you people better be happy. i dont think i'll be updating untill after august 3rd, cuz summer school is busier than i thought. anyway, i had most of this done before i started school so i guess you guys get to have an update.
lucky you.
warning: alot of loose ends that i'll have to tie up.
It had been three days since Harry and Lucius had been taken. Three days and Draco was losing his mind. The only thing that managed to keep him sane was work and jam-jam. He buried himself in his paperwork and devoted all his time to jam-jam. He took the boy to work with him, refusing to leave him with a sitter. He taught him how to write his own name, and showed the little boy around his office. Jam-jam wasn't doing too well, however. He was pale, drawn and tired most of the time; but that was because Draco was still waiting for a new prescription from the doctor for jam-jam's medications. Jam-jam barely smiled and always cried himself to sleep. He spent his time coloring all over Draco's important paperwork and sleeping. He didn't have much of an appetite, so he only ate what Draco forced him to.
The authorities weren't making any progress with the case. They had all their best people trying to crack it, as it was a very important one. Two infants and two bearer's lives were at stake and they couldn't lose them. They had searched every file and phone call and security camera, but it was as if the death eaters had disappeared off the face of the earth.
Today, jam-jam and Draco were due to meet with the head detective on the case to answer a few questions. They arrived at about noon and were ushered into separate rooms to be questioned. With a case like this, the authorities needed to exhaust each and every source of information.
"So, sweetheart, what's your name?" a middle aged woman asked jam-jam softly. She spoke softly and smiled at him, trying to make him a bit more comfortable. She was one of the few in her department who poke fluent English, although, she did have a bit of an accent.
"m-my names is Jamison Potter, miss." Jam-jam said quietly, "But everybody calls me jam-jam."
"Would it make you more comfortable if I called you jam-jam?" the woman asked.
Jam-jam only nodded meekly. He didn't like this room. He felt trapped and he wanted Draco.
"Good, would you like to know my name?" the woman was smiling softly and looking at jam-jam gently. Her warm cinnamon eyes were filled with sympathy towards the little boy.
Jam-jam nodded again.
"Okay, my name is Hermione." She said "but you can call me 'Mione."
"Okay, miss 'Mione." Jam-jam said.
Meanwhile, in the room adjacent to jam-jam, Draco was meeting with a man in his late 40s who looked like he needed a shave and a hair cut.
"Alright, Mr. Malfoy, I need to ask you a few questions and then you can leave, alright?" the man said. His gruff timbre carried through the stuffy room, echoing off the walls. His thick accent was almost too hard for Draco to understand.
"Certainly." Draco drawled.
"How do you know the victims?" the man started.
"Lucius is the man who birthed me and Harry is the love of my life. Cygnus is my baby brother and Harry's baby is my son." Draco said. His voice wavered slightly, his eyes connected with the wall, staring blankly as the man asked another question.
"How do you know the criminals involved in the crime?"
"Voldemort has tried to kill me too many times to count. He's been after my father since he was 16. The man is senile, unstable. He's probably hurting my family as we speak, the son of a bitch!" Draco's emotions got the better of him as a lump appeared at his throat and tears spilled down his cheeks. "What does he want? There's nothing to…. Gain…. Shit! I know now! I know where they are!"
"What do you mean?" the man asked, unaffected by Draco's outburst.
"Voldemort is a global threat, so any country would be happy to lock him up. He wouldn't stay in a single place for long. But that's what he wants us to think! He's at the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of London, since that's where he was last arrested. No one even remembers that place!" Draco ranted. "We need to get a squad there a.s.a.p. and get that mother fucker."
"That is interesting. We will get to it immediatement." The man said, slipping into French.
"Merci beaucoup" Draco said, getting up and walking to the door, wanting to get jam-jam in his sights.
"De rien." The man replied.
Draco went to jam-jam's room and scooped the boy up in his arms when he called out for him.
"Are you alright, Jamie-bear?" Draco cooed.
"Yes, 'Mione gaves me cookies and lets me color." Jam-jam said, smiling a bit. This made Draco smile widely and kiss the small boy on the forehead.
"Let's go." Draco said, grabbing his bag from the chair.
"Please, wait!" the president of the force approached the two. He was skinny and tall. His fiery red hair was a thick mop on top of his head. "It is in our best interest if you stay in our witness protection program for a while. With the death eaters and everything going on, we don't think that it's very safe for you to stay at your house. We have a suite for you in the Wallace hotel. Please, for your safety."
"Sure, why not?" Draco said, he had heard of the Wallace hotel. It was supposed to be very nice. Besides, he didn't think that jam-jam could spend another night in the cold bed he, Draco and Harry would share, crying himself to sleep. "When will we be going?"
"The situation is effective immediately."
Draco carried a sleeping jam-jam into the hotel room, balancing his bags and the small boy in his arms. He gently put jam-jam on the bed and threw the bags on the chair carelessly. Draco nodded in appreciation of the room. It was medium sized, with a kitchen and separate bedroom and a nice luxury bathroom. The day had been long. The authorities had given Draco permission to get jam-jam's medicine and to go get any toiletries and necessities from the store. Draco had to be running around the house, getting all his clothes and jam-jam's things into the three bags that were allowed and had to fill out multiple papers. He was tired and jam-jam had fallen asleep in the cop car. The little boy hadn't had any of his medicine since the incident and was pale, tired and weak. Draco had never felt so stressed.
