A/N - Firstly this is the second chapter in a row I posted today, read Fawkes before you read this one, not that I'm telling you how to live your life. Secondly I am still having to update these chapters the few chances I have when I visit home.

Warning - Look at the first line and you'll get the picture.

Disclaimer - The themes and most characters belong to my queen, JK Rowling, author of the true Harry Potter books.

Harry held Draco's hips with all his might, his laboured breathing hitting the back of his neck.

The blonde was in no way a quiet lover. Arching his back he swore and moaned, clinging to the edge of the mattress until his knuckled turned white. Harry reached around and not making the same mistake of the previous night he grasped Draco's rock hard cock and moved his hand along it repetitively, whilst he pumped into the hole made slick with Dittany oil.

Harry couldn't stay quiet either as he hastened his thrusts. It felt so amazing he could see himself becoming addicted. Morning shone through the unclosed drapes around Draco's curtains. They'd barely slept four hours before each waking up hard and wanting to go again.

Harry bit into Draco's shoulder as he became sure he wouldn't be able to go for much longer.

He was proven right when he couldn't keep in a shout of pleasure. Draco came first, his semen splashing Harry's moving hand. Harry soon followed with one last thrust inside him. They lay still, panting. Harry pulled Draco toward him and held him as tight as possible.

"Cuddling?" Draco laughed with an exhausted voice. Harry let him fall onto his back and held himself over him, grinning.

"I could do this all day." He smiled.

"It is Saturday." Draco replied, linking his arms behind Harry's neck. "No classes."

Harry dropped his head down and kissed Draco's mouth lightly. He pulled back.

"Could you go again now?" Draco asked teasingly, lifting his hips to nudge Harry.

Harry kissed him again. "I wish."

There came a knock from Draco's door. Fawkes squawked himself awake and Harry fell off the bed and onto the floor in shock.

Somewhere outside a baby was crying.

"Draco, it's me. I can't find Harry do you know where he is?" Andromeda's voice reached them. Both young men looked at each other in terror.

Harry was thankful Andromeda had given them time to wash and get dressed. Still, as Harry sat and fed Teddy his bottle he was sure Andromeda had used a flawless legilimency and could see everything inside his head.

She would occasionally look over Draco's bowed head at his desk just to reinforce the feeling.

They were speaking legal jargon. Harry didn't care for it. He would never stop Draco trying to help his parents but if it were up to Harry he'd throw Lucius' cell key into a pit of inferi.

"You can take him outside for a walk you know?" Andromeda said to Harry.

"He can stay if he wants." Draco murmured quietly, rifling through the papers.

"So it is true. You two are…together. And that's what you were up to when I found you."

Harry reddened.

Andromeda burst into hysterical cackles.

"Well you have made your bed boys, so to speak. Good luck! Whoa and I thought it was a difficult decision running off from my family to be with Ted! My goodness and my poor son in law thought he had a hard time marrying my Nymphadora. You two top all of that!"

Draco cleared his throat but wouldn't look up from the papers.

Teddy opened his eyes that had begun drifting shut and smiled. Harry sighed.

"Well, Harry, I hope you plan on making an honest man of my nephew."

"Oh I do." Harry whispered, mostly to Teddy. Unfortunately the whisper reverberated throughout the room causing someone, either Andromeda or Draco to drop an inkwell.

Harry looked up grinning albeit embarrassed.

"Just because you don't have a grand Slytherin plan doesn't mean I don't have one."

Both gaped at him, looking remarkably pale, even for Black descendents.

"It's easy for you two to look at me like that, you both have a family, not me. I want one, one day."

Draco made a noise like a whispered "oh."

Harry ignored them both and raised Teddy above his head, causing him to laugh in the way only babies can.

"Not to worry, Teddy's my family for now. Aren't you Teddy?"

The baby gurgled in reply.

"Oh it's good you said that."

Harry looked up.

"I need you to look after him in a week coming up. Possibly the first of the Christmas break."

"Of course."

"Are you going to ask what for?"

"Don't need a reason." Harry replied with a smile. He saw Draco smile absently beside Andromeda, when he caught Harry looking he quickly stopped.

"Do you think McGonagall will let me keep him here?"

"Won't you take him to Grimmauld?"

"Harry is giving Grimmauld away…" Draco informed, testing the words as he spoke them. Andromeda's eyebrows rose.

"May I ask who should be so lucky."

