I Am Draco Malfoy-Potter

Chapter Sixteen: Out Of Control

When Harry finally found the blond, he was out in the Quidditch field, in the air whizzing every which way his gut wanted him too. He spotted Harry the minute the brunet stepped into the field and he also saw his daughter run to Harry and explain what Draco was doing. She'd seen this a lot more than Harry's had. This Harry at least.

As Lilian talked to Harry, Draco landed and brought the snitch out of his pocket.

"Potter!" Draco called harshly. That name only ever left his lips when he was angry, really really angry. Harry was given a front row to view to how much rage was inside of Draco's body by the fire in his eyes. "Seeker's challenge. Whoever catches the snitch decides whether or not the children will come to Hogwarts." As he finished talking he threw the snitch in the air and took off afterward, knowing Harry would follow him up in mere minutes.

Harry scowled at he called for his broom. How was he supposed to talk to the blond when he was up in the air trying to be as far away from Harry as he could?

"Stay here." He whispered to Lily as she summoned his broom. It took less time to arrive than it had during the first challenge in the Tri-wizard tournament when he'd faced the dragon, and in no time he was in the air chasing after Draco.

"Dragon! Dragon, stop! Slow down, lets talk about this." Harry yelled trying to get through to Draco but the boy moved faster, getting further and further away. "Draco!"

"There's no point in talking! We're just going to end up yelling at each other, this will decide everything. Now either got your head in the game or-" Draco turned sharpy and slammed a shoulder into Harry's side, knocking the brunet to the side and almost off his broom. "Get out of the sky!"

Harry glared at Draco's retreating back and decide. Fine, if this was how the blond wanted it, he'd get serious.

His eyes scanned for the snitch but there was no glimpse of gold. Every time he got within six feet of Draco, the blond slammed into him, some of them Harry had been prepared for, but others had led to him hanging onto his broom with one hand. Harry couldn't believe how violent Draco was being. It reminded him of the mean bully he'd been forced to deal with for his first two years of Hogwarts.

The blond went for him again, but he avoided it this time, letting the boy knock himself off balance. Draco let himself hang upside down for a long while, enjoying the rush to his head and breathing deeply. He was calming himself down.

"Draco?" Harry's voice ignited the anger in Draco again and he swung himself back on his broom.

"Keep your head in the game, Potter!" He snarled back.

Maybe he was making a bigger deal of the situation than he really had to, but this subject was a sore one when it came to Harry. Three years ago they had gotten into much the same fight as Scorpius asked when he would get to go to Hogwarts just like all the other witches and wizards.

It had been Harry that had opposed the children's schooling, Draco had vouched for safety taking second place to experiencing life and actually living but Harry wouldn't hear anything of it. He threatened to leave on his own and go find and kill Voldemort where he resided if Draco was so set on sending their children to school. Not a full month later, Harry had died. Draco hadn't been strong enough to protect the brunet, just like he hadn't been strong enough to protect his parents, and he swore to himself he would keep his children safe.

That's why Harry's comment had affected Draco do deeply. It was his lack of strength that led to the loss of his greatest love.

"Draco!"

"Papa!"

His daughter and his lover called his name and it confused him, until he actually paid attention to where he was flying. The Malfoy Mansion was coming a bit too close, a bit too quickly, and if Draco was any other person, he wouldn't have been able to avoid the oncoming tower, but with quite a bit of quick thinking, Draco basically wrapped himself around his broom and pulled the tip of it up into the sky, going straight up in mere seconds. His back caught a bit of the roof, but he didn't even make a noise as it scratched from his shoulder down to his lower back.

Once he was safely up in the air surrounded by clouds and a never ending blue, he let himself breathe easier. That had been a seriously close call.

"Draco! Draco are you okay?! You idiot! How can you fly straight into your house like that!"

Harry was scolding him but Draco couldn't hear it. There was still quite a bit of blood pumping into his ears, instead he spotted it. The Snitch...It was buzzing not five feet from his daughter's head who had come running to see if her Daddy was okay.

Draco didn't waist any time as he rushed passed a worried an now confused Harry.

