It was a few days after he had come to France, and Harry was lost in his thoughts out on the porch, after dinner. He had taken up Remus' contract for DADA texts, not that he would ever need money, thanks to his parents and Sirius, but out of a need to keep busy. The few people who honestly cared enough to ask, mainly Andromeda, and the twins, had wondered why he was not considering quidditch or being an auror. They would have thought it odd after the summer if he did not work, for Harry was never one to sit still, and even pregnant, it was true. No one knew who he came with, or for sure where, just he needed some time away.

Harry held a locket in his hands, a gift from Remus before the last battle, his version of a pocket watch for Harry had his dad's. Inside was a picture of him with his parents on one side, and Remus on the other. He missed Remus so much, not only because he was pregnant, but that definitely added to it for him.

He had not heard anyone come out until he heard Draco's voice. "There is a chill; you may want to consider a coat."

Harry looked up only a bit. "I'm fine, I have a spell on. You can leave with a clear conscience."

It was not that Draco had been cold or unfriendly to him, when he was home, but there was so much history between them. He suspected Draco resented him for being here, for he had thought he would start a new life down here with his godfather, and Harry just had to tag along for the ride.

Draco came over to the rail. "Uncle Sev is worried about the baby, you need to take care."

Harry sighed. "You can assure him I am not going to drown myself in the ocean or anything. I just needed some time to think."

His Uncle had not been the only one to notice how with drawn Harry was, he spent so much time alone on the beach, or writing. Draco knew even with Severus offering the last bedroom for the baby, Harry still had it in his mind to go, after the baby was born. It was not that Draco had any great desire to live with a baby, or that Harry did not have many places to go, but he found himself for some reason agreeing with Severus, Harry should remain.

Harry looked up. "I don't know why he even brought me; your Uncle has never liked me. I asked him for a test as a favour, I never expected this."

Draco was surprised as well. "The Uncle Sev most people know was a cover; he was always a dad to me. You know he was close to your mom and godfather."

Bits and pieces, his mum and Severus friends since they were kids, Remus as well until fifth year, when they began school. They could not be openly friends, the men, when the war was on. What Harry did not know, Remus was he one who made it possible for Severus to become a spy, and saved his life.

Harry snapped the locket shut and moved to put it back under his robes when Draco noticed. "It doesn't matter anyways. I will make a life for me and my baby."

Draco stopped him and took the locket. "This is from your godfather?"

Harry turned his head away from Draco, refusing to show the tears, which had come, wishing he could blame it on hormones, but he knew he could not. He did not respond verbally, but he nodded his head, the day Remus had given him it, he could remember as if it had been yesterday. It had only been a few months, but it felt suddenly like a life time ago, since that wonderful moment. It was the day Remus found out he would be a dad with Tonks, for the first time.

Harry told him. "He gave it to me, and for the first time called me son, not cub. He promised when the war was over, we would be a family. He was all I had."

Draco found they had something in common. "My parents were alive, but they were never parents. Sev is the only Dad I had, and I thought I lost him too."

He reminded Harry how close Severus was to death, from the poison when he killed Nagini for Harry, and Draco had thought he had surely lost him. He knew he still had Severus, and had him growing up, but he could understand some of where Harry came from. Well except the pregnant and abandoned by the sire part.

Draco nodded towards the house. "We really should go in or Uncle Sev will worry. He does care, he still hides well behind his old mask, but you'll see"

Harry managed a small smile at that. "Thanks Draco."

Later Harry stood in his door and watched both his companions talking, and once again his hand found his locket, and this time he did not fight the tears. He would have given all he had in the world for that, a family, a dad, someone. He knew he still had the twins and perhaps a few others, but he needed his dad, wanted his dad. He never understood why he had not lost one but three dads, why the fates could not have let him have one. He was in desperate need of one now.

Harry placed a hand on his belly. "You my precious will never know he didn't want you. I will never let you long for a dad you can never have. Not like me."

00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

Severus knew Harry needed to get out, he and Draco had been up the night before talking, and they were both worried. He was not the boy's father, he brought Harry for he felt he owed it to his two best friends, but he would do his best by him, and the baby. He had not known about the locket, or that Harry had called Remus dad during those last months, Remus one of the few people Harry remained in contact with while hunting. He was starting to realize how even deeper the pain went for Harry.

Harry looked at him out of the corner of the eye as they walked into town. "You don't need to baby-sit me. I promised I would not be a burden."

Severus knew part of those words came from his relatives. "I need a pack mule, that's all. You're not too far gone to be useful to me."

He had meant it as a joke, but there was an odd look on Harry, and Severus slightly regretted it. It was not all a mask for his spy days, he could be cold and snarky, but he definitely was a much better person then most people knew, Draco and his two late friends few who brought it out. But he would try for Harry, it had already come out, the simple fact he brought Harry to France with him, was proof of that.

When they got into the shop though Harry did not last long before the smell got to him. "Why don't you go next door for a cool drink? Don't need a mess in here."

Harry who was already green around the gills nodded. "Sorry."

Severus knew Harry always hated potions, and the apothecary, but the smell was pretty bad, even when not pregnant. He assumed before he asked Harry would not last long but he thought it would get Harry out of the cottage and perhaps pick him up a bit to be in town. Harry fled from the shop, but just outside he ran into someone.

He was about to apologize when he was snapped out of his thoughts by a voice. "Harry. What are you doing here?"