"The house elf." Draco blurted, a smile threatening to take over his face.

"What!" Andromeda roared. Teddy's smile vanished.

"Shh." Harry reprimanded her. He put Teddy on his knee and bounced him, smiling at him until he smiled back. He stood and put the baby on his hip.

"I am taking him for that walk. You two should keep working. I'll come back later Draco and you can tell me about those potions."

He left the offices.

Harry walked with Teddy through the halls of Hogwarts, left mostly to First and Second years, unable to be in Hogwarts.

"Harry, my boy." Harry stepped backward and stuck his head into the room where the call came from.

Grossly sat at the desk where professors Lupin, Umbridge, Snape, Quirrel, Crouch impersonating as Moody and Lockhart had sat before him. He was the first Defense professor in many years not to be under Voldemort's most petty curse.

Perched on top his curse-free desk, Nightingale sat, swinging her legs. Harry grinned upon seeing her.

"Nightingale, thanks for that advice the other day it turns out I wont be needing that flyer." He winked, entering with Teddy.

Nightingale opened her mouth in a dramatic smile but stopped when Grossly peered at her quizzically.

"Harry, have you heard of my father Milton Grossly?"

Harry shook his head. His action made grossly laugh, which made Teddy laugh too.

"He was the headmaster of the Salem witch academy for quite some time and a very well known man. Voted witch weekly's best smile more times than Lockhart, though I do suspect most the votes came from my other father."

"You have two fathers?" Harry asked.

Grossly became sorrowful. "Sadly my other father, Rodney died during the war, the first one, not the second."

"I'm sorry."

"No, let me apologize for getting off topic. What I was trying to say is…my father's quite a celebrity and getting on in age and so he's moving to Britain, he claims, it's to be closer to my sister and I. Anyway being the socialite he is he's planning to throw a huge soirée when he arrives next weekend. I truly want him to feel at home so when he asked I invite the best known people from around here…well I wouldn't be a very good son if I didn't ask you, would I?"

Harry barely had the restraint to bark "no."

Then he remembered his words to Draco on their first date. That he'd do what he could to help his public image.

"Who else is coming?" Harry asked.

"The press I think. Not the Prophet though, definitely not. I think Lumos or this Quibbler your friend runs."

"So you're inviting Luna?" Harry asked.

"And Longbottom and the Weasley's. They're very well known and father's looking forward to meeting them. Some Quidditch players will be there, Viktor Krum hasn't RSVP'd yet but I believe Gwenog Jones has. I believe you'll be surrounded by friends."

"Aurors?" Harry asked.

"Kingsley himself has promised to grace us with his presence. He was a comrade and close friend to my late father Rodney; the best man at my parent's wedding in fact. He'll have his own escort as well as seventeen trained Aurors on the guest list."

"And…I can bring a plus one?" Harry asked.

Grossly looked at Teddy who was reaching for Nightingale. "He's a bit young. This event really isn't for children."

"I meant Draco." Harry laughed.

For a moment Grossly's face showed no expression, then it broke into a grin, "Of course. Now I understand all those questions about security."

Harry nodded.

"MA business is getting quite nasty. A group of them tried to break into Azkaban last night."

Harry's heart skipped a beat.

"Was anyone killed?"

"Not that we know of." Nightingale replied. "I read about it in Lumos. Did you get your copy this morning?"

"I haven't been to breakfast…or my quarters." Harry told her.

"Oh, right, you didn't need the flyer…my copy's on my desk if you go by my office."

Harry smiled at her.

"Oh and Harry, I wanted to ask who those people were at the Broomsticks the night you professed your love."

"Which two?" Harry laughed.

"The tall blonde woman with the fancy dress sense and her short friend who works at St Mungo's. I'm afraid I drank too much oak mead before I asked their names."

"Rhys Thorn and Isobel McGonagall." Harry informed with a grin. "They will make the party very interesting, believe me."

"Milton Grossly's party's are always interesting. But I'll invite them nonetheless, extending them each a plus one for fairness of course."

Harry smiled, of course.

"Pew." Nightingale said, leaning back and pinching her nose. "Your baby's pooped."

Harry looked down at Teddy who looked back up innocently. He did stink. Harry rolled his eyes. He had no idea how to change a nappy; he'd have to take him back to Andromeda.

"Thank you for the invitation. Consider Draco and my RSVPs sent. I've got to go."

They waved cheerfully as Harry tucked the stinky infant under his arm and marched out of the office.

