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Trade Mistakes: Chapter 12

Harry stood with his hands on his hips in a room on the second floor of Grimland Place. The room was close to his bedroom and had a wonderful view of the courtyard. Remus entered behind him, a book and his wand in hand.

"This the room you want?" Remus asked, handing the book off to Harry. Harry nodded and looked down at the title: Nursery Designs.

"It's close enough that I'll be able to get to her fast if she starts crying at night. Or if I just miss her. That, end since Draco won't be able to get around well when he finally comes home it'll be a straight shot from our room." Remus bit his lip but nodded, transfiguring a nail into a rocking chair for Harry to sink into.

Harry flipped through the pages of the book until he found the page he wanted. He held the book out to Remus who had sat down on the floor next to him.

"I ordered all this furniture in white," he explained, pointing at a white crib, dresser, changing table, and bookcase. "I also ordered this chair-" he pointed at a rocking chair with a cushy cover. "They said it would be here tomorrow or the next day so we need to get the room situated before it comes. I want to have the walls be purple. Like a lilac color, you know? With this little squiggly white border."

"Okay, I can do that," Remus said quietly, reading the description on the page to get the spell. He stood and waved his wand in a clockwise motion, jabbing out at the last moment. He whispered the spell under his breath and the walls slowly turned the color Harry had asked. Remus turned back to the pregnant teen who pondered the color for a moment before nodding. Remus continued on and added the white border.

"Um, Remy?" Harry asked quietly, not meeting the man's eyes.

"Yeah, pup?" Remus asked, sitting down again.

"I don't know how easy it would be…" Harry began, shifting uncomfortably when the baby kicked him. He swallowed thickly, pulling a picture out of the back of the book. "I want this…Dean drew me this. It's Hogwarts grounds and it's got you as a werewolf-but a friendly looking one! And Dad and Siri in their animagus form. And that's me and Draco at the Quidditch pitch flying, and Hert'llbe easy mione and Ron by the lake. It's…it's a great picture and I really want to put it on one of the walls as a mural…"

"I think she'll love it, Harry," Remus said, squeezing Harry's arm. He took the picture, smiling at the drawling. "I think I can get this up there pretty easy. How 'bout this; I'll finish in here and you go down and start supper. I won't even complain if you make lasagna again."

Harry laughed but nodded, giving his pseudo-godfather thankful grin. Remus looked at the picture again and sighed. It was moments like this that he missed Sirius the most. The two had dated throughout their time in Hogwarts, clear up until Sirius was arrested. Remus fought for him, of course. There was no way that Sirius could kill James and Lily. When Sirius escaped from Azkaban and was on the run, Remus constantly wrote to him. The pair had gotten back together shortly before Sirius was killed.

Everyone knew that Harry took Sirius' death hard, but no one seemed to notice how hard Remus took it. He locked himself away for days and refused to talk to anyone. He didn't take his Wolfsbane potion for the first few full moons because that was the only thing he could feel. It was Severus who sat him down and put him straight.

"Potter needs you, you idiot!" He had sneered. "He needs you just as much as you need him. SO pull your head out of your ass and help him!"

Remus had been surprised when he learned about Harry and Draco's relationship. He was slightly disappointed, but when he saw the smile on Harry's face he had to feel happy for them. Harry hadn't smiled like that in so long and it seemed like Draco truly made him happy. Draco and Harry reminded him so much of Sirius when they were younger and he was glad.

Clearing his throat, Remus said the spell that transferred the picture from the paper Harry had given him to the wall. He bit his lip, adding a finishing touch that allowed the mural to move like a wizarding picture. The seasons would even change. With a satisfied grin, Remus turned off the lights and left to find Harry.

"Healer Jones has told me you've had trouble sleeping, Draco," Professor Dumbledore asked, sliding into a chair next to Draco's bed. Professor Snape stood next to the door with his arms crossed. Draco shifted slightly, wincing when his knee twinged at the movement. He let his head fall back onto his pillow and shut his good eye.

