Thank you readers for such nice reviews I decided would try my best to keep writing. Reviews are my biggest inspiration they often make me excited to type more and faster. I love reading them over and over they give me happy bubbles in my tummy...lol. Enjoy and I do not own Harry Potter.
A weeping Teddy sat beside a well, staring down it as he watched his brothers and sister weep all over him when they woke up and found him downstairs on the floor he hadn't meant to hurt them. Another sad person sat beside him weeping as well only she wasn't looking inside the well but at him. His gleamed in her eyes a confusing blend of happiness and grief. She was as beautiful as an angel.
Long slick black hair fell to her waist, she had a small face with a delicate nose that was adorably upturned, she had small eyes that peered at him sadly, her thin small mouth turned down in sorrow. She smiled at him through her tears and he stepped into her arms. As they wrapped around him he looked up into her eyes again and seeing bright pick eyes staring down at him. He blinked curious and squeezed her tighter burying his head into her hip as she was a tall women thin women. He let tears of happiness seep through his tightly shut eyes.
"Mommy," he whispered into her and only cried harder when she squeezed him tighter.
He only let go of her to stare up at the man that touched his shoulder gently. A great, tall buff looking man smiled down at the child. Teddy's mouth dropped open while tears came harder and faster, his hands grabbed for his mother and father pulling them tightly into him. Weeping, sighing, crying, howling, and laughing they stood together reunited with their son, a family if only for that minute.
"When will my wife be released," Harry asked The Minister. Kingley sighed, "That depends, Harry," the large, dark skinned man said settling down into his seat behind his desk. "Depends on what?" Harry said tersely, he hadn't slept in several hours after realizing he wasn't wanted in any way at the hospital Harry decided it would be best if he checked out what exactly was happening to his wife.
"Depends on whether or not you will allow that women near children, her own included." Harry scowled in disgust, "Come off it, Kingsley you know Ginny. You know she would never hurt a child."
Kingsley shock his head slowly staring down into the corner of his desk, "Yes while that may be true it does not, however mean that she can willing ignore and neglect a child in her care. You left children in her care before Teddy and she was discovered to have been drunk, drinking away into the night. Your children haven't even been bathed or properly feed when your charge that you took without the permission of his legal guardian; which is kidnapping and I should have you arrested but that would leave those children without both parents, mind you. We have memories of her neglect going as far back to when the children were but babies. I will not and cannot even if I wanted to, release this woman back into your home when children are involved. She will remain in the Ministry in a cell, she will receive her fee or sentence whichever is decided by the wizarding counsel. You, yourself should lay low after that little stunt you pulled, you can be tried for attempted murder or manslaughter. Teddy would have never gone this far if you hadn't taken him from the home, his legal guardian had placed him for his safety. If I didn't know that the public would be a uproar if I put their precious Harry Potter behind bars you'd be there in a second, but be aware Mr. Potter you are on very thin ice right now."
Kingsley said while Harry stood looking dumbstruck that a friend that once stood so fiercely beside him has now turned his back on him. Harry shut his mouth slowly turning to face the door slightly he turned back around to nod in Kingley's direction, "Fine," was he whispered, before he slowly walked out of the office. Turning to walk toward the investigation room he was going to walk into the room to speak to his wife, but he was stopped by Ron.
"We are all under orders by the Ministry to not allow you to speak or have any communication with the defendant until after she receives her fee or punishment." Harry shook off the hand on his shoulder and shoved him into a wall. Only for Ron to retort back by punching him across the face, a long time along that would have left him knocked out cold, but know with a physic that closely resembled Ron's. His only a bit more bulky, Harry and Ron stood off against one another, the tallest and strongest of the Auror department. Harry sighed again as he shook off the pain and looked up again to see into the face of Ron and the men that once too stood behind him, train their wands on him, an apologetic look in their eye. "Just go home Harry, and take care of my god kids." Harry looked at Ron while he spoke, he had a hard unapologetic, unsympathetic, or non-compassionate look in his eye. It would take Ron and Harry along time to mend their friendship.
Walking into the silent room, Harry approached Draco, wrapping his arms quietly around his waist, pulling the slight blond against him. "What do you want?" Draco asked his sad form still overlooking his great love, Teddy. "I need you," Harry whispered wantonly into his ear, pressing kisses along his neck and slightly biting the small fleshy part of his neck that met his shoulder. He was delighted by the gasp but shocked by the harsh shrug that pushed him away from Draco.
"Don't you dare, Harry not right now. Not in front of Teddy. You wife is in jail right now because of not watching this child properly, for being stone cold drunk and high off her rockers by Pepper up Potions and neglecting her own children. Your own children are scared and frightened with their grandparents when they should be with you. And you dare come here while the child you endangered with that women, asking me for sex. I hate you." Draco whispered the last bit under his breath.
And Harry recoiled by the words as though he shouted them. And Draco never turned to face him but steady watched Teddy's face and the gentle rise and fall of his chest, "I hate the person you've become and evolved into. I hate what I once found so desirable. I am completely disgusted." Harry chuckled his face twisted into a mean mask.
"I'm disgusting, you're the fucking faggot. Draco."
Draco's lips pursued before he turned hard to face Harry, who was shocked by the tears he saw, "Newsflash Harry so are you!"