Remembering roughly where McGonagall's office used to be he swung by there first, grabbing the dog-eared copy of Lumos before he cut back through the teacher's lounge for the quickest route back to the dungeons.

"This child has soiled himself." He spoke airily, putting on an impression of Draco. Teddy cackled.

"Change him then." Andromeda sighed.

"How?" harry asked, holding Teddy out at arm's length.

"Conjure a mat, cast Levicorpus at him so he'sover the mat, take off the diaper, Scourgify it, tergeo all the muck and wet off his bottom and bits then put it back on."

Harry smiled at Andromeda. He didn't understand the fuss about babies, it sounded too easy.

Draco would not stop laughing. Actual tears ran down his face, even after Harry returned from changing his robes and washing his face (both the magic and old fashioned way). He had found Fawkes up and hopping around and so had brought the hyper little phoenix with him, a mistake as Teddy had fallen asleep. They had somehow cleaned the baby in his absence and the tiny poop machine snoozed pleasantly in Draco's arms, drooling onto the sleeve of his robes.

"We're going to a party next weekend."

"Draco couldn't stop laughing to answer.

"You can call it date two." Harry growled. Draco caught some of his breath and wiped his tears off on his shoulder.

"Sounds good."

"I'll send you a patronus to you with the details then?"

Draco nodded, still smiling.

It seemed teddy could sleep through anything. Andromeda had cleaned all the piles of papers up and scrolled away all the parchments. She stood by, patiently and confused.

"I'll go home by Floo." She said, lifting the baby away from Draco. "Would you like me to leave all of these?"

Draco nodded and Andromeda moved over to the fireplace. Harry crossed his arms.

"So tell me about these potions."

"Oh, right." Draco shrugged. "I found a similar formula on some ancient blood runes, in the mines, I was able to decipher them. One of the love potions lead me to an ancient text, there's only one in existence, which happened to belong to Eileen Snape. I'm guessing Severus owned some notes from potions inside it, which is how the Weasley's got a hold of the recipe. If we talk to George and find out how he got them we may be able to also guess who else had access to them."

"Who owns the text now?"

"Maligna does, that's how I'm familiar with it."

"Snape didn't show you any of the notes himself?"

"No, he wrote everything in a charmed ink that only revealed itself to him. He showed me what was necessary during my training but never more"

"So it's more likely, whoever is making this insane potion got it straight from the book than some notes that might not exist?"

"Only if they could gain access to the Winesap estate…"

"They'd also need access to these incredibly rare and illegal ingredients, and be able to walk around the school freely, looking like a student?"

"Yes. I think who ever it is has to be someone extremely powerful, able to hoodwink the spells that detect imposters in Hogwarts."

"Spells placed by the school founders and Dumbledore?"

"Yes."

"Draco, I think we're looking for a student."

"No, not even a seventh year could…"

"You said Maligna had nieces, would they have access to her library?"

"Maligna lives with her sisters, of course they…you're not implying…"

"The Frost girls are all prodigies at potion making, it's possible one's even greater than we know. I wouldn't be surprised if their mothers store rare and illegal ingredients and we know they have access to the book all summer."

Draco continued looking shocked.

"We could still fire-call George if you think that's the best lead…"

Draco shook his head. "No need, I think you're onto something."

Harry held a finger to his head. "Born to be an Auror." He announced with a smile.

Draco opened his mouth and shut it again, probably intending to say something along the lines of. "I thought you were born to kill Voldemort."

Instead he said. "Come on."

"Where?"

"To the Third Year dormitories. We need to search through Larissa Frost's things."

"No, we can't do that!"

"I'm not accusing the family of my mentor, the most prestigious in the potions world, without evidence!"

"You're not searching through her room either."

Draco smiled. "She's in Slytherin, Harry, my house. Her younger sister Wilma is Slytherclaw, which is also mine. You'll have to search Lucy's though because she's Moonfrog and then Signe and Iris are both Grifferen…I think."

"That's my house too." Harry said, and then wished he hadn't.

"Don't worry, we'll go to Larissa's room first, she's the oldest and most likely to be behind this."

"Draco, wait."

"Accio." Harry called. He held out his wand and concentrated. Before long, what appeared to be a blank, folded, parchment reached him. Harry grabbed it and held his wand tip against it.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

Draco cocked an eyebrow.

"This will show us if the girls are in their rooms, we don't want to startle them or…Draco you best look at this."