"Every time I close my eyes…" He began, swallowing thickly. "Every time I close my eyes I see it all again. Everything he did to me. But this time no one comes to save me…I die down there in that cell with the rats eating me. I can feel my throat closing and I can't breathe and I wake up drenched in sweat. And it's like I'm always in pain. No matter how much they give me I can still feel it. It's engraved in my brain."

Albus nodded, meeting Snape's eyes. The professor sighed but nodded, moving next to his godson's bed.

"We're going to use a method of mind healing to try to help you, Draco. It's sort of like a pensieve but the memory's will remain in your head. We're just going to help you hide them a bit so they aren't at the front of your mind when you go to sleep." Draco bit his lip but nodded his head. "Just close your eyes and let your shields down. We'll be gentle."

Draco took a shaky breath but nodded, closing his eyes. He gripped his blankets tight.

"Aperio," Snape whispered. Albus whispered the same word shortly after. Draco whimpered slightly as he felt something poking in his mind.

The memories came by slow and not completely whole. Draco could catch glimpses of what his father had done to him. Flashes of his childhood, of the days at Hogwarts could be seen, too. If he focuses enough he could hear Dumbledore and Snape talking quietly about where to put certain memories and what was important to be left out. Memories of Draco and Harry appeared in front of his eyes and Draco calmed slightly. Although the bad memories didn't stick around long, he was left crying and out of breath when Dumbledore finally pulled out of his head. Snape stuck around a bit longer, perfecting his work.

"You did so well, Draco," Dumbledore whispered as Draco's chest heaved.

"Thank…Thank you, sir," Draco whispered, biting his lip.

"Healer Jones says you have been healing well considering all that was wrong, Draco. However there are some injuries that need a little extra work. Some of the constant pain you have been feeling is due to remains of the salt water curse your father had set on your blood." Draco shivered, remembering how painful that had been. "The pain remaining in the lacerations is due to infection. Considering the horrible living conditions you had for months and the rats that wanted to make you into a meal, the cuts couldn't remain clean.

"The other injury that she is concerned about is your knee." Draco took in a gasp of air. "Most of the cartilage, muscles and ligaments have been damaged beyond repair. Because the bone had been broken so many times, it can't be put back together exactly as it should."

"So what's going to happen?" Draco asked.

"The Healers are going to put you through several procedures over the next few weeks. One will be similar to a muggle blood transfusion, which will get the remaining salt out of your veins. One will be a deep cleaning of all your wounds to get the remainder of the infections out."

Dumbledore paused, running a hand over his beard. Snape started pacing, not looking at his godson.

"And…and my knee?" Draco finally asked, not being able to take the suspense.

"That's a bit more difficult, I'm sorry to say. The Healers are going to try to repair some of the cartilage that has been damaged at the joint. They'll also try to add some more. They'll mend the muscles as much as they can. As of right now you're lucky because there is no infection in your leg. But if worse comes to worse, Draco…" Dumbledore trailed off, peering at Snape.

"Worse comes to worse? What happens when worse comes to worse?" Draco said, his voice slightly high pitched. Snape sighed, finally sinking down in a chair. Dumbledore opened his mouth but immediately shut it.

"If worse comes to worse, Draco," Snape said quietly. "If the damage is too much for them to repair, you may lose your leg." Draco's eye opened wide, his breath coming in gasps. "It must be really bad for that to happen though, Draco. If there's an unseen infection or if all of the muscles are beyond repair. I'm sure it won't come to that. Just think positive."

Draco ran a tired hand over his face, wincing when his fingers ran over the gauze wrapped around his head. How was he supposed to take care of child I he lost his leg? Would he have a peg like Moody?

"You will get through this, Draco," Dumbledore whispered, laying a hand on Draco's arm. "Any other man would have gone mad after everything you went through and here you are, still fighting. We will get you through this, my boy. Severus and I, Harry and your child, even Remus and Harry's friends will help you. Just don't give up." Draco nodded, closing his eyes in a sign that he didn't want to talk anymore.