The brunet only caught on to what Draco was doing after looking in the direction the blond was going. He looked at his daughter and then a little higher and he saw it, the flash of gold. Draco was still going for the snitch.

Harry bolted after him, but the lead Draco had gotten was too big.

"Aw come on! That's cheating! I was all worried about you too!" Harry cried as he tried in vein to get passed Draco. While he got close, he wasn't able to pass the blond before the pale fingers gripped the golden snitch.

Harry scowled as he jumped from his broom when he was close enough to the ground, he had to run a bit to relieve the momentum, but when he came to a stop, Draco already stood there, the snitch between his fingers and a smirk in his face.

"It's decided. They're going to school."

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"I must say, this is quite the situation. I merely thought your family had experienced a change of heart, but to mess with time to his extent."

Draco sat before Dumbledore in his father's study. He wasn't really in the mood to be lectured.

After the match, Draco had told his mother of their plans to enroll their children and she had called for Dumbledore at once. It was now somewhere near eight at night and the old man had just finished hearing all that Draco had to say.

"Lives have been lost and the greatest evil to walk the earth had won. I was not about to sit around under ground and do nothing, though I do understand why Ron and Hermione had chosen to. Harry had perished, and my heart had gone with him, so I had to follow where my heart took me." He passed the family album to the old man who opened it and started to look through it.

"These children are the ones you wish to enroll?" Dumbledore asked with wide eyes. They were not longer twinkling like someone who knew everything, they were simply old blue eyes.

Draco nodded. "My children have been under the direction of myself and Severus since the age of six when a magical power can be controlled. We have taught them many things, but they wish to experience what school is like. You can understand why I had not allowed them to do so in the future do you not? After all, Voldemort had taken control of the school."

"Voldemort captures the school?" Dumbledore asked in shock. He had always pictured the future to be bright and for the side of the light to win. He'd done so much for the 'greater good' that he never even guessed that sort of out come would ever come to pass. He had found so much potential in Harry and he believed so strongly that things would turn out well enough, but to be thrown so off course. "Why? How does it happen Mr Malfoy?"

Draco frowned. "Malfoy-Potter." he corrected for the first time. "And it had been your meddling that lead to Harry's destruction." Draco sneered at the old wizard and tried to calm himself down as he continued. "You refused to train the person you had labeled as 'savior'. You repeatedly sent him to relatives who abuse him as a way to break his will so that you would be able to build the 'Hero' you thought everyone would follow, but you never bothered to give that 'Hero' actual power or knowledge that would be useful to him in a battle. Anything Harry learned that was of any use, he had to teach himself. Or request Severus to teach him."

The Slytherin Prince took a deep breath, calming his sudden anger as Dumbledore's eyes widen bigger and bigger with every word he'd spoken. He needed to be calm, this was not the time for this. Dumbledore was only here to enroll his children into Hogwarts, nothing more, nothing less.

"I'm sorry, it's a bit of a touchy subject. Anyways, continuing with the conversation we had been having. These children are currently 11, 11, 15, and 16. Lilian and Jamie requested to be sorted with the up coming first years, but I must personally request Leonis and Scorpius' sorting to be held in your office on the first day of school. The last thing they need is unwanted attention being called on themselves." Draco requested. Dumbledore just nodded at him. "Scorpius requested to be attending classes meant for fifth years with Harry and I. Leonis will join his brother. They aren't very comfortable around crowds so it would be appreciated if you kept at least two of them together at a time."

"Will I get to meet these children?" Dumbledore asked as Draco stood from the arm chair he'd taken.

"They are currently down at dinner with Harry, Severus, Sirius, and my mother. I'm afraid today is not the day for introductions." Draco honestly didn't want this plotting man anywhere near his children.

Dumbledore nodded, a frown hidden by his beard. "I understand. I shall take my leave now and prepare for the arrival of the four of them."

Draco saw Dumbledore to the fireplace and watched the old man as he left.

"You think you could take some time off you busy schedule and finally talk to me?" Harry stood at the open doorway of the study and frowned.

