A/N: So... I'm starting up another multi-chaptered fic... I've had this idea brewing for a while, and it wouldn't leave my head. This is written for the: Nyaaaaaa Mpreg! I've used The Netherlands in this fic, simply because I know the country, and know the language. So it's a rather logical choice, since it's not that far away from England, of course... I first wanted to use France, but I realised I didn't know anything about it. So I choose my own country. It's not going to be very long, no longer than 10 chapters, for sure.
Summary: Draco disappeared in the seventh month of Harry's pregnancy. Now Harry's intend to find him, and get some answers. After all, he is his soul mate... HP/DM. By DW.
Disclaimer: I think it's already rather obvious I do not own Harry Potter...
"Hermione, I have to do this!"
Hermione sighed and looked at Harry with pain in her eyes. "Harry, be reasonable. It's been three years since he left. What are the chances you'll find him now?"
Harry looked at her, eyes desperate. "Hermione, I need to find out. I need to find out why he left. For I know he didn't leave on his own accord."
"How do you know?"
And Harry only now told her more about what happened three years ago. "Because he made love to me the night he left. There was desperation, Hermione. You know we were – are – soul mates. I knew what he felt, and how he felt."
Hermione nibbled on her bottom lip. "And what if he left because of Liliath?"
Harry looked her dead in the eye, eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "He loved her as much as I do," he hissed, eyes automatically searching for his three-year-old daughter. "No, he loved her, wanted her. We both did. And I know that he wasn't lying, Hermione. He sang to her when I was asleep, or so he thought. Always caressing my stomach as he did so, knowing she heard him. That was real, Hermione. You can't fake that." His eyes wandered back to Hermione, who was watching Liliath.
"But how could you lived through it? Through the birth of Liliath, I mean. Most die while giving birth when their other half isn't there."
Harry sighed. "I don't know, Hermione. All I knew was that he left me that seventh month, and that he didn't want to leave. I can't feel him at all now, Hermione. It scares me. It's already been three years."
Hermione looked at him, sadness heavy in her eyes. "If you believe that Draco didn't leave you on his own, then I fully support you. I know you still love him. I just want you and Liliath to be happy."
Harry gave her a weak smile, and picked up his teacup, while taking a sip.
Hermione took a good look at him and saw the bone-deep weariness. She knew it was a hard time to be apart from your mate, resulting in the declining of health. And it had been three years. Bags were under Harry's eyes, his eyes looked sunken and his skin was a deathly pale colour. But when he looked at his daughter, when he looked at his Liliath, his eyes got a bit of that lustre and shine back. It reminded Hermione how a twenty-four year old male was supposed to look like.
"I know, Hermione. I know. That's why I want to find him. The very least he can give me are answers." He continued watching Liliath, his beautiful Liliath, the daughter of him and his mate, Draco. How he wanted Draco to be there to be proud of their daughter. She got the best of them both. Draco's white-blond hair, but Harry's messy style. Green eyes peered back at him, with here and there a fleck of grey. And her skin colour was a precise mix of theirs. 'Oh yes,' Harry thought, 'he most certainly would be proud.' He ignored the trembling of his hands, a sign of fatigue. He had been looking for years for Draco, and it finally looked as if he had booked some success. He was hoping that it could lead him to Draco, and ultimately to some answers he needed. And hopefully he would get him back.
Every bit of free time was spent on finding his mate. After all, life without him was nearly meaningless. And he also needed to be with Liliath. "Hermione, if I'm going to find him, will you take care of Liliath?"
"You know I will, Harry," she replied, smiling slightly.
Harry finished drinking his tea, before excusing himself. He was tired, and within a few moments he crawled in his bed, not even bothering to change in his pyjamas.
Hermione watched him go with sad eyes, and vowed to hex Draco if he didn't have a good explanation.
When Harry woke up again, he silently padded over to the living room to see if Hermione was still there with his daughter. She obviously was, and Hugo was with her, which meant that she had picked him up from the Muggle kindergarten nearby. They were both playing together, Hugo acting like a big brother. "Hello, Harry," she called when she saw him.
Harry only smiled, before picking up his daughter. He settled her on his lap when he sat down on the couch, gently bouncing her up and down. She shrieked with laughter, and grabbed her father's large hands to steady herself. Harry looked at her adoringly and dropped a kiss on her head, her hair as fine as silk. "Liliath, dad's going away for a few days. But Aunt Hermione will be here, alright?"
Liliath turned around in his lap, eyes huge and confused. "But daddy will be back soon?"
Harry smiled at her and nodded, kissing her cheek lightly. "Very soon. You won't even notice I was gone at all." He at least hoped so, and he hoped he wouldn't break his promise, even though he probably would be gone for more than a "few days".
After enjoying his time with his daughter, he stood up and got his bag. He took some International Floo Powder, stood in the fireplace, and looked at Hermione. "Take care, Hermione. Will you also tell Ron?"
Hermione nodded, before Harry clearly said, "Amsterdam, The Netherlands."