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When the floo spat him out, Harry appeared in the kitchen of Malfoy Manor. Disoriented and more then a little woozy, the pregnant boy had to reach out for the nearest counter top to steady himself. He was thankfully alone, not even a house elf in sight. This was quite a lucky break as, now that he was here, Harry realized had had absolutely no plan or idea of what to do next. Where should he go? How could he stay undetected? Could he even defend himself from Lucius Malfoy's knowledge of the Dark Arts?
The sound of something and very breakable shocked Harry from his contemplations. The boy was driven to movement as the sounds of destruction increased. Following the noise, he was led into what must've been the parlor. The scene that met his eyes was enough to make all the colour drain from his face. Before he had a chance to rush forward though, shuffling behind him made the boy whirl.
"Harry, wait! It's just us!" Hermione squeaked as both she and Ron quickly put their hands up in a sign of non-violence.
"What are you two doing here," Harry hissed.
"You can't do this. Lucius Malfoy will KILL you if he sees you right now. Just look at him!"
Hermione certainly wasn't wrong. Lucius' white-pale hair was all about his crimson visage, having escaped his ponytail. The man brandished his wand as if to strike Draco across the face, never mind an Unforgivable.
Draco was the stark opposite of his screaming father. No colour in his face, he simply stood there and swayed. Harry could tell that his lover was about to snap however, the tenseness in his jaw and gleaming eyes bespoke of the difficulty he was having in attempting to reign in his flaring temper.
"How dare you risk this family just so you can experience a bloody Gryffindor FLING! Do you want to die?! Do you have a burning desire to have your mother, myself, and anyone you've ever cared about tortured and killed? What is the matter with you?!" Draco's father continued screaming.
"Harry. Is. Not. A. Fling." Draco bit out.
"I beg your pardon?' Lucius shrieked.
"He isn't just some random fuck, father. I love him."
"Love." Lucius spat. "You're a child. You don't have the foggiest notion of what love is!"
Harry saw it, just then, his lover snapped. Draco's shoulder's tensed yet further and his chin rose definitely. The boy took a deep breath and then locked dancing grey eyes with his father.
"I know that he's having my child."
Narcissa gasped, hand to her forehead, visibly struggling to maintain her fragile hold on consciousness. And now it was Lucius' turn to mimic a newly deceased specter. In fact, the older Malfoy looked whiter than his hair, if such a thing was possible.
"I beg your pardon?" Lucius intoned again, his voice was devoid of all emotion, radiating the numb fury that was surely about to explode forth.
"Harry is pregnant, pregnant with our child."
When Lucius didn't say anything, opting apparently to continue with his shell-shocked contemplation, Draco seemed to soften marginally.
"There is no going back for me father. He is my life and my love. I could never betray him." Harry's heart melted at hearing such words come out of Draco's mouth, just a little bit.
"And what makes you think precious Potter will be able to surpass the Dark Lord's wrath unscathed? Hmm? He will die, Draco." Lucius' tone of voice no longer harbored its previous tones of fury; he now just sounded sad; sad and soulfully disappointed.
"He'll survive. Father, he's stronger than you –or the Dark Lord- give him credit for."
Lucius strode over to the fireplace, resting one of his arms on the mantelpiece. It almost seemed as if maybe comprehension was going to dawn upon the Malfoy head. Harry held his breath. Because of the silence in the room Lucius' next action caused everyone, save himself, to jump. He slammed a curled fist upon the mantle so fiercely a picture nearly fell into the flames.
"Explain this to me, son," the word 'son' was practically spewed. "How is it that you can so willingly put ruin to your family, death to the Malfoy name, and put yourself in front of the Dark Lord's Avada Kedavra without so much as batting an eye? Where is the remorse? Where are the apologies? Where is the strength to fight for your own life?"
At first Draco didn't say anything, he just bowed his head. The seconds stretched, Harry would have given the entirety of his Gringott's vault to know what was going through his boyfriend's mind at that moment. When Draco's head finally rose and his eyes met the steely ones of his father Harry nearly gasped. It felt as if the Gryffindor was looking at the same eyes that had gazed morosely back at him after their owner had punched a wall at a loss for what to do when the emotions became too much what seemed oh-so long ago.
"I'm protecting my child, father. Harry and the baby now own my whole being; and with that my desires and sense of self-preservation have taken a back seat. Keeping my family alive is my priority, just as you've always taught me. Now you tell me father, what is so wrong with that?"
"What of this family, Draco?" Have you given up on us? Abandoned those who raised you?" Lucius almost sounded lost to Harry's ears, young and scared, maybe even how he must have sounded when he first pledged his allegiance to Voldemort.
"I would never abandon you, or mother, not ever. I will always make myself available to you, should you ever need me."
"Are you truly that blind?" Lucius' voice was rising again. "It will always be us against them. You can't have both worlds! You have to choose which of your loyalties you will honour, which of your families you are going to watch die."
Harry could have sworn that Draco stopped breathing entirely. Suddenly, the Gryffindor had doubts. Why would the Malfoy heir sacrifice all that he had ever known? Why would he risk so much? It was insane! Harry wouldn't even be able to blame him if Draco decided to take the easier way out and stick behind his father.
"Then," Draco visibly swallowed and Harry gulped. "I choose the moral high ground, father. I will do what I feel is right. No more killing innocents or children. No more murders committed out of vengeance not even my own. No more nightmares of the things I've done that I can not abide within myself. I stand by Harry. I choose the side of light, father."
The picture frame fell to the floor with an audible crack.
"Then you will die." Lucius whirled, wand raised, but just as Draco's own hands flew to his robe pocket, heavy footsteps came running down towards the three Gryffindors from the kitchen. They didn't have any time. It was already too late. By the time the trio heard the new arrival they had already been spotted.
Bellatrix Lestrange was on them and they had no hopes of even slowing her down before she hexed them.