Draco turned away. "Just go away Harry, I took care of it."

Harry walked into the room and came up behind Draco, grabbing the edge of his shirt and pulling it up to expose his back. Draco let out a startled yelp and tried to turn to face Harry quickly but it was too late, Harry had seen it.

"You didn't even bother to warp it!" Harry scowled and Draco tried to bat his worried hands away but Harry was relentless. "Don't just push me away." Harry insisted as he forced Draco to turn and lifted his shirt up again.

"It's not as bad as it looks." Draco huffed but flinched when Harry's hand ran over the tender red skin. It was infected.

"Yeah, it's worse. How long have you just left it like this?" Harry asked as the hard eyes turned tender. He didn't want to be angry, he didn't want to fight, he didn't like it when Draco avoided and refused to talk to him. It hurt.

"A few hours..." Draco mumbled as he relaxed under Harry's hand. "I can't believe you said that..."

So that was it, that was how they were going to talk about it?

"I didn't mean it like that and you know it. I just want them to live their lives like normal, magical children." Harry insisted as he pulled out an ointment Severus had given him after hearing of Draco's scrape from Lilian.

Draco let his head hang down as he felt Harry's hand run over the wound with a slight sting, it really wasn't as bad as it looked. "That's the argument I'd made...but you wouldn't have it, you didn't want any one else to die because of you. Especially not the children you insisted we have."

Harry paused briefly before continuing. "I said that?"

Draco snorted. "It was one of our very worst fights. You threatened to leave and go looking for Voldemort by yourself if I wanted our children to go to school so badly. Not a full month later you..." The blond couldn't say it out loud, it already hurt to remember.

Harry knew what the rest of the sentence was though, so he allowed the silence to stay with them as he finished applying to ointment to Draco's back. Once he was finished he wrapped it in gauze and let Draco's shirt finally come down.

Taking Draco's hand he dragged him to the arm chair, made Draco sit down and sat himself in the blond's lap. It was only then that he talked again.

"We're strong enough to live happy lives here. Isn't this the reason you came back? Came back to me?"

Draco sighed and nodded his head into Harry's shoulder as he hid himself there. He didn't much like fighting either.

"Papa?"

Draco rolled his eyes and smiled as he looked up to see his children at the door of the study, Scorpius' head poking in first, the little ones were probably hiding behind him and Leonis.

"Is it okay to come in?" Scorpius asked looking slightly concerned. "Lilian told us about Dad's scrape."

"He's fine now guys. Come on in." Harry called with a smile, holding his arms out.

Despite being the spoke's man, Scorpius was actually the last to come in, pulling Jamie onto his lap as he sat across from his parents. Lilian had been the first to run into the room, jumping into his Papa's open arms and kissing her Daddy's cheek before burning her face in her Papa's chest.

"Nana told us you had Dumbledore up here. She wouldn't tell us why though. Is it what I'm thinking it is?" Scorpius grinned and Draco knew that his son knew.

"Don't smile like that you little brat." Draco jabbed with no real malice. "You know very well you're going to school with us."

The grin didn't leave Scorpius' face, but it did spread to the faces of his siblings.

"No way! Seriously! Dad you just-"

"I don't want to go." All eyes turned to Jamie and for the first time Harry and Draco noticed that the little boy looked terrified. "I don't want to go to school."

"Jamie?"

"I don't want to! You can't! I don't want to be surrounded by people I don't know! People staring at me! Making fun of me! I'm not going to walk into a room and become someone's form of entertainment!" Jamie shook his head and brought his hands up to his face, Harry guessed he was probably hiding his tears, because his voice cracked and he was struggling to breath.

"Jami-" Harry stopped Draco from calling out the boy's name and stood up from his lap, going to the little boy and picking him up from his big brother's lap.

Without another word he smiled softly at everyone who was staring at them and left the study, headed straight for Draco's bedroom, the only room he actually knew the directions to.

Shutting the door softly behind him and cradling Jamie's head into his shoulder, Harry sat on the bed with his back against the headboard and tried to hush the poor child.