But now, he needed to be strong. There was a little boy who needed him and the rest of his family needed him to lay low. Although, Severus was still in the hospital, he had gotten treatment and was responding well. The surgeons had gotten the bullet out and he was resting. Draco went to see him each day.
Jam-jam rolled suddenly and toppled off the bed, landing on his still healing arm.
"ow!" jam-jam cried. Draco rushed over and cradled the crying boy to his chest. Jam-jam stopped crying soon and fell asleep in Draco's arms, with tears still fresh in his cheeks.
"What am I gonna do?" Draco asked sadly. "I need you Lucius. I need you here. You too Harry, god! I need you here!"
Meanwhile, in the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of London, Harry and Lucius were trying to stay alive. Harry had given birth and lost too much blood. Lucius hadn't slept since they woke up in the room. The room had no windows, one door and one bed, which the two bearers had to share. Harry was too weak to walk anywhere so Lucius became his helper, so to speak. He would help Harry to the toilet and back to bed and he would help Harry breastfeed. Harry knew nothing of the way to breastfeed and the baby boy was a newborn, so Lucius took it upon himself to teach Harry.
The baby boy and Cygnus shared a cot built for two babies. Cygnus was usually playing on the bed while Harry's baby was sleeping in the cot. The two babies were like opposites. Cygnus was larger, and had bleach blonde, wispy hair. While Harry's baby had thick black locks that looked like it shouldn't have been on a baby's head.
Harry still had yet to name his son. He desperately wanted Draco to help him, but he could exactly ask Draco now, could he? He settled for calling the baby, Baby. He and Lucius had faith that the authorities would find them soon and they would be back with their family and all would be well. But of course, Harry often cried hysterically because of his separation issues. He couldn't stand being away from Draco, much less jam-jam. He would see his baby and immediately remember when jam-jam was a baby and then a vicious cycle would make itself present.
Suddenly, the door opened. In walked a large man with smile on his face. In his arms he held another baby. He smiled and carried himself awkwardly and held his baby wrong.
"Could you please help me?" he asked, desperation shining in his warm brown eyes. His accent was very foreign and exotic. His dark skin and dreadlocks and his speech suggested that he was from the carribbean. "I ran out of formula this morning, so I don't have anything to feed my baby girl, I was wondering if you could spare some, if it isn't too much trouble."
"We would, but we breast feed, if you'd like to leave her here for a little while, I could feed her." Lucius offered. He held out his hands for the small girl. The man immediately thanked him and set the baby in his arms. She opened her small brown eyes and stared up at Lucius and smiled slightly. "How old is she?"
Lucius's question was lost in the tsunami of thank you's and I'll be back soon's, as the man shook both his and Harry's hands. He then left before any of the patrol came and saw him out of his room.
"He didn't tell us her name." Harry cooed. He smiled at the little girl as he stroked her fine brown hair. She suckled hungrily at Lucius's chest as he fed her. "She should be a Maya. She looks like a Maya."
"I agree. Isn't that right, Maya?" Lucius cooed at the baby. She wasn't as small as Baby, but she wasn't as big as Cygnus, who had busied himself with sucking on Harry's shirt sleeve, as he sat on Harry's lap.
Then, without warning, the door came crashing down, waking Baby and scaring Maya and Cygnus. Armed men flooded into the room, followed by a red headed man.
"Hello, we're here to take you back to Paris to be reunited with your family. Please, come." The man said in his thick French accent.
"But, we have to give Maya back to her father and Harry cant walk yet." Lucius said.
"Merde." The man cursed. "We will send for an ambulance bed. Garçons, vite, vite!" and then everything was a blur
Harry hadn't felt so happy and relieved in a while. He was snuggling jam-jam to his chest while Draco ran his fingers through his hair. The baby was sleeping in the hospital cot beside him and he was relaxed. The reunion was tearful and happy. Jam-jam screamed and ran directly to Harry, jumping on the bed and turning into a mess of tears, causing Harry to cry as well.
Draco hadn't had peace of mind like this since he was 12. He was so relaxed and calm to have Harry and Lucius back. Maya still hadn't been returned to her father, the man was having emergency open heart surgery and Lucius had volunteered to take care of her. Severus was permitted to visit both Harry and Lucius as long as a nurse accompanied him.
Draco reached over and took a fussing Baby into his arms gently. He smiled down at the tiny boy and gave him an Eskimo kiss.
"We still haven't named him, you know." Draco said softly. "He should be named after a constellation. Like Sirius or Pyxis."
"Pyxis?" Harry asked. He had never heard that name.
"Yes. Pyxis Leo potter-Malfoy." Draco said, staring down at the baby boy. He had already stolen his heart. Draco felt so happy and excited because now, he had a complete family. 2 sons and the love of his life.
"Ba-ba? I'm hungry." Jam-jam said, sitting up. "Do you thinks that they sells sweet and sours chickens here?"
Harry and Draco laughed at jam-jam's predictability. That boy was addicted to sweet and sour chicken.
Later on that night, Draco and Harry kissed and snuggled before they fell into a peaceful sleep, full of happy dreams.
well? tell me how it was.
i really worked hard on this.