"I'm here if you need me, Draco," Snape whispered as the teachers left the room. Draco sniffled but didn't answer.

Draco smiled as Harry waddled into his room, a hand on his aching back. Harry stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend as he transfigured the plain chair into a plush recliner.

"How are you feeling?" The two boys asked at the same time and Harry laughed.

"I'm fine, Draco. Your daughter keeps kicking me and making me have to pee every five seconds and my back is a bit sore from carrying her, but I am fine other than that. How are you?" Draco shifted, biting his lip.

"They…um they are going to start doing some other treatments to…to help with the left over pains and stuff that's not healing. I'm just…just a little worried, I guess." Harry gave Draco a small smile as he lowered himself carefully into his chair.

"I'm sure you'll be fine. The Healers here are awesome and they all fear Snape so there's no way they would screw up. And hopefully you'll be able to come home to me sooner." Draco gave him a grimace of a smile.

"My leg…"Draco trailed off, his eye filling with tears.

"Hey, it's okay. You're going to be okay. So what if you're going to be different now? So what if you don't swagger around? I like it better when you don't." Draco snorted.

"I'm never going to be able to keep up with this kid."

"Yeah, well I'll always help with that. And as long as Remus doesn't hold me hostage, I'll be there when you wake up from all these treatments. It'll be okay."

The two boys stared at each other lovingly, smiling slightly. Harry took comfort in listening to the way Draco wheezed slightly as he breathed. Draco took in Harry's green eyes, falling more in love with the way the father of his child seemed to glow. Finally Harry looked away slightly, pulling out a few books.

"Remus…Remus and I finished the nursery today," Harry said quietly. He flipped open the book to the page they had modeled the room after and moved so Draco could see it. "We also put a mural on the one wall." He pulled Dean's picture out and showed Draco. The blonde smiled back sadly. "Remus even got it to move. It's awesome."

"Where did you put the nursery?" Draco asked, clearing his throat a few times, frowning at how hoarse voice still sounded.

"Second floor of Grimland. It's two doors down from my room…Well it'll be our room when you can come home."

"I can't wait," Draco whispered, a grin on his face.

"I also thought…Well since you're probably getting bored just sitting here all the time that maybe we could work on baby names?" The grin on Draco's face grew bigger as he nodded his head. "I thought we could go with a constellation/mythological name. You know, keep the Black family tradition going?"

"I'd like that," Draco said.

"I've kind of looked into it and…I really like the name Cressida." Harry stammered, his cheeks turning red.

"That's pretty. What does it mean?"

"Gold," Harry said, moving to the edge of Draco's bed so he could twirl a spare piece of gold hair in his fingers. Most of Draco's hair had fallen out or was covered and gauze and Harry was glad that he could still get a hold of at least some of the beautiful locks. "I'm hoping she'll take after her daddy and have pretty blonde hair."

Draco snorted, wincing in pain as he did so. "I love it. Cressida is a beautiful name. What about her middle name?"

"I…I was hoping we could use my mum's name for her middle name…." Harry said, looking away.

"Cressida Lily Potter. I like that."

"You don't want her to have the Malfoy last name?" Harry asked, cocking his head to the side. Draco shook his head sadly.

"There are far too many bad deeds attached to the Malfoy name. A beautiful girl should never have that attached to her. I'd rather the Malfoy name died with me." Harry kissed Draco's knuckles and smiled.

"I can live with that. I love you, Draco."

"I love you, too, Harry." He reached out and brushed his fingertips over Harry's large stomach. "And I love you, too, Cressa."

Harry kissed Draco. He hummed a muggle song he had heard Dudley play once until Draco finally fell asleep. Harry furrowed his brow in concern at the pain that was still etched in his pale, too thin face. With a deep sigh he waddled back out of the room, not being able to wait to rest his back on his plush bed.

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