"Would you like to tell me what's really wrong? You aren't afraid of people, you watch people in this house from the staircase because I've seen it before, so what's really wrong here little one?" Harry rubbed Jamie's back and the 11 year old started to breath evenly in an attempt to stop his tears. His Papa was right, of course his Papa was right.

"I can't go...I don't want to. I'm...I'm not good at magic. I'm no good at spells." Jamie admitted into Harry's chest. The brunet held the boy and swayed a bit as movement of comfort.

"That's not what I see. You are a very capable little wizard. More so than any first year I've ever-"

"That's because I practice. I'm not good at casting spells unless I spend a full day on each and every curse. Magic isn't me. I liked potions, I like cooking, I like theory. In theory, you don't have to put anything to practice, you don't have to cast spells that turn out terribly." Jamie insisted. His tone was getting angry, but Harry knew he was just frustrated with his own effort. "They're so good at it Papa, you used to teach us curses to protect us and they always picked it up so quickly. I'm not..."

Harry hushed the boy and hugged him tightly, bringing his knees up to completely enclose his son.

"You are a Malfoy-Potter little one. You are very strong in potions, in theory, but you are not below the average in anything else either. You will always have a power and it will protect you when you need it, but you shouldn't stop yourself from trying just because it's harder for you than for other people." Harry rested his cheek on the dark colored hair and played with the blond tips of his son had inherited from Draco.

"People will always be different, and I'm not going to promise you that it'll get easy, but I think it's worth trying. The people you'll meet Jamie, they will be more important to you than you could ever imagine." Harry insisted but the little one shook his head.

"No! I only need you Papa! I only need Daddy and Lily, and Leo, and Scorpius!"

Harry smiled a bit and started to sway again. "Yes little one, you will always have us and you will always be important to us too." Harry paused and thought about how he would word his next sentence to an 11 year old. "Do you know where you Papa met your Daddy?"

Jamie nodded into his shirt. "At Hogwarts." He answered tightly.

Harry nodded his own head. "That's right. We met there and we didn't even start off as friends. We didn't very much like each other if you can believe that." Harry smiled when Jamie let out a little laugh that died in his throat soon after.

"Uncle Ron used to tell me stories. About how you two fought and then one day, the animosity was just gone."

Harry laughed himself at that. "Well, it wasn't gone exactly, we just grew up a bit more. Now do you know where your Papa met Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione?"

Jamie nodded again. "At Hogwarts."

"Yes sir little man. We all met in that nasty place you don't want to go to." Harry made a mock disgusted face and laughed when Jamie failed to hide his cracked smile.

"It's a place that will ask a lot of you." the teen father sighed as he spoke, hugging the little boy tighter. "But in return it will also give you a lot. Haven't you always wanted friends? I know you love your brothers and you adore your twin sister, but there are other people in the world who are just waiting to meet you. Don't leave them without a friend, some of them won't have parents or siblings like you do. They're going to need you there for them."

Harry breathed deeply. "Your Papa was one of those people. I don't think your Papa would have survived long enough to create the four of you if it hadn't been for your Uncle Ron or your Aunt Hermione, and your Daddy. I want you to be a good strong friend for that little kid who needs you somewhere out there."

Jamie stayed in his father's arms, even as his Papa stopped talking. It was so comfortable and warm to be in the arms of someone he'd once thought he'd lost.

There was a knock on the door and before anyone could call out an okay to come in, Draco gently pushed the door open.

A blond head of hair and concerned silver eyes looked at the scene from the slightly opened door and frowned. Harry smiled at him and used his head to motion that it was okay to step forward.

The concerned Daddy stepped into the room and closed the door behind him before his other children could follow.

"Is he alright?" Draco asked as he came to the edge of the bed and sat down.

Harry looked at the boy in his chest and noticed he was fast asleep, the dried tears still marking their path down his cheeks. The brunet nodded as he lifted his head up a bit, asking for a kiss. Which Draco gave without hesitation.

"He's going to be okay. But there's something we need to talk about a little later."

Draco's eye brow rose. "What about?"

"Jamie's magic."