bed, his heart constricting in his chest as he saw the tired look on the boy's face.

Draco sat, quietly speaking to his mother, his voice silent against the power behind his mother's. His grey eyes looked, but did not see, his thoughts building around his mind, encasing his brain in woolly softness, muffling his ears and mouth, making listening and talking difficult.

"Have you spoken to him?" asked Lucius, his voice spoken softly, reverently.

Severus nodded, not wanting to speak loud, not really wanting to speak at all, as they watched the boy shift on the bed, laying his angel haired head on the rough cotton pillow. Severus watched his eyes closed, his breathing even, his body relax, as sleep claimed him, marked him, comforted him.

"He was in pain." Lucius stated, his eyes watching as his son's chest rose and fell with each breath.

Severus nodded, running his fingers through his dark hair, his eyes shifting over to the blonde standing next to him."What is the great mind of Lucius Malfoy thinking?" asked Severus, his dark eyes holding not questions but answers.

Lucius couldn't help but laugh, his eyes crinkling at the edges as a smile broke over his face, reaching into his eyes and grasping, holding, caressing the blonde's hopes and humanity."How to make the boy-who-lived die."

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