Harry found the Third Year dormitories, behind the Third floor library. And he could tell which room was Larissa's for inside it a group of Frosts were crowded.

"I think we can bring McGonagall for good measure."

Harry had seen Fleur Weasley's face distorted similarly, when under the lake she had placed an air bubble over her mouth for the Triwizard Tournament. It was strange seeing the method again on five of the guiltiest young girls he'd ever seen.

Draco, McGonagall and himself had the presence of mind to place barrier charms around themselves.

In the center of the room a cauldron no larger than half a shoe boiled sporadically.

"Your mothers have been summoned!" McGonagall snapped. "But I'm sure we'll be at the bottom of what's going on here, well before their arrival."

The young witches nodded.

The youngest Frosts were the first to crack, the twins Signe and Iris told them that they were trying to get Professor Potter sent back to Mungo's for punishing Lucy. Harry didn't know which one but it had definitely been one of them that had delivered the potion to him in the greenhouse to begin with. None of them knew what the potion had been, only that it would make him act crazy, at least enough so that he would no longer be head of Moonfrog house and Lucy wouldn't have to clean the school down with Filch any more.

Despite their confessions Lucy and Larissa remained adamantly tight lipped.

"We have enough evidence here to support this story. This is your last chance to speak." McGonagall told the girls.

Still they did not answer. Together McGonagall and Draco stabilized the potion and stored it. Then they escorted the girls to McGonagall's office. Not five minutes passed before the flames in McGonagall's fireplace glowed green. The tall and scrawny figure of Maligna emerged first, followed by her two younger sisters. Each donned blonde hair of varying shades and similar stern expressions. The youngest, the stout Lova Frost had waist-length strawberry blond hair and large spectacles. Harry guessed she was mother to Signe, Iris and Lucy by the way they cowered from her five-foot form. Evangeline Frost was as scrawny as her elder sister, Maligna and almost as tall. She rounded on Larissa and Wilma. She shouted at them in a language Harry didn't recognize.

"Are they expelled?" She asked McGonagall, her face conveying nothing but apology.

"That is up to these two professors. Your girls reside in their houses. Which is why, I believe, Harry became the target for these dangerous potions."

"Forget expulsion!" Lova growled. "I want to know when they'll be sent to Azkaban. Never have I encountered such reckless stupidity! Such callous, selfish, despicable behavior!" Wilma and Lucy began crying.

"Aurors at the ministry have been informed, only because Mr. Malfoy and Potter each have come under threat for their lives before from organizations of power. They will question your girls but as long as they didn't do this under orders from Death Eaters or the MA I'm sure they'll be let off with a warning."

Lova and Evangeline began another harsh torrent of reprimand toward the girls.

"As head of my house I'll be letting Wilma off with a warning. She's a first year and her potion skills leave a lot to be desired. I doubt she perpetrated this offense or knew what she was actually doing."

Harry looked at the small frizzy-haired girl, sobbing as the clutched Lucy's hand. She was one he had caught at the Quidditch pitch the evening Lucy had fallen from the stolen broom. That had started this whole mess.

"As for Larissa. She is a prodigy and would have been an asset to this school. Unfortunately in light of the dangerous times that have just passed her involvement in this reckless prank is unforgivable and she wont be welcome back here."

Maligna smiled.

"My eldest daughter Moa was expelled for similar psychopathic behavior from Beuxbatons. She excelled under the tutelage of home schooling. I will be happy to take Larissa in now too."

"No!" Larissa screamed, the first word since Harry and Draco found her. "No! Cousin Moa was miserable! Aunt Maligna is pure evil. Mummy, you can't make me!"

Evangeline laughed cruelly. "Get in the fire Larissa and go home!" She snapped. "It seems the Estate is looking forward to a call from Aurors."

Lova turned to Draco. "I suppose this means Signe and Iris are expelled too?"

"Your daughters aren't my concern." Draco informed her, turning to Harry. Harry gulped.

"You understand?" He asked the mother. "I spent eighteen years with my life under threat from those who wanted to kill me and within weeks of your daughter's potion stunt this new mudblood army organization almost killed professor Malfoy. Signe and Iris can't stay at this school."

"And Lucy?"

Harry sighed.

"Professor Malfoy gave Wilma a second chance. However, I've already given Lucy a chance after she stole a broom and almost broke her neck flying it."

Harry could tell the tears falling from Lucy's eyes weren't false for once.