It was tense silence before Healer Jones who was in charge of Teddy's care entered the room.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave Mr. Potter." The tall, broad shouldered man said. His golden blond hair smoothly combed out of his face. Harry nodded his head still watching Draco he slowly walked out of the room, never did he turn back again to face Draco. Who closed his eyes just as he walked out the door and felt his legs buckle, Healer Jones with his long legs quickly came over to catch the man before he fell.
Draco blinked into the bright light in his face. He groaned as he rose up only to be stopped by a gentle big hand that pressed on his shoulder to make him lie back down.
"Mr. Malfoy. You had fainted, we have as of yet to know the exact cause to it, but we have one lead and I need your complete and utter honestly."
Draco groaned again, "Am I dead?" The Healer chuckled, "No," Draco sighed and looked up at the healer, "What's the question?" The Healer swallowed and looked away his good humor gone by sudden nervousness.
"Are you a homosexual?"
Draco's eyes bulged he shut right up only to groan once more and clutch his head. The Healer shot up and helped him sit upright against a collection of pillows, "Well don't just spring a question, like that on a man." Draco complained.
The healer settled back against the chair, "Well are you?" Draco swallowed again nervously, "I'm sorry, but I can't continue this conversation with you."
The Healer grabbed a hand that lay limp against one of his legs. "I apologize that was very forward of me. My name is Healer Jones I am also in charge of Teddy's care as well. Anything you say will be held in the confidentiality of this room," seeing Draco's hesitation still he said this next, "if you don't tell me the truth you can very well die because we diagnoised you wrongly due to your misguiding information and that child will be left in the hands of the Ministry. And you of all people know how highly they view Deatheaters and Werewolves."
Draco glared at the man for his manipulative actions his lips twisted as he answered the question, "Yes I am a homosexual." He glared down his nose at the man, silently daring him to insult him.
"What does that have to do with anything?" But Draco's snobbiness can to an abrupt stop when the Healer smiled a great big smile and said, "Well then you're pregnant."
Shocked, stunned, and bewildrered Draco fainted again. When Draco came back to consciousness Healer Jones told him that it was only a theory that would be official after three days when the vial of his blood comes back from the labs. Draco just sat stunned trying to digest it all.
Hours later Draco sat unmoving beside Teddy. Staring down at his face, the blond man sighed before wiping the last of his tears from his face. The authorities had left the boy in his custody. They had moved him magically to the spare room in his Flat. Draco turned sharply at the sound of a turning door. Spying a Weasely, he sneered tiredly and turned back to his charge.
"Weasel." Draco said in a short greeting. They were no longer quite as hostile with each other as they had been as children. Now men it was preferred instead that they simply quietly ignore each other. "Ferret," however the name calling had never quite had been abandoned. "How is he?"
Draco cleared his throat the knot in his throat and the tears in his eyes away, "The healers believe that he is in a magical coma and he will only come out when he is ready." The dignified man nibbled at his bottom lip and impatiently wiped aggressively at his eyes.
"They said that, that could take years and not to expect anything immediate. Even after he wakes up he will have to be on constant surivanlience to ensure he is in no way harmful to himself or others. They also hinted that it might be best if his magic be bound until he reaches maturity for his own safety.
"Bloody Hell," Ron cursed settling into the seat beside Draco, "Bloody Hell indeed, Weasely," said a brokenhearted Draco. Ron turned to stare at Draco he licked his lips as he watched a tear fall gracefully down his face and stop slipping between his lips, landing on his pink tongue.
Ron sighed he felt and interesting stir of the need to protect the blond git. Throwing and arm around his shoulders and pulling the petite blond under his chin he let the grown man sob into his chest. As heart racking sobs escaped his chest with a shudder that shook his body and clank his teeth against each other, Ron pulled him tighter against his chest. Ron looked out over his head staring blankly into the space ahead.
His wife had sex with Harry his supposed best friend, his kids would rather cling to each other than look for him to guide them, his sister is being tried for a some number of years or money for neglecting her own children and adoptive son, and a five year old child he viewed as a son was lying in a hospital bed under suicide. His own eyes became glassy with tears, as he fought back the desperate want to punch something.
The irrational want to get anger, to yell, to scream, to vent. But the only thing he could do was sigh gently and let the tears escape gathering into the hair of his once nemisise and childhood bully, as he took comfort and gave comfort back. They held each other in the silent room rocking one another back and forth, while it seemed for these two that their lives had stopped life continued on beyond the room. While the Living Mourned and the dead slept, tears will flow and hearts are broken.
Was that okay, good, crazy, or going to far? Give me your opinions. I would love to hear them. In the next chapter, I will attempt to go into detail even more as to why Ginny is being tried (Child neglect and mental abuse of a child). Ginny is being tried because a child got very hurt under her watch while she was intoxicated; that was unknown to Harry. After veiwing her memories they discovered the hurtful and ignorant comments Ginny threw at Teddy when nobody was around, and her neglect of her own children when every Harry and her ever got into a fight she would rather drown her sorrows into a bottle rather than comfort her children. I'll try and add a flash back with that. As well as to how Draco is pregnant, because it is most definitely not possible for a man to get pregnant no matter how great your imagination is, so I'm going to do some explaining with that when Draco questions his parents. Until next time and don't forget to review.