"But in my time at school here, Lucy, I broke rules every year and given more chances than was fair. I suppose now it's my time to return the favor and give you one final chance. No more warnings. You and Wilma can stay and both of you can spend the rest of the school year grounds keeping with Filch."

"Thank you." Lucy squeaked.

"Are you willing to take in the twins?" Lova asked Maligna.

"It will be a regular homeschool. Just like the good old days with the three of us."

The three sisters and masters of potions cackled as their sobbing daughters were pointed to the green fire and sent home.

The two first years, Wilma and Lucy were sent back to their dormitories.

McGonagall sighed and rubbed her temples.

"At least we know it wasn't the MA. We can still assume the school's safe from them."

"No we don't. Not until the Aurors interrogate the girls." Draco said darkly.

Harry sat down.

"The oldest is thirteen. They're from a pureblood Swedish family. No way are they affiliated with muggle-born extremists from Britain."

Draco and Harry sighed. They saw the sense in McGonagall's words.

Harry looked at Draco. He stood defiantly but Harry could see a slight tremor to him.

He knew the thought of the Mudblood Army caused it. The thought that somehow those out to kill him were inside the school. Harry knew that feeling. That everybody or anybody could want his death. It stirred fury inside of him.

"Headmistress, have I permission to leave tomorrow, for the day?"

"Where do you wish to go?"

"I wish to visit Ron."

"Take Hermione with you then. She studies too hard on top of her ministry work and I'm obligated to have someone keep an eye on you."

"Thanks." Harry told her.

"You both may go."

Harry and Draco left the office. Harry kept his stare fixated on Draco's stiff and agitated posture.

"Why?" Draco asked quietly when they were far enough away.

"Ron's an Auror." Harry replied simply. "An Auror investigating the attack on you."

Draco glared and looked like he would burst with anger.

"Just listen to me Draco. Their attack on you was just the beginning. When I was in Mungo's…never mind, but these people are dangerous. Last night they tried to breech Azkaban and just now in the office I saw how shaken you got at the thought of them."

"So? You think you can take them on like you did Voldemort? Get real Harry there's no prophesy for you this time."

"I can't stay here forever, when I do leave I'll be going to the Auror department to hunt them down anyway."

"Then why go and see Ron and not Kingsley?"

"Because I'm not an Auror, not yet. I'm a mentally damaged wizard unable to live independently of a guardian."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I have no rules. I can use whatever means necessary to find these sick bastards and when I do find them I don't have to give them the courtesy of a trial."

Draco gaped. And then his eyes narrowed.

"What did you see in Mungo's?" He asked.

"Trust me, you don't want to know."

"This was August, wasn't it?"

Harry nodded.

"Dolohov, Yaxley and the Carrows died in August, right after my trial."

Harry nodded again and Draco gulped.

"So it was bad enough for you to discard your golden boy honor to kill whoever did it?"

For a third time Harry nodded.

"You didn't even want to kill Voldemort."

"Maybe if I had I would have stopped him sooner and saved more lives. At least when he massacred the muggles it was quick. Bringing down a bridge and setting Giants on towns…that was kindness compared to this. Voldemort wanted an extermination, not the MA, they want revenge."

"You said they attacked Azkaban?"

"Your father's fine, they killed no body. I'll have to read the article properly but it looks like they were repelled by the Auror's spells."

"Okay." Draco breathed.

"No more. I can't take any more of this, Draco. People thinking they can just use their magic to kill those they disagree with. Well if that's the way they want to play…"

Draco grabbed onto Harry's shoulders tightly. He squeezed.

"You are not a killer! Don't even think about becoming one, these people aren't worth it. Let the Aurors deal with it."

"Maybe I will." Harry said, lifting his chin. "Still, I'm going to see Ron tomorrow."

"Don't be a fool!"

"I have to try and find where they are."

"And what will stop you from killing them once you know?"

"For the life of me I don't know."

Harry caught Draco in the deepest kiss he could manage, not caring that anyone could walk by them at any moment.

He pulled away and caught his breath.

"I meant it when I said I wanted my own family. When they threaten your life they threaten me and they threaten our future, Draco. Don't ask me to ignore that. Tomorrow I'm going to see Ron to find out what I can. If I can I'm going to find them and kill them."

"No!"

"We have no choice. They did this. It's us or them."

Draco remained quiet for a moment. When it became obvious he had no answer he kissed Harry again.